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Natasha whined pitifully as she was pushed down the sidewalk by her friends, all of them chanting and cheering at the fact that their sweet, and extremely innocent, Natasha was going to go and book a tattoo. “Do I have to?” Natasha pouted, pulling puppy eyes at her friends before she continued, “Can I not just do all of your end of year essays?” Maria gave Natasha an incredulous look, Wanda gave her a sympathetic smile and Carol immediately stopped her actions and started to seriously debate the offer. Before Carol had the opportunity to open her mouth, Maria nudged her hard in the ribs, gave her a warning glare, and cleared her throat looking seriously at Natasha. “Even though some of us might have accepted that offer, you know the rules, Natty. Don’t forget that Carol lost the last bet we had and cut all her hair short,” Maria shrugged to which Carol gave a beaming smile.

“That's different,” Natasha scoffed, her eyes narrowed and lips still pouted. “Hair grows back, tattoo’s don’t just disappear, this will be on my skin forever. What will my mother think? More importantly, what do you think my professors and future employers might think?!” Maria rolled her eyes at the redhead’s dramatics, and Wanda moved her aside to continue the pep talk. “Natasha, think about it logically for a second - you’re going to have it done in a place nobody is going to see unless you want them to. I have tattoos and you know that hasn’t stopped me from getting any major job offers, and who cares what your professors think? It’s your body and you’re not going to see them ever again after you graduate next year.” Natasha sighed at Wanda’s words knowing that she was right, as much as she hated to admit it, and rubbed at her face in a stressful fashion. “I guess you’re right, but it’s just not very…me. I don’t drink, or smoke, or anything like that and the only piercings I have are my ears…Please just let me do your essays.”

Carol threw her arm around Natasha’s shoulders and pulled her along towards the tattoo parlour, “How about I make you a deal, red?” Natasha squinted at Carol, used to her deals ending up being something that escalated the situation or got her in trouble which Natasha usually had to get her out of, being the golden girl and all. “What kind of deal?” Natasha questioned cautiously, throwing Wanda a look that screamed ‘help’. “If you get this tattoo, for losing your bet, I’ll get one the next time I get paid and it’ll say ‘Natasha is a badass’.” Natasha snorted in disbelief as Maria and Wanda started to cackle behind the two and Nat just shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I did bring this on myself I guess, stupid high school me.” Carol gave her a gentle smile and ushered the Russian forward once they reached the door of the parlour. “In you go, kid. We believe in you,” Wanda reassured with Carol and Maria nodding in agreement. Natasha nodded at her friends and took a deep breath, this was going to be the first step of permanently marking her body, not being the supposed goody-two-shoes that she’s perceived to be.

~~

The thick smell of cleaning products hit her nose, almost scent blinding her, and that relaxed her nerves slightly - at least the place was clean and looked after. The last thing she would want is to walk into a dodgy parlour that could possibly poison her or something similar. The ambience of the parlour seemed nice and relaxed, with various designs and artwork scattered across the walls, some more modest than others, but overall it was a comfortable atmosphere to be in. What caught Natasha’s eye was a beautiful owl piece, its wings comfortably spread out as it seemed to be in mid-glide, that’s what she wanted. Just as her fingers were about to trace over the silver frame someone cleared their throat from behind her and made her jump, she was quick to turn around and gulped nervously as a burly man towered over her and narrowed his eyes. “Can I help you? Have you got an appointment?” He interrogated gruffly, arms folded across his chest which made his biceps pretty much triple in size.

“I-I uh, um,” Natasha stuttered, her anxiety through the roof, and she chewed her lip as she tried to form a coherent sentence. “I-I do have an appointment, I have a consultation with ‘spitfire’ I think they said on the phone? Is he here? I’m Nat…asha, I-I’m here to talk about getting a tattoo on one side of my ribs. ” Natasha finished as the man continued to stare her down. This was the kind of man which Natasha’s mother had warned her about, warned her to stay away from, and warned her to always be curious around because you never know what they’re really thinking. He grunted in response to her words and Natasha could feel her hands start to shake as she made her way back towards the exit of the parlour. “I-I guess it’s been forgotten, I-I’ll just go. I’m really sorry, sir.”

As Natasha went to step out of the door she heard another voice, a softer voice and more inviting voice, and she stopped in her tracks. “Thor, stop being so intimidating, you’ve gone and scared the poor girl. Are you okay, sweetheart?” The second voice asked softly, doing a better attempt at easing her anxiety and thoughts than the original guy had. Natasha slowly turned around, feeling proud that she did, and came face to face with what must have been the most gorgeous woman Natasha had ever seen. It was as though she was sculpted by angels, at least in Natasha’s mind, the tattoos that were scattered around her skin caught her attention, that was until the woman’s piercing eyes caught her own. The blush that rose up Natasha’s neck and to her cheeks, from the term of endearment, made her feel warm and she was sure that you noticed and just chose not to comment on the fact.

You smiled warmly at Natasha, recognising the signs of anxiety anywhere, and then turned to Thor with an expectant look. “Thor, say you’re sorry to the nice girl, you’ve scared her half to death,” you scolded gently as though you were talking to a small child. Thor, as the woman stated his name was, changed his demeanour immediately with a small pout on his face and uncrossed his arms with a frown. “I’m sorry little lady, I didn’t mean to scare you so much. I hope you can forgive me and we can start again? I’m Thor, as in the Norse God, and I’m the piercer here,” he explained sweetly, his attitude and manner now reminding Natasha of a golden retriever. You smiled at Thor and then turned your attention to Natasha who smiled at the two of you, her nerves having eased now you were standing in the room, and the fact that Thor isn’t now as intimidating, and rubbed her arm in self-reassurance. “Hi, I’m Natasha, it’s nice to meet you Thor and…I’m sorry, I didn’t get your name.”

“The names spitfire, but pretty girls like you can call me Y/N,” you flirted, sending her a cheeky wink before continuing, “Now, let’s get this show on the road, ay?” Natasha’s voice caught in her throat but she nodded eagerly, maybe a bit too eagerly, and felt her cheeks burn from the blood rushing to them as a result of your flirting. She was fully expecting for you to be a man, she wasn’t aware of many female tattoo artists, and the name ‘spitfire’ really threw her off. You led the way for Natasha, your hips swaying in a sultry fashion that had Natasha mesmerised; Natasha wasn’t too sure what this feeling was but she wished for it to never stop. You looked back to check on her and by the looks of the smug, but cute, smile that spread across your lips the redhead was sure you didn’t want it to end either.

Maybe this forfeit will be worth it.

~~

“No, Carol. I’m telling you that it was like God himself carved this woman…or at least Michelangelo,” Natasha ranted as she pulled her cheer socks up to just below her knee. Carol raised her eyebrow in interest, still tossing the football into the air and catching it again before she turned to look at Maria and Wanda who had yet to comment on the situation. “What do you guys think? Because I think our precious Natty here has a little crush on her pretty tattoo lady,” Carol sniggered, throwing the ball towards Maria who caught it with ease. Natasha pouted at Carol’s teasing, not realising that how she was describing you was in a much more infatuated way than if she just thought you were pretty, she was yet to even have a crush…school kept her far too busy and always had. Wanda stood next to Natasha and gently put her hand on the smaller girl’s arm with a knowing smile, to which Natasha just sighed because that meant that Carol was in fact right and she must have a crush on you. “Well…I think she sounds lovely, Natasha. Why don’t you ask her if she wants to go out for coffee or something? I mean today is the day that you’re getting your tattoo, so you’ve not got time to doubt yourself,” Wanda advised carefully to which Maria agreed, all three of them ignoring Carol singing the ‘kissing in a tree’ song in the background.

Natasha’s brows furrowed at Wanda’s words, “What? It’s not today that I’m seeing her, so I do in fact have enough time to think it over and let my anxiety bully me out of it.” Wanda raised her eyebrow and shared a look with Maria, who also had a confused look on her face. “No? You said you’d booked it on the 23rd at 5, today is the 23rd and it’s currently 4:15,” Maria explained slowly, making sure that Natasha understood every word. “Maria, stop trying to make me paranoid, it’s the 21st today,” Natasha argued passionately, not quite ready to stomp her foot in defiance but she was definitely close to doing so. “Natasha, we’re not even joking. Check your phone, I promise you it’s the 23rd today,” Carol argued back, huffing slightly in defence. Natasha checked her phone, her jaw slowly dropping in disbelief, and covered her mouth with a panicked look in her eyes. “Oh no, I’m going to be late!” She rushed out, throwing all of her school gear in her bag, and she turned to Carol with a pleading look. “Please please pleaseeeee, can you drive me on your bike? My car is in the shop so I got a lift this morning, I’ll do your essay for you!” Natasha begged vigorously. Carol nodded in agreement, grabbed her school bag from her locker, and started walking to the parking lot with Natasha. “Of course, I’ll give you a lift I’m your friend. Plus, you didn’t have to offer to do my essay, I’d have taken you anyway…but since you did offer, I would super appreciate it if you at least helped me with it.” “Yes, of course! Absolutely anything, thank you so much.”

A loud rumbling sound broke you from your thoughts, tearing your attention away from the clock above the door, and you walked over to the window to see what was happening. You squinted your eyes at the couple on the bike and then raised an eyebrow when the second person got off the bike and took her helmet off, it was Natasha. The blonde with her placed the spare helmet back under her seat and pulled Natasha into her arms giving her a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, which Natasha reciprocated without question; they seemed to be that picture-perfect college couple, the jock and the cheerleader. The bell above the door signalled somebody had walked in as you were consumed with your own thoughts, and that sweet voice you found yourself to be waiting for filled the air. “Oh my goodness, I’m so so sorry. I-I got all my dates mixed up and I thought I wasn’t meant to be here for another 2 days; my brain is just fried from finals and I really hope I haven’t made you mad, I’ll make sure to tip you for the wasted time…as well as the regular tip.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at Natasha’s rambling, to which she sent you a small pout, and you grinned happily at the younger woman. “Natty, relax honey. You’re not late, you don’t have to tip for ‘wasted time’ and it’s okay to get things mixed up sometimes. I think what you need to do is give yourself a break, have some time to let loose, go and have some drinks with your friends…but wait at least 24 hours after I’ve finished your tattoo,” you jested in a friendly manner. Natasha’s face flushed red and she rocked slightly on her feet, her bottom lip secured tightly between her perfect teeth. “I-I don’t drink…or do parties unless it’s our pep rallies. I’m a bit of an educational hermit, I like to just study and do my work…I don’t know why I told you that, that honestly makes me sound so boring,” Natasha muttered as she looked at the floor even more embarrassed. You tilted your head in concern and smiled softly as you walked over to her, “Do you mind if I touch you, Natty?” The small shake of her head didn’t do enough for you, so you continued, “Use your words, honey.” “Yes, you can.” You sighed quietly and wrapped your arms around her small frame to give her a tight hug and rested your head on top of her own. “It doesn’t make you sound boring, it makes you sound like the perfect princess,” you joked lightly to cheer her up, smiling wider when a small chuckle emitted from her as she hugged you back.

Once you both pulled away, you gently booped her nose just to make sure that she was smiling and led her to your part of the studio which you had already set up for her appointment, “And here is where the magic happens. Welcome to my studio.” Natasha smiled at the introduction and looked around the space, even though she didn’t know you very well, and only knew you from the few short consultations you have had, she could recognise that this space was very you…and it calmed her. As you got the stencil ready, you turned to Natasha and spoke gently, “Unless you’re wanting to get ink all over that very nice cheer top of yours, you’re going to have to take it off…more so that I’m actually able to get to your ribs.” Natasha swallowed thickly, internally wincing, and you frowned at her sudden reaction as she crossed her arms across her stomach with a frown, but you also noticed how red her cheeks were. “Nat, is everything okay?”

“I-I don’t have a change of clothes,” she muttered quietly, frowning at her lack of planning. You shrugged at her words and sent her a reassuring smile, “I can do it with you just in your bra, it’s not a problem for me. Whatever you’re happy and comfortable with is what’s important,” you elaborated honestly, tilting your head as her cheeks seemed to go even redder. “I-I don’t have a bra either, my bra is built into my cheer uniform so that we don’t look bulky. I don’t really want to sit fully shirtless…not that I don’t trust you, of course, I’m just a bit…nervous and shy, maybe? I’m so sorry, if I need to come back another day I will.” You glanced around your space spotting your black hoodie, made your way to your chair to grab the garment, and then moved over to Natasha and placed it in her hands. “There’s a bathroom back there that you can change into this if you want, and then I can push it up to just below your chest so then I can get to your ribs and you’re still covered. That’s all speaking from if you’re comfortable with this solution to our little problem.”

“Are you sure that’s okay? I don’t want you to do something that you don’t want to-“ “If I didn’t want to do it, I wouldn’t have suggested it. Now go and get changed and we’ll get started, okay darling?” Natasha nodded at your instruction, bringing your hoodie closer to her to try and hide the blush creeping up her neck from yet another pet name, and made her way to the bathroom with a small skip in her step. It didn’t take much more than a moment to realise that Natasha was well and truly obsessed with you, you pretty much checked all the boxes she had for what she wished the person she ended up dating was like. When she came out of the bathroom you smiled at how small she looked in your hoodie, and you looked away once you noticed Natasha start to shy away from your gaze. “Perfect, now let’s get this party started,” you beamed excitedly.

~~

Surprisingly, Natasha was being an absolute trooper with the way she was handling the tattoo you were used to people moping about it and sometimes even passing out. Natasha was different. You could always tell when you hit a sore spot by hearing the way she sharply inhaled, the sound itself sent a small tingle down your spine and towards your pussy. Your hoodie made her lithe body look even more devouring, but your thoughts kept being directed to how cute she looked in it, and how cute she would look in one of your shirts, maybe even a pair of your sleep shorts. It was completely unprofessional, but you couldn’t help it, she was this gorgeous and innocent little thing that you were ready to corrupt. That was if her golden-retiever ass girlfriend wasn’t in the way. It was hard to believe that you would ever be jealous of a knucklehead jock, but it just so happened that the knucklehead jock had Natasha and you didn’t. A small whimper dragged you from your jealous thoughts, but not before replacing them with more unholy ones, and you pouted slightly lifting your hand away from her to give her a small break. “You’re alright honey, not too much longer now sweetheart. You’re being so good for me.” Natasha nodded with a small pout, her mind racing with your slight condescending tone and the names you called her, and you let out a small chuckle when you passed her some water, “It hurts like a bitch, doesn’t it?” Natasha gave a small nod and let out a small giggle of her own, “Maybe not those exact words, but yeah it hurts sometimes.”

You gave her a teasing smile and placed the water back on the side once she had finished, “So, the little sweetheart doesn’t swear either? My my, you are the perfect girl aren’t you?” Through your teasing, you missed the way that Natasha’s thighs involuntarily squeezed together to release some tension, not that it worked, and she nodded dumbly at your words. “Besides, this will all be worth it. I’m sure your girlfriend won’t be able to keep her hands off of you after this,” you commented nonchalantly, trying your best to keep the sarcasm and jealousy to the minimum. You felt Natasha’s body tense under you and you immediately cursed under your breath, knowing your must have hit a nerve, but you refused to look up from the tattoo you were working on. “My girlfriend?” Natasha questioned lightly, a soft smile on her features as she watched your brows furrow together. “Mhm, that blonde chick with the cool bike. You seem to be that proper movie magic couple, the jock and the cheerleader, the prom king and queen or what not. It seems as though schools are much more accepting than the few years ago I was at college.”

