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𝙩𝙬: 𝙫𝙞 𝙭 𝙛𝙚𝙢!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮𝙣, 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙢, 𝙘𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙨, 𝙜𝙭𝙜𝙭𝙜 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨, (#𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙩2)

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𝙗𝙚𝙙𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙧. 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙪𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 ��𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.

"𝙛-𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 ��𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙝𝙪𝙝?"

𝙫𝙞 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙨. 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚.

𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨, 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥.

𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

"𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪," 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠.

"𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩, 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮," 𝙫𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙, 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮. 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠, 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙖 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚.

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝, 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮𝙣'𝙨 𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮. 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙨𝙮 𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢. "𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨?, 𝙡𝙚𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚."

𝙫𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙠, 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨, 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮𝙣'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧.

"𝙖-𝙖𝙝, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞 𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙨. 𝙫𝙞 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚.

𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙡𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩. 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨, 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚.

𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠. 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥 𝙤𝙪𝙩.

"𝙞'𝙢 𝙘𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜." 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙤𝙖𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙖𝙨 𝙫𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠. 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩.

𝙫𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙨𝙤𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙩. 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙.

"𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣, 𝙞 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙬."

[atlasthegreatest]

A Hero's First Flight / BlackHill x Supergirl! Female Reader

During the Chitauri invasion, Y/n, a Kryptonian university student, reveals her powers to aid the Avengers but disappears before they can meet her. Years later, now known as Supergirl, she helps during the Winter Soldier crisis. After S.H.I.E.L.D.’s fall, Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff track her down, and the three grow closer as they fight crime together.

Word count: 4259

A/n: This was requested by an anon. Enjoy it!

The day started like any other. Y/n was just a college student—Kryptonian heritage or not—trying to survive finals season. But when the sky over New York split open, and the Chitauri poured through the portal, all thoughts of exams vanished. It was the kind of disaster that demanded action. And for the first time, she couldn’t keep her powers a secret.

The chaos of the invasion was overwhelming. Buildings crumbled, civilians screamed, and the Avengers fought with everything they had—but they were outnumbered. Y/n made a split-second decision, shedding her normal life like a second skin.

With the wind in her hair and her heart hammering in her chest, Y/n soared into the fray. The makeshift costume—just her college sweatshirt and jeans—wasn’t exactly heroic, but she didn’t have time to care. Y/n hit the Chitauri like a meteor, fists glowing with heat vision as she tore through their ranks. Thor shot her a surprised look; Iron Man barely dodged her in mid-flight.

Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill saw her too—briefly. Y/n locked eyes with them during a lull in the chaos. Natasha’s brow arched in curiosity, and Maria’s calculating gaze pinned her like a hawk sighting prey. But there was no time to talk. As quickly as Y/n had come, she vanished into the smoke and the sky.

Two Years Later – Washington D.C.

The years since the invasion hadn’t been easy, but they had shaped Y/n into a hero. Now, with a proper suit—a vibrant blend of red, blue, and gold—she was known to the world as Supergirl. She’d fought rogue metas, intercepted disasters, and even helped the Avengers once or twice. But today was different. Today was Hydra.

The helicarriers loomed above Washington D.C., ready to rain destruction upon countless innocent lives. And Y/n wasn’t about to let that happen.

While Captain America and his team fought on the ground, Y/n focused on the sky. Grabbing the first helicarrier by the underbelly, she carefully directed it toward the river. It took every ounce of control she had—raw strength tempered with precision—to land it safely without damaging the city below.

Y/n was guiding the third helicarrier down when she spotted them—Maria and Natasha—on a rooftop, both watching her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. Once again, their eyes met, and something flickered between them. Recognition. Curiosity. Maybe even relief. But just like before, there wasn’t time for words.

With the mission complete, and the helicarriers grounded without casualties, Y/n gave them a small nod before shooting into the sky, disappearing once more.

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The fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. left a power vacuum in the world—and Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff at a crossroads. They could’ve gone underground and vanished into the shadows like so many other agents. But instead, they tracked Y/n down.

When they showed up in Y/n’s city, it wasn’t with orders or missions—it was with the quiet promise of partnership. “We figured if you’re staying, we might as well help,” Maria had said with that calm, unflappable tone Y/n was beginning to associate with her.

Y/n wasn’t used to having partners—not in the long term, at least. But Maria and Natasha were patient. They followed her lead, slipping seamlessly into her routines as they patrolled the streets and dealt with smaller threats—smugglers, burglars, and the occasional rogue metahuman.

And somewhere between the fights and quiet nights, the three of them started to fit in.

It happened gradually, almost imperceptibly at first. The three of them began to sync—their movements on patrol flowing as if they’d trained together for years. Natasha’s dry humor kept the night light, and Maria’s steady presence grounded Y/n in ways she hadn’t realized she needed.

It was the little things that stuck with Y/n. The way Natasha’s hand would brush hers as they walked down dark streets. The way Maria’s shoulder would linger against hers when they stood side by side on rooftops.

And then, one night, things shifted.

They’d just taken down a group of smugglers, the adrenaline still thrumming in Y/n’s veins as she sat on the edge of a rooftop. Natasha leaned casually against her side, the warmth of her body seeping into her. Maria sat on Y/n’s other side, her hand resting on her thigh in a way that felt more like reassurance than necessity.

“You know,” Natasha murmured, her voice soft but amused, “you’re not half bad at this hero thing.”

Y/n huffed out a laugh. “Coming from you, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Maria’s hand gave a gentle squeeze, her dark eyes warm with something Y/n couldn’t quite name. “It’s good to have someone to rely on.”

The unspoken truth settled between the three of you—none of you had to do this alone anymore.

The moment Y/n realized she was in too deep came on an unassuming night. Y/n was curled up on the couch with Maria and Natasha—Natasha sprawled lazily across her lap, Maria’s hand entwined with hers. The movie on the TV was little more than background noise, but none of them seemed to care.

It was peaceful. Warm. And for the first time in years, they felt… safe.

“I was wondering,” Natasha said lazily, tilting her head to look up at Y/n, “are you going to disappear on us again?”

Y/n smiled, brushing a stray curl from her forehead. “No. I think I’m done running.”

Maria’s thumb traced idle circles over Y/n’s knuckles, a rare smile playing at the edges of her lips. “Good.”

Natasha smirked, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Guess you’re stuck with us now.”

And in that quiet, intimate moment, with Maria and Natasha pressed close, Y/n knew without a doubt that she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Life as a hero wasn’t easy, and neither was love. But with Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff by Y/n’s side, the impossible didn’t seem so daunting. Together, they fought crime, shared laughter, and found solace in each other’s arms.

And for the first time since the invasion of 2012, Y/n felt like she belonged.

She wasn’t just a hero. She wasn’t just Supergirl. She was theirs—and they were hers.

The adjustment to life with Maria and Natasha was seamless in some ways, and challenging in others. Y/n never had anyone to fall back on before, but now they were there—like a constant rhythm you could lean on. They fought crime together, shared meals, and unwound on late nights with lazy conversations and fleeting touches that lingered longer than necessary.

But letting people in was unfamiliar. Trusting them—trusting them—felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, hoping they’d catch her before she fell.

One evening after patrol, the three of them sat in Y/n’s tiny apartment, rain drumming against the windows. Natasha had commandeered the kitchen, assembling snacks with surprising skill, while Maria was at the table, cleaning her sidearm with meticulous precision.

Y/n hovered near the window, arms folded, eyes unfocused on the darkened street below. Something about the quiet felt heavier tonight—like the weight of the secrets she hadn’t yet shared.

Maria noticed first. She always did.

“You okay?” she asked softly, not looking up from her work.

Natasha glanced over her shoulder from the kitchen, her brow raising in subtle concern.

Y/n sighed, shifting her weight. “I’m just… not used to this.”

“To what?” Natasha asked, wiping her hands on a towel and moving to lean casually against the counter.

“This,” Y/n repeated, gesturing vaguely between the three of them. “Having people. Letting them close. It’s new.”

Maria set her gun down carefully, her gaze steady but not pressing. “We get that.”

Natasha crossed the room and stopped in front of Y/n, tilting her head slightly as if reading between the lines of everything Y/n hadn’t said. “We’re not going anywhere.”

The simplicity of the statement made Y/n’s chest ache. It was a promise, one that felt solid in a way few things ever had. Y/n gave them a small, hesitant smile. “Okay.”

And somehow, that one word carried more weight than any vow.

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Things shifted again during a mission a few weeks later—a coordinated takedown of an arms dealer operating out of the docks. The night was cold, the air sharp with the scent of salt and metal. Y/n and Natasha swept through the shadows while Maria directed from a nearby rooftop, her voice calm and clear over the comms.

The mission was routine—until it wasn’t. A group of mercenaries appeared, ambushing you from the side. Y/n moved faster than thought, intercepting a bullet aimed at Natasha’s back, the force of it barely registering against her skin.

Natasha turned just in time to see Y/n drop the gunman with a single, decisive punch. Her green eyes narrowed, sharp with something Y/n couldn’t quite place—something intense, almost dangerous.

“Thanks,” she muttered, but there was a flicker of frustration behind her gratitude.

Later, after the fight was over and the three of them were back at the apartment, Natasha cornered Y/n in the hallway. Her jaw was tight, her eyes stormy. “You didn’t need to take that risk.”

Y/n crossed your arms, meeting her gaze head-on. “I can handle a bullet, Natasha.”

“That’s not the point.”

Maria appeared in the doorway, her expression unreadable. “Nat…” she warned gently, but Natasha shook her head, unwilling to let it go.

“You scared me,” Natasha admitted, her voice quieter now, but no less fierce. “You can’t just throw yourself in harm’s way like that. Not for me.”

Y/n blinked, startled by the raw honesty in her words. “I’d do it again,” she said softly, and the truth of it settled heavily between you.

Maria’s gaze softened, and Natasha sighed, running a hand through her hair. “You’re impossible,” she muttered, but the fight had drained from her.

Y/n gave a small, crooked smile. “I learned from the bests.”

Natasha huffed out a reluctant laugh, and Maria stepped closer, threading her fingers through Y/n’s with quiet reassurance. At that moment, the tension dissolved, leaving only the steady beat of their shared connection.

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It happened on a quiet night, with no missions, no emergencies—just the three of them curled up on the couch. Y/n wore one of Maria’s sweatshirts, soft and oversized, and Natasha’s head rested in her lap, her hands idly playing with the hem of Y/n’s shirt.

Maria sat beside Y/n, legs tucked beneath her, reading a book she’d picked up from a local shop. The room was warm, lit only by the soft glow of a lamp, and for once, the world outside felt distant.

It was Natasha who broke the silence, her voice soft and teasing. “So… are we ever going to talk about this?”

Y/n blinked down at her, pretending not to understand. “Talk about what?”

Natasha rolled her eyes, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “This. Us. The fact that we’ve been dancing around it for weeks.”

