#BUT IT’S OKAY we’ll be okay i think i hope

[ham1lton]

I’LL BE THE GIRL OF HIS DREAMS (MAYBE??)

pairings: oscar piastri x stan account!reader

warnings: none?

faceclaim: pam hughes / pamalaaam on ig.

summary: it is a truth universally acknowledged that a fast driver must be in want of a girlfriend—oscar piastri just didn’t expect his to be a twitter menace.

author’s note: jam is just a nickname that yn goes by online, which is good for security on the internet. stay safe kids !

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yourusername: girl date w/ bffname. jam, books and the winter air. what could be better?

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user1: WAHT?!

— user2: omg she wasn’t joking she’s actually that gorgeous.

user3: sorry you’re so pretty i’m taken aback. i assume that all ppl who argue online r hideous trolls but you’re clearly not. sorry. i apologise.

user4: did u buy your namesake?

— yourusername: ofc!! spent my paycheck on new ones. i’m the proud mama of two strawberry jams 😽

user5: LANDO LIKED YOUR POST

user6: literally drop the skincare routine rn or i’m calling the authorities.

– yoursername: genetics + water + spite <3

user7: girl what books did u get i need the haul

– yoursername: east of eden, the glass castle and some other classics!! i’ll post a proper vid later if you’d like <3

user8: lando liked… HE’S WATCHING.

– user9: he’s been watching. oscar is shaking.

user10: okay but imagine arguing with someone online and then finding out they look like this. i’d delete my account.

– user11: user3 already went through all five stages of grief in these comments.

user12: winter air is nice and all but i feel like oscar should be here warming you up just saying!!

friend: girl date and no invite?! feeling betrayed rn …. 😓

— yourusername: ur in australia but i apologise. we should have walked through land and sea. next time i see u i owe u a matcha for the trauma babe 😞

— friend: a decent apology. i accept it 😽

user13: she fights, she reads, she stuns… what CAN’T she do?

– yoursername: parallel park.

user14: not me zooming in to confirm this isn’t an ai-generated model.

– yoursername: sorry to disappoint, i’m very real and very chronically online.

user15: OSCAR GIRLIES R HOT WBK <3

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from: mclaren racing team@mclaren.com

to: jam jamdoesf1@gmail.com

subject: you’re invited – race weekend with mclaren

hi jam,

we hope you’re well. we’ve been following your incredible f1 content and couldn’t help but notice your… passionate defence of a certain quiet australian. it’s safe to say the team (and the driver in question) are fans.

we’d love to invite you to join us for the upcoming grand prix weekend as our guest. paddock access, behind-the-scenes moments, and yes – proper tea and snacks included.

let us know if you’re available and we’ll sort everything on our end, including travel and accommodation. we think you’ll have a lot of fun.

looking forward to hearing from you.

cheers,

the mclaren team.

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yourusername: hotties make some noise! (all u haters that say matcha tastes like grass r BABIES!!!)

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user1: i would recognise my goat’s hand anywhere… by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world.

— user1: my boo bear. my king. my reason. my oscar.

— user2: lando get off ur burner.

— user3: ICB LMFOAJDHEISJDN ?!38393&:

user4: jam ily. u taste good in matcha too. multi-use queen <3

*liked by yourusername.*

alexandrasaintmleux: gorgeous girl 🤍 lovely meeting u!!!

— yourusername: says the most gorgeous girl in recorded human history. omg blushing rn 😝

user5: u could say cement tastes good and i’d try it.

user6: jam you’re so fine it’s honestly starting to feel like a personal attack

user7: OSCAR DATING AN F1 OBSESSED GIRL YASSSSS

— user8: me and jam as the mclaren wags. i can see it now.

user9: the middle pic is giving “soft launch” and i’m spiraling

— yourusername: it’s giving “he paid for the matcha so i had to post him”

user10: is ur name really jam?

— yourusername: not legally or professionally or personally but yea :)

user11: the way jam is so unhinged on twt but is the sweetest ever on ig needs to be studied….

— user12: like on twt when she threatened to pull up on that guy who was saying awful things about oscar and he deactivated all his socials??? vs on ig where she goes to farmers’ markets like a granny 😭

user20: if oscar doesn’t soft launch you back i’m rioting

— yourusername: pls i’d settle for him texting back within 3-5 business days

— user21: NOT OSCAR FUMBLING BAD BITCHES NOOOO

— user22: @/oscar GET UPPPPPP!!!!!

— user23: WTFFFFFFFFF STOP THIS MADNESS @/oscar

— user24: if i had a baddie like this i would do anything she asks… jam says jump? i say how high… oscar u need that energy NOW!!!!

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[moonstruckme]

omgomg can i request wolfstar or any of the marauders (literally so excited j leave it up to u) with a reader who faints when she sees blood? I have severe blood phobia and i hate feeling lightheaded but it's kinda funny if u think about it... have a great day ❤️

Thanks for requesting lovely <3

cw: blood, fainting, Sirius on a power trip (everyone's worst nightmare I think)

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 968 words

You watch Remus look down on the onion with concentrated, dry eyes. “I don’t know how you can do that,” you say, mystified.

“He’s a freak of nature,” Sirius says. 

“Even when I cut along the lines, like you’re supposed to…” You brush a knuckle underneath your lashes, catching the residual wetness from when you’d attempted what Remus is doing so easily. “Maybe you are a freak of nature.” 

Remus is more than a little smug. “Maybe my eyes are just better than yours.” 

“No, that can’t be it…” 

“Cut your tomatoes, love,” he teases. “Those won’t hurt you.” 

You scoff, grabbing the serrated knife from the knife block. In the second your back is turned, you hear Remus’ knife hit the cutting board funny. 

“Fuck,” he hisses. “Bollocks.” 

“Ha!” Sirius cries triumphantly, though he moves closer to ensure Remus is okay. “Who’s the pro onion chopper now? What’d you do to yourself, let me see.” 

Remus rolls his eyes but gives his hand over to Sirius’ care. Your boyfriend coos, pulling him closer to the sink and turning on the tap. 

You hear more than see yourself stumble, your feet clumsy on the tile floor. Remus’ gaze snaps to you. You feel suddenly very warm. 

Remus says something, you think, but it’s lost to the rushing in your ears. Blood drips from his hand into the sink. You watch it turn pink as it swirls into the drain.

You stumble again. 

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“What did you think shouting at her was going to do?” 

“I don’t know!” There’s a hand on your cheek, tapping insistently. “This is your fault anyway, get a plaster on that. Or just wrap it up for now, we’ll deal with it after.”  

“Your concern is touching.” 

A sigh. “I’ll kiss it better in a minute, darling, but I’m somewhat occupied right now.” More tapping. “Hey, open your eyes, baby. Come on, I can see you twitching.” 

“Did she hit her head?” 

“I don’t think so. Just give her a second, yeah?” 

With effort, you lift your weighted eyelids. Sirius stops tapping. His thumb strokes down your cheek instead. 

“Hey.” He smiles, concern lingering at the corners. “In the future, I think we’d all appreciate a bit of warning before you drop like a bag of rocks. Okay?” 

Your voice comes out quiet and wispy. “I’ll try.” 

Sirius’ grin widens. “Attagirl.” 

“I think you’re supposed to lift her legs,” Remus frets from somewhere you can’t see him. You try, but Sirius puts his hand under your chin, tilting your head back up. 

“You can lift them once you’re cleaned up,” he says lightly. “Eyes on me, sweetness. Rem needs to stop bleeding before you two can resume gazing lovingly at each other, I’m afraid.” 

“Are you okay?” you ask the ceiling. 

“Fine, love. It’s just a cut.” 

Your voice wavers. “It looked like it was bleeding a lot.” 

“It was, but it’s shallow,” Sirius reassures you. He gives you an easy smile, thumb stroking a short line from the corner of your mouth to your chin. “You know our Moony, he loves to make a spectacle of himself.” 

You manage a little smile. “Sounds like him.” 

Remus makes a sound like a laugh that’s trying to be a sigh. Your ankles lift up off the floor, and Sirius finally allows you to look down, where you find your boyfriend with a paper towel wrapped around his hand. 

“Why is it that even when I’m hurt, you’re both still ganging up on me?” he asks. “Does your head feel alright?” 

“Yeah,” you breathe. You feel yourself frown as you look at his hand. Hoping you won’t see more blood, fearing you will, worry keeping your gaze trapped either way. “Are you hurt?” 

Remus visibly softens. “No. I’m fine, sweetheart. How do you feel?” 

“I’m okay, really. I think it just surprised me.” 

“Do you realize how full my hands are with the two of you?” Sirius asks, fondness obvious in his agitated tone. “You fainting, you bleeding all over the place—I mean, Christ, how’s a man to make supper?” 

You let your eyes shut for a moment. Truthfully, you still feel a bit odd. You know it’ll pass soon. “I’ll cut the onions next time,” you say. 

“That might be best,” he says. “I hate to do it to you, sweetness, but lesser of two evils and all that.” 

“I am still perfectly capable—” Remus tries to say, but Sirius cuts him off. 

“Hush, you. Go wait in the bathroom, I’ll come take care of you in a minute.” 

Remus does not go to the bathroom. He stages his rebellion silently, rolling his eyes as he stays put. 

“Do you really feel alright?” Sirius asks you. 

You hum. “Yeah. I mean, I’m…” You nod your head from side to side. “You know.” 

His eyebrows raise amusedly. Remus chuffs out a laugh. “Course I do, babe. I know exactly what you mean. Care to elaborate for Remus, though?” 

“I’m okay.” 

Sirius waits a moment for you to say more. When you don’t, he nods, taking this in stride. “Do you think if I help, you can get over to the couch to lie there for a while? Just until I finish tending to our wounded soldier over here.” 

“It’s just a scratch,” Remus insists, exasperated, but he lowers your feet back to the ground so Sirius can help you up. “I don’t need help with it, really, it—oh, bollocks.” 

Sirius shields your eyes with his hand before you can see what the fuss is about. “Get another towel and go wait in the bathroom,” he tells Remus firmly, helping you stand. He half drags you towards the couch as you hear Remus’ cursing move down the hall. “God, always the dramatics with the two of you. Honestly.” 

[firewasabeast]

Here's a follow up to this little fix-it fic I wrote yesterday. You guys seemed to enjoy the part about the Coast Guard, so this is the story from their perspective.

“Jenkins, you about ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How far out are they?”

“Twelve, thirteen minutes tops.”

“Make sure you move over to channel three, Fredricks. That’s the only clear line we’ve got left right now.”

“On it, Admiral.”

Jenkins looked up at the admiral from his seat. “Sir?”

“Mhm?”

“Why do we have the LAFD flying out to a possible terrorist attack?”

Admiral Karim crossed his arms, his face pensive. “We’ve got over thirty-five active alerts in the city right now. We need every chopper we can get. We’re hoping this one is a fake, but they’re gonna be meeting the bomb squad out that way in case anyone needs help.”

“Yes, Sir. From what I can see, they’re right on course. I’d say about eleven minutes now.”

Karim nodded. “Good work. Fredricks, you got them on comms?”

Fredricks eyebrows were furrowed, one hand clasped over the headphones on his ears.

“Fredricks?!” Karim exclaimed.

Fredricks jumped. “Yes, Sir?”

“How’s communications?”

“Oh, uh, I- I got them, Sir.”

“Why do you look like that?” Karim asked. “You look like you’re listening to eighth grade gossip.”

Fredricks thought for a second. “Hm,” he hummed. “That’s kinda what it sounds like. Here, listen.” He unhooked the headphones from the computer, putting the line on a speaker so everyone could hear.

“-party poo-”

“So,” a woman’s voice cut through, “Tommy. How’s life been lately?”

“Fine.”

There was a smacking sound over the line, causing a few of the men to grimace. “We heard about your little tryst with our lover boy Buckley.”

“What the hell is this?” Karim asked. “Are you on channel 3?”

“Yes, Sir. This is the LAFD helicopter we’re working with.”

“What the hell are they talking about?”

“I have no idea.”

“-noring that. What’s going on there?”

“Nothing.”

“Okay.” The smacking man cleared his throat. “I’ll ask again, and we’ll try the truth this time. What’s going on there?”

A crowd began to gather around Fredricks computer to listen in. Jenkins grabbed his laptop and set it on his lap so he could continue to watch them as he shuffled over to Fredricks’ desk.

“Who do we have in this bird?” Karim asked. “It should be listed in the system.”

A few clicks on his keyboard, and Fredricks was pulling up the list. “Looks like a Henrietta Wilson, Thomas Kinard, and Howard Han. Wilson and Han are with the 118, and Kinard- the pilot- is from Harbor.”

“-you’re good with that?” the woman- Wilson- asked.

“I have to be. Evan… Buck made it clear that he didn’t have feelings for me. It was just a one night thing.”

“Who the hell is Evan Buck?” Karim questioned.

Fredricks shook his head, “I have no-”

“-told you he didn’t have feelings for you? Firefighter Evan Buckley of the 118?”

Fredricks looked back at Karim. “Evan Buckley of the 118, Sir.”

“Yeah, I got that, Fredricks. Thanks. Why are they discussing this over the radio?”

“I’m going to assume they forgot they’re on an open channel,” Jenkins replied.

In the back somewhere, someone yelled, “Shh! Listen!”

“We’ve suffered through months of this man moping over you being gone, and you’re going to tell me that he said he didn’t have feelings for you?”

“I don’t know anything about that.”

“You don’t-” A sigh, and another chomp of the gum. “Have you tried buying flour lately? Sugar? Sticks of butter?”

Karim scratched at the back of his head. “Why in God’s name are they discussing baking ingredients right now?”

“Well, Sir, if I’m hearing this right,” Fredricks began to explain, “The pilot, Kinard, and this Evan Buckley guy were dating, but then something happened and they broke up, but they clearly still have feelings for each other, even though Kinard doesn’t think that this Buckley guy does. And one is baking for the other as a coping mechanism.”

Karim stared at Fredricks blankly, until Fredricks cleared his throat. “Just guessing.”

“Should we say something?” Jenkins asked.

“Probably,” Karim replied. Then, he thought. “But we’re not the only ones listening. If someone wants to fill them in, they can do it. Wait, the gum chomper- what’s his name?”