Natasha winced as you hit a sore spot and you muttered a small ‘sorry’, frowning at the idea of hurting her. “How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking that is,” Natasha probed shyly looking at you softly, ignoring the topic of Carol until she got a better read on you. Your lips curled into a smile and you chanced a small glance at the redhead, smirking slightly when you realised her attention was already on you. “I’m uh, I’m 26…Nearly 27. I left college about 2 years ago, graduated and everything, it was wild. What about you, princess?” Natasha’s cheeks flared red at the term you used, and let out a soft moan from her body getting used to the bluntness of the shading, rather than the sharpness of the lining from the tattoo. Your throat felt tight with the sound that Natasha let out, it helped your thoughts spiral deeper into the depths of ungodly, and you tucked your bottom lip between your teeth before you chomped down on it. “I’m 22, I turn 23 and graduate next week.” Natasha bit her lip hard to stifle yet another moan, but it didn’t work out very well and your mouth decided to move quicker than your brain, “You’re making such pretty sounds for me, doll.” 

The tension that suddenly filled the air was suffocating, but neither of your could ignore the way it also felt exciting…electrifying. You blinked quickly as your brain finally caught up with your mouth and you cleared your throat awkwardly, “I uh, I’m sorry. That was severely inappropriate.” Natasha stayed silent, the throbbing between her thighs increasing at a rapid rate, her breath got caught in her throat, and her knuckles were turning white from the iron grip she had on your hoodie. “What um- What made you even get this tattoo? It doesn’t seem as though you’re the tattoo type…if that makes sense?” Natasha hummed slightly in acknowledgement at the change in conversation. “I um, I lost a 4 year bet with my friends…it’s rather embarrassing actually,” Natasha muttered quietly, another small moan erupting from her throat as you continued attacking her ribs.

You shook your head, trying your best to free yourself from the inappropriate thoughts that had started to spiral at the sounds coming from the younger woman. “Would you like to talk about the dare? You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable,” you reassured, refusing to  look her in the eye. Natasha cleared her throat awkwardly and spoke in a small voice, “I uh, I said that if I didn’t lose my virginity by the time I graduated college that I’d get a tattoo…now here I am.” Your breath hitched in your throat, your hand gripping tighter around the tattoo machine and you took a deep breath and nodded slowly. “I’ve finished now, you can go and look at it in the mirror if you’d like,” you murmured quietly, moving out of her way. Natasha gave your arm a gentle squeeze before she moved around the bed to go and look at the tattoo in the mirror and you unintentionally smiled wide as she broke out into a large grin. “I love it! It’s so beautiful, even better than I could have ever wished it to be. You truly are an artist, thank you.” You slowly made your way over to stand just behind the shorter woman and looked at her through the mirror with a gentle smile, “I’m so glad you like it, Natasha. It’s been one of my favourite pieces I’ve ever done and you sat like an absolute champ.”

“Don’t do that,” Natasha whispered quietly, nearly quiet enough that you didn’t hear it and your brows furrowed. The air around you thickened as you stepped closer to ensure you could hear her properly, but not close enough to make her uncomfortable. “Don’t do what, Natasha? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The redhead met your gaze through the mirror and a small teasing smile appeared on her lips, “Carol isn’t my girlfriend y’know.” The silence that came form you made Natasha shake her head and tighten her arms around herself in an attempt of self comfort. “The blonde that you saw me with earlier, she isn’t my girlfriend. Carol is one of my best friends, I have three. I have Carol, Maria and Wanda, they’re all really good to me…like you. So, I’m going to need you to stop doing that.” After the confirmation of Carol not being Natasha’s girlfriend it was as though all your confidence came flying back all at once, hitting you full force in the chest to wind you, and you made sure that you powered through.

“So tell me, Natasha. Tell me what you don’t want me to do, and maybe you can even tell me what you do want me to do to you,” you whispered, your mouth now dangerously close to the side of Natasha’s neck. “I-I, I um,” Natasha stammered, your hot breath making goosebumps rise all across her body and you tutted pressing a soft kiss to below her ear. “Now now, that’s not good enough, you’re going to have to use your big girl words to tell me, or I will stop. I can promise you that.” The redhead jumped as your arms snaked around her waist, pulling her flush against you and whimpered slightly when she felt the hardness that rested at your pelvic area. “Don’t call me Natasha, that’s not who I am to you, we both know that. I-I like those cute names you call me…that you’ve called me ever since the beginning.”

You hummed in acknowledgement, moving her hair out of the way to grant you better access to her neck, and you peppered gentle kisses across her soft skin. Natasha whined at your actions, subconsciously pressing her ass further into you, and her cheer skirt hiked up slightly which teasingly revealed the white lacey thong she sported underneath. “No shorts under that skirt of yours? Dirty girl. Anyone could see you…see what is mine,” you growled possessively as you tightened the grip on her hips. The younger woman gasped at your grip, pushing herself even further back, and shook her head in denial. “N-No, I took them off before I came here. I promise nobody but you will ever see anything, I swear.” You tilted your head with a smug smile, moving your hands from her hips, and started to caress the soft skin of her abdomen. “You really are the perfect little thing, I can’t wait to make you all mine. Is that what you want? What you need? Someone to take care of you and make you feel good?”

Natasha shivered under your touch and whined needily as your hands travelled closer to her breasts, your nimble fingers gently caressing the underside. You thought you were quick, but Natasha was quicker, and it shocked you when Natasha had suddenly turned around to face you, looking up at you with those innocent eyes…pleading eyes. “Yes, yes that’s all I want. It’s all I need, you and only you…please.” The look in her eyes drove you feral, but this was territory you had never been in before. Natasha was different. Her inexperience and innocence had you excited yet terrified all at the same time, one part of you wanted to fully devour her, but the other part of you wanted to treat her as though she was made of porcelain.

“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it you, all you have to do is tell me,” you murmured softly as your hand tenderly caressed her cheek. Natasha leant into your touch, her hands moving to gently hold onto your forearm, scared that you were suddenly going to move away and she looked up at you gently biting her lip. “I want you…everything that comes with you,” she swallowed thicky before she continued with even more shyness in her tone, “I um- I want you to touch me…everywhere. Please Y/N.” It was as though time had stopped, she really did want you and you were going to give her everything that you had to offer. You wasted no more time before planting your lips upon Natasha’s, forceful but not quite demanding, and she was quick to hold onto your shirt to pull you closer.

The plumpness of her lips was as addicting as the taste of her cherry chapstick, and her skin underneath the pads of your fingertips felt like the finest kind of silk. You made quick work on tangling your fingers in her hair, as hers locked together behind your neck, and the fact she was on her tiptoes to meet your height drove you wild. Natasha jumped as she felt your tongue trace it’s way across her bottom lip, but your assertive tug on her hair got her to open her mouth, your tongues now fighting for dominance to which she gave in easily. Small moans started to erupt from the back of Natasha’s throat as your wandering hands had found their way under your hoodie and started to grope at her soft mounds, your thumbs teasing her hardened nipples whilst you sucked her tongue into your mouth. Natasha pulled away panting, her thighs rubbing together and rested her forehead against yours whilst you were bent down to her height, “Y/N please, do something, anything…i just-” “Are you wet, honey? Tingly, maybe? You want me to help?” “Yes, please!”

“You’re my precious little angel, you know that? My gorgeous good girl,” you declared as you lifted Natasha up into your arms by the back of her thighs, groaning when she wrapped her legs tightly around your waist to steady herself. You pressed hot open-mouthed kisses to the column of Natasha’s throat, making sure not to leave any marks, and placed her at the edge of the tattoo bed before forcing her to lay down. “I need you to be honest with me pretty girl, have you ever touched yourself? More specifically, have you ever touched yourself-” You pressed your thumb against her already dripping pussy, which was still covered in that beautiful piece of flimsy material, before you continued, “-here?” The bucking of Natasha’s hips helped answer your question, but you wanted to hear it. You wanted to hear her say it and then beg for you; so you gave her a reprimanding slap against her breast as you awaited an answer. “No, I-I haven’t, I’m sorry,” Natasha cried as she kept bucking her hips up against your thumb, moaning quietly at the pressure, and a whine ripped from her throat when you moved your hand away.

“You don’t have to be sorry, dolly. I just need to know how much to give you, know how much you’ll be able to take this first time,” you reassured, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to her lips before you knelt back down to come face to face with her pussy. “Look at the mess you’re already making, you’re insatiable sweetheart. Are you ready for me to have a taste angel? We’ll go at your pace.” Natasha bucked her hips up once more when she felt your experimental lick over her underwear and let out a soft moan at the slight growl that came from you. “Yes, I’m ready. Please taste me, I-I want to feel your mouth,” Natasha begged, her hips bucking up in impatience. There were many things in life you were prepared for but to have this beautiful woman beneath you, trusting you with everything she had, wasn’t one of them; but you vowed to take care of her and make sure form now on she knew how special and beautiful she really was. 

Nimble fingers were quick to discard of the offending boundary between you and Natasha, and your fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs as you gave another experimental lick before you eagerly latched on properly. Desperate moans briskly filled the air and Natasha’s hands flew to your head, tangling her fingers in your hair to tug roughly when she pulled you closer to her core. “Oh- yes! P-Please keep going, that feels so good,” Natasha whined, her hips bucking against your mouth to gather even more friction and pleasure from the softness of your mouth. “Fuck, you taste so good princess. All of this, just for me…my good girl,” you murmured against her slit, dragging your tongue through again to collect the wetness that gathered quickly. Natasha’s back arched as you dove deeper into her cunt with your tongue, and sucked her clit into your mouth, “Yes! Do that again, oh please do that again!”

You nodded whilst you continued to lap and suck at her clit, teasing her hole with your fingers and you growled against her when she gave a sharp tug of your hair, to which she apologised immediately but still grinded her hips as she released her juices into your mouth. Natasha released a sharp cry as you pulled away wiping your mouth with the back of your hand in an preadatory fashion, cleaning up the slick on your face, and you shook your head at her antics. “No no, princess you don’t need to cry. You can tug my hair all you want, but I just need you to tell me if you want my fingers, I’ll go slow and you’ll feel good. I swear,” you explained, moving your thumb to go back to teasing her swollen clit. “Yes, I want everything, just please do something,” she cried impatiently, grinding against your hand once again. 

It seemed unfair that you were still fully dressed, yet Natasha was so available to you, her short skirt pushed up above her hips and your black hoodie bunched up beneath her breasts; so you quickly discarded of your own shirt and sweatpants, leaving you in just your underwear, and Natasha oogled you immediately with her bottom lip trapped between her teeth. “You’re beautiful,” Natasha whispered as you carefully clambered on top of her after instructing her to move up on the bed. Now it was your time to flush under her words, along with her near predatory gaze whilst she drank you in, and you leant down to kiss her passionately. Your mouths moved together with fervour, a clash of teeth and tongues, and you quickly undressed Natasha whilst making sure you didn’t catch her tattoo and grunted above her. “You’re fucking perfect, sweetheart. Now just lay there and look pretty, let me make you feel so good, okay?” 

Natasha nodded, shifting slightly to get more comfortable, and pressed her lips to yours to ground herself; the redhead jumped, when she felt your finger tease her before you slowly sank kunckle-deep into her, curling your finger perfectly to reach her spot which made her release a pained-hiss as she adjusted to the intrusion. 

Angelic. That was the best way to describe Natasha in the moment, looking up at her as you latched your mouth onto one of her nipples, using your free hand to tease the neglected one before swapping, and your eyes rolled back at the younger woman’s heavenly sounding moans which increased when you slowly stretched her with another finger once she was ready. “That’s it, honey, you’re taking my fingers so well. You’ll be ready for my cock soon, I can’t wait to ruin that beautiful pussy of yours.” The russian moaned loudly at the absolute filth that was coming out of your mouth and nodded in agreement, she wanted more of you…needed more of you; your corruption happened easily and now Natasha was this greedy and eager mess who wanted you to claim her and make her yours. Natasha pulled your head into the crevice of her neck by your hair, bucking her hips up to meet your fingers with each thrust, and gasped as you kisses along her throat. “M-Mark me, please.”

You blinked in surprise and the movement of your fingers faulted which ripped out another cry from Natasha, begging you not to stop making her feel good. Immediately you complied with her wishes and started to suck dark bruises onto her neck and chest, moaning more at each whimper Natasha let out. You groaned when her nails scratched harshly down your back, leaving vicious red lines in their wake, as she was pushed into yet another orgasm and you kissed her desperately, mumbling against her lips. “Are you ready for my cock, sweetheart?” “Yes, fucking give it to me, please!” You slapped Natasha’s pussy in warning and gave her a reprimadning look, “Don’t start acting out now baby, I don’t reward brats. Stay my good girl for me and watch that mouth, you hear me?” “Yes, mommy.”

What?

“What did you just call me?” You questioned breathlessly, discarding of your underwear with a smug smile on your features, the cherry-red strap you had trapped now springing up to hit your abdomen.. “Come on baby, tell me what you just called me. I didn’t hear you properly,” you teased menacingly, running  your strap through Natasha’s folds, pinning her hips down when she bucked them up. Natasha swallowed thickly, refusing to meet your gaze, and whimpered at the growing ache between her legs. “I called you mommy…I-I don’t know why- I’m so sorry, it just slipped out, I swear,” she sniffled, crossing her arms across her chest as she looked away in embarrassment. You tilted your head in assessment, watching her each and every move as you gently pushed 2 fingers back into her which made her gasp and hold on tightly to your biceps. “So, you’re not as innocent as I thought…where did you hear it from baby? Be a good girl and tell mommy.” Natasha moaned as you curled your fingers expertly, brushing the spot she never even knew existed and her legs trembled as she came closer to yet another high. “I-I saw it in a video, Wanda was supposed to send it to M-Maria but sent it to me instead…and I-I got curious but then felt icky after and- oh!” You moaned as you felt Natasha clench and then release on your fingers and then smiled smugly before gently nipping at one of her nipples with your teeth. “You want me to be your mommy, baby? Take care of you, make you feel good, be with you all the time?” Natasha quickly nodded in agreement, clawing onto you as though you were going to suddenly turn to smoke. “Yes, that’s all I want, please mommy. I just want to be your baby.” You smiled at Natasha’s submissive, compliant, words and kissed her softly this kiss being much different to the other ones that you both have shared; this kiss was slower, more passionate, and you never wanted to let her go.

Natasha gasped as she felt the cool silicone drag across her entrance and whined as you softly bit her bottom lip and mumbled against her mouth, “Are you ready, sweet girl?” Natasha nodded as she pecked your lips once more, “I’m ready. I trust you not to hurt me.” You smiled down at the redhead and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead as you very slowly eased your strap into Natasha, the excessive amount of slick making it easier for the both of you. “A-Ah! Mommy, i-it hurts.” “Shhh, I know baby, it’s gonna be okay. Just breathe for me princess, it’ll stop in a minute.” Natasha whimpered but nodded, tucking her head into the crevice of your neck, and let out a wanton moan as you fully bottomed out but stayed still.