Maria set her book down, glancing between Y/n and Natasha with a raised brow. “She’s not wrong.”

Heat crept into Y/n’s cheeks, but she didn’t pull away. “I thought we were doing okay without labels.”

“We are,” Maria said, her voice steady. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t want more.”

Y/n’s heart stuttered at the quiet honesty in her words. Natasha sat up, shifting so she was closer to her, her hand sliding along Y/n’s jaw in a way that sent sparks down her spine.

“We’re all in if you are,” she murmured, her green eyes searching Y/n’s. “No running. No hiding.”

For a moment, all Y/n could do was stare at them—two women who had slipped into her life with unexpected ease, who had seen her at her strongest and her most vulnerable, and stayed.

Then, with a breathless laugh, Y/n leaned in, pressing her lips to Natasha’s first—a kiss that was soft warm, and long overdue. She hummed in approval, her hands tangling in Y/n’s hair.

When Y/n pulled back, Maria was waiting, her gaze steady and unwavering. Y/n kissed her next, slow and deliberately, savoring the way Maria melted into her with a quiet sigh.

When Y/n finally pulled away, the three of them sat there in the warm, comfortable silence, tangled together in a way that felt permanent.

And for the first time in a long time, Y/n didn’t feel like she was flying alone.

The road ahead wouldn’t be easy. There would be more missions, more battles, and more moments of doubt. But Y/n knew now that whatever came next, she wouldn’t have to face it alone.

With Maria and Natasha by her side, the future felt less like a looming storm and more like a promise—a constellation of moments, each one brighter because Y/n had them with her.

And in that, Y/n found something she never expected: peace.

———————

It started with a text from Tony Stark. Y/n wasn’t entirely sure how he got her number (probably Natasha), but the message was clear:

Tony: You. Nat. Hill. Dinner at the Tower. No excuses. Bring a side dish.

Maria raised an eyebrow when Y/n showed her the message, and Natasha only smirked knowingly. “He’s persistent. It’s easier just to show up.”

And that’s how Y/n found herself standing at the entrance of the Avengers Tower with Maria on one side, Natasha on the other, and a homemade pie in her hands. Why a pie? Honestly, Y/n had no idea. Baking seemed safer than experimenting with a casserole that could get critiqued by Stark.

Natasha led the way inside, and it didn’t take long for Tony to appear, arms wide, wearing a smug grin. “Ah, the power couple. And our very own Girl of Steel. Welcome!”

“Technically, we’re a trio,” Maria said coolly, brushing past him without missing a beat.

Tony blinked, clearly caught off guard for half a second before a grin stretched across his face. “Well now. This just got more interesting.”

Natasha shot him a warning glance. “Don’t start.”

The common area was bustling. Steve Rogers stood by the counter, chatting with Sam Wilson and Bruce Banner, while Thor sampled everything on the snack table with enthusiasm. Clint Barton waved at Natasha from the couch, where he was lounging with an entire bowl of popcorn in his lap.

And then there was Y/n, standing slightly awkwardly with her pie as the most powerful people on Earth sized her up like a curious science experiment.

Thor was the first to approach, his booming laugh filling the room. “Ah, Supergirl! The woman of legend! I saw you lift a helicarrier—impressive indeed.” He clapped a heavy hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

Y/n gave him a small, awkward smile. “Thanks. It was… kind of easy.”

Sam chuckled from the counter. “You’re telling me she casually landed helicarriers and brought dessert? I like her already.”

Natasha rolled her eyes affectionately as she slipped an arm around Y/n’s waist. “Play nice, Wilson.”

“Relax, Romanoff,” Sam teased. “We’re just trying to figure out how you managed to land someone so far out of your league.”

Y/n snorted despite herself, and Maria gave Sam an approving nod. “I like him,” she said quietly to Natasha, who only smirked.

Steve stepped forward next, extending a hand to Y/n. “It’s good to finally meet you. We’ve heard a lot about you.”

“From who?” Y/n asked, raising a curious brow.

Steve glanced toward Natasha with a knowing smile. “A little birdie.”

Natasha gave him a deadpan look. “You’re pushing it, Rogers.”

———————-

Dinner was as chaotic as Y/n expected. Tony and Sam took turns trying to outdo each other with snarky quips. Thor declared the mashed potatoes “worthy of Asgard” and challenged Y/n to an arm-wrestling contest that Maria promptly vetoed. Clint told a half-true story about Natasha’s time in Budapest, which she denied with an exaggerated groan.

Y/n found yourself relaxing into the banter, marveling at how easy it was to fall into step with this ragtag family. They had fought gods and monsters and saved the world more times than anyone could count, but here they were—bickering over side dishes and arguing about whose turn it was to do the dishes.

At one point, Tony raised a glass. “To our newest hero! Supergirl, savior of helicarriers, protector of pie.”

Everyone raised their drinks, and Y/n gave an embarrassed laugh. “I didn’t save that much pie,” she joked, nodding toward Thor, who was well into his third slice.

“It’s delicious!” Thor declared around a mouthful, giving Y/n an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

Maria leaned in close, her shoulder brushing Y/n’s. “See? You’re fitting right in.”

After dinner, things took a slightly more mischievous turn. Tony leaned back in his chair, swirling the last of his drink. “So… the three of you, huh?”

Natasha didn’t even blink. “Yes.”

“And we should probably not ask questions, right?” Sam chimed in, grinning.

Maria gave them both a look that could’ve frozen lava. “Smart men.”

Clint, however, was far less cautious. “Wait, so you’re telling me you, Nat, and Hill are—”

“Yes,” Natasha cut him off with a smirk, clearly enjoying the way Clint sputtered.

“Nice,” Clint muttered under his breath, looking mildly impressed.

Steve cleared his throat, his expression somewhere between amused and exasperated. “Let’s focus on what really matters—what’s the plan for the next big mission?”

Y/n shrugged, glancing between Maria and Natasha. “Honestly? I think we’ll keep doing what we’re doing. Small stuff, local work. Not everything has to be an alien invasion or an apocalyptic threat.”

Natasha nodded. “Sometimes the small things make the biggest difference.”

Maria gave a rare smile. “Besides, we’re exactly where we need to be.”

———————

As the night wound down, Y/n found herself on the Tower’s balcony with Natasha and Maria, gazing out at the glittering city below. The cool night breeze ruffled Y/n’s hair, and Natasha leaned against the railing, her hand brushing hers.

“Not bad, huh?” she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Y/n laughed lightly. “They’re not as scary as I thought they’d be.”

Maria chuckled. “Give them time.”

Natasha squeezed Y/n’s hand gently. “You held your own. They like you.”

Y/n glanced between them, feeling the quiet warmth settle in her chest. “And you two? Do you like me?”

Maria smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of Y/n’s mouth. “We’ll let you know.”

Natasha laughed softly, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s waist. “You’re stuck with us now, Supergirl.”

And for the first time, surrounded by friends and the two women who had become Y/n’s whole world, she knew there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

Bonus Chapter:

The Avengers had a reputation for intense training sessions, and somehow Y/n’d been roped into one. It started with Clint taunting Natasha, which led to Maria getting involved, and now here they were—standing in the Avengers’ training facility with Thor, Steve, and Sam watching like kids in a candy store.

Natasha cracked her knuckles with a mischievous glint in her eye, and Maria stood beside her, arms folded, looking way too smug for Y/n’s liking.

“We’ve seen you take on alien armies,” Maria said with an edge of challenge. “But let’s see how you do with a little hand-to-hand combat.”

Y/n raised a brow, giving her a playful smirk. “You really think you two can take me down?”

“Oh, we don’t think,” Natasha said, rolling her shoulders. “We know.”

Natasha took point first, bouncing lightly on the balls of her feet. Even though you had Kryptonian abilities, Y/n knew better than to underestimate the Widow. She was lethal, and Y/n wasn’t about to get too cocky.

She moved fast—faster than most humans—but Y/n saw it coming. A jab to her ribs, a leg sweep, and a feint toward her face. Y/n dodged with minimal effort, twisting her body just enough to avoid each blow without having to go on the offensive.

“Not bad,” Natasha murmured as she circled her.

“Same to you,” Y/n replied with a grin. “You always this slow?”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed, and the playful tension ratcheted up a notch. This time, she darted in close, attempting to trap Y/n’s wrist in an armlock. But Y/n was faster. Y/n caught her mid-movement, spun her gently but decisively, and pinned her against the padded wall.

Natasha’s breath came out in a soft huff, her lips inches from Y/n’s. “Show-off,” she muttered, though the ghost of a smile tugged at her mouth.

“Next?” Y/n asked, glancing toward Maria.

Maria stepped onto the mat, cool and collected as always. She gave Natasha a quick once-over as if mentally critiquing her performance, before turning her attention to Y/n.

“Don’t get cocky,” she said smoothly. “I know your moves now.”

Y/n smirked. “I know yours too.”

The two of them circled each other, tension thick in the air. Maria was more calculated than Natasha, each movement deliberate and precise. She didn’t waste energy on feints or flashy attacks—every punch and kick was perfectly timed.

But Y/n was Kryptonian. And though she tried to hold back, her reflexes were still leagues beyond human.

Maria lunged, aiming to catch Y/n’s off-balance, but Y/n shifted, spinning out of her reach and gently tapping her shoulder as she passed. “Missed me.”

Maria’s eyes narrowed dangerously, but before she could make another move, Thor’s booming laugh echoed from the sidelines.

“She fights like a Valkyrie!” Thor declared. “But with far more charm.”

Maria shot him a look that could’ve leveled a city block. “Stay out of this, Asgard.”

What happened next was entirely Clint’s fault. He leaned over to Steve, not bothering to lower his voice. “Ten bucks says Maria sweeps her legs in the next thirty seconds.”

“Deal,” Steve replied, shaking his hand with a grin.

Maria, overhearing this, muttered under her breath, “Idiots,” and lunged at Y/n again.

Y/n ducked—just barely—but in the process, Natasha decided to jump back in, catching her from the side. The three of them tumbled to the mat in a graceless heap. Natasha pinned Y/n’s legs, and Maria wrestled her arms into an awkward hold, but not before Y/n managed to twist and knock Natasha flat on her back.

“Really?” Natasha groaned from beneath Y/n, shooting Maria an exasperated glance.

“I thought you had her,” Maria replied dryly, still trying to maintain her grip on Y/n’s wrist.

From the sidelines, Tony’s voice echoed across the room. “This is the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. Someone better be recording this.”

Sam leaned over and whispered to Clint, “I’m not even sure who’s winning anymore.”

Thor beamed. “Everyone is winning! This is glorious!”

After a few more moments of struggling, Y/n finally collapsed onto the mat in a fit of laughter, dragging both Maria and Natasha with her. They groaned dramatically, limbs tangled with her, but there was no real frustration—just the warmth of shared amusement.