“Han.”

“Han is saying something. Listen.”

“What we’re talking about is the fact that Buck is, for some reason, lying like an insane person.”

Fredricks smiled. “Knew it.”

“Shhh!”

“-been the topic of most conversations since the breakup. There was a brief window where he was upset about Eddie leaving, but then it was back to you.”

Karim grabbed a nearby chair and sat down, crossing one leg over the other. “Who the hell is Eddie?”

Jenkins shook his head. “No clue.”

Fredricks shrugged. “I don’t think it’s relevant.”

“-point is, Buck is an idiot, and if he’s telling you he has no feelings for you, then he’s lying.”

“Or you misunderstood.”

“Damn, I need popcorn right now," Fredricks mumbled.

Jenkins started tapping away at his laptop, much to the annoyance of those around him.

“What are you doing, Jenkins?” Karim asked. “We’re trying to focus here.”

“Oh, uh, sorry, Sir. I was… There! Evan Buckley of the 118 is working today, which means he’s most likely listening to this right now.”

There were some gasps around the room, and Karim sat up straighter in his seat. “This is getting good. Turn it up more, Fredricks.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Tommy did dump him.”

“Tommy is right here.”

“Do you not have feelings for him?”

“What the hell kind of question is that?” Karim asked. “Of course he does!”

“-never said that.”

“Well?”

“Ugh! O- Of course I have feelings for him. I wouldn’t have gone home with him that night if I didn’t still have feelings for him. I wanted to get back together.”

More gasps in the room. Fredricks put a hand over his heart. “Oh my God.”

“I feel like I’m witnessing history here,” Jenkins muttered.

“-you guys got the whole rundown on us hooking up, but the rest of the stuff gets left out?”

“I don’t get it, Hen. They both care about each other, both want to be together, but they’re both too stubborn and stupid to talk it out.”

“Han’s not wrong,” Karim agreed with a nod. “I like the gum chomper.”

“Sir,” Jenkins interjected, “they’re about three minutes from their location.”

“Then they better talk faster.”

“Listen, Evan is… I’ve never had someone like him in my life. He’s funny, and smart, and hot, and he cares about people, and he’s just a genuinely good person. That- That’s why it wouldn’t work. He’s too good for me. He deserves better.”

Fredricks threw his hands up. “I’m gonna go insane! What does he even mean?”

“Chimney’s right. You’re both stupid.”

Karim glanced over at Jenkins and Fredricks. “Who the hell is Chimney?”

“Guys,” a new voice rang out over the line. “Did you all forget you’re on an open channel right now?”

“So everyone could…?”

“Could hear this riveting conversation? Yes.”

“And everyone includes?”

“Well, the entire LAFD, LAPD, then you’ve got the FBI, NSA, and DHS.”

“Jackasses always forget us,” Karim grumbled, reaching up for the radio. “The U.S. Coast Guard is here as well.”

“Oh yeah, and the Coast Guard.”

“And me.”

The new voice had everyone perking up.

“Oh hell.” A smile grew on Karim’s face.

Fredricks grinned over at Jenkins. “It’s gotta be-”

“E- Evan, I-”

“They’re right, Tommy. Listen, I- I was angry that morning, and I said some things I didn’t mean, but I- I wasn’t talking about you. You left before I could explain and I’m not… I don’t even know if I could have explained it right then, but, it’s not true that I don’t have feelings for you. I feel everything for you. You… Tommy, i- it scares me just how much you mean to me.”

Karim bent halfway over in his seat, ducking his head as he brought his thumb up to his eye and wiped at a tear. Everyone pretended they didn’t notice.

“Say something, Kinard!” Jenkins exclaimed, a tight grip on his laptop.

“E- Evan, I- I really wish we weren’t having this conversation with hundreds of government officials listening in.”

“Oh, there’s at least a thousand,” Fredricks corrected.

“SHHHH!”

“-ommy, it’s not that great.”

“When I’m done here, and our shifts are over, I’d… Evan, I’d really like to talk to you in person.”

“What are you doing Saturday? You free?”

“One minute out, Sir,” Jenkins updated.

“They’ll get there,” Karim replied.

“The chopper?”

“No, Jenkins! These two.”

“I’m free.”

“Then be safe, Tommy, and come back to me.”

“Copy that.”

Karim leaned back in his seat, wiping a thin sheen of sweat from his forehead. “Damn.”

“I don’t think I took a breath that whole time, Sir,” Fredricks said.

Jenkins smiled widely. “I’m so glad I was forced to come in today.”

“Alright, everyone.” Karim clapped his hands together as he stood. “Back to work. We’ve got terrorists to take down.”

As everyone headed back to their posts, Karim knelt down beside Fredricks. “I’m going to need you to write down all of the names of the people involved in this conversation today, Fredricks.”

“Yes, Sir. May I ask why, Sir?”

“Hell, I gotta see how this plays out.”

[secretl1fe0fm3]

fallingforyou - billie eilish x fem!reader

summary: you’ve been in a month long relationship with billie, your first girlfriend. you’re nervous for your first time with her, but she talks you through it

warnings: smut, soft dom!billie, inexperienced!reader, praise kink, dirty talk, fingering, established relationship, super fluffy at the end (they say their first “i love you” to each other)

an: hiiii, heres yet another fic :P literally got such a good request after posting obsessive and i immediately had to jump on it! anyways, very little plot again, enjoy! (anon i hope this is everything you wanted! i had so much fun writing it, thanks for your request!!! mwah!!<3) really pushing the 1975 agenda with the title hehe

18+ minors dni!!!

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The soft crackle of the record player filled Billie’s dimly lit bedroom, the needle gliding smoothly over the vinyl as a slow song played out of the speakers. The scent of her vanilla-scented candle mixed with her perfume filled your nose. You sat cross-legged on her bed, fidgeting slightly, your fingers tangled together in your lap.

Billie is laid out beside you, propped up on one elbow, watching you closely with her bright blue eyes, pulling your attention straight to her. She was dressed in a soft cream button up, and a pair of black boxers, her legs stretched out, one foot bouncing in time with the music.

“You’re quiet,” she murmured, her voice low, cutting through the soft music.

You swallowed, your heart beating a little too fast. “Just… thinking.”

Billie smirked. “About?”

You glanced away, biting your lip. You’d been together for a little over a month now, long enough for kisses between you to turn deeper, for soft touches to linger longer than they used to. And tonight, you both knew where things were heading, your texts you had sent her the previous night hanging above your head with a silent promise of whats to come.

Billie shifted closer, her fingers finding yours, her thumb tracing slow, reassuring circles over your knuckles. “Are you nervous, baby?”

You nodded, exhaling shakily. “Yeah.”

Her teasing smirk softened into something more tender. “Hey,” she whispered, bringing your intertwined hands up to her lips, pressing a kiss against your fingers. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“I know,” you murmured, stealing a glance at her. “I want to, I just—” You hesitated, heat creeping up your neck. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Billie’s grin returned, her smirk spreading. “Mm, that’s kinda hot,” she mused to herself, tilting her head. “You wanna learn, baby?”

Your stomach tightened at the way she said it, her voice dripping with unspoken lust. You nodded, breath hitching.

Billie shifted, sitting up so she could cup your face, her thumbs stroking your cheeks. “Then let me teach you,” she whispered, leaning in to brush her lips over yours, placing a gentle kiss on your slightly trembling lips. “We’ll go slow. You just have to trust me, baby. Okay?”

“I do,” you breathed, leaning into her touch.

She smiled, her fingers tracing down your jaw, then your throat, before she pulled you into another kiss, this one deeper, her lips parting just enough for her tongue to graze yours.

“Good girl,” she murmured against your lips, the praise sent a shiver down your spine.

Billie pulled away just enough to look at you, her thumb brushing over your pink lips. Her gaze was dark now, pupils blown wide with lust, but her touch was still gentle and patient.

“You okay?” she murmured, voice low and smooth.

You nodded, breathless. “Yeah.”

“Good.” She pressed a lingering kiss to your jaw, then down the side of your neck, her hands sliding over your waist. “I want you to lay back for me, baby.”

Your stomach flipped, but you did as she asked, letting her guide you down against the pillows. She hovered over you, her fingers tracing the hem of your shirt before slipping underneath, palms warm against your skin.

“You’re so soft,” she whispered to herself. Her hands moved slowly, deliberately, pushing your shirt up inch by inch until she could press a kiss on your sternum. “Still doing okay?”

You nodded again, but Billie tutted, her lips curving against your skin. “Words, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” you exhaled quickly, eyes fluttering shut. “I’m okay.”

“Good girl,” she praised, her hands sliding lower, toying with the waistband of your shorts. She glanced up at you through her lashes. “Can I take these off?”

You swallowed hard, heat pooling low in your belly at the way she looked at you. “Yes, please.”

Billie grinned, hooking her fingers under the fabric and dragging them down your legs, slow enough to make you squirm. She leaned back for a moment, her gaze raking over you, making you flush pink at her intense stare.

“Fuck,” she murmured, almost like she was talking to herself again. “You’re so fucking pretty, baby.”

Your face burned at the compliment, but before you could respond, her hands were on your thighs, parting them. She settled between them, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee before trailing up, slow and teasing.

“You’re shaking,” she noted, her voice softer now, her hands smoothing over your skin. “You nervous or just excited?”

“Both,” you admitted, breath catching as her lips brushed higher.

Billie chuckled, pressing a kiss right where your thigh met your hip. “That’s cute.” Her fingers traced up your inner thigh, featherlight. “I’m gonna touch you now, baby. Just with my fingers. I’ll be gentle, okay?”

You exhaled shakily, nodding. “Okay.”

She watched your face as she moved your panties to the side, her fingers trailing against your core. The first brush of her touch made you whimper, and Billie groaned softly in response.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” she murmured, circling her fingers over your clit in slow strokes. “You feel so good, baby.”

Your hips jerked slightly, overwhelmed by the new sensation. Billie hushed you, her free hand pressing gently against your stomach, rubbing softly over your skin. “Relax, sweetheart. Just feel me.”

You tried, focusing on the slow, deliberate way she played with your clit, her fingers tracing your folds. She kept whispering to you, telling you how good you were, how perfect you felt. When she finally slid one finger inside you, she went slow, watching for any hesitation on your face.

“You’re doing so good for me,” she murmured, kissing your inner thigh.

Billie watched you with a knowing smirk as you threw your head back against the pillows, her fingers moving slowly inside of you. The stretch was new, but her touch was gentle, her thumb never stopping its soft circles over your clit.

“That’s it, baby,” she whispered, pressing deeper, curling her finger just right. The sensation made you gasp, your back arching slightly against the bed.

Billie moaned at the sight, her free hand moving to your hip, pushing it down to ground you. “God, you’re so fucking tight,” she murmured, her voice rough. “So perfect around my fingers.”

You whimpered, your hands gripping the sheets as she kept working you open. Billie’s eyes drank in the sight of you falling apart on her finger, her thrusts becoming quicker momentarily.

“You like that, baby?” she asked, her lips ghosting over your inner thigh. She added another finger, slowly, letting you adjust. “You’re taking me so well, pretty girl.”

You could barely form words, nodding weakly as overwhelming pleasure built low in your stomach. Every stroke of her fingers inside you, and the feelings of her thumb circling your clit had heat curling inside you.

Billie smirked. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

You whimpered again, your hips shifting, trying to find more friction. Billie chuckled smugly, pressing her lips against the inside of your knee, nibbling at the skin. “It’s okay, baby. Let go for me. I want to feel you come on my fingers.”

Her words sent you over the edge. Your body tensed, pleasure crashing through you like a wave as your climax hit you, hard. Billie cursed softly, working you through it, her fingers still moving inside of you as she helped you ride out your orgasm.

“That’s my girl,” she murmured, her voice filled with pride. “So pretty when you come for me.”

You shuddered, gasping, barely able to process the feeling of Billie’s lips still pressing soft kisses against your inner thigh, her fingers finally slowing, easing out of you gently.

She moved up your body, kissing your flushed chest, cheeks, and then your lips. Her hand stroking slow, and soothing circles over your hip as she pulled you into her arms, cuddling you against her chest. Your body was still buzzing, your limbs feeling heavy, but Billie just held you, her fingers tracing shapes against your bare skin.

“You okay, baby?” she whispered after a few minutes of silence, her lips brushing against your temple.

You nodded, turning your face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. “Yeah,” you whispered. “I just feel…a lot.”

Billie chuckled softly, her arms tightening around you. “I get it,” she murmured. “You were perfect, you know that?”

Heat spread across your cheeks as you burrowed closer to her, your fingers lightly gripping the fabric of her button up. “I didn’t really know what to expect,” you admitted. “But I feel safe with you.”

Billie’s breath hitched for a second before she sighed, her hand slipping under the hem of your shirt to press warm against your bare back. “Good,” she spoke softly, kissing your forehead. “I never want you to feel anything else with me.”

You tilted your head slightly to look up at her, your heart still pounding, but this time not from nerves or arousal—but with something deep and overwhelming in your chest, something you’d been feeling for a while now but had never said out loud.

Billie was already watching you, her gaze soft and concerned. She reached up, brushing her thumb over your cheek, her brows furrowing like she was trying to read your thoughts.

“What is it, baby?” she whispered.

You swallowed thickly, your fingers curling a little tighter into her top. You could feel it threatening to spill out before you even fully thought it through.

“I love you.”

Your words came out rushed, barely above a whisper, but Billie froze, her breath catching. For a second, you thought maybe you’d said too much, maybe it was too soon, but the sound of Billie’s voice cut through your anxious thoughts.

“Fuck,” Billie breathed, exhaling the words quickly like the air was knocked out of her. She swallowed hard, then let out a quiet, breathless laugh. “Say it again.”

You smiled shyly, your heart hammering in your chest. “I love you.”

Billie groaned dramatically, rolling onto her back and pulling you fully on top of her, her arms locking tight around your waist, pulling you to her chest. “Oh my God,” she mumbled, burying her face in your neck. “You’re actually trying to kill me.”

You giggled at her reaction, warmth spreading through your whole body. “So dramatic.”

Billie pulled back, just enough to look at you again, her hands cupping your face, her eyes full of love.