“‘M so full,” she whined against you, doing her best to fight off the need to buck her hips against you as she got used to the feeling. “I know babygirl, you’re being so good for mommy. Are you okay?” You worried, refusing to move your hips an inch until Natasha said so; Natasha nodded and locked her hands behind your neck and pulled you down to kiss her but firstly mumbled a small ‘move’ against your lips. Slowly you dragged your hips backwards, leaving only the head of the toy buried in her, before you slowly pushed yourself back in to slowly repeat that motion and smiled when her whimpers of discomfort became moans of pleasure. “Good girl, taking me so well. Say red if you want to stop, honeybee.” Natasha nodded again, jaw slack as your hips sped up but kept your thrusts soft and shallow, and she moaned loudly digging her heels into the bottom of your back to pull you even closer. “Please mommy, harder. I’m okay, I swear,” Natasha pleaded as she moved her hands to your chest pushed your sports bra out of the way and squeezed firmly, getting you to release a guttural moan and rest your head on her shoulder as you pushed her thighs against her chest and rutted into her harder and deeper.

“You feel so good inside me, mommy. You’re so big,” Natasha slurred hazily, her mind overclouded with pleasure that was making her brain go fuzzy; she had never felt like this before and she hoped that she would now be able to get this all the time. “Yeah? You wanna cum all over my cock baby? Make mommy proud?” You grunted as you manhandled her onto all fours making her yelp in surprise; you couldn’t help it, now that Natasha seemed comfortable it was as though you lost yourself in your own arousal and now pounded into Natasha as you grabbed a fistful of her hair. The redhead whimpered at the sudden change of pace, but the anxiety was quickly taken over by her desire to be absolutely ruined by you and she used her flexibility to arch her back in the perfect way that you’d expect from someone experience.

“Fuck, just like that baby. So well behaved, letting me fill you up with my cock,” you grunted bringing your free hand down onto Natasha’s ass with force, easily leaving behind a bright red mark. The cry from Natasha panicked you slightly until she did her best to coherently ask for it again, and you were more than happy to oblige, pushing her head down and striking her ass a couple of more times, proud of the handprints that now adorned her skin. “You’re just mommy’s little whore now, aren’t you? My little toy that I can use when I want, however I want. Nobody else is allowed to touch you.” Natasha dumbly nodded at your words, her knuckles white as she gripped onto the top of the bed, whimpering desperately, “I-I need to cum, please mommy! I’ve been so good for you- umph!” You grabbed a fistful of Natasha’s hair and pulled her up so her back was flush against your chest, your pebbled nipples digging into her shoulder blades, and continued rutting into her.

“Such a greedy little girl, already made you cum at least 3 times and you’re still begging for more? Needy baby.” Teasing Natasha was a fun game for you, you could already tell how reliant the younger girl was on you and it drove you wild, but it was hard to not give in to what she wanted. After all, she was now your perfect little play thing. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease!” Natasha whined, moving your hand to her throat and getting you to squeeze. A feral growl left you and you rutted more aggressively, Natasha’s breasts bouncing wildly with each thrust and you nodded against her neck, “Cum for me, sweet girl. Cum for mommy.” Natasha threw her head back, barely missing your head, as her body went into a mindless frenzy of shaking and trembling, her high hitting her harder than the others and she cried out your name over and over, her body overwhelmed with the aftershocks of her final orgasm. “Shhhh, I’m right here,” you reassured, slowly pulling out of her and laying her down before you continued, “I’ve got you baby, you did so so good for me. Are you okay?”

The cheerleader blinked slowly as she tried to make sense of your question and smiled when you knelt in front of her, gently stroking the few sticky hairs from out of her face and pressed a iss to her nose. “Yeah, I’m more than okay. A-Are you okay? Was I okay for you? I’m so sorry if it wasn’t good,” Natasha pondered aloud, anxious that you didn’t enjoy it as much as she did. A chuckle broke the silence, Natasha pouting because you didn’t answer her question, and she tried to make her leave but you quickly stopped her with a gentle kiss to which she melted into. “You were absolutely perfect, sweetheart. You did so well for me, such a good girl.” You pecked her lips once more and gently sat her up to redress her into her cheer uniform, smiling as you pulled your hoodie over her head as well and then got dressed yourself.

Natasha looked up at you with innocent eyes, which were starting to brim with tears, and you frowned gently cupping her cheeks, “What’s wrong princess? What’s with the tears, hm?” “Is that it? It’s just going to be over now?” She sniffled, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands. You shook your head resting your forehead against hers, pressing gentle kisses to her lips, and then hugged her tightly. “Absolutely not, I’m sorry that I kind of lost control angel. But I promise you that I don’t only want this from you, I want to take you out places, spoil you, take you on holiday and just…live alongside you, if you’ll let me of course.” Natasha smiled wide at your words and threw herself at you to hug you tight and you chuckled lifting her into your arms by your thighs and held her close to you. “That sounds perfect,” Natasha whispered against your neck, pressing a gentle kiss to it.

Your arms stayed anchored around Natasha, lifting her with ease, until you moved one of them to gather your things and clean up your station. Natasha shuffled in your arms trying to get down, but you were stronger than her and you shook your head, “Nuh uh, you’re staying right where you are princess, and I’m going to take you home. That is, unless you want to try and walk? Because you can if you’d like to,” you teased with a knowing smirk. The comfort Natasha had in your arms was indescribable but she didn’t want to be a burden for you, not that she ever could be, and she just shook her head and smiled nuzzling back into you. “Fine, but you brought this on yourself,” Natasha teased back, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You made your way to your chair, gently setting Natasha down, and you pressed a soft kiss to her lips before then peppering her whole face in kisses causing her to giggle. “You’re fucking adorable Natty, my favourite girl.” Natasha blushed heavily at your words and shuffled comfortably in your seat andwatched you finish cleaning up the shop. “I just realised I never gave you the money for the tattoo!” Natasha gasped with realisation and you just shook your head and knelt before her, gently pressing a kiss to the back of her hand. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Also, if you ever want anymore just let me know, because I would absolutely love for you to be my own personal work of art, like the angel you already are.” Natasha whined as you made her blush for what must have been the thousandth time and hid herself in your hoodie; the idea of being your personal canvas now swarming Natasha’s mind and she bit her lip at the idea of you being able to mark her permanently.

Natasha never thought that should would find interest in, and from, someone like yourself; she always believed she would end up with someone who was interested more in their own gain and not someone she could imagine growing with. But seeing you keep looking over with that goofy smile as you finished your work had cemented that she wouldn’t ever want anyone who isn’t you.

You were designed for each other.

“Did I, or did I not tell you to have my money by today?” You snapped venomously, your eyes burning a hole into the poor excuse of a man that was strapped to the chair in front of you. You rolled your eyes as pathetic excuses started to come from his mouth, like word vomit, but cut them short as you pressed a blade to his throat and tugged his head backwards by his hair. “I don’t want anymore fucking excuses, you hear me? I want my fucking money,” you snarled viciously as he blubbered in your hold.

“Please, please have mercy!” He begged as his cheeks shone with shed tears as your grip on his hair tightened. It’s a funny thing that when you first started in this business, as nothing more than a grunt from some already forgotten ‘big boss’, you used to feel remorse and sympathy for the people in this position. Now was a time where you had far outgrown that, you had seen and done things that some people wouldn’t even have the strength to think about, nevermind go through with committing the acts themselves. “I’ll have the money within a week, I swear! Just please-”

“My love?”

You bristled when you heard the soft sound of Natasha’s voice carry through the room, she knew better than to come and bother you when you were working, and you turned to face her with a stoic expression. “Not now Natasha, I’ll be out in a moment. Go and wait outside.” Natasha glanced at the man behind you, who gave her a pleading look, before she turned her attention back to you and frowned softly at the situation she had walked into. It was her own fault for disturbing you when you had instructed her not to, reassured her that you would come to her as soon as you had finished taking care of business. “I said, go and wait outside.”

Natasha stepped back at your tone, not as familiar with it as she once was, maybe she had let herself get too comfortable and ignored the power and dominating presence that you have. Yes, you had never hurt her, but she still knew that you were the one in charge and she would never contest it, but that doesn’t mean she would be unwillingly controlled. You watched her closely as she came to stand by your side, her arms encircling your own to cling onto you as she rested her head against your shoulder and spoke quietly “I heard him shouting for mercy. I’m sorry I came and interrupted you but…I missed you. I know it isn’t my place to say, but maybe give him another chance.”

The thought of dating an Avenger had never crossed your mind, you never believed you would have ever had the chance to get on that level of luck. That was until Natasha unexpectedly waltzed into your life at a time when you didn’t realise you needed someone as much as you did, especially someone who loved you the way she did. Natasha’s love was fierce, it was loyal, and it was definitely something that you could never understand how you deserved it. As much as your insecurities might have gotten the best of you, the beautiful redhead was always there to push them away and put you in a protective bubble of adoration and care. 

The most difficult, and invasive, thing about dating an Avenger was the press conferences and the galas you would have to attend. The places where anyone and everyone was trying to get the latest scoop on if there were any ‘dramas’ or ‘issues’ between the team, or even you and your girlfriend. Natasha always understands your anxieties, and she does whatever she can to ensure that you’re comfortable, but unfortunately she isn’t always able to protect you, or herself, from rumours and backlash. 

You smoothed your outfit down once more and brought your hands to your mouth to chew nervously on your nails, a horrible habit you’ve had since you were a child, and analysed yourself in the mirror. Was there anything that could be used against you? Anything that you could be ridiculed for? Did you look good enough for the gala you were attending? You jumped when you felt Natasha’s buff arms wrap around you, but then relaxed when she began to gently shush you and press gentle kisses to the base of your neck.

“Stop stressing,” Natasha reprimanded gently, “You look amazing, and if anyone else says otherwise, they’re stupid or blind…maybe even both.” The redhead smiled at the small chuckle you let out as you held her hands tighter, her cold ones being a nice contrast against your warm ones. “I’m sorry, I just…You know how I feel about these things. Like, what if you suddenly decide and think that you deserve better than me, which you do-umph.” You were cut off by Natasha turning you to face her and attaching her lips to yours; you were quick to reciprocate the action and gripped onto her blazer to pull her closer. 

Once the two of you broke apart, Natasha rested her forehead against yours and let you fiddle with her necklace. “I deserve you, as much as you deserve me. I could never get anyone better, you are my better and you’re all I could ever want. Do you hear me?” You nodded slowly, accepting the words of your wife. Wife. That was another thing the press had yet to know about, the fact you and Natasha got married in the past month in a private ceremony with only your close friends and family. It was so under the radar that no addresses were given, only designated travel for everybody to get where they needed to be for the big day. 

You nodded weakly, fighting off the tears that has started to gather in your eyes, and you held onto Natasha tighter as though you were going to lose her. “I know you’re wanting to cry, detka. I know you…I feel you,” Natasha whispered softly, ”But you don’t have to cry, I’m not going anywhere, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stop you from crying if you need it. Just tell me.” You sniffled and stopped yourself from crying and pulled Natasha in for another chaste kiss before you heard a gentle knock on the door and Wanda’s voice from the other side. “Come on newlyweds, we’ve got to get going and I refuse to walk in on the two of you fucking…again.” Natasha felt the vibrations from you chuckling against her and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it, Wands,” Natasha teased. “Fuck off Nat, now let’s go,” Wanda jested and you smiled more, letting Natasha take a hold of your hand and lead the way. 

//

As soon as the cars pulled up the flashing lights started and you couldn’t help but whimper a little bit, Natasha’s hand automatically gripping your hand tighter. “There’s more than usual, Natty. I don’t think I can do it, I-I think I’ll just get Happy to drive me home.” Natasha’s brows furrowed and she used her strength to pull you to her and hold you close. “I know Malyshka, it’s a really big event. I promise you that I’ll be by your side the whole time okay? Nowhere else but with you, where I go you will go, where you go I'll go too, okay?” You nodded in agreement and watched as Natasha exited the car first and held her hand out for you, which you grabbed with an iron grip. 

The flashes were blinding, the noises were deafening, but you felt grounded with Natasha and you gave a smile as and when you could muster one. You watched your wife with adoration as she gave her attention to fans, rather than the press, and never once let go of your hand. What shocked you is when a fan asked for a photo with Natasha but wanted you to be in it. You blinked quickly, eyebrows furrowed and swallowed thickly. “A-are you sure? I could just take the photo, I really don’t mind,” you rushed out, feeling yet another wave of insecurity. They quickly agreed, a small pout on the teenager's face, “Yes, please! I just think the two of you are so cute, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” You smiled at their kindness and agreed to the picture, smiling widely as she took it, and then said your goodbyes. 

“You’re doing great, honey,” Natasha praised sincerely, bringing your left hand up to her mouth and kissing your wedding rings. You froze in place at Natasha’s action, and she internally winced as the shouts then changed to things about your personal life, rather than just Nat’s avenging. ‘When did you get married?!’ ‘Black Widow, when was the wedding!’ ‘She’s officially off of the market!’ ‘How much were the rings?!’ ‘When and where was the ceremony?’ ‘Is it true you still have feelings for Dr.Banner?!’ You felt sick to your stomach at the comments of Natasha only just ‘officially’ being off the market when you have been dating for 4 years; the comment of Bruce made Natasha’s whole body tense and you were sure that the reporter wouldn’t leave unscathed. 

“Natasha don’t. It’s fine, let’s just go okay? Please just don’t,” you pleaded quietly, analysing your wife’s body language. Natasha glanced at you, then back at the reporter, and sent the reporter a harsh glare before walking away with you. “I don’t understand where they think they have the right,” Natasha grumbled distastefully, holding your hand tighter. “I’m sorry, my love.” Natasha's words worked well to begin to squash your insecurities and you squeezed her hand 3 times to signal ‘I love you’ and she gave you a charming smile and led you back into the thick of the gala. 

// 

Time seemed to be dragging, and considering the word of you and Natasha being married had gotten out, she seemed to be the centre of everybody’s attention. Various reporters, agents, and SHIELD advocates had come to congratulate the two of you, but then held the rest of the conversation with Natasha which you didn’t really mind. It was only when you had lost the feel of Natasha’s hand in yours that you began to panic. She had promised she’d never leave you, that wherever she went you went and now you had been abandoned. 

Your head twisted and turned as you searched for your wife; the severity was enough to give yourself whiplash. The thickness of the crowd made it hard for you to weave yourself through it in a desperate search for Natasha, or even someone that you were familiar with like Wanda or Bucky, but you couldn’t find anyone. Your breaths were getting shorter, your patience thinner and your vision blurrier whilst you analysed the room to find the redhead you desperately needed. 

It wasn’t until another few minutes that you felt a pinky finger wrap around your own, grabbing your attention, and then get pulled into Natasha’s chest. “I’m here detka, I’m so sorry. It’s alright sweetie, I’m not leaving you behind,” Natasha promised as she tightened her arms around you, letting you rest your head in the crook of her neck. “But you did leave me, I lost you,” you whimpered into her neck, the warmth of your breath had made her body get covered in goosebumps. Natasha frowned at your words and took your hand, guiding you through the crowd and towards the bathrooms where she locked you both in a private stall and kissed you deeply. 

You couldn’t help but moan against her mouth as she manhandled you to pin you against her and the wall, her large hands moving down to grope your ass firmly. “Natty,” you whined, pouting when you felt her laugh against your neck. “Shhhh, I’m gonna show you just how sorry I am sweetheart, I didn’t mean to lose you.” You nodded as she planted open-mouthed kisses against your neck, and you moaned loudly as she sucked harshly on your soft spot. “Natty please, pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease,” you begged, doing your hardest to move her hands from your ass to where you wanted her, but her strength and grip were too much. 