“I think I win,” Y/n said breathlessly, grinning up at the ceiling.

Natasha propped herself up on one elbow, shaking her head with a playful smile. “You’re insufferable.”

Maria smirked, brushing a loose strand of hair from Y/n’s face. “We’ll call it a draw.”

Y/n chuckled, her heart light with affection for both of them. “Fine. But only because I like you two.”

Natasha leaned in closer, her breath warm against Y/n’s ear. “Careful, Supergirl. We might make this a regular thing.”

———————

Eventually, the three of them untangled themselves and got to their feet, still laughing. Maria dusted off her pants, and Natasha stretched, rolling her neck.

As they made their way off the mat, Clint clapped his hands together. “Well, that was amazing. I’d pay good money to watch that again.”

Steve chuckled. “Careful what you wish for, Barton.”

Tony sauntered over, a mischievous grin plastered on his face. “So, when do we get a rematch? I think I could take you.”

Y/n arched a brow, crossing her arms. “You? Against me?”

“Hey, I’ve got armor. It evens the odds.”

Natasha smirked. “No, it doesn’t.”

Maria shot Tony a dry look. “Please don’t embarrass yourself, Stark.”

Tony feigned offense, but the twinkle in his eye gave him away. “Fine. But next time, I want popcorn. And someone better get it on camera.”

Later that night, the three of them sat on the Tower’s balcony, sharing a bottle of wine that Natasha had pilfered from Tony’s stash. The city sparkled beneath them, and the cool night air wrapped around them like a comforting blanket.

Maria leaned against Y/n, her head resting on her shoulder, while Natasha sprawled lazily beside Y/n, her hand tracing idle patterns on her thigh.

“You’re getting good at this,” Natasha murmured, her voice soft and content.

“At what?” Y/n asked, smiling.

“This.” Maria gestured lazily to the world around them. “Letting us in.”

Y/n chuckled, pressing a kiss to her temple. “It’s not so bad.”

Natasha hummed in agreement, her eyes half-closed. “Told you. You’re stuck with us now.”

And as the three of them sat together, watching the stars flicker above the skyline, Y/n knew she was right. She’d found her place—her people—and there was nowhere else she’d rather be.

[mxdimitrescu]

Love Found in Cafe

Synopsis: Krashlyn meets a charming stranger and falls for her charms.

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Ashlyn Harris x August Kane x Ali Kreiger

(Masterlist)

As Ali stood outside their hotel room, tapping her foot impatiently, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration. She had been ready for ages, while Ash seemed to be taking an eternity to perfect her hair. "Ash, come on!" she called out, her tone a mixture of impatience and amusement.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Ash emerged from the room, still fussing over her hair. "You can't rush this hair, babe," she explained with a grin, completely unfazed by Ali's exasperation.

Rolling her eyes, Ali reached out and grabbed Ash's hand, urging her to hurry downstairs to the conference room. As they made their way through the hotel corridors, Ali couldn't help but tease Ash about her meticulous grooming routine, earning herself a playful swat on the arm in response.

Upon entering the conference room, they were greeted with a mix of cheers and teasing remarks from their teammates. Some chuckled knowingly, while others offered playful jibes about Ash's apparent tardiness.

"Looks like someone had a late start this morning!"

"Trouble in paradise, ladies?"

Ali shot a playful glare at the teasing voices, but couldn't help but chuckle along with them. She then turned to Ash and, with mock seriousness, declared, "You know, Ash, I think you might have set a new record for the longest time spent on hair maintenance this morning."

Ash laughed and playfully nudged Ali in response. "Hey, you know I have to look my best for our big day," she replied with a wink, earning herself an eye roll from Ali and a round of laughter from their teammates.

Ash huffed in mock annoyance as she flopped down into one of the empty chairs, earning a laugh from Ali as she settled in beside her. Jill, the team leader, approached the front of the room and cleared her throat, immediately drawing everyone's attention.

"Now that everybody's here," Jill began, her gaze lingering pointedly on Ash, "Today is your free day. We'll start training for the finals tomorrow. So, go out, explore, have fun, but be back here before 7pm for dinner and one last meeting."

With that, the team dispersed into smaller groups and headed out of the hotel. Ali, Ash, Christen, Tobin, Kelley, and Alex found themselves together, wandering the streets of Paris, France. They visited various shops and iconic landmarks, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city.

As they strolled along, something caught Ali's eye, and she tugged on Ash's hand, leading her away from the group. Curious, Ash followed, trusting Ali's instincts.

They soon found themselves outside a charming little café, the inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods wafting through the air. Ash's stomach rumbled in response, and they eagerly joined the queue at the register, greeted warmly by the café staff.

"Bonjour, que puis-je faire pour vous aujourd'hui?" The café worker greeted them in French, her warm smile faltering slightly when she noticed the puzzled expressions on Ash and Ali's faces. Translation: Hello, what can I get for you today?")

Ash turned to Ali with wide eyes, silently mouthing, 'I don't know French.'

Ali's brows furrowed with concern. "Oh, um, we don't speak French. Perhaps English?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

"Je suis désolé, je ne parle pas anglais. Laissez-moi trouver quelqu'un qui le parle," the woman apologized, scanning the room for assistance. (Translation: "I'm sorry, I don't speak English. Let me find someone who does.")

Before Ali could respond, a smooth, slightly deep, raspy voice cut in, interrupting the frantic search. "No worries, I speak French," it declared confidently.

Ali and Ash turned to see a tall figure stepping forward, his voice exuding calm assurance. He gave them a reassuring smile, indicating that he would assist them.

Both Ali and Ash turned to see their savior, greeted by a very tall, tanned girl standing at about 6'2. She had shoulder-length curly hair that cascaded in wild waves and stormy gray eyes that seemed to hold a hint of mischief.

"What do you guys want?" she asked, her voice confident and friendly, her demeanor exuding a casual charm that put them at ease.

"Uhh um, two espressos, two macaroons, and one of those mocha cake slices," Ali mumbled out, feeling a bit flustered by the sudden assistance.

The stranger smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling at the corners, and turned to the café worker, effortlessly switching back to French. "Ils auront deux expressos, deux macarons, et une de ces parts de gâteau au moka. Je vais prendre un café glacé au caramel avec des crêpes fourrées au chocolat. Je vais les payer," she ordered, her tone polite but firm, her command of the language impeccable. (Translation: "They will have two espressos, two macaroons, and one of those mocha cake slices. I'll get an iced caramel coffee with chocolate-filled crepes. I'll pay for them.")

She handed her card over to the worker, who took it and swiftly swiped it through the machine before handing it back with a nod of approval. As Ash reached into her purse to retrieve the money, the stranger interjected, "No worries, I got you."

"Are you sure? It seems like quite a lot," Ali asked, her concern evident in her tone.

"I'm sure," the stranger replied with a reassuring smile, her eyes twinkling with sincerity.

"Well, then you should sit with us if you're going to pay for us," Ash offered, a warm smile spreading across her face.

"I will gladly take up the offer of eating with two gorgeous women such as yourselves," the stranger replied with a wink, causing a slight red tint to appear on both Ali and Ash's cheeks.

The three of them made their way to find an empty table and settled down, exchanging introductions as they waited for their order to arrive. "I just realized that I never introduced myself. I'm Ali, and this is my girlfriend, Ashlyn," Ali said, extending her hand in greeting.

"No worries, I'm August," she responded with a warm smile. "So, based on your accent, you're American. What brought you here?"

"The women's tournament actually," Ali replied.

"Oh, that's right, the women's soccer World Cup. You two soccer players?" August asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Yep, Ali's a defender, and I'm the goalkeeper," Ash chimed in just as the café worker arrived with their food and drinks.

"Merci beaucoup," August said with a grateful smile as the lady walked away, leaving the three of them to enjoy their meal.

"Mmh, this is so good," Ash hummed happily after taking a sip of her coffee, earning chuckles from Ali and August.

"What about you? I can hear a slight American accent," Ash asked, intrigued.

"Ah yes, I'm from Florida actually, but I moved here when I turned 18 to attend a cooking school. I haven't been back since then," August explained.

"Oh, may I ask why you haven't come back?" Ali inquired gently.

"Sure...my parents died when I was 20 years old, and I don't have any other family, so there was nothing to come back to. I just decided to stay," August shrugged, a hint of sadness flickering in her eyes before she quickly composed herself.

"Oh, I'm sorry for your loss," Ali said, her smile tinged with sadness.

"It's fine. I've grown to love this place anyway," August replied, her smile genuine despite the somber topic.

Their conversation was interrupted by the ringing of a phone, which turned out to be Ash's. She took the call and listened intently before hanging up with a sigh.

"Hey...it's 6:30 already? Yeah, we'll be there. Okay, bye," Ash informed Ali, turning to her with a sense of urgency. "We gotta go. Dinner is at 7 and then a meeting after that."

August's expression flickered with disappointment, but she quickly masked it as they glanced back at her. Despite the reluctance to end their conversation, they all stood up, disposed of their trash, and made their way out of the café. They stood in silence for a moment as the breeze gently brushed against them.

"So, umm, I guess this is goodbye. Good luck at the World Cup," August said softly as she turned to walk back to her home.

Ash and Ali felt a pang of regret as they watched August leave. They had shared a connection with her, a brief but meaningful moment that left an impression on them both. As August disappeared from view, they exchanged a glance, silently acknowledging the mutual feeling of reluctance to let her go.

But just as they were about to part ways, Ash's expression suddenly changed, a realization dawning on her.

"WAIT!"

August turned around to see Ash and Ali running toward her, their expressions filled with urgency.

"We have finals in two days. Come see us? We'll provide tickets," Ash asked hopefully, her voice tinged with desperation.

August bit her lip, considering their offer, before smiling at them. "Sure...gimme your phone."

Ash handed her phone to August, who quickly typed in her contact information before handing it back.

"You have my phone number. Text me about the tickets," August said as she turned and walked away, waving her hand back at them. "See ya gorgeous ladies later!"

Ali and Ash watched August as she disappeared around a corner, their hearts pounding with anticipation. Just as they were about to discuss their encounter, Ash's phone buzzed with a notification. Her face paled as she read the message.

"Ali..."

"Yeah?"

"We're ten minutes late..."

"Shit..." Ali cursed, realizing the gravity of their situation.

•••••

As the day of the game arrived, Krashlyn and August had been texting each other throughout the night and the next day, learning new things about each other. It was safe to say that Ali and Ash were slowly but surely developing feelings for August.

On the other hand, August was a bundle of nerves. She found herself attracted to both women, who were already in a relationship with each other. The late-night conversations only fueled the fire of emotions she felt for Ali and Ash, leaving her in a state of turmoil.

As the women's team entered onto the field for the game, Ali and Ash scanned the stands in hopes of spotting August, but she was nowhere to be found. The other girls on the team noticed their searching gazes and decided to inquire when they returned to the locker room.

