I wanna see puppy denying the pieces of apple Nat is desperately trying to feed her because she knows the Maids bought toffee yesterday while Agatha has bunny on her lap, smugly holding little pieces of fruit out to her.
- cookie
a/n: cookie i love you!!!
warnings: petplay
"Ugh, can we at least get some wine? You eat like a child."
"I don't trust you to be drunk in my house. And it's not for you anyway." You're already peeking over the edge of the table, trying to see what's in the bowl being brought over. "Puppy, come." Natasha pats the cushion next to her and you follow her instruction eagerly.
"Don't make that face." Natasha pierces a neatly cut square of apple. "All you ate yesterday was cookies."
"Good to hear you're keeping up with your stellar pet training regimen.”
“Thanks, Agatha.”
Natasha tsks when you lean back. “Don’t.”
Her hand comes forward and you push it away. On her third try, Natasha fixes you with her stop embarrassing me look.
You stare back at her.
"Can someone bring me another fork please?" Agatha calls in the direction of the kitchen. "C'mon, bun bun. Up."
Daria hands Agatha a fork and starts to turn away, so you scramble forward, ducking under Natasha's arm and bark loudly. Bunny startles in Agatha's lap, but quickly settles with a gentle word from her owner.
"Inside voice." Natasha scolds, putting a hand on your hip as you pitch yourself forward over her shoulder to nose at Daria's pockets. "What in the hell are you doing?"
"Who's my pretty little bunny?" The firm pressure Agatha puts on her rib cage is all the reassurance bunny needs to wiggle back even closer to Agatha's chest. "So smart."
"I don't have any, puppy. Eat your fruit."
You're highly unconvinced there's no toffee hiding somewhere on Daria's person; you saw them in the grocery bag yesterday. Natasha puts you back in place on the couch, unimpressed.
"Eat."
You glance over at bunny, quietly chewing as Agatha strokes her flank. Plopping back down on the couch, you look up at Natasha.
Her eyes narrow almost imperceptibly. She gives you the slightest shake of her head, but you don't waver. You're more than content to wait until Agatha's fed the last of the apple to bunny.
In the end, you're happily smacking a piece of toffee while Natasha begrudgingly listens to Agatha gloat about the ease of a well trained pet.
You swallow the last of the toffee, swiping the last remnants from around your mouth with your tongue. Natasha grunts when you lean over and plant a sloppy lick on her cheek as a thank you.
puppy<3 thinking about nat and puppy outside on a beautiful fall day and puppy keeps bringing nat the biggest and brightest leaves that had fallen from the tree and each time she does she’s stands there staring at nat like 😐 until nat shows some kindve excitement about the leaf and then puppy gets so excited to have max nat happy and jumps around before going to find another one -🍄
a/n: petplay
"Stay away from the fence!" Natasha calls from the patio, sitting back down when you bounce to a tree further inside the yard.
All the leaves are so vibrant it makes it difficult to chose the perfect one; you have your mind set on finding only the most perfect leaves you could find for Natasha, and a new trophy to add to the growing scrapbook on the table next to her.
You pick up a wide yellow leaf in your mouth, pressing down carefully with your teeth for any sign of crunchiness. Only a fresh leaf would do.
It’s slight, but you feel the beginnings of a crackle. You spit it onto the grass and search for another. Keeping your slipping to a minimum is becoming a problem; now the other sleeve of Natasha’s sweater has fallen down and engulfed your other hand and the leaves in the middle of the yard are so thick its almost like trying to walk on wax.
All it takes is a few minutes before disaster strikes and you narrowly avoid slamming face first into the ground. Natasha’s striding across the yard in an instant, crouching over you with a concerned frown. You’re fine, but Natasha checks you over anyway just to be sure.
“Sit. Paw.”
She folds the sleeve back up, sets your hand back on the ground and wiggles her fingers. “Other paw, puppy.”
Once you’re deemed yard ready again, Natasha sends you off with a pat and you go scampering away.
Orange, you want an orange one. There’s already some leaves on the table, most of them red. Those are your favorite, but you want to end your hunt on a different color for today at least.
The leaf you find is perfect; blazing like the sun and enormous. It just needs the final stamp of approval. You approach the patio, face carefully neutral.
“Hi, sweet girl, do you have another one?” Natasha takes the leaf. “Wow, it’s so bright. Did you find this all on your own?” She croons and you launch forward with an excited yip, nuzzling at her jaw. “You’re such a smart puppy, aren’t you?.”
It feels like your whole chest goes fuzzy with the praise and Natasha has to quickly right the chair when she suddenly has a lapful of wiggling puppy. You’re showered in compliments and kisses until Ana brings out a mug of hot chocolate in one hand and a camera in the other.
The mug is placed a safe distance from you. “Pick your leaf first, then chocolate, ok, puppy?”
It’s tempting to snatch up the closest leaf and get to the chocolate quicker, but Daria will press the leaf into the pages of the scrapbook to be seen by everyone. The first one you’d picked when the girls started this tradition was pitifully small compared to the ones that followed once you realized your choice would be immortalized.
Natasha slips a hand under the sweater to rub at your back while you deliberate. “You’ve got a good bunch this year.”