“Here? Right now?” Natasha taunted, a wicked smile on her face. You whined needily, your hips bucking forward to get closer to Natasha in desperation, who in return just laughs in your face. “Who knew my wife was such a slut? Anyone could walk by and hear you, anyone could work in and see you. You’re pathetic.” Natasha teased maliciously. The guttural moan that left your throat at her filthy words sent a pulsing feeling to Natasha’s core, she loved to be mean to you when you were so desperate for her to fuck you. You were beginning to lose patience with Natasha’s teasing, so you took matters into your own hands and discarded what you were wearing to move and sit on the edge of the sink, your underwear moved to the side to be able to play with yourself. “Fuck, Natty. W-What if I want someone to hear us? To see us? See we belong to each other?”

Natasha’s eyes darkened from lust before she marched over to you and pulled you into a bruising kiss, messing with the buckle of her belt. “Such a whore, so if you’re going to act like one I’ll fuck you like one,” Natasha growled against your lips, biting your bottom one harshly. You winced at her roughness but didn’t try to fight it, and melted into her harsh groping and treatment. A surprised squeak left your mouth whilst Natasha pulled you to the edge of the sink and her hands gripped your thighs with an iron grip before she forced them open. “I can fucking smell you, so desperate, you’re like a bitch in heat. Just absolutely begging to be fucked.” 

Your breathing became laboured as Natasha lowered herself onto her knees pressing soft kisses, that eventually became harsh bites, from your knee and towards your inner thighs. Natasha wasn’t wrong, the stall you were in smelt like a mixture of your heady scent, alcohol and both of your perfumes; it was beginning to make you feel lightheaded, alongside Natasha’s rough treatment but you loved it. Natasha’s red locks were quick to be gripped in your iron fist as she latched onto your clit and sucked it into her mouth, teasing it with the edge of her teeth. “Oh- fuck, Natasha,” you whined loudly, throwing your head back in ecstasy as you tried to grind against her mouth, moaning more as her tongue pushed against your hole.

Natasha gripped your thighs tighter whilst she ate your pussy like a woman starved; wet lapping sounds filled the air alongside filthy, borderline whorish, moans. The Russian below you always knew what you needed, what you wanted, and therefore didn’t waste any more time stretching out your pussy with her ring and middle finger, starting at a brutal pace. “Yes! That feels so good Natty, please- harder!” “Anything my princess wants,” Natasha replied huskily, her fingers pummelling into you harder than before, making your breasts bounce with each thrust.

It was undeniable that Natasha had an obsession with your tits, how they felt, how they bounced, and how they looked. What she loved most is the way they fit in her large hands as she’d pinch, roll and tease your nipples just for the fun of it. What you loved the most was how they felt in her mouth, the warmth of her tongue lapping at you. Suddenly, you pulled Natasha’s head up from your cunt, whining at the loss of contact, but then pushed her against your chest and moaned wildly as she sucked on your nipple.

You bucked your hips up into Natasha’s hand to create more friction and held her close to your chest, whining as she began to suck harder on your already sensitive nipples. “Just you wait until you’re pregnant baby, you’ll be even more sensitive. I can’t wait for your tits to get even bigger,” Natasha moaned against you. A whine left your lips at the words from Natasha, never hearing her speak to you like that before, maybe being a wife instead of a girlfriend opens new doors. “You wanna put a baby in me Natty?” You questioned with a moan. Natasha looked up at you as you spoke, her eyes lit up in excitement. She nodded against your chest and mumbled a desperate ‘keep talking like that baby’ and rutted her fingers quicker into your pussy.

“Fuck- Want you to put a baby in me so I can be your perfect little housewife,” you moaned directly into Natasha’s ear as you held her against your chest, her assault on your nipples never faltering. A grunt came from Natasha as she fucked you harder, her grip becoming more possessive, and you smiled at the fact there would be marks left by her hand. “I need you,” she panted desperately, a broken whine leaving the back of her throat; you quickly nodded before smashing your lips upon hers and mumbling, “You already have me, my love, now take me.”  Natasha nodded and unbuckled her belt, pushing her trousers down her legs to reveal the thick strap that she sported beneath her underwear and you felt your pussy clench around nothing in anticipation. Not only was it one of Natasha’s favourite straps, but it was also one of the bigger ones in your collection that you had only used a handful of times in less desperate times. 

“Natty please!” You complained bitterly, your hips bucking up on their own accord, and Natasha gave you a sharp slap against your thigh. “Behave yourself, you little slut,” she growled dangerously as she ran the strap through your slick drenched folds, “Maybe if you beg for it, you might get it a little quicker.” All that could be heard in the bathroom was your wetness being played with by Natasha and your whorish whines but you nodded immediately. “Natty, baby, please! Please please please give me your cock, I’ll be the goodest girl ever if you just-oh!” Your begs were cut off by Natasha slamming her hips into you and the thick silicone toy stretching you deliciously. 

“Gonna fill this cunt up with my cum, get you to carry our perfect little babies whilst you stay at home like the precious little housewife you are,” she grunted in an animalistic way to which you could only reply with breathier moans. Natasha’s pace never faulted, and the grip on your hips tightened and you moaned at the idea of marks being left by your wife. “Yes! Please Natty, wanna be your perfect little housewife, give you all the babies you want, I swear!” The redhead through her head back with a loud moan and continued her assault on your cunt, sucking and biting your chest at every given moment.

The intensity that the two of you were going at it sent you dizzy, you were sure that you were absolutely cock drunk on your wife, and you would certainly never complain about it. “Natty! I-I’m gonna cum, please!” You begged, barely being coherent and bucked your hips to meet her already harsh thrusts as she nodded against your chest. “Cum for me princess, cum all over my cock before I fill you up.” You nodded once more, barely able to string a sentence together as your hips stuttered and you took the opportunity to bite onto your wife’s shoulder in an attempt to silence yourself. “Fuck- You’re so fucking filthy my love.” Natasha gasped as she humped into you harder, squeezing the base of the dildo and painted your walls with her thick release, and smiled proudly at your whimpers. “Good girl, such a good fucking girl.”

A broken whine left you as your wife pulled out, but she was quick to shush you and let you rest your head against her as she gently patted down your post-sex hair. “Did so well for me baby, so so good.” You nodded tiredly against your lover's chest, allowing her to try and make you somewhat presentable. Natasha pressed her lips against yours in a gentle way, which contrasted violently with how she was just fucking you, and you smiled against her lips kissing back as you cradled her face. 

“I love you,” Natasha stated strongly once she had pulled away. You looked up and into the emeralds which you adored before resting your forehead on hers. “I love you too, so much.” Natasha smiled as you hopped off the bathroom counter, both of you giving each other one last fixer-upper.

“Can I come out now? You’re both decent?”

The two of you stilled at the soft voice that came from the locked toilet stall within the bathroom. Realisation dawned upon you. Not only had you just fucked your wife in what you believed was an abandoned bathroom; The two of you had just fucked and made it so that some poor soul was trapped inside with you the entire time. Time moved slowly as you waited for the individual to leave the stall and you blushed furiously when your best friend walked out, her face as deep red as the velvet suit she sported.

“Well…at least I didn’t walk in on you two this time,” Wanda jested trying to break the obvious tension and your breathing became shaky as you tried to think of how to explain yourselves. Luckily for you, Natasha decided to take the reigns on the situation and teased the younger redhead. “Like what you heard, Maximoff? She is a good little wife, isn’t she?” You blinked quickly as you processed her words and you certainly didn’t miss the way that Wanda’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she slowly nodded. “Stop teasing her, Natty. She’s traumatised enough,” you joked with a small smile and Natasha shrugged taking your hand and began leading you out of the bathroom.

“Next time we may as well invite her.”

“Behave yourself, Natalia.”

Your wife was a menace, but you knew you could never love anyone more than you loved your redheaded Russian.

The past few days went by like a breeze, you and Natasha had made it a tradition to have every meal together whether it was just you two, or whether you joined others for your food. Natasha was always grateful for your presence and the two of you had progressed to lingering touches and maybe even a kiss on the cheek, but neither of you had made anything official. The idea of taking it slow appealed to Natasha, originally, but with how understanding and respectful you were it kind of bummed her out that the two of you hadn’t shared a kiss yet. Every time she tried you either got interrupted or you didn’t notice and got distracted by something else and missed every one of Natasha’s initiations. Natasha was a stubborn individual and once she had set her mind on something she wanted, it was only a matter of time until she got it.

The redhead smiled as she watched you devour your stack of pancakes, that were absolutely drowned in syrup, and shook her head with an amused smile whilst she sipped at her coffee. “You’re nearly as bad as Yelena,” Natasha teased as she finished her coffee. You raised your head to look at the Russian and stopped mid-chew, the syrup that drowned your pancakes now slowly dripped down the side of your mouth as you looked innocently at Natasha. “I jus’ really like pancakes,” you mumbled with your mouth full and Natasha grimaced at you which made you quickly swallow your food and mutter a small apology. Syrup still resided in the corner of your mouth and Natasha saw this as a chance to get your attention; erotically, Natasha leaned over the table and brought her thumb up to the corner of your mouth, gently wiping the syrup away, and then leaned back in her chair to bring her thumb to her mouth. You blinked slowly as you intently watched Natasha’s every move shuffling slightly in your seat, whether it was from arousal or embarrassment you didn’t know, and you swallowed thickly as she raised her thumb to her mouth. The digit passed through her slightly parted lips, and you couldn’t hide the small groan that reverberated at the back of your throat as you watched her tongue swirl around her thumb and then pulled it out with a small ‘pop’ sound. “Sweet.”

Natasha smirked at your reaction and you shuffled awkwardly in your seat, diverting your eyes, and you pulled at the collar of your hoodie. Just as you went to reply, you were rudely interrupted by Carol who made her presence known by dropping her books on the table and taking a seat beside you. “Good morning lovebirds,” she joked, nudging you with her elbow as you awkwardly cleared your throat. Wanda sent a harsh glare to her wife as she took a seat by Natasha who still had a smug smile on her features, as much as Carol was oblivious to the things happening around her, Wanda very much had a keen eye to be able to recognise what was going on. You glanced up at Natasha, whose smug smile turned into a gentle one, and she reached over to place her hand on your knee and rubbed it reassuringly. “So, what do you two have planned for today?” Wanda questioned, before giving Carol a sharp kick in the leg when she gave the two of you a suggestive look.

“I uh, I’m doing some of the proper royalty stuff with Nat again today. It’s the last day of our week deal, so that means as of tomorrow I can put you back on your ass Carol,” you jested, a playful smile on your lips as you finished your pancakes. The scoff which Carol released made multiple people turn to face all of you and Wanda glared at her wife’s antics before just ignoring it and turning to have a conversation with Natasha that blocked the two of you out. “So Nat, what happened with you and Y/N before we came over here? Don’t even bother trying to lie to me, you know I know you too well,” Wanda stated confidently as she side glanced at you and Carol to check you both weren’t listening. Natasha blushed heavily at Wanda’s question and explained what happened, a blissful look on her features, and then let out a small huff. “As petty as it sounds, I just want a kiss. Like, I’m so comfortable with her now and I keep making the first move but she always seems to miss it or we get interrupted.” Wanda smiled sadly at the redhead, recognising the predicament that she was in because there was a point where Wanda went through the same thing with Carol. “Why don’t you make your move at the ball? Have you even invited her to that yet?” Wanda inquired, sending her best friend a small smile.

Natasha shook her head with a small sigh, “I haven’t even thought about it, we’ve both just been wrapped up in our own little bubble. I was going to ask her about it today, but I have this overall anxiety that for whatever reason she’s going to say no.” Wanda gave Natasha an incredulous look and shook her head in disagreement, “She’s not going to say no, Natasha. I’m more than sure she’d want to go with you. Besides, who wouldn’t take the chance to see you in a pretty dress and have a dance with you?” The redhead rolled her eyes at Wanda’s compliments, but her attention was quickly captured by your hand on her shoulder, and you smiled down at her. “We need to get going, or we’re going to be late to the sewing thing we have and I don’t want your tutor to get mad at me for making you late.” Natasha nodded and stood from her chair, ignoring Wanda’s pointed look which was a silent message for her to get her act together, and she smiled when you offered her your hand. She was quick to intertwine your fingers together and rested her head on your shoulder as you made your way to the gallery; the walk itself was in comfortable silence before you pressed a kiss to the top of her head and initiated a conversation. “Are we gonna talk about what happened back there?”  You probed gently, making sure you didn’t upset her. 

Natasha flushed under your intense gaze, and it was your turn to smirk at the hold you had on her and the reaction she had given you to such a simple question. The silence spoke louder than words, but you wanted to hear Natasha say it…say what she wanted. A surprised gasp left Natasha’s mouth when you grabbed her and pinned her against the closest wall, smirking down at her, and you used your index and middle finger to tilt her chin up so she couldn’t look anywhere but you. You raised your eyebrow at her lack of answer and caged her in closer to the wall, tilting your head in amusement, “Come on Natty, when have you ever been shy to voice what you wanted? Especially with me.” Natasha slowly darted out her tongue to wet her lips buying herself a little bit of time, as you were distracted by the action and then tilted her head the opposite way to yours with a small smirk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and was it not you who said we were going to be late? And now you’re the one wasting time?” You shrugged, gently moving a stray curl out of Natasha’s face, and smiled resting your forehead against hers, “You are extremely cheeky, Natasha Romanoff. But whilst I have you here, I was wondering if you would like to go to the ball with me at the end of this month?”

Natasha pouted whilst she tried to fight off the smile that had started to grow and looked up at you with shining eyes, “That’s not fair. I was meant to be the one who asked you to the ball, not the other way around. You stole my thunder.” The redhead shivered as you let out a throaty chuckle, and you gently caressed the apple of her cheek with your thumb. “Well your highness, it seemed as though you were taking too long. Am I to take your answer as a yes? Or would you prefer me to get onto my knees and beg for you to accompany me?” The air around the two of you seemed suffocating, even though you were in one of the most open parts of the castle, and Natasha was shocked at the way you had her wrapped around your little finger, essentially begging to have your attention at all times. It was your cheekiness that brought out the playful side of Natasha, being entertained by the banter the two of you gave back and forth, and Natasha knew the best way to get you to falter; or so she thought. “I mean…if you wanted to get on your knees and beg for me, I wouldn’t be opposed. Isn’t that what you’re meant to do for your queen?” Natasha teased, her slender fingers tracing over your jaw. The ideology for Natasha of her actions was that you would fluster, but you had other plans this time around. You slowly sank to your knees, looking up at her with a near-predatory gaze, and rested your hands on the curves of her hips. “Natty, Natty, Natty…I would never fight about being on my knees for you, in more ways than one, if it meant I had the opportunity to have you at my side at the ball and wherever else suits. So, am I going to take this silence as a yes to my question?”

Natasha blinked quickly, making eye contact with you as you were still on your knees, your thumbs and index fingers gently squeezing into her hips every so often and she fought the urge to let her legs give way. “Y-Yes,” she breathed quietly, clearing her throat before she continued, “I would love to go with you, and uh, y-you can get off your knees now.” The redhead looked around her, paranoid that someone was going to see the two of you, not that she usually minded people seeing you both mess around, but the position the two of you are in isn’t exactly ideal. You nodded and stood back up to full height, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on Natasha’s forehead, and frowned confused as she stood pouting at you. “Well Princess, you still haven’t told me what you want and you’re now pouting at me, so are you going to tell me or do I have to turn into a mind reader?” It was now or never. You were standing looking at Natasha with that lost puppy look you had whenever you were confused, and it just made her want to kiss that stupid look off of your face. “I want you to kiss me,” Natasha stated confidently, only a small waiver in her voice from when you stepped closer. “I uh, I want you to kiss me because I want to kiss you…please?” You smiled at Natasha’s shyness, pressing her against the stone wall and nodded slowly, your hands moving on their own accord to cup Natasha’s face and you leaned in. Natasha’s eyes fluttered shut, her own hands moving to rest above yours as she moved her face forward; the two of you were so close that she could taste the syrup on your breath from breakfast, but before she could rest her lips upon yours, a strong voice boomed through the corridor.