“I love you too, baby.”

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third time is a charm, right? (part ten)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff, carol danvers x fem!reader (platonic), past carol danvers x natasha romanoff

summary: you and wanda force carol and natasha to have a "civil" conversation, which leads to some closure for all the sides.

warnings: swear words, natasha being jealous (but she´s working on it i promise), explicit content, power dynamics, teasing, bdsm, reader being tied to a bed, scissoring, smut overall, punishment, edging, overstimulation, natasha being slightly mean, dirty talk... phew that´s it i think?

word count: 10k

an: last part guys:( but i do have to say i put my heart and pussy into this one, so i hope its a nice way to end this:)

(italica = your thoughts)

Time passes, and things settle into something that feels real. Not just nights tangled up together, not just teasing touches or fleeting moments, but something steady, something solid, that few weeks ago seemed like a one big illusion. Dates here and there, stolen moments in their busy schedules, slow mornings with Wanda, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder while Natasha grumbles about early meetings.

It’s different now. More than just physical. You belong here. You truly do.

That’s when they invite you to stay at their place for a while. A little vacation, as Wanda puts it, a chance to be with them without the constant interruptions of the outside world.

You hesitate at first. "But I have to go to work, I can´t just stay, you know?"

Wanda waves a hand. "Oh, well, we said you’re still recovering from your ankle."

You blink, processing her words. Then, you frown. "You did what?"

Wanda and Natasha exchange a look, and Natasha lifts a shoulder in a lazy shrug. "It made sense. You needed time off anyway."

You push back from the couch, standing as frustration bubbles up. "Don’t do that. Don’t speak for me like that, especially about my job." Your voice is firm, but there’s no real anger behind it. Just disappointment. "I get what you were trying to do, and I appreciate the thought, but that’s not okay. I can handle things myself."

For a moment, there's silence. Then Natasha sighs, raising her hands in mock surrender. "Noted."

Wanda presses her lips together, then gives you an apologetic smile. "You’re right, detka. We won’t do it again."

"Good." You exhale, shaking your head, but the tension eases.

Natasha watches you for a moment before smirking. "You know, I never thought I’d see the day where you scold us, but here we are."

You cross your arms, raising a brow. "I mean it."

Natasha’s smirk softens just slightly, and Wanda steps closer, brushing her fingers along your wrist in a small, reassuring touch. "And we hear you."

“But we already called, so…” Wanda says, tilting her head at you with a knowing smirk.

You huff, uncrossing your arms, but the warmth in your chest betrays you. “Fine, yeah, okay. I won’t say no to that.”

Wanda grins in victory, and Natasha just shakes her head, clearly amused. The day continues with a quiet small moments. Dinner filled with light teasing and the occasional brush of fingers, the kind of effortless affection you never thought you’d have with them. A movie follows, and though you try to pay attention, you find yourself more focused on the feeling of Natasha’s hand lazily tracing patterns on your thigh and Wanda’s head resting against your shoulder.

A few more days pass, and it’s all still… nice. Too nice. Which is why you finally bring it up one evening, curled up on the couch between them.

"But what about your CEO jobs?" you ask, glancing between them. "Don’t you two have empires to run?"

Natasha chuckles, draping an arm over the back of the couch. "We’re the CEOs. If we want a break, we’ll take one."

"Bucky’s handling everything," Wanda adds, reaching for her wine glass. "No worries." Then, after a thoughtful sip, she smirks. "He might need a wellness retreat after, though."

"More like therapy with all the idiots he has to deal with," Natasha mutters, rolling her eyes.

You snort, "Poor Bucky."

Neither of them disagree, and as you settle in, completely at ease, Natasha’s phone buzzes on the coffee table. The screen lights up with a text from Bucky: "You owe me BIG TIME."

But this is not the only message that stirs some emotions over the time you’re with them.

It starts small, just casual texts exchanged between you and Carol. She’s been nothing but a good friend, someone easy to talk to, and the connection is effortless. You check in on each other, share jokes, sometimes send random pictures. You don’t think much of it.

Natasha, however, does.

She doesn’t say anything at first, but Wanda notices. As always.

One evening, while you’re in the shower, Wanda finds Natasha in the kitchen, staring at her phone, brows furrowed. Wanda raises an eyebrow as she approaches, watching the way Natasha’s thumb hovers over the screen, unreadable emotions flickering across her face.

"You gonna tell me what’s going on, or do I have to drag it out of you?" Wanda teases lightly, leaning against the counter.

Natasha exhales sharply, locking her phone and shoving it onto the counter. "It’s nothing."

Wanda hums, unconvinced. "You sure? Because you’ve been acting off every time she texts Carol."

Natasha’s jaw tightens.

"Nat," Wanda coaxes, stepping closer. "Talk to me."

There’s a pause. A beat too long. Then Natasha sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I just… don’t like it."

"Her texting Carol?"

"Her spending time with Carol," Natasha corrects, pushing off the counter and crossing her arms. "I mean come on, Wanda. You saw how much time she spends with her. They are close."

Wanda tilts her head. "And?"

Natasha scoffs. “And it’s Carol.”

Wanda laughs, shaking her head. "You’re being ridiculous. Carol is her friend."

"And my ex-" Natasha stops herself, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "I don’t like the way Carol looks at her."

"Carol looks at everyone like that," Wanda points out.

Natasha glares. "That doesn’t make me feel better."

Wanda sighs, stepping closer and placing a hand on Natasha’s arm. "She’s with us, Nat. Not Carol."

"She was with us before, too," Natasha mutters, and there it is the real reason behind her unease.

Wanda softens. "And she came back."

That doesn’t seem to settle Natasha’s nerves, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she nods once, pressing her lips together in that way she does when she’s holding something in. Wanda lets it go, for now.

Except, later that week, the conversation reignites in full force.

You come home, arms full of bags, smiling as you kick the door shut behind you. "I´m back! I was at this market, and Carol convinced me to get some plants and fruits and stuff-"

Natasha doesn’t even let you finish. "That’s what I was talking about!" She throws her hands up, looking at Wanda like she’s just proven a point. "See?"

You blink. "What?"

Wanda sighs, rubbing her temples. "Natasha…"

"No, don’t ‘Natasha’ me," she huffs, crossing her arms. "You’re always with her."

Your smile falters, confusion settling in. "I text her sometimes. We hang out. So?"

"So," Natasha emphasizes, her voice sharp, "I don’t like it."

Silence.

You exchange a look with Wanda, who gives you a patient, knowing glance, one that says, Let her talk.

So you do. "Why?"

Natasha shifts on her feet, avoiding your gaze. "Because she’s Carol," she mutters like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You sigh, setting the bags down. "Nat, she’s my friend."

Natasha clenches her jaw. "She wants more than that."

You shake your head. "No, she doesn’t."

"She does," Natasha insists. "I know Carol. I’ve known her for years."

"She knows I’m with you and Wanda."

Natasha scoffs. "Does she?"

"Nat," Wanda interjects gently, placing a hand on Natasha’s back, "maybe you should talk to Carol."

Natasha turns to her, incredulous. "Talk to her?"

"Yes," Wanda says simply. "Before you explode."

You cross your arms. "I think that’s a great idea."

Natasha glares between the both of you, but ultimately, she knows she’s lost. So, begrudgingly, she agrees.

You find yourself curled up on the couch, phone in hand, fingers hovering over Carol’s contact. This is stupid, right? They’re both adults. Natasha is just… Natasha. But the longer you sit in their apartment, the more you realize that things won’t settle unless you make them. So you finally type out a message.

You: Can you come to my flat?

The reply is almost instant.

Carol: If this is your way of asking me to be your thing on the side, then no.

You snort, shaking your head.

You: Very funny.

Carol: I thought so.

You: No, seriously. I need you to come over.

A pause. Then you see the three little dots.

Carol: You in trouble?

You: Not exactly. It’s about Natasha.

There’s another pause, longer this time.

Carol: Oh, this just got interesting.

You exhale sharply, rubbing your temple.

You: Can you be serious for like five seconds?

Carol: I can try, but no promises.

You groan and decide to just spell it out.

You: Natasha thinks you’re trying to steal me away.

This time, there’s no immediate reply. You stare at the screen, watching the three little dots appear, then disappear, then appear again. Finally, a message comes through.

Carol: …Wait, is this an intervention? Am I the problem?

You: Yes, you little shit.

Carol sends a string of laughing emojis.

Carol: That’s honestly kind of impressive. Didn’t even have to try.

You: Carol.

Carol: Fine, fine. So what’s the plan? I come over and what? Let her yell at me? Sounds fun.

You: I just need you two to talk. Like normal, civil adults.

Carol: Oh, I don’t know. Civil is a stretch.

You: Carol.

Carol: Alright, alright. I’ll come over. But only because this sounds way too entertaining to miss.

You let out a slow breath, already regretting this decision.

You: One condition... don’t make it worse.

Carol: No promises.

You stare at the screen for a long moment before flopping back against the couch with a groan. This was either going to solve everything… or end in disaster.

Maybe both.

A few days later… your apartment feels smaller than usual. Maybe it’s because of the tension hanging in the air, or maybe it’s because Natasha looks like she regrets every life choice that’s led her to this moment.

She’s sitting on your couch, arms crossed, her usual composed demeanor slightly crumbling as she mumbles under her breath.

"This is so stupid," she mutters. "This is ridiculous. I don’t even know why I- this is just… stupid."

Wanda, perched beside you on the arm of the couch, hides her amusement behind her cup of tea, watching as Natasha stews in her own bad decisions. You nudge her with your elbow, but she just smirks, clearly enjoying the sight of the great Natasha Romanoff spiraling.

There’s a knock at the door.

"Oh, this is gonna be good," Wanda murmurs under her breath before taking a sip of her tea. Shockingly she enjoys this a lot, taking the fact that Carol is Natasha´s ex, which suprise you a little.

You shoot her a look before pushing off the couch and heading to the door, steeling yourself. You swing it open, and there stands Carol, leaning against the doorframe, casual as ever, her usual shit-eating grin firmly in place.

"Well, well, well," she says, eyes sweeping past you to where Natasha is seated, visibly tense. "The moment we’ve all been waiting for."

Natasha exhales sharply. "I already hate this."

Carol steps inside like she owns the place, looking between the two of you. "You called for a meeting, I delivered. What’s next? Trial by combat?"

You glance at Wanda, who glances at you. Without a word, a silent agreement is made.

"Coffee?" Wanda asks casually.

"Coffee," you agree.

And before Natasha can even register what’s happening, you and Wanda are already at the door, stepping outside.

"Wait- " Natasha starts, but you just flash her an innocent smile.

"You got this," you say sweetly.

And with that, you and Wanda shut the door behind you, leaving Natasha and Carol alone in your apartment.

There’s a beat of silence before Carol hums, looking around. "(Y/N) should get a punching bag, though."

Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose. "You are insufferable."

Carol grins. "You love it. So, what? The one left standing wins?"

Natasha huffs out a short laugh, shaking her head. "Still have your wit, I see."

Carol shrugs. "What can I say? I like to keep things interesting."

Natasha rolls her eyes. This is going to be a long conversation.

Carol leans back against your kitchen counter, the usual cocky smirk still there, but her eyes are softer now. Less teasing, more genuine. She exhales, shaking her head with a little chuckle.

"Okay, I’ll ease up on the jokes," she says, crossing her arms. "I actually wanna talk."

Natasha, still sitting on the couch, just raises an eyebrow. "That’s new."

Carol rolls her eyes. "Do you really think I’m trying to steal her away?"

Natasha huffs out a laugh, the smirk that follows just as cocky as ever. "And you´re not trying to do that?"

Carol tilts her head, watching her for a moment. Then something clicks. "Ohhh," she says, dragging it out with an exaggerated nod. "So, it’s insecurity."

Natasha stiffens. "What? No. I’m not- no."

Carol just grins. "Nat, you forget we dated for quite some time. I know you."

Natasha glares, but it’s not as sharp as it should be. She looks away, jaw tightening slightly. "That was a long time ago."

Carol shrugs. "Still true, though." She pauses, then adds, "Besides, I’m not even single. I’m in a happy relationship."

Natasha’s head snaps back toward her, her frown deepening. "What?"

Carol blinks at her. "You didn’t know?"

Natasha narrows her eyes. "She didn’t tell me that."

Carol bursts out laughing, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, she’s a little shit."

Natasha groans, rubbing her temple. "Unbelievable."

Carol just grins, before her expression softens. "Look, I get it, alright? You’re used to being in control, and she’s… well, she’s a wildcard."

Natasha stays silent, listening.

Carol smirks. "But she’s yours, Nat and you´re hers. You know that, right?"

Natasha doesn’t say anything for a moment. Then, quietly, "Yeah. I know."

Carol watches her, then lets out a teasing whistle. "Damn. You’re soft for her. It’s cute."

Natasha’s glare returns instantly. "Shut up."

Carol just laughs, shaking her head. "Alright, alright. I’ll stop. But, really, you don’t have to be weird about me and her. She’s your girl, and I wouldn’t mess with that."

Natasha sighs, finally relaxing just a little. "Yeah. Okay."

And just like that, the tension that had been lingering between them starts to fade. "But if you break her heart again, I will kick your ass."

"Please do," even Carol can see that Natasha is different this time, she truly mean it. Truly mean the love for you.

Meanwhile, you and Wanda are sitting at a cozy little café, sipping on warm drinks, completely relaxed... well, almost.

You tap your fingers against your cup, glancing toward the door like you might somehow see through it back to your apartment. Then, with a smirk, you say, "Five dollars on Carol annoying the hell out of Natasha."

Wanda doesn’t even hesitate. "Twenty dollars on that."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You’re that positive?"

Wanda sips her coffee, completely unbothered. "Oh, absolutely. I love Natasha, but she is terrible at hiding when something is bothering her. And Carol? She lives for that kind of thing."

You hum, considering. "Yeah, fair point. I just hope they don’t break anything in my apartment."

Wanda raises an eyebrow, her lips twitching. "I mean… you did lock them in together. That’s like throwing a match into a room full of gasoline."

You sigh dramatically. "Should we go check on them?"

Wanda shakes her head, stirring her coffee lazily. "Nope. If Natasha hasn’t texted for backup, it means they haven’t killed each other yet."