Upon their return, Alex couldn't help but ask, "Ali, Ash, who or what were you looking for out there?"

Ash glanced at Ali for confirmation before she spoke up. "We met someone, two days ago when we went out. We ended up at this little café, and there was a communication barrier. Luckily, a stranger named August helped us out, and we invited her to sit with us. It was... amazing. We connected so well with her," Ali explained, her voice tinged with longing.

"When you guys called us that day, we didn't want to leave her so soon, so we invited her to the game," Ash added.

"So, you were looking for August, but I'm guessing she's not here?" Kelley asked, and Krashlyn nodded in confirmation.

"GAME TIME!" Jill's voice boomed into the locker room, putting the conversation on hold as the women geared up and headed outside to start the game.

In the first 20 minutes of the game, August finally arrived and took her seat in the stands. She watched in awe as Ash demonstrated pure concentration while managing the defense lineup, and she cheered enthusiastically when Ash made a crucial save. Meanwhile, Ali proved to be a formidable force in defending the ball from the goal box. Overall, August gained a newfound respect for the players and developed a newfound love for soccer.

The shrill sound of the whistle pierced through the air, signaling the end of the first half of the game. Players streamed off the field, seeking respite and hydration on the sidelines. Amidst the flurry of activity, Ali's gaze once again wandered to the stands, where she immediately caught August's eyes. A wide smile adorned August's face as she proudly sported Krieger's jersey, cheering fervently for Ali and Ash.

Ali's heart swelled with warmth as she called out to Ash, who initially looked at her in confusion until Ali motioned towards the stands. Ash followed Ali's gaze and spotted August, a surge of happiness coursing through her as their eyes met.

The second half commenced with the resounding blow of the whistle, and Ali and Ash shifted their focus back to the game, determined to give it their all and put on a show for August. For the next 45 minutes, they poured their hearts into every play, fueled by the desire to make their newfound friend proud.

As the final whistle blew, signaling the end of the game with a resounding 3-0 victory in favor of the USA, Ali and Ash's jubilation knew no bounds. They rushed towards each other, enveloping one another in a tight embrace before pulling back to share a celebratory kiss.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team made their way to the stands to reunite with their families, leaving Ali and Ash to make their way towards August, who was waiting at the barrier.

"Congrats, champs!" August exclaimed as they reached her, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "That was an amazing game—"

Before August could finish her sentence, Ali seized the moment, pulling her in by the jersey and pressing her lips against hers in a sudden, passionate kiss. The world seemed to stand still for a moment as they shared the intimate embrace.

Seconds later, Ash joined in, pulling August into another kiss, their connection electric and undeniable. As they finally pulled away, August was left speechless, her cheeks flushed with a deep blush as she processed the whirlwind of emotions that had just washed over her. And as they stood there, enveloped in the afterglow of victory and newfound affection, the surrounding spectators bore witness to the unexpected but undeniable chemistry between the three of them.

"I-I..." August stuttered, her mind reeling with a whirlwind of emotions.

Ali's voice broke through the tension, her tone filled with vulnerability. "Here's the thing," she began, her nerves palpable. "We like you. Like, a lot. And we want to date you... if that's something you're up for?"

August felt a rush of warmth flood her chest as she looked into the earnest eyes of Ali and Ash. Their sincerity was undeniable, and for a moment, all of August's doubts melted away. She found herself nodding slowly, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

But words seemed to escape her, and before she could respond, Ali leaned in and pressed her lips against August's, a gentle yet passionate kiss that spoke volumes. Ash followed suit, her touch equally tender as she captured August's lips in a tender embrace.

As they pulled away, August felt a surge of warmth and acceptance wash over her. "I like you two, and I'm all for it, gorgeous," she finally murmured, her voice filled with sincerity and affection.

The three women grinned at each other, a newfound sense of connection blossoming between them.

Their tender moment was interrupted by Kelley's booming voice echoing across the field. "ASH! ALI! We need to take pictures!"

Reluctantly, Ali and Ash broke away from August, their fingers lingering as they exchanged one last smile.

"We gotta go, talk to you later?" Ash asked, her eyes shimmering with excitement as they began to descend from the barrier.

"Of course. Have fun, and I'll call you later, loves," August replied, waving at them with a smile.

As she watched them walk away, August couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude wash over her. She knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful, and she couldn't wait to see where this newfound connection would take them.

[eclectickss]

PGATW Part 10

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x OC (fem!reader)

Series Summary: The Avengers take a vacation to a private island rental off the Atlantic coast! You now have an opportunity to spend time with your new family, especially Wanda and Natasha. Chapter Summary: You go all the way... Warnings: no plot, smut (bottom!reader, switch!Wanda, top!Nat, praise, degradation, use of wanda's magic, a lil mommy kink, choking, oral, fingering, wanda magics/enchants a strap-on (r receives)), a wee fluff Note: this is the last foreseeable PGATW update! I had a few more ideas though so we will see. Thanks for reading! Word Count: 3.5k

Check out my series masterlist for links to the rest of the parts & general warnings. Check out my main masterlist for more works! Tag List: @suki-is-a-queen @yeetus-thyself @xenaizogie

The three of you walked back to the beach house and rinsed your feet off, not a single word being exchanged between anyone. The silence was maddening as the three of you walked up the stairs to the entrance, ignoring the looks from the avengers inside.

You could feel Wanda and Natasha's eyes following your ass as you lead the way up the stairs, putting a little more sway into your hips, careless as to whether the other two women noticed or not. 

Faster, detka.

Wanda pushed words into your head, but you kept your pace, finally making it to their room. You didn't know how long you could keep control of yourself though as your heart was racing when your eyes finally made contact with the bed. Your feet somehow manage to carry your body to the foot of the mattress, turning around to sit on the end. When you look up though, you find that Natasha is already climbing on top of you, maneuvering you to the center of the mattress. 

Her eyes dragged up every inch of your body, promptly followed by her hand tracing every dent, line and curve. By the time her eyes had finally connected with yours, you already felt like you were melting. 

"We can't wait to ravish you, darling." Wanda climbed onto the bed, sitting above your head and playing with your hair. You watched impatiently as Natasha looked up at Wanda.

"More than you know, Talia," the Black Widow added, smirking at her parter and dragging the witch in for a deep kiss. You almost moaned as you watched their lips work together, slow tongues and small noises escaping Wanda. A soft whine left your mouth and the women finally looked down at you, both smirking.

"Aww, look Wanda, our babygirl is needy." Natasha mocked, grabbing your chin and stroking it with her thumb. 

"Oh, what do you need, honey?" Wanda leaned over your head to connect with your lips upside down, you finding the new position fascinating. 

"I need you two. Fucking me. Now." You groaned. "Please."

"What a good girl." Natasha whispered as she moved back to sit you up. Wanda slid her thighs under your back, swiftly pulling off your shirt before resting your weight on her legs. Nat's hands ran up and down your sides as Wanda's explored your front. Every touch was driving you wild.

"Baby why do you have a swim suit on?" Wanda laughed into your ear. 

"Oh-" You nearly choked on a moan. "The outfit instructions titled 'beach clothes' is the least informative piece of information you can give a woman, you know?" 

The two avengers giggled as you struggled to steady your breath. 

"Well you look absolutely divine," Natasha added, leaning in to kiss the top of your breasts. 

"Black suits you so well, Detka." Wanda grabbed your throat gently, squeezing on the sides and drawing sinful sounds out of you. As Natasha explored your exposed chest, you arched into her contact, allowing yourself to loose control. 

"No, Talia." Natasha pushed you down, returning your back to the support of Wanda's thighs. She looked at the witch. "Darling, remind me what that word was that our sweet little slut used in that dream of hers?" The Black Widow grinned down at you. "Oh... I remember."

Wanda tilted her head, watching her partner in amusement.

Natasha leaned into your ear as she snaked a cold hand up your front. "Your mommies are in charge now, baby. Try to relax and be a good girl for us." Her teeth found your ear lobe drawing soft whimpers out of you. You felt her smirk against your skin, returning her attention to your chest as she slid one of your swim suit straps down your shoulder.

Wanda's hands worked the other strap down and Natasha watched as the witch shoved both of her palms down your suit and onto your breasts. 

"Detka, you feel so good." Wanda leaned over, speaking next to your ear. You moaned as she rolled your nipples between her soft fingers. The sounds coming out of your mouth were cut short by Natasha finally making contact with your lips. She initially caught you off guard, but you quickly eased into the rhythm, allowing her tongue to enter and explore you. 

You wanted to reach up to pull her kisses further into you, but Wanda quickly pulled her hands out of your top to pin yours to the bed. "Don't get greedy Talia. Your mommies are being nice to you right now."

That statement made you groan into Natasha's mouth, wanting to be obedient, but also wanting to know what the two of them looked like when you were misbehaving. Perhaps later. Wanda managed to slip her fingertips under your back to pull at the tie, taunting you as she slowly undid the knot. 

Natasha helped out by taking the rest of the garment off your body, your bare chest now exposed to the two women. "Oh, honey," Natasha began, staring at your erect nipples. "I'm going to devour you."

Wanda fixed her position under you so that she could access your lips as Natasha latched her own around your delicate nipples, the mouths of both women on you. The witch was softly making out with you, shoving her tongue in-between your teeth, giving way to your small bites and tugs. Natasha swirled her own tongue around one of your nipples as she began to pinch the other. Both women grew addicted to the vibrations coming off of your body as you allowed your quiet moans to consume the room. 

Wanda returned one of her hands around your neck, pulling her into you as she shoved her tongue as deep as possible. The witch forced a light choke out of you, sending shocks down to both of your cores. Natasha carried her kisses to the center of your chest, beginning to pull your thin skin between her teeth, leaving a mess of red marks behind. Your eyes were shut tight in ecstasy as her hickeys trailed down to your lower stomach, the Black Widow's hands running up and down your sides as Wanda's found your breasts. 

When the witch's mouth left yours, you gasped for air. 

"Oh my gods." Your chest heaved. "Fuck i'm- i'm going crazy."

Wanda laughed. "Yeah, detka?" Her fingertips pulled at your nipples. 

"Oh, Wands - please." You whimpered. 

"What is it, pretty girl? Are our generous touches not enough for you?"

Your eyes rolled into the back of the back of your head as Wanda played dumb. You could feel Natasha pop the button on your shorts, still keeping her kisses on your stomach as she listened to the conversation. 

"Fuck- I- you- both of you feel so god damn good." You struggled to form sentences. "But I need something inside of me."

Natasha laughed. "Patience, kotenok. We wanna take our time with you." She ran her hands down your hips. "Wanda, darling, why don't you put those pretty fingers of yours into our slut's little mouth. Keep her busy for a moment."