“Natalia Romanova!” 

Both of your heads whipped round to see Natasha’s teacher, Lady Harkness, storm her way down the corridor towards you both and she did not look happy. You couldn’t help but chuckle as she bunched her dress up to be able to walk to you both quicker, but it was Natasha’s broken whine when you pulled away from her that caught your full attention. “Y/N Y/L/N! Don’t think that I don’t know it’s you who is corrupting my perfect Natasha! Making her late for her studies, having her lose focus by messaging her! Now both of you come on!” You grimaced at the reprimanding tone and looked over at Natasha who sported a small pout at being interrupted again and you gently grabbed her hand and entwined your fingers together with a mischievous smile. “Do you trust me?” You questioned quietly, giving Natasha’s hand a small squeeze, and she turned to face you with a confused frown but slowly nodded in agreement; you smiled and held her hand tightly, looking at the opposite side of the corridor to Lady Harkness. “Okay, run,” you smiled as you started your sprint down the corridor, holding Natasha’s hand tighter so she didn’t fall behind and you lead her out towards the stables. She let out a surprised shriek as you lifted her onto your horse with ease and clambered on behind her, wrapping one of your arms around her waist to anchor her against you as you rode out of the castle walls.

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“Are you going to tell me where you’re taking me yet?” Natasha shrieked as you made a sharp corner, the skirt of her dress nearly flying up. She turned to glare at you and you just gave an innocent smile as you made another sharp turn, before finally getting the horse to slow down. The tightness of your arm around Natasha never faltered and she found herself now fully relaxing into your hold, considering you were now going at a pace which didn’t make her want to vomit and she gave your hand a soft squeeze. “We’re here,” you smiled, your horse still trotting slowly through some woodland and towards some hanging vines. “There’s nothing here,” Natasha noted with an unimpressed look on her face to which you gave her waist a small pinch and she shrieked trying to squirm away but you held her still. “Patience should be a trait of a princess should it not? Now, just give it a second,” you playfully chastised, pushing vines out of the way to reveal a gorgeous lake. 

Natasha gasped at the sight and tightened her hold on you and you pressed a reassuring kiss on her shoulder, slowly getting your horse to come to a stop. You were the first to climb down and you gently lifted Natasha and placed her onto the floor, and then pulled her into you smiling. “Now, where were we?” You teased as you leaned in with a smile, only to let out a gasp of surprise as Natash wriggled out of your grip and ran towards the lake. “Hey!” Natasha’s melodic laugh echoed through the cove and you were sure your heart stopped for a minute, this side of Natasha was something you didn’t get to see often, but she felt free here and you’d be damned if you were ever going to let anyone take that away from her. “Y/N! Stop being so slow and get over here, come and sit with me!” You heard Natasha shout over at you as you continued your walk over, sitting down next to Natasha and smiling when she rested her head on your shoulder. 

“It’s beautiful here,” Natasha commented quietly, taking a deep and relaxing breath before she continued, “What made you bring me here?” You glanced at Natasha with a small smile, basking in the comfort that her resting against you gave you, and let out a soft sigh. “I thought it was somewhere where you’d be able to get away, feel free to just kind of do whatever you wanted. Besides, I come here on my own a lot and it always ends up reminding me of you,” you commented gently, moving your hand to stroke your fingers through her hair and pouted when she moved. “Why does it make you think of me?” Natasha questioned as she moved to sit between your legs and rested her back against your front, your chin sitting gently on top of her head and you smiled wrapping your arms tightly around her waist. “Like you said, this place is beautiful,” you whispered near her ear and planted a gentle kiss on her cheek.

Then there was a silence, not one of those uncomfortable and awkward ones, it was very much a silent that was comfortable as you both enjoyed each others company. Natasha never thought that one of her suitors would ever be able to make her feel like this, but she was glad that the one who did was you, you had come straight into her heart and stolen it…not that she’d tell you that yet though. The redhead shuffled in your arms and you instinctively tightened your arms around her, “Are you okay Natty?” “I’ve never been better,” Natasha replied confidently and you smiled at her words and pressed another kiss to her head. “Thank you for bringing me here,” Natasha continued and you smiled just letting her talk. “It’s been nice to actually get out of the palace walls for a change, and I’m enjoying my time with you.” Natasha turned to face you and you teasingly booped her nose before suddenly standing up, making Natasha fall backwards.

“Y/N!” Natasha whined as she brushed the leaves off of her dress and then furrowed her brows when she saw you take off your hoodie and then your t-shirt, leaving you in just your bra and shorts, before discarding of your shorts too. “W-What the hell are you doing?” Natasha interrogated, her face becoming flushed at your half-naked appearance; she had seen girls naked before, but with you it seemed to be different. You smiled and started on untying your shoes and quickly hopped over to a large stick that was attached to a tree and pulled it back straight. “I am going to show you how fun it is, to not give a care in the world. I’m going to show you how to really let loose and let you know you don’t have to be a prissy princess all the time.” “I’m not a prissy princess!” You looked at Natasha with a raised eyebrow and she pouted in defeat at your words; if she was a 'Prissy Princess' at least she was yours. 

Her eyes stayed on you as though she was a hawk stalking her prey, she loved the way that the small rays of sunshine that broke through into the cove made your skin look like it was glistening. The heated stare from Natasha was easily noticed by you, and you just sent her a wink before running with the log to swing yourself off the ledge and into the air to then fall into the lake. Natasha let out a small screech as your body hit the water with a lot of force, and ran over to the edge of the lake closest to where you fell in. “Y/N?!” The lack of reply from you alongside no movement in the water sent Natasha into a small panic. What if there were currents you didn’t see and they’ve pulled you under? What if you hit your head on something? What if you had been eaten by a shark? Okay- maybe not the last one, but even so. “This isn’t funny! I order you to come out and show yourself, now!” The scream that Natasha let out when you broke from under the surface had you laughing so much that your stomach hurt; it was only when Natasha huffed and walked away from you that you stopped.

“Aw, come on Natty. I was just playing around,” you explained, following her away from the body of water. Once again you were face to face with Natasha’s stubbornness, and her need to always have things go her way, and you pouted kneeling in front of her. The water of the lake dripped down your skin, every so often making you shiver, and you reached your hand out for Natasha’s, smiling gently when she let you hold it. “Now, wasn’t it you who ordered me to come out of the water and show myself?” You teased gently, not missing the way Natasha’s lips curved up into a small smile. “You scared me,” Natasha admitted quietly, her eyes doing you a once over before she looked at your face with a small pout and furrowed brows. “I thought you had hurt yourself when you didn’t immediately come back up.” You shook your head confidently and used your thumb to gently stroke her cheek and she smiled leaning into your hand. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Do you forgive me, princess?” Natasha shuddered at your tone and slowly nodded which made you smile. “Good, because now it’s your turn.” Natasha’s head tilted in confusion and she gasped in surprise as you hoisted her into your arms, and walked towards the lake with her in a fireman carry, ignoring the way she was writhing in your grip. “Y/N no! I’m still fully dressed, I refuse to let you throw me into that lake-” Her complaining was cut off by you throwing her into the water, still fully dressed, and you cackled loudly. 

You were quick to dive in after her, sneakily swimming around her, and made sure to stay in her blind spot as she began to tread water looking for you. “God dammit Y/N! I’m still in all my clothes you bitch!” You swam behind Natasha and swooped her into your arms as you stood to your full height, holding Natasha bridal style in your arms, and smiled cheekily. “You look great, wet really looks good on you,” you joked, smirking more when Natasha’s face flushed at your words, clearly taking it in a different way than you had said it. The younger woman wrapped her arms around your neck and held onto you tightly, smiling gently when you moved some of her wet curls from out of her face. “Can I at least get out of my dress? It's too heavy for me to swim around with you, if that’s what you’re wanting.” You quickly nodded in agreement and Natasha rolled her eyes at your childish antics as she swam back to the shore and slowly stripped off to her own underwear. You swallowed thickly, practically drooling, at the sight of Natasha in black laced underwear, it was something you never expected to see but you’re definitely weren’t complaining. She’s beautiful. You quickly looked away to give her a bit of privacy, the last thing you wanted was for her to get mad and upset with you because you were mesmerised over the way her underwear highlighted the firmness of her ass and perkiness of her breasts.

You jumped when you felt Natasha swim up behind you and place her hands on your shoulders, slowly turning you to face her and rested her forehead against yours with a soft smile. “There, I’ve finally played into your idea of fun. Are you happy now?” Natasha questioned with a playful smile and you gave her a faux pout. “Are you not having fun, Romanoff? My antics too childish for you?” Natasha huffed and pushed herself away from you, swimming away a little, and you frowned. “Natty? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Come back?” You swam towards her and let out a loud gasp when you suddenly got a faceful of water, and heard Natasha belly-laughing in front of you. “Tasha!” Natasha tucked her bottom lip between her teeth and slowly swam back towards you with a playful look in her eyes, and you narrowed yours with caution. “What? Is someone mad that I beat them at their own game? Splashed you before you got me?” You hummed in acknowledgement of her teasing and then pulled her high into your arms, so your head was just beneath her breasts and you smiled up at her. “I mean, you’re in a very precarious position right now, so don’t test my capabilities. In fact…hold your nose.” The Russian looked at you curiously but did as you asked, letting out a small scream as you jumped and body-slammed both of you into the water. The water splashed wildly as you both came up to the surface gasping for air and you coughed heavily after swallowing water from laughing and Natasha threw you a playful scowl. “That’s what you get, instant bad karma.”

You laughed once more which initiated another coughing fit, to the point tears had started to form in your eyes and Natasha rushed over to pat your back to help you get it all out. Once you had stopped Natasha brushed away the few stray tears that were still in your eyes, you smiled down at her wrapping her into the comfort of your arms, and rested your foreheads together. “Thank you, Natty. My own little lifesaver,” you whispered softly, allowing her delicate fingers to caress your face. “You saved mine just as much as I saved yours,” Natasha whispered back and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, but didn’t press the matter as you knew she’d open up when she was ready. The gentle kiss to the middle of your brow made you smile and your whole face relax and you took a deep breath as Natasha looked up at you with innocent, caring, eyes; you moved your hand from Natasha’s waist towards her face instead, letting your thumb drag over her bottom lip. You groaned softly biting your own lip, hard enough to taste blood, when she sucked your thumb into her mouth, looking you straight in the eyes, and then released it with a small ‘pop’. “Behave yourself,” you warned, but it wasn’t very convincing and Natasha shrugged innocently, pulling your head down closer to hers. “If you kiss me, I might just think about it.”

You hummed in amusement at this side of Natasha. The cheeky, flirty, mischievous, and you could even go as far as calling her naughty side of her. It was something you had wanted for a while, to kiss Natasha, but you were always sure that she would either be repulsed or maybe even slap you if you tried. It had been tireless flirting between the two of you recently, and every time you wanted to kiss her you just gave her some more space so the temptation wasn’t as addictive. She blinked up at you, silent and waiting for your next move, and you took a steady breath and leaned closer to the impatient redhead, who had started to shuffle in your arms and smiled cheekily. The redhead’s impatience and stubbornness got the best of her, as she pulled your head down to her and pressed her lips firmly against your own. It was only then that she started to slowly loosen her grip and melted into your embrace as you reciprocated the action, wrapping her legs around your waist. The kiss wasn’t dominating and lustful, it was slow and passionate, the two of you taking the time to explore each other in a more physical sense than normal. All of this was more than what Natasha could have ever dreamed of and you couldn’t help but pull her tighter against you, scared she was going to suddenly slip from your grasp. You smiled pulling away once the two of you needed oxygen and you pressed multiple kisses all over her lips and face to make her smile. “Thank you,” Natasha muttered shyly, looking into your eyes as she continued, “That was perfect and I’m happy you’re the one here with me.”

“Natasha, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than here with you, anywhere with you. I will always choose you,” you declared passionately, refusing to break eye contact with the younger princess. “Do you promise you’ll always choose me?” She whispered insecurely, with a small whine and you pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling away with a smile.

You weren’t always the best at reading people. So, when you did what you always did and stayed cheerful, which was something the rest of the team was having a hard time doing, you rubbed some people the wrong way, your girlfriends especially.

You had woken up alone this morning and insisted on going to find at least one of your girlfriends, if not all of them. It would have been your lucky day if it was easy to find all of them together but considering they all had different comfort places, for when they had work to do, it was a hard task.

You first found Carol in the gym, and you smiled bounding over when you saw her, “Hi baby! What have you been doing? You weren’t in our room when I woke up.” You blinked a few times when she didn’t answer you, and a frown formed on your face. You quickly tried another tactic to get her attention but then you noticed she had her earphones in, so you tapped her shoulder.

What you didn’t know was that Carol was already in a horrific mood from dealing with Fury and complaints early this morning. She sighed softly and pulled out one of her earbuds, turning to face you, her chest heaving as she tried to get her breath back. “Y/N, what are you doing in here?”

You smiled at the blonde and gave her a tight hug, nuzzling your head into the crook of her neck, your whole body practically buzzing from the comfort of Carol being in your arms. “I just came to find you guys; you were the first person I found. Now let’s go do something fun!”

Pulling on Carol's arm and rambling to yourself about what you have planned for your girlfriends, you ignored Carol harshly addressing you, and you missed how her body tensed as a dark glare formed on her face. She thought the world of you, she loved you so much, but at this moment in time, she wanted nothing more than for you to just go away.

“Y/N! Will you just fucking stop?!”

You whimpered slightly and flinched at her tone, letting go of the blonde’s muscular arm, as she carried on shouting, “God, you’re just so fucking annoying. Will you just stop touching me and go and bother somebody else for 5 minutes? Just, go away.”

Your eyes immediately brimmed with tears at your eldest girlfriend’s harsh words, and your bottom lip trembled as you fought your tears away. “Carol…” You whispered, frowning even more when she put her hand up to silence you. “Just get out of my sight, Y/N.”

You nodded in understanding and bolted out of the gym, the dam of tears that threatened your water line finally collapsed and all the tears rolled down your cheeks. You didn’t mean to make her mad, and she had never spoken to you like that before.

Maybe one of the other two could help you figure out what’s wrong with her.

--

The next one of your girlfriends that you had found was Wanda.

You sniffled walking into the kitchen, quickly wiping your eyes when you saw the taller redhead, and you smiled sadly sitting at the counter to watch her cook. Wanda glanced up at you through her long lashes, gave a small smile, and then focused back on the task in front of her.

Wanda was happy to have this comfortable silence with you, not really in the mood to entertain anybody at the minute. She found herself once again being upset by Avenger’s backlash, a fair amount of it being directly pinned on herself which made it harder. She was happy with the silence until you decided to break it.

“What are you making, Wands?”

“Paprikash.”

“Can I help?”

Wanda suddenly stopped chopping and glanced up at you, she was stressed, and she always found comfort and therapy within her cooking, but you were a very very clumsy person. You didn’t notice the hesitation when Wanda sighed quietly but seeing your hopeful smile got her to nod in agreement and she moved to the side to allow you to stand next to her.

You followed her instructions as best as you could, sometimes getting too overexcited which resulted in things being cut wrongly, not to mention you spilt a majority of all the ingredients either all over the counter or across the floor.