There’s a moment where you hover over the yellow leaf you had to chase across the yard while the wind kept it flying above your head, but in the end you choose the deep orange leaf that you yapped at until Natasha fished it out of the pond.
“Puppy, look here.” Ana calls. There’s a click, a flash and the camera dispenses out the photo. “She blinked.”
Natasha hums. “Again, then?”
Ana clucks her tongue to get your attention and takes it again. “There we go.” She hands it to Natasha with a pleased grin. “That sweater’s so cute on her.”
“It is.” Natasha agrees while you look at the photo with her. “Cute, huh?” She presses a kisses to your cheek. You squirm in her lap. “Alright, let’s go inside first, then you can have your chocolate.”
now that pubby has be scary down--her using it when nat is trying to leave on a business trip and sitting there in front of the door trying to be scary?
-🦕
a/n: petplay, (I got away from the actual prompt but yknow what)
She’s much more clever with it this time around.
One Natasha’s shirts that you kept secreted away under the bed had worn thin and after a proper mourning period, you regretfully left it out on the floor for Natasha to roll her eyes at and toss it away.
It takes a few tries before the doorknob gives way to your pawing and you nose the door open. There’s a section of Natasha’s closet she reserves just for home; sweatpants, oversized sweaters and tees, and you head right for it.
Kneeling up, you nuzzle into the sleeve one of her hoodies. It’s soft, but she hasn’t worn it in a long time. You know Daria did the laundry yesterday. Maybe the red sweater Natasha had worn last week was already hanging about.
You hadn’t bothered with the lights, so it takes you a few minutes to spot what you’re looking for near the back wall. Her suitcases are all stood underneath her clothes. The first you nudge out of the way with ease. But when you go to brush the second away, it doesn’t budge.
You pause and push at it with more force.
The suitcase topples over with a solid thump.
Natasha finds you there in the back of the closet lying in her suitcase, half the clothes she had packed on the floor.
She sighs when you immediately growl upon seeing her.
“Hey,” She sits cross legged in front you. “you’re going to be okay, puppy, you’re a brave girl. You did so good last time.”
Your sullen expression only grows.
After a moment of consideration, Natasha reaches forward to try and pull you into her lap.
She doesn’t flinch when your mouth closes firmly around her wrist. You pointedly readjust yourself in the suitcase while looking Natasha in the eye.
“Puppy, you have to stay home.”
You rumble lowly.
Another hand settles on the curve on your jaw and you do your best to ignore the circles her thumb rubs into your cheek. “We can take a bubble bath every night until I leave and you can come to work with me in the mornings. I’ll have Nadia bring you up a blueberry bagel, how does that sound?”
Natasha waits patiently while you think, scratching behind your ear.
You climb into her lap, nuzzling at the underside of her jaw. “You want a snack? You can have chocolate.”
You yip excitedly, squirming until you have your legs and arms wrapped around her. “Ok, I’ll carry you.” Natasha acquiesces, making a mental note to come clean up your mess later.
also in terms of early days puppy - would love a snippet of the first time puppy’s personality starts coming out after coming home from the shelter (or whatever the place was that trained her lol i forget if it had a name) and how nat and the maids react!! if you have time of course, no pressure! -🍄
a/n: It’s one year to the day of the original widow au fic!
Warnings: petplay
The rumble of your stomach forces you awake. Butter, the whole room smells like butter. You blink the room into focus.
Natasha’s still sitting in the chair above you, idly scrolling on her phone. The maids are all on the couch, eating from a giant bowl of buttered popcorn. You sit up, glancing at Natasha, then the bowl. You watch them eat a few more handfuls before your stomach growls loud enough to get her attention.
She brings a hand down to scratch at the base of your skull. “That’s good, her appetite’s finally showing.”
“Does that mean we should feed her now?” Daria glances at her phone. “Dinner’s still a little way off.”
“Maybe a snack. Cut her an apple would you?”
You crane your neck around Natasha’s chair as Daria heads for the kitchen.
After a few minutes, she comes back with a bowl, but you don’t smell what you were hoping for. She hands it to Natasha and holds out a slice. “Hey, c’mon. This is healthier for you.” She says when you glance to the couch.
You take a slow, reluctant bite. “Good gi — Ana.” Natasha chides when a loud crunch draws your eye again. The whine slips out before you can stop it.
Ana shrugs. Natasha feeds you two more slices before another involuntary noise of frustration leaves your throat.
“Hey. No fussing.”
“It won’t hurt to give her a little.”
“I’m not going to reward whining. It’ll encourage bad behavior.”
“She’s been pretty good so far. Just have her do a few tricks. Look at her. She’s sad.”
Natasha scoffs, reaching over to snatch the bowl. You readjust to face her, shifting excitedly. “Heel. Good girl.”
Popcorn is good. Really good.
“Easy now.” Natasha tries shaking her wrist lightly as you suckle hard at her fingertips for any leftover butter. Once you’re satisfied, you sit back on your haunches.
“See, now she’ll be even easier to train. Food motivated.”
“Yeah, thanks for the training tip.” Natasha picks up another kernel, watching the laser focus in your eyes. “Down, puppy.”