The witches eyes glazed over as she did what she was told, you welcoming the presence of two slender fingers on your tongue. You roughly sucked, swirling your tongue around her digits while staring into Wanda's piercing green eyes. You could tell Wanda was getting lost as you moaned on her, well aware of how you were effecting her. 

"Is our girl being good for you, honey?" Natasha stared at the sight before her. 

"Oh, so good." Wanda nearly whispered, refusing to break eye contact with you as she pulled her drenched fingers out of your mouth. 

"Perfect. Do you wanna reward her a little?" Natasha asked as she licked your cunt on top of your shorts.

"Fuck." You whispered. 

"Hmm," Wanda began. "Maybe she could touch me a little." The witch grabbed your wrist and placed your fingertips under her shirt. 

"Please."

Wanda laughed as she began to reposition herself. She replaced her thighs that you had been supported on with a pillow, then proceeded to straddle your chest, careful of the weight she was putting on you. You could no longer see Natasha, but you seemed to not mind as you could feel the Black Widow tease at the hem of your shorts and leave hickeys on your thighs. 

Above you, Wanda pulled her top off, exposing the skimpy bralette that was attempting to support her breasts. Before you got the chance to process the sight before you, the witch had also managed to unclasp her bra. You watched as the fabric sagged on her arms, but it wasn't sliding down all the way. 

"Go on, Talia." 

You immediately reached up to drag the bralette down the rest of the way, heart racing at the sight of her bare chest. You ran your hands all over her thighs and up to her chest, relishing your first touches on her hard nipples. The witch moaned as you began to massage her, chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. 

At the same time, you could feel Natasha slowly work your shorts off of your hips, taking the black swim suit bottoms down with them. 

"Oh, baby." Natasha breathed at the sight of your dripping cunt, bending down to blow hot air your pussy, drawing a whine from your throat. "You look divine." She returned to marking up you inner thighs, but you now felt so much more sensitive. Unable to control yourself, a hand flew up to grip Wanda's neck as the other went to pull her waistband, giving a slight base of friction on her pussy. 

"Fucking- shit." Wanda gasped. "Talia." Your name escaped her mouth as more of a moan.

You smirked below the witch, breathing heavily and happily. You allowed your fingers on the top of her shorts to lower to her clothed cunt, slowly rubbing her out. The hand on her neck moved to her shoulder, making it easier for you to move her around. 

"Oh my gods." Wanda whispered, a hand flying to your own neck to support herself. You grinned taking deep, careful breaths, deciding to tug at Wanda's shorts to see what she would do. The witch's sharp green eyes met yours aggressively as you watched a switch flick in her brain. 

Red tendrils swirled around her free hand and she flicked them to the side of the room. You felt the fabric of her shorts leave your chest, the garment flying in the direction of her fingers. You gasped at Wanda's display of power, now able to see the wet spot on her panties.

This caught Natasha's attention as she chuckled into your pussy. "Go on, darling, let her taste you. I want to hear everything."

Wanda's glare didn't leave as she pushed up onto her knees, now hovering her panties over your salivating mouth. With another swift flick, her panties were off, her sweet smell hitting you like a bus. 

"Come on, Talia. I know you're curious." She smirked, running her slender fingers through your hair before leaning forward to support herself and sink towards you. 

Slowly, you reached your tongue out to her center, holding onto her hips. The moment that her warm cunt reached your mouth though, Natasha also made contact with your pussy. Your mouth quickly sent vibrations into Wanda, who in turn filled the room with her own moans. 

Natasha smirked. She had the both of you in control. 

"Fuck," Wanda groaned as your tongue swirled in her hot, wet mess. While forming a pattern was difficult while Natasha also sucked on your clit, you managed to explore Wanda's cunt, controlling her movements with your hands on her hips. "Natasha, baby, she feels so good," Wanda groaned.

"Yes she does," The Black Widow moaned into you, swirling her saliva around in torturous circles. She lavished in the sounds that escaped your throat, matching every dip and lick up to a whimper or groan. Your legs fought against the strength of Natahsa's arms and Wanda's thighs as you writhed under the two women, this moment in time sending you to a plane that feels like heaven. Welcomed knots began to form in your stomach as the two women worked their magic.

"May I - pl- please cum?" You managed to squeak out under Wanda's pussy. Natasha paused, dropping your heart off the side of a building. 

"Hmm... you can cum once our lovely Wanda does... that'll be a good reward." With that, she immediately returned to eating you out, making you gasp into Wanda. Our  Wanda, Natasha had said. 

You had to make Wanda cum before Natasha got to you... you had to show the two women how much of a good girl you could be. You focused all of your attention on Wanda, desperate to accomplish your goal. You quickly found a repetition that seemed to encapsulate the woman above you in pleasure, holding on tight to her hips so that you could keep her build in control.

Natasha could tell that you were closing in on the witch, so she decided to challenge you by picking up the pace of her torturous ministrations. You wouldn't give in though, you couldn't. The sounds coming from Wanda were telling you that you were close, so you pushed through. You forced yourself to only focus on the witch... how her swollen folds felt against your tastebuds and hips struggled under your hands. You zoned in on each swipe of your tongue, ensuring that her clit was run over through the abundant saliva and oozing slick. 

"Im gonna cum." She groaned breathily. You did it. You made no changes to your ministrations, ensuring that her orgasam hit. Wanda took a deep breath as her release sent a rush of physical power through your body and into Natasha's mouth, causing one more vibrating ripple to coarse through your pussy and add your orgasam to Wanda's. 

You were no longer able focus on the precise movements of your mouth as your walls pulsated around Natasha's tongue, the woman below you working off your high while you messily slowed down Wanda's. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," You breathed into Wanda's cunt, trying to steady your body. You and witch took a few more seconds to regulate your racing hearts as Natasha torturously cleaned up your mess. 

Eventually, Wanda collapsed to the side of you, allowing the mattress to catch all of her weight. 

"Thank you," you managed to croak out. "Thank you mommies. That - that felt so good. You made me feel so good." You whined into the comforter, unaware the two women were staring at each-other as you thanked them. 

"Oh, what a good, good girl. Thanking her mommies for her orgasam." Natasha cooed and you turned to stare at her. The Black Widow made sure you were focused on her as she pulled her top off. You eyes the expanses of her stunning skin, having little time to admire her beauty before she also tossed her bra off. Before you knew it, the damp pool had returned to your core. 

Natasha abruptly reached for one of your hands, moving it to lay on one of her breasts. Joyously yet cautiously, you began to massage her, watching the eyelids of the woman before you slowly close and open. 

"Maybe we should reward her, Wanda?"

You flipped your head to find the witch smirking. "I agree, my love." Her green eyes taunted yours. 

"Wonderful," Natasha replied. "Get on your knees, Talia. All fours, honey." 

You obeyed immediately, the commands affecting you in ways you could never imagine. You were still a little worn from your first orgasam, but you assumed that feeling wouldn't last too much longer.

You could hear the sound of Natasha loosing her pants, but you couldn't see from your new position on top of the mattress. Wanda tilted your chin up to her, grinning.

"Something you'll come to understand very quickly is that I am not your average partner, Talia." Her accent sent chills down your spine. "I come with perks... like this one." Wanda let go of your chin but made sure that her hand was still in your line of sight. You watched as magic shot out of her hand in the direction of Natasha, but you couldn't see what it was doing. 

You looked at the witch in confusion, not feeling anything. She simply smirked, moving her focus to Natasha, as if giving her a signal. All of a sudden, a foreign object pressed up against your ass, drawing a loud gasp out of your throat. 

"Now don't be shy, detka. All I've given our Natasha is a little... add-on." Wanda whispered in your ear, entertained as she watched your eyes widen. These women were going to be the death of you. You whined as the witch playfully tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.  Natasha moved closer to you, now fully rubbing up against your entrance from behind, teasing you as she pleases.

"That's not little," You croaked and Natasha laughed, dragging her hands up and down your back. 

"You'll be alright, honey. You can let us know if it's too much, but I don't think you will." She grabbed onto your hips, slowly sliding into you. Soft, sinful sounds escaped your throat, knowing Natasha was right as she filled you up. 

"Fucking hell, kotenok, you're so tight for me." She moaned above you as you gasped.

"You- can feel me?"

"Yes darling," Wanda jumped in, crawling up high on the bed so you could see her and she could watch. "Natasha can feel all of you." Wanda smirked.

"Ohmygods." You mumbled as the Black Widow started to slowly pump in and out of your slick, addicted to the way her nails were starting to rake down your lower back and hips. The sensation consumed you, and to add to the heat of the moment, Wanda had now started touching herself in front of you. 

"You like what you're seeing, detka?" The witch asked.

"What i'm seeing... what i'm-" You could barely think as Natasha picked up the pace. "What I'm feeling. Ohfuck." You whined watching Wanda's delicate fingers. "Feeling so fucked out and pretty for my mommies."

"You're doing so well, darling," Natasha added, steadying your hips as you began to loose control. "Your pussy feels so warm around my cock... letting me fuck you like this, so needy and numb. Do you think you two will be able to cum with me?"

Natasha's words had an evident effect on you and Wanda, causing you both to give hurried nods. "Go- good girls." Words were beginning to have a harder time escaping her mouth, just as your brain kept getting fuzzier. "Ill just- need a-a few... few more m-moments..."

You could feel yourself on the brink of an orgasam, needing to dedicate all power to holding back. You whimpered as Natasha continued to brutally thrust into you.

The redhead gasped. "Fuck- i'm gonna-"

All of a sudden, Natasha had released into you, sending you over the edge. Wanda watched as the two of you collapsed, allowing her to finish herself off too. The three of you ended up in a sweaty sticky mess, piled on top of each other.

You grinned, happily surrounded by your two favorite people on earth. Wanda reached to hug your body and you reached for Natasha, everyone entangled and satisfied. Despite your sticky skin, you never wanted to let go. 

But nothing can last forever. Eventually, Natasha wiggled out of your grasp and stood up on the floor.

"What! No!" You groaned, missing her warmth. 

"Oh hush, Talia." She giggled. "I have to use the bathroom and clean up. I'm not running away." She said, waltzing towards the other end of the room, fully aware you and Wanda were watching her ass. "Besides, you two should probably clean up as well."

You turned to face Wanda.

"She's right, you know..." The witch spoke softly, her eyes shinning with amusement. 

"But i'm so cozy here..." You looked up to her innocently, flickering your glance in between her eyes and lips. The witch rolled her eyes but couldn't resist as she leaned in to softly capture your mouth, admiring your sweet and sincere kisses.

"C'mon, Talia." She pinched your ass, holding her hand out to you as she stood up. You hesitantly grabbed it, but you immediately realized that you never wanted to let go. The witch dragged you to the bathroom, the two of you joining Natasha in bliss... this was something you could get used to.