You purse your lips. "What if she’s too stubborn to ask for help?"

Wanda tilts her head, considering. "Good point… but also, we should let her suffer a little."

You chuckle, clinking your cup against hers. "Agreed."

You swirl your coffee absently, watching Wanda as she takes another slow sip of hers. The curiosity that’s been lingering in the back of your mind finally pushes itself forward.

"Wan?" you ask, tilting your head slightly.

She hums in response, lifting her gaze to meet yours. "Hm?"

You hesitate for a second before deciding to just ask. "Can I ask you something?"

A small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. "That depends. Am I going to regret saying yes?"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "No, it’s just… I was wondering." You pause, biting your lip. "How come you’re not jealous?"

She blinks at you, clearly not expecting that question. "Jealous?"

You nod, leaning forward slightly. "Yeah, I mean… with all this Carol and Natasha tension, you seem so chill about it. Like, I get that Natasha is over Carol, and Carol is over Natasha, but still. Most people would be at least a little weirded out."

Wanda tilts her head, considering your words for a moment. Then she shrugs. "I don’t know. I guess I just don’t feel the need to be."

You raise an eyebrow. "Just like that?"

She chuckles, setting her coffee down. "I mean, it’s not like I’ve never been jealous before. But with this? No. I know how much Natasha is over Carol. And vice versa. There’s nothing there anymore."

You nod slowly, trying to understand. "So it just… doesn’t bother you?"

"Not really," Wanda says, tapping her nails lightly against her cup. "I know Natasha. I know how she looks at me or you. And I know how Nat looks at Carol, like someone from her past, not someone she wants in her future." She offers you a small smile. "So, no. I don’t feel jealous. If anything, I think they just needed to talk. Some closure, you know?"

You exhale, nodding in agreement, "yeah, I get that."

By the time you and Wanda make it back to your apartment, the coffee has settled warm in your stomach, and the conversation from earlier still lingers in your mind. You weren’t sure what exactly you’d be walking into, but you had half-expected to return to a crime scene or at the very least, to Natasha pacing furiously while Carol grinned like she had just won a game.

Instead, when you unlock the door and step inside, you’re greeted by the sight of them… laughing.

Natasha is leaning back against the couch, her usual tension nowhere to be found, while Carol sits comfortably across from her, her arms lazily draped over the back of the chair. They’re mid-conversation, something light and easy, and whatever weight had existed between them before... it’s gone.

What?

You blink. Wanda does too.

"Huh," you say, exchanging a glance with Wanda. "Didn’t see that coming."

Carol looks up first, smirking as she gestures between herself and Natasha. "See? We didn’t kill each other."

"Shocking," Wanda quips, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

Natasha just rolls her eyes, but there’s a small smile on her lips as she looks at you. "You’re back early."

You snort, setting your keys down. "I figured we’d return to a mess, so we made it quick."

Carol grins. "Sorry to disappoint."

Wanda tilts her head, studying them. "So… you two are good?"

Natasha exhales, glancing at Carol, who shrugs like she already knew the answer. "Yeah," Natasha admits, and there’s something softer in her voice. "We’re good."

You watch as Carol nods in agreement, her teasing edge dialed down just a bit. "Told you."

Wanda leans into you, her voice warm. "Closure," she murmurs, and you smile, realizing that yeah this is exactly that.

You barely have time to settle in before Natasha turns her sharp gaze on you, arms crossed but a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Darling," she drawls, her voice deceptively sweet, "why didn’t you tell me Carol was in a relationship?"

Before you can answer, Wanda perks up beside you, her expression bright. "Ooooh! Congrats, Carol!"

Carol grins, clearly enjoying the moment. "Thanks."

You shrug, feigning innocence as you smile at Natasha. "Dunno… it was fun." Then, with a slow smirk, you add, "And you looked hot while being jealous, so."

Carol lets out a loud laugh, standing up and stretching like she’s been waiting for her perfect exit line. "Oop! My cue to leave." She winks at you. "Thanks for the fun closure, (Y/N). You guys enjoy the rest of what’s probably going to be a long night." She wiggles her fingers in a wave. "Byee."

With that, she strides toward the door, leaving behind nothing but an amused chuckle from Wanda and a very unimpressed Natasha.

You barely have a second to process Carol’s dramatic exit before Natasha raises an eyebrow at you, tilting her head in that way that makes your breath hitch. "Come here," she says, low and inviting.

Yeah Carol was absolutely right. This is going to be a long night.

Natasha pulls you on her lap, closing the distance with a slow, predatory grace that has your breath catching in your throat. Her hands find your waist, fingers pressing just enough to remind you who’s in charge here.

"You had fun teasing me, huh?" Natasha murmurs, tilting her head as she watches you with those sharp green eyes. "Keeping little secrets, making me jealous?"

Wanda hums from the couch, "oh, she really did," she smirks as she leans back, eyes flicking between you and Natasha with lazy amusement. "And now you have to deal with the consequences."

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out, especially when Natasha tugs you just a bit closer, her breath ghosting over your lips.

"I should remind you," Natasha whispers, her grip tightening slightly, "who you belong to."

Your stomach flips, heat creeping up your spine at the low possessiveness in her tone.

Wanda lets out a quiet laugh, stretching her arms above her head as if this isn’t affecting her at all. "Good luck, detka," she drawls, sounding entirely too pleased with herself.

You barely have time to glare at her before Natasha tilts your chin up with two fingers, her smirk deepening. "Let’s see if teasing me was worth it, hmm?"

Your breath catches as Natasha’s fingers trail along your jaw, her smirk never wavering. "What’s wrong, princess? No more teasing now?"

You try to say something... anything, but the way she’s looking at you, the way her body presses just slightly into yours, makes it incredibly difficult to think.

Mind is completly empty.

Wanda chuckles from her place on the couch, her amusement evident. "She was so bold earlier," she muses, shifting so she’s resting her chin in her palm, watching the two of you like this is the best form of entertainment. "Now look at her."

Natasha hums in agreement, her other hand slipping down to your hip, squeezing lightly. "Mm, I think she just likes pushing her luck," she murmurs, tilting her head. "Maybe she likes seeing what she can get away with."

You swallow, heat pooling in your panties. "I- "

"Shhh," Natasha cuts you off, leaning in just enough that your noses brush. "You had your fun, baby. Now it’s our turn."

Before you can even react, Wanda is suddenly behind you, her arms slipping around your waist, her breath warm against your ear. "I say we teach her a lesson," she says playfully, voice like velvet, her fingers grazing over you teasingly.

You barely stifle a gasp, your entire body tensing between them. "A lesson?" you manage to ask, your voice coming out weaker than you’d like.

Wanda hums, pressing the faintest of kisses just below your ear, her lips curving into a smirk. "Mhm. One that reminds her who she belongs to."

Natasha’s hand slides up your side, her fingers teasing along the fabric of your shirt, her smirk deepening. "What do you think, detka?" she murmurs, her voice all honeyed dominance. "Still enjoying your little game?"

You shiver, your knees almost buckling beneath you. "I- "

"Careful now," Wanda murmurs, "wouldn’t want you to get too overwhelmed too quickly."

Natasha chuckles darkly, her lips barely ghosting over yours. "Oh, I don’t know," she muses, her voice filled with pure teasing. "I think she likes being overwhelmed."

Wanda laughs softly. "Oh, she definitely does."

Wanda's lips trail lazily down your neck, her fingers tracing slow, agonizing patterns over your sides. Natasha, meanwhile, stays just close enough to be torturous, her smirk deep as she watches you squirm between them.

Natasha hums, her fingers barely ghosting over your arm. "Mhm. A little too much, I think." She tilts her head, feigning contemplation.

Your breath hitches, your hands instinctively grabbing at Natasha’s waist, trying to pull yourself closer. "Ah, ah. Naughty girls don’t get rewarded so easily," she chides, smirk deepening.

Wanda giggles against your neck. "Poor thing," she coos, mock sympathy lacing her tone. "Look at her."

You whimper, your body betraying you as more heat pools between your thighs. "No, no, please," you gasp out, tilting your head toward Natasha, trying to chase more.

Natasha chuckles, dark and pleased. "Oh, detka," she murmurs, her fingers finally dragging up your arm, agonizingly slow. "I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already this desperate." She glances at Wanda, her smirk turning absolutely wicked. "That’s the real fun."

Wanda sighs theatrically, as if considering something. "Maybe we should just leave her like this," she muses.

You shake your head quickly. "No, please, I- "

Natasha leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmurs, "Begging already? Tsk. You really do love being at our mercy, don’t you?"

Your entire body shudders, and Wanda laughs softly, pressing a teasing kiss just beneath your jaw. "She’s adorable when she’s like this," she whispers, her fingers still tracing teasing, feather-light touches against your skin.

Natasha chuckles, her fingers finally gripping your chin, tilting your head up so you’re forced to meet her gaze. "Then let’s see just how much she can take."

And with the way their eyes darken, you know you're in for a long, torturous night.

"No cumming until we say, got it?" You nod at Natasha´s words, but that´s not enough for neither of them, so you feel nails dig into your hips.

"Yes!" you squal, and shake your head, "no cumming without your permission." You´re too desperate to notice the subtle exchange between Wanda and Natasha.

"Good. Girl." Natasha whispers into your ear.

Before you can fully process the heat ruining your panties, Natasha's hands slide down to your thighs, gripping firmly as she stands, effortlessly lifting you into her arms. A surprised gasp escapes you, and you instinctively cling to her shoulders, but she only smirks, her grip tightening.

"You’re coming with me," she murmurs, starting toward your bedroom with determined steps.

Behind you, Wanda chuckles, the sound low and knowing. "I’ll get it," she says vaguely, but before you can even think to ask what it is, Natasha is already pushing your bedroom door open and stepping inside.

The moment your back meets the mattress, Natasha is on you, caging you in with her presence, her hands bracketing your wrists against the sheets. Your breath hitches, your mind briefly scrambling to remember where Wanda went, what she was supposed to bring, but the thought disappears as quickly as it came.

Because Natasha is looking at you like she owns you. Like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you.

And with the way her knee presses between your thighs, pinning you down completely, all you can think about is her. And the need between your thighs.

Natasha’s lips trail down your jaw, slow and deliberate, her breath hot against your skin. She’s taking her time, making sure you’re completely occupied, lost in the way she presses against you, the way her fingers ghost over your sides, just barely enough to make you squirm.

"Look at you," she murmurs, dragging her lips along your pulse point before nipping at your skin, making you gasp.

You barely register the sound of the door opening again, too caught up in the way Natasha’s weight pins you down. But then-

"Miss me?" Wanda's voice is a sweet contrast to the wicked amusement in her tone.

You tilt your head, your eyes flicking toward her, but the moment you see what she’s holding, your stomach twists with anticipation.

Silky restraints.

Your breath catches. You hadn’t even realized Natasha had been keeping you distracted for a reason.

"Oh, she definitely missed you," Natasha smirks, shifting just enough for Wanda to crawl onto the bed and giving her space. "Didn’t even notice you were gone."

"How cute," Wanda mocks, straddling your hips, her fingers tracing along your arms as she guides them above your head.

You shudder at her touch, your pulse quickening. "Wanda- "

"Shhh, detka," she soothes, securing the restraints around your wrists, tightening them just enough to make you feel it. "It’s just a little something to keep you in place. We both know how much you love that."

Natasha hums in agreement, "and since you’ve been so naughty tonight…" She smirks, dragging her nails down your throat. "You don’t get to have everything you want."

You whimper, tugging lightly against the restraints, but Wanda only grins, leaning down to brush a kiss against your temple.

"Good luck," she purrs. "You’re going to need it."

You tug lightly against the restraints again, testing them, but they hold firm. Your breath is uneven, your skin buzzing with anticipation, but there’s also confusion swirling in your mind.

"But how did- "

Natasha cuts you off with a smirk, brushing her fingers along your jaw. "One thing about us that I thought you already knew," she murmurs, her voice smooth and taunting, "is that we always come prepared."

Of course they do.

Wanda hums in agreement, her fingers dancing over your stomach, barely touching, just enough to make you shiver. "It’s adorable that you still think you have the upper hand sometimes."

You whine, tilting your head back against the pillow. "That’s not- "

"Shhh, princess," Natasha coos, trailing a finger down your throat before pressing a teasing kiss to your collarbone.

Your hips shift instinctively, but Wanda tuts, her fingers gripping your waist. "Patience, detka," she chides, her voice dripping with amusement. "We won’t let you have it. Not yet."

A whimper escapes your lips, your wrists straining against the restraints as your body burns with the need for more.

"Aww," Wanda coos, shifting to sit beside you, her hand coming up to brush some stray strands of hair from your face. Her touch is feather-light, her voice deceptively sweet. "Poor thing. All tied up with nowhere to go."

You glare at her half-heartedly, but the smug little smile on her lips tells you she’s thoroughly enjoying this. "You´re being mean!"

"Mean?" Wanda gasps, pressing a dramatic hand to her chest. "I would never." Then, she leans in, voice dropping to a soft murmur near your ear. "I’m just here to make sure you don’t fall apart too soon."

Your breath catches, and you’re about to say something, maybe throw a challenge her way, when Natasha hums lowly.

"Don’t push it, Wan," she warns, a sharp but amused edge to her tone.

Wanda straightens instantly, her teasing demeanor shifting just a fraction. She glances at you, then back at Natasha, reading the shift in dynamic immediately.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Wanda muses, but there's something else in her tone now a touch of playful deference, a careful step backward. She’s testing her own limits, but she knows better than to cross the line.

You, on the other hand, are left somewhere between frustration and anticipation, entirely at their mercy.

"How about you keep your mouth occupied, hm?" Natasha´s hand slightly tug on Wanda´s hair and even in your state you can notice the shift in her eyes.

"Mhmm," Wanda mumbles as she shift closer to you and her hands start to take off your pants.

"Just because (Y/N) is getting punished doesn´t mean I can´t punish you as well, Maximoff." Natasha glares at Wanda.

Oh boy, this is making you so worked on.

Fuck.

Wanda nods, "I´m sorry," she hopes that this is enough, since she´s as desperate as you are.