Wanda’s hands had begun to shake at this point, what was once a therapeutic solo cooking session, was now a stressful and agitating babysitting session. She quickly turned to you, grabbing your hands, and led you to sit down, “Just…sit there, you can be my little taste tester, okay?”

“I didn’t mean to screw up, I’m sorry Wands. I always love your cooking, I just wanted to help.”

Wanda smiled more at you ready to reply to your compliment. The anxiety-ridden edge you had put her on slowly started to fade, but then you decided you were going to go off on a tangent about whatever was swirling through your brain.

Her eye twitched as your voice gradually got louder the more passionate you got, overpowering her own whenever she went to politely ask you to quieten down, as she was beginning to get agitated. She didn’t want to get agitated, especially not with you, her baby, but you were currently too worked up for her to deal with when all she wanted was to wind down with some cooking.

“Y/N, honey, you’re really putting me off, Could you lower your voice a bit for me? Please love,” Wanda muttered as she continued to chop up the vegetables to throw into the pan, her irises glowing red whenever your voice raised too loudly for her liking.

“Oh! And then I think there’s something wrong with Carol, she was really weird with me in the gym today,” you continued, not hearing Wanda’s plea for you to quieten down, and you shuffled in your seat drumming your fingers on the table. “Maybe we should all just go and chill out-”

“Shit!” Wanda winced as she misjudged the slice of the vegetable and cut along her own palm frowning at the fact it was deep enough to draw blood, and a low growl of annoyance vibrated at the back of her throat. “Just be quiet Y/N! I was clearly concentrating and all you kept doing was being loud and irritating to the point I’ve ended up hurting myself!”

“Wands, I’m so sorry. Please let me help,” you offered as you reached for the first aid kit in the top cupboard, and then moved towards Wanda and gently grabbed her hand. You frowned upset when she pushed your hands away, her irises with a tint of red.

“No, you’ve done enough damage. Leave me alone and just go before you agitate me anymore, I’m not in the mood for you.”

“Wands, please. I said that I’m sorry-”

“I said, go.”

You frowned at her stern tone and your eyes welled with tears for the second time today. Never had you ever made any of your girlfriends this upset and angry with you before, were you really that irritating?

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At first, you debated going to find your other girlfriend, the older redhead, because all you seemed to be doing today was agitating people and annoying them. You had never felt so alone as you had in the first half of your day, all you wanted to do was give Carol some affection and Wanda some company.

But…they didn’t want you.

Maybe with Nat, it will be different, if you just stay quiet and don’t overwhelm her with affection, you should be able to stay in her good books. You eventually found Nat tucked up in the back corner of the library, mission reports scattered across the table, alongside newspapers that had things about the team on the front cover.

Her head lifted as soon as you walked through the door, damn her assassin skills, and she smiled a little at you. She looked tired. Once you had made your way over, you went to sit beside her like usual, but thought against it and sat across from her instead.

“Hi Natty,” you smiled.

“Hi back Detka,” she replied, her eyes still focused on the laptop in front of her, and you pouted slightly letting out a small huff.

“How have you been today? None of you was in our room when I had woken up this morning,” you frowned, sadness clearly laced in the sound of your voice and Natasha sighed softly continuing to work.

“I know, I’m sorry. We went for breakfast early because we all had some stuff to do, and then we went off and did our own thing,” she explained nonchalantly and gave a small shrug, still refusing to take her eyes from her work.

They went to breakfast together…without you.

You were the last person to join the relationship, the 3 original women being together for 2 years, Wanda and Natasha being together another 2 years prior to that. They had never excluded you before, or not invited you to do something with them.

You frowned heavily at her words and rocked on your chair, but when you recognised the squeaking noise that the legs had started to make you immediately stopped. You weren’t going to give Natasha any reason to get mad at you, she was your only source of comfort right now.

“Do you want to go and get dinner with me? I was thinking we could go to that burger place we like?” You questioned, a hopeful smile on your features.

“Not right now, I’m busy, and I think Wanda said something about ordering takeout later.”

You huffed once more and leant back in your chair and resorted to watching videos on your phone instead of talking, it was better than not being in Natasha’s company at all. You gave up.

The sound of your phone being played loudly made the ex-assassins jaw tense, it being made even worse when you laughed loudly or mimicked the words and sounds from the video. Usually, Natasha would find it adorable as you re-watched and mouthed along to your favourite things, but just like everybody else she wasn’t in the mood to deal with it today.

“Y/N,” she warned, but you just pouted slightly and turned the phone down.

“I’m sorry,” you apologised sincerely.

“You will be,” Natasha muttered under her breath. Luckily, whether it was luck for yourself or Natasha, you didn’t hear the harsh words and Nat turned back to her work. When you made a loud laugh again, you quickly covered your mouth and sent her a sheepish smile, but then you whimpered when she grabbed your phone and threw it across the room.

“Enough!”

Finally putting the mission reports down, she turned her attention to you, a dark scowl on her face. Even after half an hour, your eyes were still red and slightly puffy, from crying twice today already, and she frowned slightly. “You’ve been crying.”

“So, you’ve finally noticed?” you mumbled, your eyes brimming with even more tears whilst her eyes narrowed at the tone of your voice. You hated that you were making her mad, but you were mad and upset now too.

“You know what? I’m actually sick of you and your god-awful attitude. You come in here, disturb me from my work, and then have the audacity to get sad and give me attitude when you’re the one who is being a pain!”

You gulped slightly, becoming nervous and upset at her tone of voice which threw the vicious words at you. This was the last straw; you had annoyed all 3 of your girlfriends and now none of them wanted anything to do with you.

“You’re just so loud and hyper, all the time, some of us want that peace and quiet and you just irritate everyone. We’ve all had a hard fucking week having to deal with bullshit from the media, but not you. You’re the media’s golden girl, everyone only sees the beauty in you and your powers, they don’t get to see your flaws like we do. Now just, I don’t know, just go and stop agitating everybody.”

You look at Natasha stunned, she was now on her feet pointing her finger at you, and her jaw was tense. You had never seen her in this kind of state before, and you couldn’t help but feel terrified by your lover who towered over you. Glancing at your broken phone across the room, you took this as your sign to leave, and you slowly stood to your feet.

“I’m sorry Natasha, I didn’t mean to be a problem to you and everybody else,” you whimpered, turning on your heel to leave the library, and you made your way to the rooftop.

Your safe space.

**

It had been a few days since your arguments with each of your girlfriend’s. You have done everything in your power to stay away from them, and the rest of the team, so you took up the offer of staying with Yelena when she found you sobbing on the rooftop.

“My offer to punch them is still there,” she scoffed as she shoved yet another load of pringles into her mouth, and you just shook your head giggling at her antics. “I honestly don’t care if she’s my sister, I’ll punch her straight in that fat head of hers. Suka (Bitch).”

“She doesn’t have a fat head,” you argued, a small frown on your face as you made the flower petals dance in your hand, and the quickly wilted when you got upset again.

Yelena just shrugged, still believing her sister had a fat head, and stole your sweets from your lap making you pout. “And can we just not talk about this right now? This will be the first day in almost a week where I haven’t cried, and I think that’s pretty good if I say so myself.”

“It is good, dorogoy (sweetheart),” Yelena smiled, allowing you to rest your head on your shoulder and you sighed gently. It wasn’t hard for Yelena to know what was running through your mind, she was your best friend after all. “I know you miss them, have they tried speaking to you at all?”

You sighed knowing this conversation wasn’t going to get dropped any time soon, and you looked down at your hands starting to crack your fingers. A habit you had picked up in high school when you were feeling nervous or upset.

“No, they haven’t tried speaking to me. Then again, I’ve not really shown myself in the compound and when I have, I’ve stayed quiet and just kept to myself. Usually, I just grab some food from the kitchen really quickly or pick up my takeaway from the front door and go back to your room.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I know this is hard for you,” She frowned and you just shrugged, allowing her to wrap you tightly in her arms as you tried to stifle your sniffles.

Hopefully, they’ll come around soon, and all of you will be happy again.

–

Everyone had noticed the lack of noise in the compound; they had also noticed the lack of you in the compound, but nobody really understood why.

Your girlfriends had gone back to your shared room at the end of that day, all still agitated and riled up about what happened, so they didn’t necessarily miss your presence that evening. However, as the days went by, they realised how harsh they had been and had started to do what they could to even catch a glimpse of you to begin their apologies.

Wanda took it the hardest, she had always been the more emotional out of the three, and what hurt her, even more, is the thoughts of yours that she could hear echo through the compound. The horrible, self-deprecating, and belittling thoughts that all 3 of them had ingrained into your mind.

The compound hadn’t been the same since you locked yourself away, forced yourself to stop acting a certain way, and most importantly stopped being happy. You were the team's ray of sunshine, and everyone was affected by your lack of presence, and there was a large amount of guilt that was felt through the team. Even all the plants and flowers around that compound had begun to wilt, and that’s when they realised the severity of what had happened.

Nat missed the dumb jokes that you’d make to get her to crack a smile when she was trying to act too tough, and unbothered, around the team. Wanda missed the way you’d come and curl up in her lap, your whole body practically vibrating with excitement when you had done something new in your videogame or with your flowers. Carol missed when you would smuggle her some burgers into her training sessions and the two of you would hide behind the weight sets and eat them together, covering the room in ivy for more seclusion.

Wanda paced the front room whilst Carol lounged on the sofa and Natasha was out of the compound getting a replacement for your phone. That was the first person that got reprimanded was Natasha, and she got a very long lecture about breaking property that wasn’t her own, and for being so aggressive towards you. All 3 women knew they had hurt you, and now it was time to fix what they did.

“Your pacing is sending me dizzy, my love,” Carol commented, directing it towards the young Sokovian who just sent her a small shrug. “Natasha will be back soon, and once she’s back we can actually brace ourselves to go to Yelena’s room to try and speak to Y/N.”

“How do we know they're in there Carol? They might’ve left.”

“Wands, Y/N wouldn’t want to be with anybody else but Yelena right now. You know how close the two are, and you know that’s why Nat is taking it so hard too. Yelena hasn’t spoken to her in nearly a week, and when she has it’s a threat or insult.”

“What if they want to leave us? I’ve heard their thoughts Carol, they think that we hate them,” Wanda sniffled as she took a seat next to the blonde, curling up into her side. “I-I can’t believe we did that to them. It wasn’t their fault that the media was attacking everyone but them, I don’t blame them, they can literally do no wrong but we made them feel like they were wrong.”

Carol frowned at her words and went to reply, but the sound of the front door opening caught their attention. Natasha smiled at the two as she strolled through the doors, your favourite takeout in hand alongside your new phone, and she pressed a gentle kiss to both of their cheeks.

“Sorry I took so long, I picked us all up some food. Also, my nerves are starting to get the better of me, so shall we just get a move on, and do it? I need them to know how sorry we are, I really miss them,” The older redhead whimpered.

Carol nodded in agreement, shifting slightly so Wanda knew she wanted to get up, and all 3 women made their way towards Yelena’s room. Wanda stood in the middle of the two older women, gripping their hands tightly, as your thoughts got louder. She felt like she was going to be sick.

Natasha tentatively knocked on the door, grimacing at the sound of the takeaway back that was in her hand knocking into it, and her heart rate elevated when she heard shuffling behind the doors.

You were going to open it.

You glanced at Yelena as you walked towards the door, you had gone pale, and you could feel your palms begin to sweat. This would be the first time you had talked to them in nearly a week. You wanted to talk to them more than anything in the world, but you didn’t know if you were ready.

“Y/N, the four of you can fix this, you’re going to be okay,” Yelena reassured, and you nodded slightly, embracing her in a tight hug to help yourself relax before you eventually opened the door.

Once you met the eyes of your girlfriends you couldn’t stop the tears from forming, you had missed them more than anything in the world, and the trio mirrored your watery smile.

“Hi, Detka.” “Hello, Malyshka.” “Hey, love.”

The sound of their voices was your breaking point, you didn’t bother to try and stop yourself from sobbing, and Wanda was the first to pull you into a tight hug to comfort you as much as she could. Carol and Natasha made a quick pace of taking you to your shared bedroom, the smell of your shared laundry detergent, a mix of all 4 of your perfumes, gave you immediate comfort.

You couldn’t help but let out a small whimper.

“We’re here,” Natasha cooed, letting Wanda sit you down on the edge of the bed. You immediately moved into the middle so all 3 of your loves could sit by you and be close to you, no matter where you moved. Wanda was quick to take her spot behind you and pull you into her, so your back was pressed flush against her chest, her fingers gently running through your hair. “We’re not going to let you go again,” Carol reassured.

“W-Why? You all h-hate me!”

You sobbed loudly as the words left your mouth, and the trio felt their hearts break. They were the cause of this, they were the ones who did this to you, and now they were the ones who would have to live with it.

“We could never hate you, dove,” Wanda muttered as she pressed kisses to your crown and the top of your head, her own tears threatening to fall. “We were all just having a horrible day, and that is no excuse for us to have done what we did, but none of us meant anything we said. We promise you, baby.”

“Wanda is right,” Natasha continued, reaching out to stroke your cheek but doing it slow enough that you could move away if you wanted, but you didn’t. She smiled as you leant into the touch of her hand, closing your eyes as you soaked up the ex-assassin’s comfort.

“None of us meant what we said, but I have something even more serious to apologise for,” she frowned, running her thumb over your cheekbone, and then reached to her bag to pass you the new phone. You smiled a little and Nat sighed softly, “I should never have done what I did. I didn’t mean to scare you, and I shouldn’t have broken your phone or been aggressive to you.”

“It’s okay, Natty. I made you mad, it was my own fault, I shouldn’t have been so irritating. You were right. I’ve changed though, I won’t be as loud, hyper or irritating. I promise, just please don’t break up with me.”

“We’d never do that, love,” Carol declared fiercely, and you could tell by the tone of her voice that she was being truthful. Natasha pulled out the food and began dishing it out to everybody, and you smiled as you dug in happily, looking back at Carol when she continued talking.

“Never change yourself because of what 3 stupid idiots said.”

You knew she was trying to diffuse the situation and make small jokes to make you feel comfortable and you smiled up at her, sending the same smiles to the 2 redheads when they agreed with Carol’s statement.

“We love you exactly how you are,” Wanda affirmed, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

“We will always love you, nothing could ever change that,” Natasha stated, her hand moving to grasp yours gently.

“And we hope that you will eventually accept our apology. We know and understand you won’t forgive us straight away, but we promise we’re going to make it up to you for as long as you’ll allow us," Carol finished.

You nodded finishing your burger, glancing at the food that was left on the bed. You then smiled stealing some of each of their fries, some nuggets from Wanda and Nat, and then some cheese bites from Carol.

“Thank you for apologising. I accept your apology, but I’m not quite ready to forgive you yet, but this is definitely a start,” you teased as you popped a nugget into your mouth making the 3 older women smile.

“A start is more than good enough for us.”

Melina sighed as she gently bounced Yelena on her knee as she finished her dessert, “Natalia, Honey…I know you don’t want to, but your father is right, you need to marry. For all you know, you could end up loving who you’re going to be promised to.” She watched as her daughter abruptly stood up at the table, her nostrils flared with annoyance since she did not take her side in the matter at hand. “Natalia please, at least this time it’s-”

“I don’t care what this time is! That boy is a menace, and he’s crude and disgusting,” Natasha screamed, making the younger girl in her mother’s arms jump and start crying.