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Gf!wandanat x reader

Imagine you're taking a shower with both wanda and nat, and then you accidentally drop the soap. Definitely not on purpose. You bend down to pick the soap up, and wanda and nat get a wicked idea to take turn in fucking your holes🥹 and you'd just let them have their fun with you because honestly, you love your girlfriends so much:((

[afro-hispwriter]

The Diamond Queen: Homelander

Homelander/John x reader(platonic), Soldier Boy/Ben x reader(mentioned, romantic), Reader x other female characters

Summary- You have a history with Homelander

Warnings- baby John, mentions of drug use, mentions of soldier boy's "death", herogasam, strap on sex, drug use, snorting of bodies, gxgxg, slight temperature play, more on readers' past

A/n- this is a prequel to Parts 1 and 2

Taglist for this series- @the-house-of-auditore-frye

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Earving got placed in a medically induced coma after you returned from Nicaragua. They were worried he wouldn't pull through but his powers helped keep him alive. But Ben had destroyed him far beyond repair. You sat by his bed every day, crying.

It wasn't until Vogelbaum called for you. It took a bit of convincing but soon you were standing in front of his institute. It wasn't the first time you were there, you would be called occasionally when an out-of-control supe needed to be controlled or calmed down in their words. 

"I'm so glad you were able to come we know you're going through a lot with Noir and Soldier Boy. God Soldier Boy, hard to believe-." Vogelbaum started, 

"Just show me the supe." You cut off Vogelbaum and he frowned. You looked so drained of life, but who wouldn't? 

"Follow me." He led you through the facility and into the pediatric ward. It made you uneasy, controlling a child pained you. 

"A child?" 

"I know how much you hate it, I'm sorry." Another scientist was standing right in front of the door, making faces through the window. When he saw you approach he backed off and they let you look through the small window.

"Oh." A tiny baby, who could barely be a year old sat there all alone smiling and laughing as he held his blue blanket. "He's laughing, seems fine to me." You say not taking your eyes off of the baby. 

"That's why we called you, we think we have something here, but we need him to display his powers." 

"You want me to force a baby to use its power?"

"We'll pay you, double what you usually get." 

Money is money you thought and opened the door. You walked in and the giggling baby looked up at you with a big gummy smile.

"What's his name?" You asked Vogelbaum.

"John." 

"Hey, John." You say and sat down, crossing your legs. John crawled to you with his blanket in his hand, he grabbed your knees and used them to push himself onto your lap. "Oh hey." You grabbed him under his arms and held him tightly. As your hands touched his bare arms you felt a sudden electric shock between the two of you. Your eyes softened and you brushed his hair to the side. "Why do they have you locked up here? Hmm?"

He squealed and grabbed onto the hem of your shirt. His bright blue eyes stared right at you, instantly melting away any stress you had.

-

Since the day you met John, you visited him every day. You created a bond with the child. 

Vogelbaum watched the interactions every day as well. It fascinated him, the connection between you and your former fiancé's child was extraordinary. You didn't seem to know John was Ben's, and he'd like to keep it that way.

"Happy Birthday John, I got you some cake." In a singing voice as you carried a gift and a whole cake into the now 8-year-old's room.

"Thank you Y/n." John came up to you and instantly hugged you tightly. It was a very tight hug, any normal human would have been crushed. Ever since John started to display his powers you were there more. You calmed him down most of the time. As he did burn straight through one of the workers just the previous week. 

"Guess what flavor it is?" You say and set the cake down on the table.

"Vanilla!" 

"You got it!" You handed him the bag with his present and he sat on his head and instantly started ripping it open. 

"Cool! These are limited edition Payback figures!" 

"I know, luckily I know a few people." 

"You're the best." He hugged you again and out of the corner of his eyes a lit-up cake. It floated in front of him and he backed up. 

"Make a wish." John's eyes flicked up to you and back down to the cake. He thought for a moment and you made sure not to let your mind wander. He blew out the candle and you clapped your hands.

"Y/n?" 

"Hmm." 

"Can you watch the first Soldier Boy movie with me?" You knew you should've said no but John was giving you puppy dog eyes.

"Okay, sure."  

The two of you settled on his tiny bed eating cake. The entire movie John pointed stuff out, you tried to listen but every time Ben's face appeared you shut off. It wasn't until John shoved you hard that brought you back.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" 

"Y-Yeah sorry." Your voice broke a bit.

"I was asking if you ever met Soldier Boy. Since you know, Noir. Your brother worked with him." 

"Oh yeah, i-i met him a few times. He was everything the movies and the media made him out to be." 

"That's cool, do you think there will ever be another Soldier Boy?" You looked down at him and swallowed.

"I hope so, the world needs its superhero." 

You knew deep down that was Vought's plan. John has shown exceptional, dangerous power. Something that interested them heavily. 

"I wish I had your abilities, I hate mine. I hurt people." He says and his nose twitches. You set your plate down and wrapped an arm around him.

"I hate mine too, they aren't as fun as everyone thinks they are." John smiled at that.

"Just another thing we have in common."

-

It was the tenth anniversary of Ben's death(or disappearance). The world was celebrating their lost hero, mourning. 

Herogasm was mourning differently. You had never seen so many people fucking in one place. You have gone to herogasm quite a bit with Ben, but it was never this packed. 

Your nose burned as you snorted the white substance off the girl with fire abilities pretty pussy. While the girl with ice powers shoved her ice dick far up inside of you. You were high as a kite and loved it. The difference in temperature and the drug made your orgasm 10 times more intense than usual. 

"Fuck." You moaned out and lifted your head but got your face instantly shoved into the girl in front of you. She rocked herself harshly, moaning loudly as her clit ground against your nose. You opened your mouth as she came harshly, jerking her hips. 

"Thank you." She breathes out and the girl behind you pulled out making you whimper. 

"Want to have some more fun?" She kisses you should and you smile hazily.

"Another day." You say out of breath and flip yourself around. Both women stand up but before leaving they leaned down and pressed a long kiss to your lips before pulling away and turning to each other, pushing their lips together and you watch steam pour out from between them. 

"See you Y/n." You watched them leave to join whatever other group there was. You stood up and started searching for your clothes amongst the heap of them. 

You walked out of the house fully clothed, denying any advances or invitations on your way out. You even stole a bottle of tequila.

Fireworks popped in the distance. All for Soldier Boy.  They all acted like they fucking knew him. They knew Soldier Boy. You knew Ben. 

You sat on the wet ground, drowning the bottle of alcohol. You hadn't touched a bottle in years. Both alcohol and drugs.

When you first received the V and discovered what your abilities were. The voices were so loud. You couldn't control it, you couldn't shut them out or just focus on one mind. You were at a party and on the verge of tears of how sensitive you were when someone offered you a little bag of powder. It was your medicine until you finally learned to control it. Ben helped you control it, and he didn't even understand it. 

Ben was the one thing on your mind. It made you think of what your life could have been like if he were still alive. Would the world finally know who their beloved hero's love is? Would your relationship be accepted? Would you have had your wedding? Kids? Would he have retired? 

So many questions and no answers. But they made you think of John. You've known the boy for almost 10 years. He felt like your son. You watched him grow. You practically raised him. He could be your son. 

-

That's how you ended up in front of the institution. Eyes bloodshot. Could barely keep up. 

You opened the doors and walked right past the front nurse. She called you for saying visiting hours weren't until the next day but she got cut off by her neck snapping. You forced the security doors open and alarms started blaring around the building. 

Workers noticed you and immediately got out of your way. 

"Where's Vogelbaum?" You slurred at one and they shakily looked around, stammering over their words. 

"I'm right here." You whipped around and almost stumbled but caught yourself. "Seems like you're having a night, why don't we talk in my office." He points back behind him. 

"Don't bullshit me." You cocked your head to the aide and you were in his mind. He was nervous, everyone was. But Vogelbaums's mind was screaming something about a collar. "What collar?" 

"Y/n, don't. It's been a day for you, with Ben and his-." 

"I'm taking John with me, he-he deserves a good life."  You say and the scientist sighs.

"We can't let you do that." That made you laugh.

"Did you forget who I am? What I can do?" you simply closed your eyes and everyone in that hallway was under your control. "Bring me John." 3 people walked away like robots, while everyone else was frozen at attention. It wasn't long before John screamed your name down the hall.

"Y/n!" You turned around and immediately opened your arms. When he got closer he stopped. "Are you okay?" You probably looked terrible, horrifying to a child. 

"John is okay, I'm here to take you home. We can be a family." At the sound of family, John immediately perked up. 

"Really?"

"Yeah." He smiled brightly and ran into your arms.

"Can we leave now?" He whispered into your neck and you nodded.

"Right now." As you pulled apart Johns's eyes widened in shock.

"Watch out!" You turned around but it was too late. Someone in all black stood there holding a silver collar. Before you could react it got slammed on your neck and it locked. Your hands grabbed at it, trying to rip it off but to no avail. Suddenly John blasted the person with his heat vision, instantly killing them. 

Your control over everyone fell. You tried to activate your diamond form but nothing worked. 

"Fuck." You say and John kneels down next to you. "This shit won't let me use my powers. FUCK!" 

"We have to go." John cries.

"I know, I know." You say and feel your body slowly start to weaken. "What is- what is this doing to me?" You asked yourself and your eyes started to flutter close. 

"Gas them." Someone said and a can clatter next to you. You started coughing harshly and John dropped to his knees, coughing hard as well. You collapsed face first into the ground, slowly falling unconscious. 

-

Your eyes fluttered open and the blinding light was unbearable. 

"Fuck." You mumbled and slowly started to sit up. 

"Y/n, lay back down." A deep voice made its way to your ears.

"Mmm." You flopped on the bed and blinked rapidly to get used to your surroundings. You looked around and your eyes settled on the scientist you wished you could keep calling your friend. 

“You really fucked up.” You rolled your eyes.

“I'm leaving. With John, and you’re not going to stop me.” You say and in an attempt to control his, a shock triggered makes you scream. “What the fuck?” It made him chuckle. 

“You know Vought is so terrified of you that they had me create a contingency plan just for you. At first, it was Soldier Boy himself but then the two of you started getting involved so we had to turn to something different. Hell, I didn’t even think it was going to work. But here we are.” That’s when you felt the metal on your neck, you reached up and grabbed it but a tiny shock made you let it go. 

“What is this?”

“This is the device that won’t let you use your abilities, it weakens you, and if you try to use the. It seems powerful shocks, enough of them and we fry your brain. You’ll become a mindless zombie.” He stood from his chair and got close to your face. “Just like everyone you control.” You gave him a hard glare before looking away and swallowing.

“What do you want from me?”

“I need you to leave. Never come back. And don’t come looking for John. America. The world needs a hero again, and it's going to be John.” 

“He’s just a kid.”