Natasha hums and with a nod Wanda starts to take off your pants, but before she can take off your panties as well the redhead speaks up again. "Keep her panties on, I want them messy."

Wanda nods and even though she sees the vision, she wanted to devour you without any distractions.

Oh my god, they will be the cause of your death.

Even in the state Wanda was in, she will never ever forget to be a gentleman, so she softly and gently kisses her way into your panties, which makes Natasha chuckle.

You immedietly open your legs, needing her to touch you in the right spot. You´re lucky Wanda is as needy as you, because she doesn´t waste any more time and she pulls your wet panties to the side, making herself occupied with your warm pussy.

Natasha is so pleased about what she´s seeing, so she leaves Wanda to do whatever she wants... for now. You can feel her tongue on your clit, she´s eating you out like you´re her last and only meal.

For fuck sake her tongue is so so so fucking great.

What seems like a seconds to both you and Wanda, Natasha has been staring at the two of you for almost ten minutes, before she finally steps in.

"How about you left something to me, hm?" But Wanda doesn´t respond to Natasha´s words, she keeps going, licking every single of your wetness, which is not so amazing idea.

Natasha’s eyes darken, her jaw tightening as she watches Wanda blatantly disobey her. The room feels warmer, charged with something electric, and even in your dazed state, you can sense the shift.

"Wanda," Natasha’s voice is low, controlled, but there’s an edge to it. A warning. "I said, pull away."

But Wanda, ever the tease, only lifts her gaze slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. She doesn’t move, her lips curling into something dangerously close to defiance. "I heard you," she murmurs, but she still doesn’t obey and goes back to tasting you.

And you, of course, doesn´t mind at all.

Natasha exhales through her nose, tilting her head as if assessing her. Then, without breaking eye contact, she reaches forward, fingers grabing Wanda’s hair, just enough to make her listen.

"You’re pushing it," Natasha murmurs, tugging on her hair more, not rough, but firm enough to make a point.

Wanda shivers, and for the first time, the playful confidence flickers just slightly. She swallows, but still smirks. "Maybe I like pushing."

Natasha’s lips twitch, like she’s amused despite herself, but she doesn’t let it show. "So now I have two brats, hm?" she counters, leaning in so close that Wanda’s breath hitches. "Pull away or I´ll spank your ass so bad you won´t be able to sit through your nail appointment."

There’s a beat of silence, thick with tension, before Wanda finally exhales and pulls back. "Understood," she says, voice softer now.

"Good girl," Natasha murmurs, releasing Wanda’s hair.

You’re watching them, caught somewhere between fascination and pure awe, and when Natasha finally shifts her attention back to you, that cocky smirk is fully back in place.

"Now," she purrs, her gaze sweeping over you. "Where were we?"

You hesitate for a moment, thinking Natasha’s words were more of a statement than a question. But when the silence lingers, and her expectant gaze remains on you, you realize that she wants an answer.

"I- uh... Wanda was- you know and um..." You stumble over your words, heat creeping up your neck as you shift slightly under Natasha’s sharp, assessing gaze.

Her lips twitch in amusement. "Would you like to continue that?"

You nod so fast it’s almost embarrassing. "Very much so, yes please."

Natasha hums, dragging her fingers along your jaw before turning her attention to Wanda. "Wanda, entertain yourself." A smirk curves her lips. "But no finishing."

Wanda lets out a small, exaggerated sigh but doesn’t argue, instead tilting her head with that signature glint of mischief in her eyes as her hand make its way to her pants.

Natasha’s gaze flicks between the two of you, her expression unwavering as she leans in slightly. "Just because there are two of you doesn’t mean I won’t have control. Noted?"

"Yes," you and Wanda answer at the exact same time.

Natasha chuckles, shaking her head. "Good girls." She knows that both of you need to be punished, but it´s funnier to punish both of you while you´re both needy and completly at her mercy. So she´s leading the two of you exactly where she wants you to be.

"Please-" you let out softly, you need her. Her hands. Her mouth. Her tongue. Her anything and everything.

"Oh detka, look at you." She cooes, "poor thing, don´t worry, I will handle this-" Natasha´s hand meets your pussy with a quick smack that makes you flinch. "I will take care of this wet pussy," her eyes are dark, full of lust and you´re not sure if you´re supposed to be excited or scared.

Wanda on the other hand is already close to cum, she´s fighting so hard not to let go. Not to break the rules just one more time for her sweet release. But she knows what would have happen, she needs to hold on.

While Natasha´s fingers spread you open, she doesn´t miss the sounds Wanda is making, "stop if necessary, but don´t you dare to cum, Maximoff." Her words are sharp, that it makes your heart beat even faster.

"Uhm," the younger woman mumbles, as she stops fucking her fingers inside.

You quickly glance at Wanda, "eyes on me," Natasha leans in and grabs your chin, "there you go." She lets go of your chin and goes back to your dripping core. Fuck you´re messy. "Hips up, baby."

You shift and move your hips up as you watch Natasha pulls off your wet panties. Slowly and hungrily, you notice that Natasha puts your dirty black panties to her pocket, but your mind is occupied quickly, since Natasha is back to where you need her the most. Kissing your thighs softly, as she is also a gentle lady.

"Natty-" you whine out, so needy for anything the woman will give you. Your pretty noises makes Wanda moan out loud, you try your hardest not to look at her, so you can only imagine her long fingers deep inside her. Pumping in and out, while her juices are all over her.

"God, where did your patience go? Hm? Fine." And with that Natasha´s fingers slide into so easily. And she is not gentle, no... it´s the other way around.

Oh fuck.

She´s pumping her fingers fast and the only thought in your head is overstimulation. You´re so hapy, but at the same time you know that she will make you pay for everything you did and didn´t do.

Your mind is a blur, caught somewhere between pleasure and overwhelming sensation, every nerve alight as you struggle to ground yourself. But there’s no escape, not from the way Natasha is watching you, her sharp green eyes locked onto your every reaction, nor from the way Wanda is nearby, she´s also on the line between letting go and being Natasha´s good girl.

Natasha’s presence is suffocating in the best way, her touch deliberate, her movements calculated, her fingers curling in the right spot, and yet it’s the little things that overwhelm you just as much - the faint scent of her cologne, a mix of something deep and smoky with a hint of spice, clinging to her skin as she leans in close. The warmth of her breath against your temple, the quiet, knowing hum she lets out whenever you clench around her.

You don’t even realize you’re whimpering out loud until you hear Wanda needy chuckle, low and sweet. "Fuck-", tilting her head as if she’s committing every detail of this moment to memory.

You look at her weakly, unable to form proper words, and Natasha exhales a small, pleased laugh. "Oh, detka," she murmurs, voice smooth as silk yet carrying a weight that makes your stomach flip. "This is just warm up."

Your mind struggles to keep up, but then... her voice, smooth as velvet, cuts through the fog.

"Alright, my sweet little messes," Natasha purrs, her tone dripping with amusement. "You want to reach the finish line? Then you better earn it. Cum or don´t, but it will be your loss."

You barely process her words before she continues, her voice slow, teasing. "Ten."

Wanda stiffens, a flicker of confusion crossing her face, but Natasha doesn’t give either of you a moment to think.

"Nine."

Your body tenses, a desperate little whimper escaping before you can stop it. Wanda’s fingers twitch, like she’s already bracing herself, already feeling the weight of whatever Natasha has planned.

"Oh, you poor things," Natasha coos, eyes gleaming with mischief as her fingers speed up in your hole. "So desperate. So needy. And yet… so very helpless."

Your breath stutters, and Wanda swallows hard, her lips parting like she wants to protest, but Natasha just smirks.

"Eight," she continues, tilting her head as she drags out the word. "You still with me, detka? Or is the pretty little head too fogged up to keep count? I know Wanda is already gone."

Wanda glares at her, but there’s no real heat behind it, just frustration laced with anticipation. You, on the other hand, can barely function, and Natasha knows it. She clicks her tongue, mock pity dripping from her voice.

"Seven."

She watches you both like a cat playing with its food, eyes alight with something dangerous, something utterly intoxicating. "I should make you beg, really. Should make you tell me just how much you need me. But look at you- " she sighs, shaking her head with a grin. "You’re already wrecked, and I’ve barely even done anything."

Anything?! She´s fucking me with her-

You moan loudly as Natasha thrust her finger deep inside of you, and Wanda sucks in a sharp breath, shifting slightly like she wants to reach for you, but Natasha tuts, eyes flashing.

"Ah, ah, ah. No helping each other. If you want it, you’ll listen."

She leans in closer, her scent overwhelming, her voice dipping lower. "Six."

Wanda stays in her spot, staring at Natasha´s fingers disappearing inside of your pussy. As she copies Natasha´s pace.

"Five."

The number drips from Natasha’s lips like honey, slow and drawn out, as if she’s savoring every second of your anticipation. You’re barely holding on, body taut, brain fogged with nothing but her voice, her presence, her control. Your hands are hurting form how much you´re holding onto the silky restraints.

Wanda´s fingers twitching, thighs pressing together. She looks like she wants to do something, to rebel in some way, but Natasha just chuckles, shaking her head in mock disappointment.

"Poor baby," she murmurs, tilting her head "You don’t like waiting, do you?"

Wanda’s breath hitches, her lips parting, but no words come out. You feel like you’re in the same state... floating somewhere between desperation and the overwhelming feeling.

"Four."

A needy little whimper escaping before you can stop it. Natasha’s eyes snap to you instantly, dark amusement flickering across her features.

"Oh, detka," she purrs, leaning in closer, "you sound so pretty when you're falling apart for me."

You’re not even sure if you’re breathing anymore.

"Three."

She drags out the word, watching you and Wanda with the kind of confidence that makes your stomach flip.

"So cute," she muses, "all wide-eyed and obedient now. Not so mouthy anymore, huh?"

Neither of you dare to speak, but Wanda exhales shakily, her eyes darting to yours as if she’s searching for something. Reassurance, maybe. But before either of you can process it, Natasha’s voice slices through the haze again.

"Two."

Your pulse pounds. Wanda clench around herself, she needs to cum now. She needs it so fucking bad.

And then... Natasha leans in, brushing her lips against your ear, her voice nothing more than a whisper, but somehow more commanding than anything before. Her fingers are still at very fast pace, but she laso starts to thrust with more power now.

"One."

Your entire body is on edge, anticipation coiling tight in your stomach, but Natasha pulls back, just far enough to look between you and Wanda, smirking at your ruined expressions.

And then- "Zero."

She doesn’t give either of you time to think, her fingers leaving your pusssy and she immedietly leans to Wanda and she grabs her hand, snatching it away.

What?

The release, the rush, the moment you’ve been so desperately chasing.

But nothing happens.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you blink up at her, mind scrambling, body still wound impossibly tight. Beside you, Wanda lets out a broken sound, shifting in frustration, realization settling over both of you at the same time.

She... she bluffed.

Your chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths, and when you finally meet Natasha’s gaze, she’s just smiling. Smug, entertained, completely unbothered by the absolute wreckage she’s left in her wake.

"Oh, you should see your faces." She tilts her head, lips curling into a slow, satisfied smirk. "Absolutely priceless."

Wanda makes a frustrated noise, fingers curling into the sheets as she glares at Natasha. "That’s not fair."

You nod quickly, still struggling to find words. "Yeah! You- you can’t just- " You gesture vaguely, still feeling dizzy with need. "You said zero!"

Natasha just arches a perfect brow. "And? Since when did I say I had to let you finish?"

Your jaw drops.

Wanda’s brows furrow in pure, petulant frustration. "That’s cruel."

Natasha shrugs, clearly thriving in your combined suffering, she licks her fingers clean, loving the taste you left on her fingers. "You being a brat is cruel too." She leans in closer, eyes glinting with amusement. "Do I complain? No. I just make a payback."

You groan, shifting against the pillows, moving your hands in the restraints. Wanda crosses her arms, lips pressed into a thin line, but there’s no real anger there, just deep frustration.

"You’re evil." You pout up at Natasha, hoping - praying - that maybe, just maybe, she’ll take mercy on you.

She just chuckles, brushing her fingers over your jaw, a featherlight touch that makes your stomach flip. "Oh, detka," she murmurs, voice nothing but smooth, unshakable confidence. "You love it."

Wanda huffs, but Natasha just shifts her gaze toward her, amusement still dancing in her eyes. "And you," she muses, tapping a finger against Wanda’s chin. "Did you really think you could be a fucking brat and get away with it?"

Wanda swallows, "I´m sorry."

Natasha hums, her smirk widening. "Yeah. That’s what I thought."

You both groan in unison, completely at her mercy, and Natasha just thrives in it, dragging out the moment, letting the weight of her control settle in.

You don’t care anymore.

Maybe you should care, maybe you should hold onto the last shreds of your dignity, try to look like you’re not completely at Natasha’s mercy. But who cares? Not when your body is still thrumming, still aching with need. Not when Wanda is right there beside you, looking just as desperate, just as undone.

So you do the only thing you can think of.

You shift, trying to reaching for Natasha, even when your hands are still above your head, "Natasha, please," you murmur, voice soft, breathless. "I- please, don’t do this."

Natasha tilts her head, watching you with amusement, fingers trailing down your stomach with a featherlight touch that makes you shiver. "Don’t do what exactly?"

You whimper, frustration bubbling in your throat, but you don’t stop. Instead, you shift again, "I’ll do anything- just please- "

Natasha hums, clearly enjoying herself. "Anything?"

You nod, desperate, but then, then you hesitate. Because it’s not just about you, is it?

Your eyes flick toward Wanda, who’s been quiet, biting her lip, still wound tight with anticipation and frustration. And without thinking, without stopping to consider how needy it might sound, you turn back to Natasha and say, "Not just me. Please- please don’t leave Wanda like this either."

That does something.

Wanda’s head snaps toward you, eyes widening in surprise, a soft gasp leaving her lips. She wasn’t expecting that. She wasn’t expecting you to beg for her too.

And Natasha? Natasha’s amusement shifts into something else entirely. She watches you for a long moment, considering, clearly pleased by the way you’re falling apart for her, the way you’re still thinking of Wanda even when you’re this desperate.

Then, slowly, she smirks.

"What if I only let Wanda finish, hm?"