Melina glared at Natasha as she comforted Yelena in her arms and Natasha just huffed in reply as she slowly sat back down in her chair, submitting to her mother’s harsh look.

“Now, the family are going to be here in a minute, so I want you both on your best behaviour,” Melina warned, directing it towards Alexei and Natasha, and the duo nodded in agreement as they didn’t want to get into an argument with the brunette, who would surely win.

⇄

You straightened out your suit jacket as you got out of the car and looked around the outside of the castle, the Romanoff’s didn’t skimp out on the decorations for the visit. You smiled gently at the maidens who stopped their daily duties to stare at you and your brother.

The fact that your brother knew that pretty much all women found him attractive was a headache, his ego was big enough as it is, but you did still love him. What you didn’t love is the way that he treated said women, he was very much a player, and he could be extremely rude to women who gave him their time.

You watched as your brother flirted carelessly, to which you rolled your eyes and moved to be the one to help your mother out of the car. The smile your mother gave you as she climbed out settled your nerves slightly, and you pressed a gentle kiss to her hand. “My sweet girl is so polite, thank you, sweetheart,” your mother praised, and you nodded, a gentle smile on your face as she continued, “At least one of my children has manners, your brother is a menace.”

“Yeah well, that’s what happens when he has an ego that was even bigger than Father’s,” you muttered as your mother nodded in agreement, a flash of sadness crossing her eyes at the mention of your father. Looking over at your brother, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you watched him hold some poor girl’s hands and press a kiss to them, making them flustered. “He’s going to get himself in trouble if he’s not careful.”

“Yeah, well luckily it’s not him that we’re here for,” your mother explained, and you nodded slightly as you started to nervously pick at your nails. She ran a comforting hand up and down your arm as you walked towards the palace door, “Natasha is a lovely girl for you Y/N, I understand this is nerve-wracking and I know you’re worried about what others are going to think, but it’s going to be okay. You’re both from royalty, and highly respected families, you can’t help who you’re attracted to.”

“I didn’t even know the Romanoff girl was interested in women, are you sure she is? Or has there just been some sort of miscommunication? Like, have they assumed the wrong thing?” You smiled politely at the guard who had come to lead you to the throne room before you looked back at your mother. “Because the last thing I want is for the Romanoff girl to want to kill me, just because her parents assumed something. I’ve heard she’s a bit of a spitfire.”

“Well, from what I was told, she’d had many suitors, handsome young men who have all come from wealthy and respected families and she has denied every one of them. However, her parents have noticed at balls and parties she dances very closely with a lot of her female companions, not sparing any of her suitors or men a glance, and always compliments them.”

“Yes, but mother, that doesn’t mean she likes women-”

“Oh, and her mother had caught her and her childhood best friend Wanda kissing in an abandoned corridor. Natasha doesn’t know that though, so don’t you mention it to her,” your mother warned, and you quickly nodded at her stern tone. “Now, are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

⇄

Natasha kept her sights focused on the table as you and your family walked inside, jumping at the sound of your brother’s loud voice to which you sent him a sharp glare and muttered under your breath, “Shut up, idiot brother. You’re being so rude.”

Your eyes met Melina’s, it made you feel better that she was the first eye contact you had made as you remembered her from previous meetings. Knowing she had already shown a preference towards you rather than your brother put your mind at ease.

“Melina, darling!” Your mother chimed as she walked over to the brunette who gladly accepted the tight hug and kisses to her cheeks, reciprocating them with just as much enthusiasm.

Your eyes couldn’t help but wander towards the redhead whose attention was cemented onto the cutlery that had been left from their meal. You assumed the woman was Natasha, and you couldn’t help but pick up on the vibe that she would rather be anywhere else. Melina’s voice grabbed your attention and you smiled up at the older woman.

“Your Majesty, it’s lovely to see you again,” you smiled as you bowed and pressed a gentle kiss to Melina’s knuckles before you stood up straight. You couldn’t fight off your smile when Melina shook her head as she chuckled at your actions before bringing you into a hug.

“There’s no need to be so formal Y/N,” Melina chastised with a joking tone to her voice as she pulled away and then pinched your cheeks, taking in your appearance. “Look at you, you look amazing sweetheart, it’s so nice to see you. Thank you for coming.”

“Of course, Your Maje- Melina…I wouldn’t have missed it,” you replied, glancing at the redhead once more and then smiled when you realised her eyes were already on you. The slight blush that crept onto Natasha’s cheeks, from being caught staring at you, wasn’t noticed by everybody but it was by you, and you couldn’t help but send a quick wink her way.

“Natasha, come and say hello, don’t be rude,” Melina instructed as the younger woman cleared her throat and you smiled softly at her as she moved to stand in front of you. Unfortunately for the pair of you, you didn’t get a chance to open your mouth to greet her before you were knocked away by your brother as he introduced himself, and both you and your mother glared at the back of his head.

“Ah, the lovely Natasha Romanoff, you’re even more beautiful in person than your pictures,” your brother flirted, and you couldn’t help but clench your jaw at his words, unruly jealousy surging through your veins, but the satisfying thing was the way Natasha’s eyes narrowed at him to give him a dark glare. “It’s been too long for us to finally meet and it’s a pleasure, but can I just say, you’re very pleasing on the eyes.”

You growled at his use of words, your mother gasped, appalled with his actions and his words, and she hit his arm harshly. Melina and Alexei looked at him with a raised eyebrow, alongside a knowing grimace, being aware of what was about to unfold.

The sound of a loud crack echoed through the hall, and you watched as your brother’s head snapped harshly to the side, Natasha’s hand having made harsh contact with his cheek. You couldn’t hide the belly laugh that erupted from your mouth as he realised, for the first time in his life, he had finally been put in his place by one of the women he annoyed.

“Natasha!” “Edward!”

You looked between the two mothers who were ready to scold each of them, both for very different reasons before Natasha quickly interrupted, “Whether he’s meant to be my betrothed or not, he doesn’t have the right to speak to me like that!”

You quickly looked at your mother, stunned by Natasha’s words and all you received back was a sheepish smile as she cleared her throat slightly. You gulped slightly, now incredibly nervous about how Natasha was going to react when she realised it was you who was her betrothed, not your idiot brother.

“Your Highness, If I may,” you spoke lowly as you turned your attention to Natasha, your hands beginning to shake from the nerves, and you could practically feel the colour draining from your face. You had never felt sicker in your entire life than at that moment, and you prepared yourself for the same fate as your brother.

Natasha’s gaze softened once it landed on you, which gave you a slither of hope that she wasn’t going to kick off at you as she did your brother. You cleared your throat, giving your mother one last glance which resulted in her giving you a reassuring smile.

“It’s me who is planned to marry you, Your Highness, and most definitely not my idiot brother,” you assured before you sent him a harsh glare. You ran your tongue over your dried lips, the nerves that were settled in the pit of your stomach now bubbled to the surface.

“Oh, right,” Natasha answered, looking at her parents with confusion. You were a woman, not a man, yet here you were as her most recent, and most attractive, suitor. “I’m confused, I didn’t think that I would ever have a female suitor, mother.”

Alexei grumbled something along the lines of ‘if it was fully up to me you wouldn’t have’ but was quickly silenced by Melina’s deathly glare. Natasha shifted her weight onto her other foot as she started to feel awkward about the situation, even more so because you and your family were present, and she knew full well she wasn’t ready to have this conversation with her parents.

“Natasha, sweetie,” Melina started, walking over to Natasha to hold her hands, running her thumbs across her knuckles. “I’m sorry it took me so long to see and understand one of the main reasons in which you detested your suitors so much. I’ve seen the looks you give other princesses when they come to the balls, the way you prefer to be around and dance with female company, but the biggest thing was is that I saw you and Wanda in that corridor at the last ball before her engagement. I’m not mad or upset with you, and I don’t love you any less, I just want you to be happy.”

Natasha’s face flushed a deep red at the mention of Wanda, and you couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous at the obvious attachment between the two women. Even though it was unruly jealousy, you still scoffed at the thought of you not knowing this woman for even an hour and her still having a hold of you like this. You guess it couldn’t be helped; she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

“I didn’t know you saw that,” Natasha muttered, ignoring the knowing smile her mother gave her, and instead turned to face you. You gulped slightly, still worried about whether she would lash out at you or not, but she just huffed as she turned back to her mother. “Even so, I am not getting married, I don’t want to, now if you’ll excuse me.”

You watched the redhead give you a last glance before she stormed from the room and towards the safety of her own bedroom, knowing she was less likely to get bombarded if she left there.

It was going to be hard to win her over, but you were always up for a challenge.

**

It had been a few weeks since your first interaction with Natasha, and she had been doing her best to avoid you like the plague. She thought you were just as much of a menace as your brother, but for completely different reasons, the main reason being you couldn’t care less at what people thought of you which resulted in you ‘acting out’ in Natasha’s own opinion.

The first thing that bugged her was the fact you were just so…boisterous. You were a lady, a Princess more importantly, so to Natasha, it was crucial that you started acting like it. She wasn’t embarrassed by you per se, but the stares she got because of some ruckus you had found yourself in didn’t please her, so she was internally begging you to reign it in.

Did it work? No, of course, it didn’t.

You smoothed down your hair as you made your way to Natasha’s room, a bouquet of flowers and gift box in hand, and you rehearsed what you wanted to say under your breath to yourself. You were trying your hardest to get Natasha to like you, but it was proving to be more difficult than you originally planned.

You knew you were stepping on her toes, but you never meant to. It was obvious that you and Natasha had a very different kind of upbringing, even if you were both from royalty. Clutching the gift tighter in your hand you knocked 3 times on Natasha’s bedroom door

It swung open to reveal Natasha in a gorgeous yellow summer dress that came just above her knee, fitted around her bust and her waist, accessorised with a yellow headband. You could feel your heart rate rising and your palms started to sweat when she returned your small smile. Natasha was honestly the most gorgeous woman you ever had the pleasure of setting your eyes on.

“Oh, Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“Hi Nat,” you chirped happily whilst you rocked on the balls of your feet, “I uh, I was just wondering if you might want to accompany me to breakfast or something? I got you some flowers and a little something.”

You passed over the flowers and the gift, smiling a little more when her hands accidentally brushed against yours. They were extremely soft, which didn’t surprise you, and you chewed the inside of your cheek nervously. Natasha’s eyes caught yours as she invited you inside her room, moving towards her desk to place the flowers in a vase.

“Chewing the inside of your cheek is a horrid habit,” Natasha scolded, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little even if you did still wear a small smile, but you just shrugged slightly whilst you wiped your hands against your trousers. “I’d be surprised if I don’t start seeing your teeth through your cheek soon.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you mumbled and glanced at Natasha as she leant against her desk, the gift in her hand, and you cleared your throat slightly. “I hope the thing is okay, I was out the other day and I saw it and thought you might like it.”

Natasha smiled softly at the thought of you just going about your day and then coming across something which brought your mind to her. It did make her feel slightly guilty about avoiding you, but she was still adamant about not getting married.

A small gasp left her mouth when she opened the gift box and saw a personalised art set, her name engraved in cursive into each item, the main thing being a wooden painter’s palette with her name engraved into the wood.

“Y/N, this is beautiful, thank you,” Natasha whispered as the pads of her fingers ghosted over the engraving, smiling at the smooth wood. What made this small act of appreciation better, was the fact that this was something that Natasha would be able to use continuously. The fact it was something she was passionate about and it wasn’t just some gift that proved you had money.

“You’re welcome, I thought you could use a new set of stuff, your other ones seem worn down from how much you use them. So, what do you think about my offer?” You gave her a gentle smile but that quickly turned to a frown when you watched her tense up at your wording.

“You think you could just get me some art supplies and that would suddenly change my mind about marriage? Y/N, I appreciate the gift, I really do but if that’s what it was for then I am not accepting it. I have already told you I don’t want to get married,” she snapped with an agitated glare.

You tensed your jaw slightly, your own agitated glare appearing on your features. “No, that isn’t what that was for, I got that for you because I thought you would like it. Also, I meant my offer about joining me for breakfast, but you can forget it. I’ll see you around, I hope the brushes are okay.”

Natasha’s face faltered slightly at your words, and a small and soft frown formed. It wasn’t her intention to upset you, and she felt even more guilty considering you were just trying to do something nice for her.

You stormed out of the bedroom and down the corridor with a face of thunder, and the staff who worked within the castle made sure to stay out of your way, they knew better than to try and talk to you or Natasha when you have a bust up with each other.

**

Natasha had been in a foul mood since after seeing you earlier on in the morning, and everybody noticed it, so it wasn’t hard to piece together that the two of you had butt heads and had an argument or something similar. Luckily enough, Natasha had made plans with Wanda so that at least gave her some hope to be in a better mood.

“Yes, I did feel bad Wanda, but I also needed to set a boundary,” Natasha muttered as they walked through the gardens, arm in arm, both feeling content with the weather and the activities they had planned to do with each other.

“I understand that, but she’s really trying Natasha, everyone has noticed it,” Wanda replied, smiling politely at the people the duo walk past. They had been best friends for years and it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to see the pair wrapped up in each other as they were then.

“I know, I know. I just, I don’t want to get married, I’ve barely lived my life yet. It’s not like I’m old, I’m only just turning 25, it isn’t fair. I just hate that my dad is so pressuring, at least my mom cuts me a bit of slack. You’re lucky, Wanda, you got to marry the person you wanted.”

Wanda shrugged slightly at Nat’s words, “I still got given suitors Natasha, I was just lucky that I found the person that I wanted to love in Carol, and it was nicer that I knew her beforehand. If I hadn’t, I’d most likely be in the same situation that you are, maybe you should give her a chance?”

“She’s a menace, I honestly can’t keep up with her. We’re both parts of royalty but it’s like the two of us are on separate sides of the planet,” Natasha whined. “And don’t even get me started on that idiot brother of hers, he antagonises her, and it makes it even worse.”

“What makes you think that?” Wanda questioned; her brows furrowed. At the end of the day, all royalty pretty much had the same kind of upbringing, so she didn’t understand what the large difference between you and Natasha was.

“She raises a ruckus wherever she goes, she’s loud, half of the time I see her she’s covered in dirt and or bleeding because she’s been sparring with somebody. She dresses in what I would consider even lower standard than every day where, if she isn’t muddy from doing something she’s sweaty and that’s usually from her going riding,” Natasha listed and carried on rambling, counting all the reasons on each of her fingers.

“So, what you’re saying is that it’s because you’re her prissy princess? And she’s the knight in shining armour?” Wanda teased, walking further through the gardens and towards the fields.

“Exactly-Hey!”

Wanda laughed loudly and threw her head back, holding onto Natasha’s arm tighter before she gave her a small pout. “I’m sorry, Natty, I’m only teasing. I honestly think that you should give her a chance though. Maybe teach her something you do, rather than you just watching her do things that agitate you, a door opens both ways Natty.”

“I can’t say I haven’t thought about it, it might be nice,” Natasha pondered, and then the loud sound of shouting made Wanda and Natasha jump. “What the hell is going on?”

After your bust-up with Natasha, you made your way to the gym before you headed out to the gardens with some others to play a few team games. Inevitably, that ended up in sparring matches between a few of you, as you practice your moves both in hand-to-hand combat and with swords (in this case, the swords being sticks.)

You groaned slightly as you were hit hard in the sternum, winding you slightly before you were hit in the head with the opposite end of the stick and collapsed to the floor wheezing. Natasha moved forwards in an attempt to stop it, but Wanda stopped her from going forward and made her wait it out.