“He won't be in a few years. I'm going to propose a deal.” He says and you stay quiet. “You’re going to leave and never come back and in return. We take this collar off.”  He grabbed it with his hands and he tugged it. “It will stay locked away and nobody will be able to replicate it. Vought will also make sure you live comfortably, funded for the rest of your life. Does that sound good?” 

Your jaw tensed and you took in a deep breath.

“What about John, he’s going to ask.” You say and feel your eyes water.

“We’ll worry about that. Now, do we have a deal?” He holds out his hand with a raised eyebrow. You looked at it and back up at him. With a deep breath, you grabbed his hand. 

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A/n- not proud of this one tbh. Let me know what you guys think though. Going to start working on part 3 ASAP:)

[openlategames]

I really love Dahlia, just her design captivated me immediately when I saw pictures from the game and she was absolutely fantastic in her route. I'm only into GxG stuff, so sorry if can't appreciate all the boys stuff, but despite paying for basically only 1/6 of the content I felt satisfied.

To be honest I can't help but being disappointed by seeing that now in Last Call, from what I saw in the description, she is the character with less content compared to all the boys. Sure, I understand that the boys can have threesomes and BxB scenes while her being a lesbian limits her interactions to Cora only, but still...

So my question is: is there a chance that your next game could have two female love interests instead of just one? If there was another girl in Speakeasy at least there could have been a GxGxG threesome... :(

It's great to hear that Dahlia was a character that resonated with you!

Last Call was developed from short stories written for Patreon since the release of Speakeasy last year. Originally only two extra side stories for each character were going to be included in the game, but the additional six stories were added later as bonuses for the players based on content polls each month.

Including all different flavors of romance, pairings, and groups is pretty special to the studio, so players can definitely expect to see more of that in future games.

[b000mbayah]

Fem reader x Chaeryeong x Yuna (poly) what kind of girlfriends are they

Not as long as I initially thought it was going to turn out as but it's here and it's something!

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Fem!Reader x Chaeryeong x Yuna (poly) as girlfriends

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-So stinking cute.

-These two have a worlds worth of love to give.

-PDA no matter where you are.

-Could be in a park.

-Could be in a shop.

-Could be during practice.

-It doesn't bother you.

-You've grown used to it.

-Showing affection is probably the most common thing in the relationship.

-They honestly love you so, so much.

-Endless nights of snuggling up, watching movies.

-They'd always fall asleep first though.

-You're then just sitting there like (._.)

-With two cuties by your sides obviously.

-They wake you up with a good morning kiss x100.

-Will purposely dress you up in their clothes as they coo at your confused expression everytime.

-Experimenting with makeup on you.

-Expensive makeup*

-Yuna made you look like a toddlers art piece once...

-When they're away on tour, they'd be spaming you with messages all day long.

-Voice/video calls too.

-Forgetting it's different time zones 110% of the time.

-Would accidently wake you up from your rather enjoyable deep slumber.

-Thank god phones can be silenced or else you'd be running around on minimum energy to last you the whole day.

-They'd buy you various gifts .

-They'd take pictures to send to you throughout their day(s).

-When the dynamic duo finally return, expect romantic dates for you three.

-All the love they couldn't share with you whilst they were gone will now be unleashed in all its full power.

-A very playful relationship.

-It wouldn't be a complete hour without someone laughing.

-Memes with them both just because...

-Well, just because why not.

-You'd mock them with their own memes, often sending them their own mugshots during the most inconvenient times.

-It could literally be during the most important meeting they'd ever go to and you'd still send them.

-You and Chaeryeong would tease Ryujin about her tiny height.

-While you and Yuna bully Lia and her "boney feet".

-It's never boring around these two hyped up humans.

-It's a win-win situation.

-Everything held within the foundations of your adorable relationship is yours to keep, your sweet memories and encounters.

-Definitely something new compared to your previous relationships.

-In a good way of course.

-And although these two girls are young, they express their love like no other emotion could possibly exist.

-It's like being with absolute perfection.

-You could never want anything else after experiencing these two.

[tigerlillyruiz]

‘Twas Foretold💥🌈😎!!

Lexa x Clarke x Anya

Chapter 1 is up!!

Summary:

A prophecy was written long long ago of the coming of Wanheda and her mates. Their lives are to be full of love and happiness with peace for all under their rule....

But they must survive what awaits them first for peace isn't so easily achieved on the ground. There are others who seak to undermine the peace they are fighting for and profit from the chaos of disharmony...

The signs have come....

Wanheda is here...

Enjoy 😊🌈😎

[sanashoneydew]

Forgot ♡︎

(Requested)

|| fluff / angst | dom!sana x dom!Momo x sub!reader | gxgxg poly relationship

( I really enjoyed making this one. There will for sure be a pt 2 soon! )

Being in twice was such a treasure for you. You loved being in a kpop group with your best friends and your two girl friends Momo and sana. You loved them very much and they loved you so much. You were their baby and were super protective over you.

Being in a secret poly relationship was hard a first to keep a secret but you three figured it out. You three were so happy. Only the girls and the staff / company knew.

Today was a special day. Today was the day that marked three years of being in a relationship with eachother. You were up early for practice making sure you looked so beautiful for the special day.

Even though all of y’all and the girls had practice, you wanted to look good. You were super excited. You looked beautiful any day but you made sure to dress up more than usual today.

You walked into the kitchen with a huge smile as Momo and sana were cooking some breakfast. Momo was hugging sana from behind as sana cooked. They were so cuddled up in eachother.

You smiled at the sight at them two before you walked over to them.

“Good morning” you spoke in your normal bubbly tone. You were usually so bubbly and a day of sunshine.

They both looked at you and smiled a little bit. They were both so tired. “Morning” sana mumbled as Momo kept her face buried into sanas neck.

You frowned at seeing their moods. You decided to brush it off.

“Are you two excited for today” you spoke softly

The two looked at you with a confused look.

“We have practice y/n. Is there something going on today?” Momo asked softly.

“Yeah did we forget something?” Sana spoke

You kept your smile before those words came out of their mouths.

Your smile quickly faded as your heart instantly broke. They were never ones to forget but today they were very different. You didn’t know why.

You shook you head and looked at the breakfast sana was cooking.

“Nothing” you spoke softly before going over to the kitchen table Sitting down. Momo and sana shrugged and went back to being so attached to eachother blocking out everything and everyone else.

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Hours later, You all were now in the studio practicing your new comeback. You all were stressed but still tried to find the fun in it. All the girls made sure to fill the air with jokes and laughs but you just stayed quiet. It was very unusual for you.

You were always consistent with your moves and memory but the way sana and Momo were ignoring you the whole day was putting you off. The way they forgot just made you. Sad. Very sad.

“Y/n your late!” The choreographer yelled as you all did a run through of the new dance.

You let out heavy breaths as you continued to dance trying to catch up. Your were an amazing dancer but today it was like you were doing everything wrong.

Jihyo glanced at you with a worried look as you all danced. You were on the verge of tears.

The choreographer sighed and stopped the music.

“Y/n what’s up with you today” the choreographer asked with a sigh.

You breathed heavily and shook your head “I-I’m fine” you spoke out in a shaky voice before looking over at Momo and sana who were all over eachother again.

The girls started to take a break as you went over to Momo and sana. They were hugging once more like they have been all day. You gently rested your forehead against momos back. Still no response. They didn’t notice you.

“Baby?” You spoke softly only for them to walk away. Your bottom lip began to tremble as they did. You needed them so bad. They kept you grounded.

You let out a few tears finally starting to break down. Your voice started to break as you crouched down trying to catch your breath.

“Hey hey hey” jihyo spoke quickly before coming up over to you. She crouched down and pulled you into a hug. She’s been noticing everything happening between you three today and she was pissed.

“Deep breaths” she whispered before looking over at Momo and sana. She gritted her teeth and shook her head. Jihyo was very protective over you. You were the youngest. She was protective over everyone being the leader she was.

You just shook your head cuddling into her as you fell down to the ground fully.

Sana and Momo looked over noticing you and let their eyes go soft at how broken you seemed. You were still their baby and even though they weren’t acting like you were today, they were finally coming to their senses. They didn’t mean to do all this stuff to you. They really didn’t. This never happened.

They were about to come over to you but it was too late.

“I-I just wanna be alone.” You spoke finally standing up and walking out of the studio to go to your favorite one. You sat down in the empty studio with your guitar that you loved very much. You sniffled through your tears and started playing it.

Jihyo, Momo, and sana watched you with a heavy sigh. Jihyo looked over at Momo and sana before walking over to them.

“What the hell did you two do” she asked in a angry tone.

Momo shook her head and sana just looked at the door with a worried look.

“Fuck” sana sighed realizing how distant her and Momo have been from you the whole day. Momo realized it too.

“How could you do this to her today. She loves you guys so much and deserves to be loved. Especially when it’s y’all’s 3 year anniversary today. You two have been so caught up in eachother to not even notice that she just had a mini panic attack. She tried to go to you but you guys just walked away” jihyo spoke.

Momo and sanas eyes went wide at what jihyo said.

“W-what” Momo spoke.

Jihyo shook her head “you guys forgot. Didn’t you.” Jihyo sighed.

“God damn it. She had so much planned for you two today. No wonder she hasn’t been herself. Y’all better go into that fucking studio and make it better” jihyo spoke.

Momo sighed and hit the wall out of anger. She was mad at herself. Sana was mad at herself too.

Sana ran a hand through her hair and shook her head.

“Fuck” is all they both could say.

Jihyo sighed as she watched Momo and sana quickly run out to the studio to the other studio they knew you were in. It was your safe place. You were always in there.

Sana reached for the door handle before Momo stopped her at the sound of your voice singing so beautifully from inside along with the sound of your guitar.

Sana sighed and leaned against the door. They both loved your voice so much.

“Our poor baby” Momo spoke softly hearing the hurt in your voice.

Sana frowned and kept listening.

“How could we forget babe. We need to do something really special for her” sana spoke.

“Maybe we could go get her some flowers and some gifts and make her favorite for dinner or-“ sana continued before Momo stopped her.

“That sounds amazing baby but I think we just need to be there for her right now” Momo whispered before she heard the singing stop.

“Make her feel loved.” Momo continued.

Sana nodded with a sigh before opening the door and walking in with Momo.

You were playing your guitar still.

“Hey baby” sana spoke softly before they both walked over to you sitting in front of you.

You looked up at them for a slight glance before looking back down to your guitar.

“We’re so sorry my love. We didn’t mean to forget about our anniversary or leave you out” Momo spoke softly trying to put a hand on your thigh.

You scooted away and sniffled.

“Please leave me alone” you spoke quietly.

Momo and sanas heart broke at the sound of those words. Even more so at how sad you looked. Momo and sana looked at eachother then back to you.

“Baby-“ sana started to say before you interrupted her once more.

“Please. I wanna be alone” you spoke.

They both nodded at your words before walking out of that studio. They knew they needed to make this right and they were determined too. They loved you so much.