You freeze, eyes darting between them, heartbeat hammering. But then, after a moment, you swallow your pride and turn to Wanda, eyes searching hers, voice soft. "Okay. Fine. But- " You take a breath, looking back at Natasha, pleading. "Please. She didn’t mean to be a brat, she just- you know…"

Wanda stares at you, eyes flickering with something unreadable, something warm and surprised.

Natasha hums, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along your skin, her sharp green eyes flicking between you and Wanda. She looks amused, intrigued, entirely entertained by your desperation.

"You would let Wanda finish but not you?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

You swallow hard, nodding without hesitation. "Yeah."

Wanda’s breath catches beside you.

And Natasha grins. "Look, darling," she purrs, turning her attention to Wanda, her fingers tilting your chin up so you can’t look away. "Look how precious she is toward you."

Wanda doesn’t respond right away, still staring at you like she can’t quite believe what just happened. There’s something unreadable in her gaze, something warm, something fond.

Natasha’s smirk softens just a little not enough to lose her edge, but enough to make your stomach flip. She brushes her knuckles against your cheek, her touch deceptively gentle.

"You’re so kind, baby," she murmurs, amusement laced in her voice, but there’s something deeper there too. Something indulgent.

Wanda exhales, still watching you with that unreadable look, and Natasha hums as if thinking it over.

Then, she nods.

"Well," she drawls, her thumb ghosting over your bottom lip, "being kind and such a good girl... that does deserve a reward, doesn’t it?"

Her grin sharpens, and you feel Wanda shift closer to you, anticipation crackling in the air.

“Go on then, make yourself cum." And with that Natasha just gives you and Wanda kiss a soft one, which suprises the both of you. Her hands falls on Wanda waist as she moves her closer to you.

Wanda just looks at Natasha, "it´s up to us?" And to that, the older woman just nods. Without missing a beat Wanda takes her pants and panties off, throwing it somewhere in the room. "Just lay pretty for me," she mumbles as you can´t really escape anywhere since you´re still tied to the bed. Wanda chuckles at that as she realizes, "sorry, baby."

She immedietly positions herself in between your legs, starts to move her hips and rub her pussy against yours. Wanda is very soft and gentle,  it's just the right amount of pressure and intimacy to feel amazing and ease your neediness. And since both of you are so wet, it´s very easy to move your hips. But Wanda´s nails digs into your thigh, "I said don´t move," she mumbles.

You listen, there is no way you´re risking another punishment, you moan out loud, which makes Natasha very proud, maybe you´re not so bratty after all.

Wanda moves her hips faster, she´s so close and so are you. Of course the redhead notices that, so her hands rubs Wanda´s back and she whispers, "you can let go, you did so good." Then her green eyes meets yours, "go on baby, cum for me."

And you did. No need to be told twice.

Oh those sounds, Natasha is a little sad she didn´t record this, hearing the both of her girls needy like this, letting go for her. But that´s a thing for some other time.

She helps to move Wanda back to the bed, laying her next to you, then she softly unwrap your hands from the restraints. You sigh contentedly, your body warm and pleasantly exhausted, but as Natasha starts to move away, you instinctively reach out, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her back to you and Wanda.

Natasha huffs out a surprised laugh, her body colliding with yours. "Oh my god, how come you´re so strong," she teases, but she doesn’t resist. Instead, she settles in, draping herself over you with a smirk. "Okay, okay, cuddles it is."

Wanda chuckles softly from the other side of you, tucking herself against your shoulder. "You’re insatiable, detka," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

You hum in satisfaction, basking in the warmth of both of them. Natasha’s fingers trace lazy patterns along your arm, while Wanda strokes a hand through your hair, her touch gentle and soothing. It’s quiet for a moment, just the sound of steady breathing and the occasional sleepy sigh filling the space.

Then, unexpectedly, Natasha presses a kiss to your temple and murmurs, "Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back."

You grumble in protest, tightening your grip, but she chuckles, prying herself free. "Just trust me, sweetheart."

Wanda shifts, watching Natasha with knowing amusement as she disappears into the bathroom. A moment later, you hear the sound of water running.

You blink up at Wanda. "What is she doing?"

Wanda smiles, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Something that means more than she’ll ever admit."

A few minutes later, Natasha returns, rolling her eyes at your confused expression. "Come on," she says, reaching for your hand. "Bath’s ready."

You hesitate, glancing toward Wanda, but she just grins, her eyes soft with understanding.

As they settle into the aftercare routine, Natasha is quiet but efficient. She doesn’t just clean you up, she draws a bath, making sure the temperature is perfect, adding something relaxing like lavender essential oil she found out in your bathroom. The steam fills the air, carrying the soft floral scent, and she tests the water with her fingers before turning to you.

"Come on, sweetheart," she murmurs, her voice softer now. She helps you in, her hands steady as she guides you down into the warmth. The heat soaks into your muscles, easing every lingering ache, and you sigh, melting into it.

But then, Natasha does something unexpected. Instead of just handing you a washcloth and letting you clean up, she rolls up the sleeves of one of her shirts and kneels by the edge of the tub. She picks up a soft cloth, dips it in the water, and starts to wash you herself. Slow, careful strokes over your arms, shoulders, and back.

At first, you don’t think much of it, just letting yourself be taken care of. But Wanda comes, sitting on the closed toilet lid, notices immediately. She watches the way Natasha moves, the usual precision of her hands softened into something far more intimate.

A slow smile spreads across Wanda’s lips, but she doesn’t say anything just yet.

Natasha doesn’t rush. She takes her time, running the warm cloth over your skin with a tenderness that feels almost out of place for her. But she doesn’t hesitate, it´s like this is as natural as breathing.

Then, when she runs the cloth over your wrists, where the restraints had been, she pauses for just a second. Her thumb brushes over the faint marks left behind, and she murmurs, almost to herself, "Don’t want you hurting."

It’s quiet. Simple. But something about it makes Wanda’s gaze soften even more.

Because she knows.

This isn’t just Natasha taking care of you, it’s her way of saying I love you.

And Wanda, recognizing the moment for what it is, "softie."

Natasha rolls her eyes but doesn’t deny it. Instead, she just smirks, flicking a little water in Wanda’s direction before turning her attention back to you.

You giggle, then you look back at Natasha, "but what about you-" she doesn´t even let you finnish.

"Just shut up and let me take care of you," she mutters, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead.

And you do. Because, for once, you don’t need to do anything but let yourself be loved.

Wanda can´t help but giggle again, which makes Natasha raise her eyebrow, "I don´t like when you two team up, so get your ass in here as well." She orders to Wanda and she takes off her shirt and joins your bath.

As the night winds down, you’re curled up between Natasha and Wanda, warm and drowsy under the covers of your bed. Natasha’s fingers trace lazy patterns on your arm, while Wanda presses soft kisses to your shoulder. The comfort of it all makes your eyelids heavy, the steady rhythm of their breathing lulling you toward sleep.

Then, your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

With a tired groan, you reach for it, blinking at the brightness of the screen. A new message from Carol.

Carol: You’re welcome for getting laid. 😉

You snort, biting your lip to stifle a laugh. Wanda shifts beside you, murmuring sleepily, "What’s so funny?"

Still grinning, you tilt the screen so they both can see. Natasha huffs, shaking her head. "I swear to God…"

Wanda just laughs, pressing her face against your shoulder. "She’s not wrong, though."

You hum, setting your phone aside and settling back into the warmth of their embrace. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe I should send her a thank-you gift."

Natasha groans, dragging you closer. "Absolutely not."

Wanda smirks. "I dunno, Nat. I think it’s only fair."

"Don’t encourage her."

You giggle, pressing a kiss to Natasha’s jaw, then Wanda’s lips, before closing your eyes with a satisfied sigh. "Fine. No thank-you gift. Just… remind me to buy her a drink next time."

Wanda hums, already half-asleep. Natasha mutters something in Russian under her breath, but you catch the way she tightens her hold around you, pulling you impossibly closer.

And as the three of you drift off, tangled together in the soft glow of the night, you think, yeah, maybe I do owe Carol a drink.

In the end... third time is truly a charm. Wow. It´s the end you guys:( thank you so much for reading this series it was so fun to write, thank you thank you! it so amazing to read your comments, im kicking my feet like a little girl at every single one<3 i hope you will like some of my future projects as well!

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harper days | always sunny in australia

pairings: harper gorry x sister!reader, mini gorry x teen!reader

summary: you babysit harper, a master manipulator, for the day

warnings: lost children

notes: i had no idea how much i needed harper and chickie written together

“Are you sure I’m the right person for this?” You shifted awkwardly, glancing at Mini with uncertainty. “I mean, if it’s about the cost of a regular babysitter, I’d be happy to chip in and help you pay—”

“Chickie,” Mini interrupted with a small smile, resting a hand on your arm. “Harper loves you. She specifically requested you today and refused anybody else. Please do me a solid?”

You sighed, still not entirely convinced. But before you could come up with another excuse, a small body crashed into your legs, tiny arms wrapping tightly around you.

“Chick! I missed you!” Harper’s voice was filled with excitement, and when you looked down, you were met with her beaming face as she hugged you with all the strength her little body could muster.

You couldn’t help but smile as you ruffled her hair. “I missed you too, Harps.”

Mini folded her arms, raising an eyebrow. “Still think you’re not the right person for this?”

You hesitated for a moment, but Harper was already clinging to you like you were her favorite person in the world, and the thought of letting her down made your stomach twist.

“You really think I can handle it?” you asked, still a little unsure.

Mini nodded firmly. “Absolutely. You’re great with her. And, honestly, she’s probably going to be the one taking care of you by the end of the day.”

Harper nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, Chick, I got this!”

You laughed, finally relenting. “Alright, alright. You win. We’ll have the best day ever.”

Mini sighed in relief. “Thank you. You have no idea how much this helps me.” She crouched down to Harper’s level. “Be good for Chickie, okay?”

Harper gave her mom an exaggerated thumbs-up. “Always!”

Mini shot you a knowing look. “That’s a lie, but good luck.”

After a few more instructions and an over-the-shoulder “Text me if you need anything!”, Mini finally headed out, leaving you alone with Harper, who was already bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“So, Harps, what do you wanna do today?”

Her eyes lit up instantly. “Play at the playground! And play football! And have a picnic!”

You chuckled. “That’s quite a list. But you know what?” You crouched down to her level, grinning. “We’re gonna do all of it.”

Harper let out an excited squeal, grabbing your hand and tugging you toward the door. “Let’s go, Chick! We have so much to do!”

The grocery store was buzzing with people, but you and Harper were on a mission. With a small shopping cart that was definitely not meant to be used as a race car (despite Harper’s best attempts), the two of you navigated the aisles, picking out sandwiches, fruit, juice boxes, and enough snacks to last the entire afternoon.

“Ooh! Chick, can we get the star cookies?” Harper pointed excitedly at a package, eyes wide with hope.

You pretended to think about it, tapping your chin. “Hmm… what’s the magic word?”

Harper beamed. “Please?”

You grabbed the cookies and tossed them in the cart. “That’s my girl.”

After loading up on picnic essentials, you found yourself in the sports section, eyes scanning the shelves for a kiddie football. It didn’t take long before something caught your attention, an Arsenal-branded football, perfectly sized for Harper.

“Harps, check this out!” You held up the ball, and her face lit up.

“IT’S RED!” she cheered.

“Just like our team,” you said, kneeling down in front of her. “Wanna make it official?”

Harper nodded rapidly, so you pulled out your phone and hit record.

“Alright, Harps,” you said, holding the ball up, “who’s your favorite team?”

“ARSENAL!” she shouted.

“And what color is London?”

“RED!”

“And who’s your favorite player?”

Harper giggled before launching herself at you, wrapping her arms around your neck. “You!”

Your heart practically melted, but you still had one more thing to teach her. “Alright, repeat after me—North…”

“NORTH!”

“London…”

“LONDON!”

“Forever.”

“FOREVER!”

You stopped recording and grinned. “Perfect. You’re officially one of us.”

Harper clutched the ball like it was her most prized possession, and you ruffled her hair before steering the cart toward the checkout line.

As you placed your items on the conveyor belt, Harper stood beside you, still bouncing with excitement. You were just about to grab your wallet when she gasped dramatically.

“Chick! Look! It’s Kyra and Charli!”

Your eyes snapped up, but before you could register where exactly she saw them, Harper had already wandered off, her tiny legs carrying her toward the chaos that was Kyra Cooney-Cross and Charli Grant in a store.

By the time you finished paying and looked down, Harper was gone.

Panic surged through you instantly. Your chest tightened, and the air around you suddenly felt too thick.

“Harper?” Your voice wavered as you frantically scanned the store. “Harper?”

Your breathing picked up as worst-case scenarios flooded your mind.

Then, a familiar voice cut through the noise. “Chickie?”

You turned to see Steph standing nearby, a concerned look on her face. She had a basket in one hand, but her focus was entirely on you.

“I—I can’t find Harper,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Steph immediately stepped closer, placing a firm but gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey, breathe. She’s probably with Kyra and Charli, yeah? Let’s go find them.”

You took a shaky breath, nodding. Steph was right. Harper had said she saw them. And if she was with them, she was safe.

The two of you moved quickly through the aisles, scanning for any sign of Kyra’s unmistakable energy or Charli’s bright blonde hair.

Finally, near the home goods section, you spotted them and sure enough, there was Harper, hoisted up in Kyra’s arms as Charli tried to steady her.

“You got it, Harps?” Kyra asked as the little girl stretched toward a stuffed koala on the highest shelf.

Almost immediately, relief crashed over you. “Harper!”

The three of them froze, turning to face you. Harper beamed. “Chick! Look, I found a koala!”

Kyra and Charli, meanwhile, both looked equally confused.

“Wait,” Charli frowned, looking between you and Harper, “she’s your kid for today?”

Kyra blinked. “How did she even get here?”

Steph crossed her arms. “That’s what we’d all like to know.”

You wasted no time in striding forward and pulling Harper into a tight hug. “You scared me, Harps.”

Harper hugged you back, small arms wrapping around your neck. “Sorry, Chick… I just saw Kyra and Charli and wanted to say hi.”

You sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Next time, you tell me first, okay?”

Harper nodded, and you pulled back to give her a soft smile.

Kyra, however, nudged Charli and muttered, “Look at our little Chickie. All grown up.”

You shot her a glare. “Kyra, I swear—”

Steph clapped her hands together. “Alright, enough of that. Harper’s safe, Chickie’s no longer panicking, and Kyra and Charli are somehow still standing after whatever this was.” She looked at you. “Let’s get back to our actual plans, yeah?”

You nodded, taking Harper’s hand. “Yeah. Let’s go have our picnic.”

Harper grinned. “And play football!”

Kyra smirked. “Don’t let her nutmeg you, Chick.”

“Oh, piss off Cooney-Cross,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. “I taught her.”

With Harper’s hand in yours, you led her back toward the front of the store, your heart finally settling after that brief moment of sheer panic. But one thing was for sure, Harper was going to be glued to your side for the rest of the day.

The park was quiet except for the occasional sounds of kids playing and the rhythmic thud of a football being passed between you and Harper. She was full of energy, her little legs moving as fast as they could to keep up with you. Every time she managed to get the ball past you, she would let out a triumphant cheer, arms raised above her head like she had just won the World Cup.

“You’re getting too good, Harps,” you teased, tapping the ball back toward her. “Might have to start calling you the next Sam Kerr.”

Harper gasped dramatically. “No! I wanna be like you!”

That made you pause, warmth spreading through your chest. “Oh yeah?”

Harper nodded eagerly. “You teach me cool tricks! And you’re the best!”

You laughed, shaking your head as you knelt down. “Alright then, little legend. Let’s learn a new trick.”

For the next thirty minutes, you showed her how to pull off a simple step-over. At first, she kept tripping over her own feet, but after some exaggerated demonstrations (and a few dramatic tumbles on your end just to make her laugh), she finally got it. The moment she successfully pulled it off, she shrieked with joy and immediately demanded you record her doing it so she could show Mini.

After wearing yourselves out, you packed up and headed back to your and Sam’s place, where the second you sat down on the couch, Harper immediately climbed into your lap, demanding Bluey.

Not that you were going to say no.

So there you were, curled up on the couch, Harper tucked into your side as the two of you watched episode after episode. Harper giggled at the show, occasionally quoting lines before they even happened, while you felt yourself slowly sinking deeper into relaxation.

That’s how Mini found you when she came to get Harper.

“Alright, Miss Harper,” Mini sighed, hands on her hips. “Time to get ready for bed.”

Harper clung to you tighter, her little arms wrapping around your torso. “Noooo, I wanna stay with Chick!”

Mini groaned. “Harper…”

You glanced down at the little girl, who was now nuzzling into your hoodie, clearly refusing to budge. With a small chuckle, you looked up at Mini. “I can keep her for the night, if you want.”

Mini exhaled in relief. “If you’re sure? She’s all yours.”

Harper perked up, eyes shining. “YAY!”

Mini shook her head, muttering something about you spoiling her daughter before leaving you and Harper snuggled up once more. At some point, exhaustion won out, and the two of you dozed off.

Sam, who had just come home from rehab, paused at the doorway, a slow smile spreading across her face. You and Harper were curled up in the exact same position, mouths slightly open, Harper’s tiny body cradled in your arms like she belonged there.

Shaking her head in amusement, Sam pulled out her phone, snapped a picture, and immediately sent it to the Matildas group chat.

sam

Found Chickadee and her mini-me. Pretty sure I’m being replaced.

Before she could even put her phone away, replies flooded in.

kyra

LMAOOOO

mini

I literally tried to take her off Chickie but she refused

steph

My heart. This is too cute.

ellie

They even sleep the same????

Sam rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help the fond chuckle that escaped her. She grabbed a blanket and gently draped it over the both of you before ruffling your hair lightly.

“Goodnight, ya little chook,” she murmured before heading to bed.

[deadpanjisung]

ʚ♡all your fantasies♡ɞ

pairing: bf!bangchan x afab!reader x hyunjin  genre: smut, drabble, suggestive, angst

MDNI!!!!

wc: 2.8k cw: cockwarming, unprotected sex, hyunjin’s a third wheel for a sec, angst, swearing, alcohol, making out (sorry if I missed any ~)  feedback is encouraged ◡̈ i hope you enjoy ♡

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“Baby, c’mon. Just this once. The kids are in their rooms, they won’t notice.” Chris pouted at you, tugging at the blanket that covered both of your bodies. 

You were cuddling on their dorm’s new sizable couch. The boys all chipped in to buy it after their latest comeback, which was a huge success as expected. The couch cost them a pretty penny as it was a modular sofa because they were especially adamant that their new couch must fit all eight of them at the same time. $4,000 and many add-ons later, they reached their goal. The sofa looked ridiculous in their small-ish living room; it wasn’t usually set up for them to sit side by side unless they were all visiting. With how the couch was arranged and your bodies lying down, only one more person could sit next to you, or two, at most.

At that moment, you prayed that none of the members grew bored of their hobbies and sought for yapping time, something you usually didn’t turn down. Mostly because you and Chris hadn’t had much alone time since weeks before their comeback. You were “watching a movie” which mostly consisted of small conversations and doomscrolling through TikTok edits of him, whilst Chris blushed. The movie blended with the background soon enough. Chris dragged his body closer to yours whenever you pushed him away, his face was hidden in your neck, peppering your skin with light kisses. His hard-on was pressed against your ass. 

“Let’s go to your room and I’ll gladly let you hit.” You mused, looking back at him. 

“But it’s so comfy here. We haven’t even christened the couch yet!” He chuckled. You playfully hit his arm.

“Okay. What if I cockwarm you now and we start the movie again. If you can keep still until the movie ends, we go back to my apartment, and I let you rail me.” His face lit up as soon as you said the words; mainly because Chris knew that, with you, cockwarming always leads to, at least, a quickie.

“Deal.” His hands were quick to lift your dress and pull down your panties as if it were his second nature. His fingers slid through your folds, which were embarrassingly soaked. Chris, despite his risqué performances, always leaned to taking the safer option when presented with such situations. When you had sex, it was always in his room or yours. He wouldn’t have sex in your apartment if your housemate was there either. The fact that he initiated a sexual encounter in a different setting aroused you more than it should’ve. You felt his now-naked erection press into your bare ass. You could feel him throbbing when he bumped his tip at your entrance. You were already pooling with arousal, and you could faintly hear Chris’ wet cock as he jerked himself off before starting to push in. Fitting his cock in you was always a stretch, his thick tip getting caught on your tight entrance. 

“Baby. It’s been a while since we’ve fucked, right? You’re too…tight.” He grunted in your ear as he pushed more of his cock inside of you. You moaned at the feeling of slowly becoming full of him. Of your Chris, after what felt like forever. The stressful comebacks and tour dates frequently made you push back the wavering desires of your libidos. Chris grunted as his cock rested snug inside of you. “Feels so good. I’m so comfortable now.” At that moment, you realized your mistake. You knew he was teasing you, but you would not succumb so easily. 

“Oh yeah. It feels nice, baby. I think we’ll enjoy the movie so much more like this.” You said, suppressing a moan as you shifted, and he pushed just a little deeper inside. You hit the restart button. The movie seemed interesting enough, Cleopatra, a nineteen-seventy-something animated film your housemate had recommended. You were in awe at the intricate animation when the sound of a door opening instantly froze both you and Chris. Chris stared at you as Hyunjin emerged from his room. 

“Oh! Is that the Cleopatra movie?” He asked as he stood behind the couch. You nodded, as no words came out, terrified that Hyunjin would notice what you were doing. Chris was equally scared; you could feel a drop of sweat fall from his face onto your shoulder. “Nice. I’ve wanted to see it for like ages, but I was kind of not up for it.”

“Really? Why?” Chris perked up when he heard that. You went into watching it blindly, following your housemate’s recommendation without a second though.

“It’s supposed to be kind of… erotic? I think.” He started as he took his seat next to you and Chris, your head just inches away from his thigh. You attempted to pull away from Chris, he grabbed your hips. Hyunjin noticed. “Oh, don’t worry. I don’t mind you guys cuddling here. But no kissing, that’s disgusting.” Chris nodded with a sigh of relief, as Hyunjin seemingly hadn’t noticed you weren’t just cuddling. Chris’s hands found your hips once again and pulled you closer. You let out a moan, covered up with a cough. Hyunjin looked down at you.

“Sorry, I think the candle you lit earlier is sparking up my allergies.” You explained, a half true statement. The candle was in his room, only a faint scent of sweet peach managed to escape from his door left ajar.

“Oh, shit! I forgot to blow it out.” He stood up and descended the hallway in a hurry.

“Are you crazy?” You asked Chris in a whisper as he softly ground his hips against yours.

“Calm down, he has absolutely no idea what’s going on. Plus, we’re not really doing anything bad, kind of. At least not in front of him.”

“Chris…”

“What? Aren’t you the one who always asked to try this out?”

“Okay, yeah but I meant, like, having sex in an empty parking lot, not fucking in front of Hyunjin.”

“Well, good thing we’re not fuckin’, then.” His movements halted as he heard the door to Hyunjin’s room closing. 

“Thank you for reminding me, Y/N-nnie. I could’ve burned down the whole dorm.” He chuckled, you gave him a half-smile and tried to focus your attention back to the movie.

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Changbin and Jisung had quietly slipped out to have dinner, you hoped they’d ask you or Hyunjin to go with them because focusing on the film wasn’t helping. Despite the interesting themes that composed the film and some the depicted a romanticization of things that shouldn’t be romanticized, given the situation, the erotic nature of it was getting to you. The movie was half over, Chris had barely moved but you could feel him leaking a generous amount of pre-cum inside of you. Hyunjin, on the other hand, was very conversational about the art and composition of the film. He even took out his sketchbook and started drawing. You had grown to know Hyunjin pretty well during your relationship with Chris. He would only take his sketchbook out when he knew that he’d be alone or if he was feeling nervous. At first, you assumed he felt comfortable with you both. But his constant chattiness died down, and his hands started fidgeting with anything he could find. The movie’s lewd sounds were almost unbearable to you, the feeling of your wetness mixed with Chris’s didn’t help your discretion. Hyunjin kept looking from the screen to you and back to the screen.

“Hey,” You sat up a little whilst managing to keep Chris’s cock inside of you, making him jolt after apparently falling asleep. “We can watch something else if you’re not comfortable, okay?” You noticed Hyunjin pressing his sketchbook to his lap. 

“Uh, no, it’s not that…” he started as he stared at you with widened eyes. You could feel Chris doze off behind you, trying not to mind his throbbing dick inside of you. Instead, you were worried about his younger friend’s sudden behavior. “Is this movie supposed to, like, turn you on?” A blush creeped onto his face. “Forget I said anything.” He lifted his hands and covered his face. You slipped off of your boyfriend’s dick and fully sat up, making sure that the blanket still covered you both.

“I mean, it is an animated erotica, so I do think it is supposed to make you feel kinda horny. I guess…” 

“Okay.” He sighed as he uncovered his face, and you felt he was just reassuring himself more than anything else. He kept looking at the screen then, not even glancing at you. You took the opportunity to observe him. Hyunjin was surely a sight for sore eyes. You couldn’t imagine any human being finding him unappealing. He was sweet and shy but a little flirty when he wanted to. You stood up and walked towards the kitchen. Chris was deep in his slumber now and your dress covered you enough so that Hyunjin couldn’t see that you didn’t have underwear on. You grabbed two shot glasses and half a bottle of peach soju. Hyunjin helped you halfway through, unnecessarily grabbing the two shot glasses from your hands. You sat down and served them.

“Maybe this’ll help you relax a bit.”

“Actually, I’m afraid that soju and being alone with a pretty girl just makes me more anxious.”

“Well, then, I’m glad Chris is still here and that I’m not really that pretty.” You teased as you took your drink from his hands. You looked back at your boyfriend, his sleeping form always gave you a sense of peace. Chris was usually restless, there wasn’t a day that he wasn’t worried about his members, their new songs, how STAY would react to them exploring new sounds, how he looked-

“Baby,” Chris whined, mostly asleep. “I slipped out.” He still had his eyes closed, whereas yours and Hyunjin’s were wide open. 

“What are you talking about?” You chuckled nervously as you shook him awake. Hyunjin looked away with deeply reddened ears.

“Huh?” 

“Oh…Oh!” Hyunjin exclaimed in realization, looking down at the sketchbook that, once again, sat on his lap.

“Yeah…” 

“You could’ve just told me and I would’ve left!” Hyunjin said whilst looking at you.

“We weren’t having sex, I swear.” Chris blushed, hiding his face with a pillow.

“And we didn’t mind you watching the movie with us either…” You added.

“Why was his thing inside of you, then?”

“Hyunjin, are you really asking me to explain myself?”

He shook his head, visibly embarrassed at his own questioning of your actions. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.” He apologized. “But that doesn’t make what you were doing any better! I mean, having sex in the dorm? In public?”

“We weren’t having sex.” Your boyfriend refuted, Hyunjin glared at him. “We’re sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.” 

“Well, I’m kinda not. If there’s something that this movie taught me is that women are entitled to have their sexual liberation. I get that it’s inappropriate and I’m sorry about that. Though, I think it is unfair that you only questioned me instead of both of us!”

“I said I was sorry…” he muttered.

“Okay, then, this seems like something you two should sort out by yourselves. Peacefully.” Chris suggested as he stood up. “I’ll be back in, like, half an hour. I love you.” He kissed your cheek.

“Chris…”

“Hyung…”

“Work things out, please.” Chris said a bit more sternly as he took his car keys from the table. You both watched him as he stepped out the door.

You and Hyunjin stared at each other, his brows were furrowed. After a while, he looked away and started scribbling on his sketchbook. You took out your phone and scrolled mindlessly through social media. You knew that Hyunjin had a right to be uncomfortable with the situation, but you still stood your ground. He didn’t have any reason to target you instead of Chris or both of you. You registered movement from his side but didn’t pay mind to it until he scooted over, offering a shot glass full of soju. You took it from his hands and drank it, the sweet yet sour flavor was your favorite, a maladaptive form of comfort. 

“I’m s-” you both said in unison. He gestured for you to go first.