It didn’t take you long to get onto your feet and tackle your opponent down into the mud, both of you getting covered quickly whilst belly laughs erupted from you, and the friends around you.

“See, what did I tell you! She’s barbaric!” Natasha complained as she saw what was one of your smarter outfits caked in mud, and she knew that definitely wouldn’t come out in the first wash. She narrowed her eyes at you as you stood to your feet with your opponent, and Wanda’s jaw dropped when she recognised it as her wife, Carol.

“CAROL SUSAN JANE DANVERS!”

Your head snapped up at the shouting and once you saw Natasha you smiled wide and waved at her until you remembered you were annoyed. Once you had remembered, you huffed looking down at your feet as you turned your back to Natasha, which caused her to frown.

The blonde who you were sparring with gulped, and you raised your eyebrow, “I’m guessing your Carol Danvers?” She nodded slowly and you offered her a hand to shake, neither of you caring about the mud, both of your faces barely visible from the dirt.

“That would be me,” she chuckled and then grimaced when her full name was called again, and Wanda had begun to walk over to the two of you, closely followed by Natasha. “And that woman that shouted me? That is my beautiful but seemingly very angry wife, Wanda.”

Wanda.

You could finally put a face to a name, and now you didn’t even feel that disgusting amount of jealousy, and it made it even better that she was married. As the two women approached you cleared your throat slightly as Natasha’s eyes narrowed.

“Afternoon ladies, isn’t it a wonderful day?” Carol questioned, trying her best to hide the jest in her tone but failed miserably. You internally grimaced once you heard the jest, knowing it wasn’t going to help the situation that the two of you were in.

“It was until I came across my wife fighting in the mud,” Wanda deadpanned, to which Carol gave an innocent smile and tried to kiss Wanda’s cheek. Wanda let out a loud shriek as she dodged her wife’s affection, refusing to get any kind of mud on even near her dress. “Don’t you dare, now go and get yourself cleaned up-”

You let out a small laugh at Carol being ordered to go and get cleaned up, but you were quickly silenced when Wanda turned to glare at you.

“-And don’t think you’re off of the hook either, Y/N."

Your eyes widened when she addressed you, but your eye caught Natasha’s who was wearing a smirk, and Wanda just raised her eyebrow waiting for your defiance.

"Both of you go to the showers, right now, you're filthy,” Wanda continued.

Usually, you would argue or at least defend yourself in some way, but you were also wanting to be the bigger person and not piss Natasha off anymore.

“Fine, we’re going,” Carol whined as she started the walk towards the castle, and you followed without sparing Natasha a second glance, not daring to meet Wanda’s glare once more.

“Your wife is scary,” you informed Carol and she chuckled shaking her head. “She’s not, not really,” she replied taking off her jacket, “She just very much knows how to keep people in check and get what she wants, I admire her for it.”

“Well Carol, I think it’ll be nice for us to have some with our girls if they’ve decided they're ganging up on us, don’t you think?”

“You know what Y/N? I think that sounds like a pretty good idea,” she smirked.

This was the start of a beautiful friendship.

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“Good evening, Wanda,” he smiled with a flirtatious glint in his eye, before he turned to face you and his face went neutral, but more on the verge of a grimace. “Agent Y/L/N.”

You rolled your eyes as you tuned out their conversation, your hands ghosting over the curve of Wanda’s ass in a teasing fashion, a playful smirk making its way onto your face when you felt her body tense and heard her breath hitch.

It was cute how easily you could get your girlfriend flustered, after nearly 3 years of dating. You carried on your teasing actions and made sure to firmly grope her ass every so often when it seemed as though she was getting too comfortable with your handsy touches.

“...Maybe we could go out for dinner sometime, it could be fun. I would like it if you joined me, Wanda.”

Your head snapped to look at the synthezoid and a low, possessive, growl rumbled in the back of your throat, and your fingers dug deeper into the plump flesh of Wanda’s ass. Wanda gasped slightly at the firmness of your grasp and a needy whimper dripped from Wanda’s mouth as she took a shaky breath to calm herself.

“Vision, you better back off before I make you, don’t test my patience, asshole,” you growled darkly.

Vision swallowed thickly, sending a quick glance to Wanda in a hope of her defence, but your glare just got harsher. Before Wanda even got the chance to try and diffuse the situation, you had grabbed her by the forearm and pulled her away from the denseness of the party, as well as the interfering sack of bolts. Wanda stumbled over her own feet as you both made your way onto the semi-secluded balcony above where you could still see the party play out beneath you.

With no hesitation you pressed Wanda harshly against the closest surface, her back pinned against the cold metal of the railing, whilst your tongue forcefully entered her mouth. Wanda melted into your touch and a loud moan erupted from the back of her throat as her fingers found their way to your hair to grip it harshly.

“Jealous much?” Wanda panted, between desperate and sloppy kisses, before you abruptly pulled away grabbing a fistful of her dark hair, tugging it tightly to make her release the grip she had on your own locks.

Luckily, you had trapped Wanda against the railing with your body, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to keep herself upright whilst her knees buckled beneath her.

“Don’t you fucking tease me Maximoff, I’m gonna show that walking toaster who you belong to,” you growled as you moved your hands to the back of her dress, caressing the bare skin of her shoulders with the gentle pads of your fingertips. Wanda shuddered under your touch, rolling her hips against your thigh, which had found its way between her toned ones, and towards your own hips gasping slightly when she felt the strap that was packed into your dress pants.

“Can you feel your present, whore? I thought I’d be nice to you considering we’ve not had much time recently, and what’s a better occasion than letting people know that I fucking own you. Now, be a good girl and tell me who you, and this pretty pussy belong to.”

“Y-You. I belong to you mommy, please,” The brunette begged whilst she rolled her hips more aggressively in a desperate, but sorry, attempt at trying to release some of the pressure from the throbbing heat between her legs. “Please show them who I belong to. I’ll be good, I swear.”

“Hm, that doesn’t seem to be what that walking computer thinks,” you growled possessively as you tightly gripped Wanda’s chin to make her look at you, her lips puckered and cheeks hollowed whilst she whimpered in your grip. “Talking to what’s mine, touching what is mine.”

“No no no, I swear I’m yours, please! Mark me, claim me, ruin me.”

You smirked at her desperate, muffled, pleas and wasted no time in sinking your fingers into the delicate fabric of her emerald green dress before you ripped the back open, tugging it from her slender form to let it pool at the bottom of her legs.

A surprised yelp came from the younger brunette, her arms immediately moving to cover the modesty of her exposed chest before you slapped them away, a devilish smirk plastered on your features. “Don’t get all shy now, my pretty little slut, you’ll ruin the show I have planned.”

Wanda’s eyes dilated with lust at your words, but she couldn’t help but shiver from the looming anxiety that had started to creep its way through her body.

What if someone saw you both? Both of your reputations would be ruined, she would be embarrassed but on the other hand…that makes this even more exciting. The fear of being caught made her feel feral, desperate, and she submitted to your actions as you bent her across the railing of the balcony.

You hummed in appreciation when Wanda shivered as her hot skin came into contact with the cold railing, goosebumps raising across her smooth skin which made it even more tempting to mark. Wanda gasped quietly as your hand ran across her bare back and towards the waistline of her laced underwear, which was already drenched in her slick, and then tore them from her body to place them in your blazer pocket.

“You like it when I’m mean to you, baby? When I tell you how much of a slut you are? Get you to promise you’ll be my good little fucktoy?”

“Yes,” Wanda breathed as she pushed her ass back into you, ready to grind on your piece, but you brought your hand down sharply on her ass, not only once, but a few times, making her yelp.

“Yes, mommy!” Wanda corrected quickly, the stinging sensation on her ass slowly starting to subside to a dull ache.

“That’s my good girl.”

Your arms snaked themselves around her lithe form, whilst your hands rested comfortably on her bare chest to give her breasts a firm squeeze and your thumbs gently ran over her hardened nipples, which elicited yet another needy whine. It didn’t take you long to finally move to undo your belt, letting your dress pants, and underwear, pool at your own feet as you teased the tip of the strap through her glistening folds.

Wanda gasped softly as she pushed her ass further back into you, silently begging for you to finally give her what she wants, but she also knows you’re not going to give in that easily. “Remind me once more, princess. Who do you and your slutty pussy belong to?”

“You. I’m yours and yours only, mommy, I swear.”

“Too right, I don't like sharing.”

A small yelp leaves Wanda’s mouth followed by a loud, yet breathy, moan as you bottomed out in her without warning, your fingers threaded through her curled brunette locks. Giving a sharp tug, you tightened your grip on her hair as your hips rutted into the curve of the younger woman’s ass at a brutal pace, the force of which being hard enough that you wouldn’t be surprised if you were met with dark bruising on your hips and Wanda’s ass in the morning.

“I’m gonna fuck you stupid, pretty girl. Make you forget anybody else's name except mine, you hear me?”

“Keep fucking me this good and I promise I’ll get you a diamond ring.”

Your movements faltered slightly before a warning based hum made its way from the back of your throat. Wanda had tried her best to try and tease you back, throw you off your game to gain a little bit of control, but it didn’t work.

“Oh no, honey, it’ll be me getting you that ring, I swear to you. Now behave and take mommy’s cock like a good little whore and you’ll get it sooner than you think,” you grunted, thrusting harder and faster as Wanda’s head lolled forward in a state of euphoria.

You couldn’t help but smirk to yourself when you heard a pleasurable sob erupt from the depths of Wanda’s throat, the words she tried to speak coming out in nothing but incoherent babbles and bratty whines.

However, none of that stopped her from pressing back against you to meet your thrusts halfway, so that the strap hit deeper than before, and the piece that was comfortably nestled inside you pleasured you at the same time.

“You’re so pretty for me like this, so good for me. Letting me fuck you on this balcony when anybody could look up and see us, is that what you like huh? You want people to see you get put in your place?”

“Y-Yes mommy,” she sobbed in reply, standing up straight so her back was pressed flush against your, still fully clothed, chest. You hummed in appreciation and moved your hands from her hips to her chest groping the soft mounds firmly, a wicked smile flashing across your features. “I-I want them to see you use me, watch you make me cum.”

“Oh dove, it seems as though you got what you wanted…an audience.”

Wanda inhaled sharply, jolts of nervousness and arousal began to flood her core as she opened her eyes to see what you were talking about. She winced slightly as you kept up the assault of her cervix, your lips pressed possessively against her neck whilst you sucked dark marks into her milky skin.

Her chest was now covered by your forearm so that one of your hands could grip her face harshly, which made her cheeks hollow and lips pucker, and you turned her head to the person who was watching the two of you in utter shock.

Vision.

It was clear the metal man was uncomfortable, and he struggled to keep eye contact with Wanda as he observed your, blatantly sinful acts. The main thing that caught his eye was the smug smile that you wore with pride, knowing full well it was you, and only ever going to be you, that could make Wanda feel this good.

Never him.

Wanda’s knees buckled as she made her own eye contact with the synthezoid, your dark chuckle making her shiver as she did her best to keep standing upright, and his eyes burned holes into her skin whenever he stared. You chuckled once more, taking the lobe of her ear into your mouth, tugging it lightly, smirking when Wanda’s hands clawed at yours and her legs began to tremble once more.

The two of you had been caught, but she didn’t care and you most certainly didn’t either. You did what you promised you were going to, and that was you were going to show him who she belonged to. It wasn’t hard for you to tell by Wanda’s heavy, yet shallow, breathing, and her deep pornographic moans, that she was close to finishing, but you refused to let her take her eyes away from Vision.

“I want you to look at him when you come undone all over my cock, you hear me? I want him to know exactly what he’d be missing out on. I want him to know you’ll never be anybody else's but mine.”

Wanda quickly nodded and complied with your instructions, focused her eyes on Vision as she continuously chanted your name; the coil that was tightened in her lower stomach was threatening to snap, and a wave of euphoria overtook her body in a way she had never felt before.

“Y/N please!”

“Cum for me.”

The two of you hit your highs together, the harmonious sound of your moans danced together in the air around you, and you made sure to slow your thrusts down making eye contact with Vision once more, as he shuffled uncomfortably in his spot, before completely looking away.

He knew better than to speak about what he saw, and you knew that he did. As much as you hated to admit it, the robot wasn’t stupid.

Once you had ridden out both of your highs you slowly pulled yourself from Wanda, recognising the signs of her overstimulation, and quickly redressed yourself and the brunette before keeping your arm fixed tightly around her waist to keep her steady. The small pants that left Wanda’s mouth highlighted how worn out she was and she collapsed against you before you lifted her bridal style into your arms and pressed a chaste kiss to her plump lips.

“You okay, honey?” You enquired gently, frowning a little in the nervousness and guilt of possibly hurting the woman you loved. Wanda rested her head in the crook of your neck, pressing gentle kisses to the column of your throat, and under your jaw, before nodding.

“Never better, and you didn’t hurt me, I’m okay,” Wanda reassured as she nipped your jaw teasingly, giving you a small giggle. You shook your head and fixed her tighter in your arms, basking in the warmth that her body radiated.

“I think Vision has finally gotten the hint to leave you alone before I really do lose my temper,” you noted proudly, a cheeky smile plastered on your face as you walked towards your shared bedroom, Wanda’s arms hooked tightly around your neck to keep herself steady.

“I’m sure he has, my love,” the younger woman muttered tiredly against your neck, her head nuzzling as close to you as possible before you placed her onto the bed and pressed a loving kiss to her forehead, moving away slightly which made Wanda whine from the loss of contact.

“Where are you going?”

“One second sweetheart, I’m just gonna get a cloth and some lotion, don’t fall asleep just yet,” you whispered, gently squeezing her hand before you moved to your shared bathroom and gathered everything you needed, making sure the damp cloth wasn’t too hot.

You smiled softly as you watched Wanda do her best to fight off sleep, her head lolling forward and then snapping back up, alongside her eyes fluttering closed before she forced them back open again. She was honestly the most beautiful woman in existence and you were so lucky to have her in your life, have her as yours.

A sleepy smile stretched across her face once she felt the bed dip beside her and she reached out to hold your free hand, playing gently with your fingers, whilst you carefully ran the warm cloth across her body where she needed it. A soft whine left her mouth as you reached her core, her thighs tensing together to ease the slight sting and you hushed her gently, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. You finally applied the lotion and Wanda let out a content sigh as she nuzzled her head into your pillow, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

“So…you were really jealous, huh?”

You grumbled slightly as you moved the items out of the way before finally laying down next to the love of your life, and she let out a small giggle turning onto her back to be able to look at you. Her emerald eyes bored into your own as you laid together in a comfortable silence whilst you gathered your thoughts.

“I won’t even lie to you, I was very jealous and I know I have no reason to be, because I have you, and you have me. I just…I don’t like how he always tries it when he knows that we’ve been together for nearly 3 years. I’m sorry for letting my jealousy get the better of me.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, my love,” Wanda yawned as she turned onto her side to rest her head on your chest and pulled you closer. “I’ve always only ever been yours, nothing will change that, besides…seeing you all riled up like that was hot, I think that’s the best sex we’ve had in a while.”

You laughed gently and shifted to get more comfortable, tangling your legs together to secure her body closer to you, in the best way you knew how, and littered her forehead with gentle, loving, kisses. Wanda held onto you tighter, melting further into your touch as your fingers combed through her hair, the aroma of the perfume you wore overloading her senses as it helped her begin to doze into an even more sleepy state.

“I love you, Y/N. Never forget that.”

“I love you most, Wands. I promise to remember.”