[redmeet]

Hello hello!!💖💕💗✨ hope you're doing well over there, dear writer🌻🌼🌻 I'm about to start another round of reading IBLBM and hhn this is super silly and I know BUT, I love every one of your characters and *hiding under blankets* there's this itching thought where (sorry for spoiliiing!!) That part when Brad comes around and doesn't pay attention to Jake and Jake just think it's over and *deep inhale* I thought you'll make Jake go and sleep with Bull only to get a rise from Brad🙈 ok I know that boy is rude to my darling Jake BUT I just mean hxgdgd!! I want you to know I'm BLUSHING right now for confessing it but I can't help it ok? I think maybe maybe maybe in another world Jake will just shrugs and gives a try out of (being angry or getting Bull angry) and he'll come out that he likes it. I don't want to separate Jake and Brad gxgxg God, No!! But, in another world maybe.. :3

Love you and thank you for writing this amazing fic!💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

hi friend! I’m so glad you enjoy the fic, that makes me so happy! thank YOU for reading it 🫶🏻

as for whether Jake would ever go for Bull, that’s firmly in the no column for me.

[eclectickss]

Please, Go All The Way

Wanda x Natasha x OC (fem!reader)

Warnings: cheesiness, clichés, smut, reader is not titled "Y/N"

Summary: The avengers take a vacation to a private island rental off the Atlantic coast! You now have an opportunity to spend time with your new family, especially Wanda and Natasha.

Characters: Talia (You/OC/reader), Natasha, Wanda, Peter, other various Avengers

COMPLETED SERIES. (I might add more but I don't have any current plans)

Part One: 26 is not a kid, tony

Part Two: lay off the suggestive sex... thanks

Part Three: you like it when i say your name

Part Four: oh she's having a ton of fun

Part Five: they make you feel special?

Part Six: the ladies plus peter

Part Seven: it made you look desperate

Part Eight: a little bit longer

Part Nine: senseless

Part Ten: i want to hear everything

[ncsdlr]

I saw a watch, and my reaction was not normal...

Natasha x Wanda x Reader

You'd set a timer for Wanda, just to see how long she lasts when she sucks you and Natasha off. There was a mutual agreement that the results wouldn't say who's better; it was just a little thing you three were curious about.

Wanda would last ten minutes and a second - nothing more nothing less. Her powers gave her an advantage that none of you realized at the moment. Both in licking your pussy until you came and sucking your cock dry of cum, she lasted ten minutes and a second. For you and Natasha, she lasted ten minutes and a second.

You and Natasha were both so proud of her, you praises albeit a little breathy due to how hard Wanda made you cum. Your reward for Wanda was getting to cum however many times she wanted for two days. Safe to say she enjoyed the next two days that followed.

Afterward, she would thank you and Natasha for making her cum and giving her all the attention she could ever ask for by doing as the two of you asked to a tee. If she failed at following a command, even if the mistake was overseeable, she would insist that you punish her for it so that she would learn her lesson.

The three of you were definitely curious folks.

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initially, Wanda was supposed to be the reader, but I am no sub to be punished.

[starshipsofstarlord]

All for one, and one for all

wandanat x dom!reader / masterlist

summary; you’re in charge, and they are your hungry sluts, though that is not all they are. Whilst you are the dom, the two both have emotional tethers and perceptions of what you mean to them / warnings; smut, strap on, oral on sex you, two way blowjob, gxgxg, oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, mummy kink, face sitting, jealousy

Wanda frowned as she watched Nat engulf your cock, looking pleadingly up at you with sad eyes. A tut fell from your lips as you watched Natasha greedily take your fake cock down her throat, garbling lightly as it reached the back of it, only for her to descend her lips on the plastic, and repeat the action.

Your hand weaves through her viscous red hair, tugging demandingly at the wavy roots before pausing your dominant grip to speak. “Share.” A sigh rolled from the Black Widow, he’d clearly displeased with your order, through she pulled back, a line of saliva linking her round lips with the end of the dick that was secured by the harness around your waist.

The other redhead took that as an opportunity to suckle around your tip, as Nat pouted at the sight, whining slightly to herself, coaxing a smirk onto your face. “I said share, not be charitable.” With one quirk of your brow, Natasha moved her head forwards, swiping her tongue down the length of the toy.

Now, you had your legs completely spread, leaving enough room for them both to shuffle into the archway, and grant them easier access to the red cock. Nat’s tongue trailed down, sneaking against Wanda’s lips as she redeemed herself over her moment of jealousy, and began to kiss the other woman.

Their tongues combed around the head of the man made appendage, it being a blockage in their paths to shove their tongues down each other’s throats. Your thighs tensed, as you sat up more highly, using your bare feet to kick the pair away from you. They both stared at you with submissive annoyance, their faces etched with confusion concerning your actions.

“Good girls, making my cock all nice and ready to go inside one of your sweet pussies. One of you lay down would ya, help mummy out a little.” The pair scramble to comply, giving each other pushes to deter which would be in the position. “Wanda, lay down. Natasha, wait.”

Nat feels out down by your words as she huffs, trying to push her chest out to convince you otherwise, as Wanda obliges with your command, laying flat on her back as her hands curl over her stomach, feeling the pulsing arousal wither inside of her body.

She wears a peaceful expression, as her teeth pry at her bottom lip, earning herself a gentle slap on the inside of her thigh. Her head jolts, her teeth tugging harder on her flesh, that you have to stroke her face for her to release the frustrated defence.

“Baby, how many times do I have to tell you not to do that?” You thumb runs delicately over the plump flesh that she has coerced into blossoming into a sore hue, soothing over the skin that she had thinned whilst sinking her pearls into it.

“Sorry mummy.” Her meek voice speaks, batting her long lashes up at you, to perceive the innocent doe eyed look. It brings a small earnest smile onto your face.

“It’s okay, I just don’t want you to hurt yourself, especially because Natasha is going to be sitting on that adorable little face of yours.” From the sound of her name, Nat’s forest eyes snapped up, darting between you and the woman whose face she was to use as a cushion.

There had always been a slight edge to the intimacy between the two, Nat had come first, and then Wanda joined and invaded your relationship, she felt almost left out. It meant that you had to share yourself with someone else, and that was frustrating.

In previous relationships, the elder redhead had always been the dominant one, but with you, you had made her feel safe, wrapping your arms around her as she let her prompt demeanour go, finally allowing someone else to take care of her.

With Wanda, you had been a source of comfort; she had just lost her brother, and been obligated to move to a whole other country. She needed something to hold onto, anything to distract her, and there you were, being a physical shoulder for her to cry on, as well as a metaphorical one.

“Can I sit on her face now mummy?” Wanda was wordless as the excitable words left Natasha’s lips, more so when you gave her the all clear, and she descended onto the witch’s face, rubbing her cunt against her bitten lips, taking full advantage of the position that she had been ordered into.

There was a reason why you had instructed Natasha to sit on Wanda’s face, and it was not only to grant herself pleasure. It was so that she could stop being so pushy with Wanda, and appreciate the efforts that the woman went to to ensure that you were both granted with pleasure. If Nat wanted her to sit back, and be ignored, she would do that to her own dismay, just to keep the other woman happy.

But the sounds revelling out of Nat’s lips told you that she was enjoying the ride of her life. It could still take some time for her to want Wanda in this conjunction of bodies, and see her as an equal, but she was currently endorsing herself in the swipes of Wanda’s tongue, practically chasing the notion of it.

Wanda waggled her hips as you traced the gentle dips with your hands, taking the spit slicked cock in your hand, running it up her pink folds before pushing it in, hearing her mewl and send vibrations up Nat’s writhing core.

She was sliding her cunt back and forth along Wanda’s face, absolutely soaking her face as she grabbed a handful of her locks, and ground herself down even harder. She was in the thrill of a chase, searching for her own high, though, she turned her head back to glance at you, silently pleading for permission to cum.

“Let go baby girl, cum on little Wanda’s face.” You groaned as you thrusted harshly into Wanda’s sweet pussy, leaning forwards and giving a bite to one of Nat’s ass cheeks, causing her to explode in that second. “Oh baby, she just dirtied your face, how does that make you feel?”

Your teasing of Wanda told Nat to dismiss herself from Wanda’s face, showing you how her juices painted the woman’s expression so sinfully. As she watched, Nat spread her legs from her position on the floor, lightly rolling her clit under the pads of her fingers.

“So pretty mummy, Nat’s pretty pussy has made my face all pretty with her cum.” From the words, Natasha felt her heart swell a little, forcing her into feeling a little guilty from being so jealous over her, and possessive of you. Though she said nothing, instead she stayed content as she watched you fuck Wanda.

“You are pretty baby.” You cooed at her, grasping her face by the chin, as you licked a stripe up her face, tasting the evidence of Nat’s pleasure, humming at her significant flavour. “Nat, come over here and rub Wanda’s puffy clit.”

She crawled over, her hand slipping between your two digressed bodies, locating the little pearl, as a couple of tears rolled down Wanda’s corrupted face. “Mummy, imma cum. Gonna cum all over you cock.”

“Do it, you have mummy’s permission.” Wanda felt her brain have trouble comprehending her surroundings as she fell into an addictive haze, Nat continued rubbing her clit as you pulled out, for you had not ordered her to stop. Natasha found herself almost entrances with the sight, Wanda was writhing on the ground, he’d legs spasming, as she continued to be stimulated.

“Mummy, should I stop?” Natasha eventually asked, playing with the bead as though it were a stress toy, lightly pinching it, extracting a half scream out of the blabbering redhead.

“No. Keep going.” You moved closer to her, kissing her sloppily, before raising yourself onto your knees once more, the cock bobbing as you situated yourself. “Rub her clit and suck mummy’s cock Natty.” She complied, lowering her head and enduring the taste of Wanda.

It was quite nice, and the more that she suckled at the toy, she realised Wanda was exactly like the taste of her cum. Sweet and supple, and there was no reason for her to be jealous, not if that was the reward that she was to receive.

[pacifymebby]

Genuine question for the gay girlies mutuals but I've had this idea for a fic for ages now, like pure smut again probably where y/n is being shared by two women, like lots of gxgxg scenes and a bit of jealousy and also some cute stuff too, but idk which women to include? Kinda thinking Charli xcx could be one or them but like, do any of you have suggestions for who I could write it abouht or who u wanna read girl smut about?

[crockettmarcel]

Hi I was wonder could you do a

Sara Reese X Natalie Manning X reader

GXGXG

The reader siblings are Antonio and gabby she’s a fire fighter and she gets hurt one day on shift and comes in and you can pick what happens next (if you want of course) and can there be smut plz if not totally okay it’s also fine if you don’t want to do this if and you do you can get back to it when you or whenever you feel fit thx

PLEASE read my rules before requesting something. it’s really not that hard