“I’m sorry, Jinnie… I shouldn’t have gotten so defensive. You have all the right to be uncomfortable with what was happening. I just felt like you were only blaming me for it…” 

“No, I mean, yeah. I am uncomfortable with what was happening and the fact that you couldn’t even tell me. Despite that, you’re right… I was angrier at you than hyung. I did take it out on you and…” he gave a frustrated sigh. “I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but I have to, right?” That question was directed at himself because once you opened your mouth to answer, he kept speaking, “Ugh. I was jealous. I think you’re pretty. I think you’re beautiful. I’ve told you billions of times and you keep pretending that it doesn’t happen, even today! And I know it’s wrong and that I shouldn’t be jealous because you’re his girlfriend not mine. But I am! I think you’re amazing and I have a huge, incomprehensible crush on you since before we really knew each other and you’re dating my hyung.  Then I met you and everything about you is so fun and interesting and…I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’m so sexually deprived that I just cling onto you; or that you’re… No, I’m the reason why I can’t maintain relationships with anyone. It’s so fucked up. I’m so fucked up.” His brow remained furrowed, his face blushed, beads sweat fell from his neck to his shirt and he looked absolutely breathtaking. 

“Okay, Jinnie, hold up.” You interrupted. “This is a lot. I need just a second to process this, okay?”

“I won’t mind if you hate me. I needed to get everything off my chest.” He announced with a stern voice, contrasting his worried expression.

“No, Jinnie. I don’t think anything could actually make me hate you. I think you’re so charming, and, just looking at you truly does take my breath away sometimes.”

“This isn’t making things better…” He pouted.

“I’m sorry to not have caught on to your flirting, I guess. I just never thought it was a serious advance… given the fact that I’m Chris’s girlfriend.” 

“Wait, no. I don’t want to break you and Chan hyung up or anything. I think you’re great for him, better than you would be for me. It’s just… you love each other so much. Sometimes I think I could’ve been in his place instead and it makes me sad. I understand, though…”

“Does he know?” You interposed.

“Of course he does. The guilt was eating me alive during the first, like, year of your relationship.”

“He must really love you because he didn’t even hint at it with me.” You chuckled. “Jinnie, I love you so much. I’d do anything for you…except reciprocate your romantic feelings. I know you’re not expecting that, but I feel like I need to tell you anyways. I think you’re a beautiful person. Maybe in another universe we’d be together, I don’t doubt it at all. But I’m happy where we are here and I don’t want to lose our friendship…” He looked at you with glossy eyes and you heart couldn’t help but break. 

“I really want you to stay in my life, Y/N.”

“I really want you to stay in mine too, Jinnie.”

“But I really really want to kiss you, so I don’t know if I can.”

“I think you’d better ask Chris about it, then.” You remarked as you heard the door unlocking.

“I did not just hear you telling my girlfriend that you wanted to kiss her.” Chris teased as he walked in with a few bags in his hands. “And I certainly did not hear my girlfriend tell my friend to ask me about it, right?” Hyunjin buried his head in his hands once again. “Just kidding. She can do whatever she wants. She’s a sexually liberated woman and I’m not going to stop her.” He shrugged. You smiled, knowing that your boyfriend was so accepting of your wishes. Hyunjin’s eyes widened.

“Do you think that’ll help you in any way?” You looked at Hyunjin and he shrugged. “Are you sure you don’t mind, Chris?”

“Nah, it’s just a kiss. You know we’ve had our fair share of experiences before you came into my life.” Chris replied as he walked into the dining room.

“Okay, then. Jinnie? Are you sure?” You asked, he nodded. 

Your face inched closer to his as he remained static, eyes closed, and lips puckered. You pressed your lips on together, the plushness of his was as satisfying as you imagined. It took a second for him to kiss back, but once he did, the kiss deepened almost instantly. His hands took place on your hips, whilst yours tugged at his hair, earning a moan from him.  You broke the kiss to stare at him, he sheepishly smiled, and you realized that this was probably a mistake. Mostly because you did, in fact, enjoy it more than you hoped.

“Baby, that was actually really, really hot.” Chris commented from the doorway. “You’re both attractive as hell.” You and Hyunjin stared at him in surprise. “You can keep going if you want, as long as I can keep watching…”

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Copyright Ⓒ 2025 by deadpanjisung

All rights reserved.

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[quintessenceofdust88]

Hi, my darling! Could I ask for a bit of 🍼🍼🍼🍼? I've been craving a bit of little blobs.

And maybe some 🕯🕯? Love u! 🫶🏼

Hi Danny my love! Of coure you caaan, I love how much you love the blobsies! ♥ Sorry I was so late in delivering your craving hehe ♥ - 🍼 (cont. from here)

Tommy looks at his husband with fond exasperation, and seriously debates revoking Evan’s access to his cellphone when he is spiraling. Dr. Yard seems to be thinking along the same lines, but she just smiles patiently. 

“You’re already doing great as it is, Buck. You’re taking your vitamins, eating well, staying active… But we’ll keep our eyes on things as you move further along, ok? We’ll check for early contractions and stay on top of their measurement. While twins can be premature, I don’t want you to be worrying about it, okay?”

Tommy knows telling Evan not to worry is usually a waste of time; he is a natural worrier, and being pregnant has only heightened it. He rubs a soothing circle on his back, and Dr. Yard seems to realize she needs to calm him down further. 

“Buck, the most important thing is listening to your body, okay? Rest when you need, and let people take care of you. Especially this handsome husband of yours.”

(Scusa se Ti Amo below the cut ♥)

- 🕯 (cont. from here)

“He’s… not ugly, I suppose” Buck tries to save face, but the look Eddie and Chris exchange tells him it didn’t quite work. 

“Well, there’s your non-ugly priest, should we go say hello?” Eddie says, nodding towards the open field.

At first, Buck is not sure where exactly his best friend is looking at; he glances around, looking for a glimpse of Father Kinard in his black shirt with the white collar that he was wearing at the station the other day. That’s… not what he finds.

Because Tommy is wearing a faded band T-shirt and a checked shirt over it, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms, and light jeans that don’t let a lot of space for imagination. He’s wearing black boots on his foot, and he’s standing around with a group of kids, laughing heartily at something one of them said, the light breeze tousling his curls just right.

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I hope you like them both, my darling! Love you ♥ (make me write)

[starlightwoofwoof]

I just had a realization. You know who would be a great Akuma target? Lucky!

The poor kid suffers misfortune at every turn and I imagine he definitely hasn't been left unscathed by the Akuma attacks. His power could be either stealing or replacing luck so he ends up as the luckiest person in town while everyone else gets a taste of the bad luck he's had to deal with

In particular I imagine he'd take the luck of Frank (kidnapped him at least once), Skid and Pump (the current luckiest people in town, plus Pump stole his lollipop), and of course, Gregor for throwing boiling water on him during Halloween.

Honestly it'd be fun to see Gregor trying to deal with Lucky while also barely being able to take two steps without something bad happening to him -- also the whole thing with Gregor kind of contributing to Lucky's akumatization in the first place

Oh oh oh! And, if Lucky's replacing luck, maybe he could also give good luck to other people in town that suffer misfortune, like Kevin and Costume Guy!

OMG I DID THINK OF LUCKY- I just didn’t feel like doing him until now for some reason

I love the idea of him stealing people’s luck, just imagine everyone barely being able to stand on their own two feet-

But I also like the idea of him giving misfortune people good luck, so I think I’m gonna combine the ideas heh

OKAY HERE HE IS and a bunch of doodles

[a-lesbianshadowinthenight]

reading the smut you wrote at 3am is always so humbling like wow this is both depraved and terrible

[phosphorus-noodles]

trying to think of a good wc name for you but they don’t exactly have noodles in the wc universe

GDJZHFS yeah this is the problem 😭

[inkykeiji]

hihi! your rb with the tags about your profession had me intrigued and I wanted to ask, what DID kill the Hollywood system? if you don't mind me asking >u<

HI HI HI HEHEHE first of all i hope you’re doing well!!! seCONDLY OMGGG thank you for indulging me waaaaah i love talking about golden age/classical hollywood and the studio system!!!

beware: i rambled on and on below the cut >.< apologies for the mini essay in advance waaah

OKAY SO. first, a little context. the classical hollywood studio system originally utilized a practice called ‘vertical integration’, which basically means they owned and operated ALL channels of production, distribution, AND exhibition—aka, they controlled literally everything in regards to the films they made, which was like 90% of american filmmaking at the time. this, naturally, made it quite difficult for any film that wasn’t a film made by the Big Five (warner bros, paramount, 20th century fox, RKO, and MGM) or the Little Three (columbia pictures, united artists, and universal) to be screened at a theatre, because the studios owned a decent chunk of the theatres.

furthermore, the theatres the big studios DID own always got first run of their films, meaning that their movies were exclusively screened at the theatres they owned first, then were passed off to second run, third run and fourth run theatres. it’s important to note here that the film prints being distributed and passed around theatres were the same all throughout a film’s run—so by the time a print reached a fourth run theatre, the film stock was all scratched up and low quality. who wants to go watch that? (no one! audiences flocked to the first run theatres owned by the studios!).

the antitrust case between the supreme court and paramount pictures (aka ‘the paramount decrees’) was the first, and heaviest, nail in the coffin of the studio system. the paramount decrees did two things. first, they forced studios to stop a practice known as block booking. block booking was a practice where theatres not owned by the big studios were forced to buy a huge block or batch of films in advance. usually, these films included one A-list film and then a bunch of B-movies and other less desired films. second, they forced studios to cease owning theatre chains, which allowed for indie directors to begin screening their films, AND it allowed for more international films to be shown (which in turn helped break down the production code & replaced it with the ratings system).

this began the end of the system! it was then further impacted by consumer culture, car culture, and suburbia. after world war two, many people moved out of the city and into the suburbs, where they began to start families. car culture was booming and it was hip to have a car that you could use to commute to work (from the suburbs into the city!). disposable income was abundant, and many families were buying fancy new appliances for their new suburban homes—including televisions.

it’s a common misconception that TV killed the studio system. it was, in actually, only one of several nails in the coffin. television at the time was pretty crummy; it was low quality, the screens were small, and it only had about three channels (not to mention studios began allowing television networks to begin screening older films that no longer ran in theatres). but evidence proves that moviegoing attendance had fallen drastically several years before televisions became a fixture in the home. to combat TV and capitalize on car culture, studios began erecting drive-ins, to little avail!

anyway, i could go on and on and on but basically, in a nutshell, those were the handful of things that broke down the classical studio system and gave way to ‘new hollywood’…which then gave way to the blockbuster.

[holyblonded]

The barca team meets soleil and I know that estrella is getting the shovel talk from the veterans instead of her gf

— it starts the moment soleil walks in. irene and marta exchange a look, then turn to estrella with the most serious expressions ever. estrella barely has time to say anything before she’s being subtly (not so subtly) pulled aside.

— “you better not mess this up,” irene warns, arms crossed. “she’s too sweet for your nonsense.” estrella opens her mouth to argue, but marta just shakes her head. “no, she’s right. you? with someone that soft? we need guarantees.”

— aitana, who’s usually the one backing estrella’s chaos, is standing with the veterans, nodding along. “yeah, estrella. what are your intentions?” estrella glares at her. “you’re my friend. why are you on their side?” “because soleil is adorable, and we must protect her.”

— meanwhile, ona and jana are just observing, amused as hell, whispering to each other. “this is amazing,” jana mutters. “usually, it’s the other way around.” ona nods. “i think estrella is actually nervous.”

— pina joins in, arms crossed dramatically. “as someone who has suffered your antics for years, i need to know soleil is safe.” estrella throws her hands up. “what do you all think i’m gonna do? betray her? disappear into the night? break her heart?” the entire group nods without hesitation.

— at one point, estrella turns to alexia, hoping for backup, but alexia just shrugs. “they’re not wrong.” estrella gapes. “you raised me!” “exactly, which is why i know what you’re capable of.”

— soleil, on the other hand, is absolutely thriving. she’s giggling with the younger players, occasionally glancing over at estrella with the softest smile. the contrast is killing everyone.

— “okay, okay, enough!” estrella finally groans. “i swear on all my trophies that i will not hurt soleil. happy?” marta eyes her. “your trophies?” “yes! those are the most important things in my life! well, second most.” irene smirks. “good save.”

— at the end of it all, soleil finally notices estrella looking a little overwhelmed and walks over, taking her hand. “are they giving you a hard time?” estrella sighs dramatically. “they don’t trust me.” soleil laughs, squeezing her hand. “well, i do.”

— the team melts. estrella glares. “great. now they like you even more.” jana grins. “yep. and now we’ll be watching you even closer.”

[r0semultiverse]

I hope Jorge keeps the streams up until the next live stream like he did with the last Saga.

I had trouble getting into Epic: The Musical without the visual aid of the animatics as visuals help me absorb the material. I kinda wish he would upload each song with the lyrics and animatics in them instead of just the animatics by themselves without the full song, but maybe that’s just me. I’m an audio and visual gal otherwise I have trouble absorbing information. Besides the streams there’s no current way to watch the musical seamlessly with actual visuals and yet it is called a musical. A medium I’ve kinda expected to have visuals by this point, that was my one big criticism going into this series was “so it’s just songs? And I have to watch the script as I listen to know what’s happening? That’s hard to keep up with.”

Though if this is a consistent change going forward of having the full musical with visuals until the next iteration premiers, then great & honestly my only criticisms are a lack of trans voice actors (seemingly but I could be wrong) and a lack of fat characters in the animatics because Aphrodite was fat in her depictions throughout history in the very least. Which I’m not even sure if this counts as a criticism so much as an observation and something that gives me a bit of pause? Again, not series ruining, but just more an observation I guess?

That being said, I’m super excited for the Vengeance Saga tonight! Probably gonna stay up just to watch it! Sleep be damned I wanna see it as it comes out! 💜

Edit: Okay actually not risking tummy issues by napping and can’t stay awake any longer. If I have tummy issues I couldn���t even watch it as it premieres anyway because I’d be fighting for my life in the bathroom. ANYWAY DON’T GO ATTACKING ANYONE INVOLVED WITH THE PROJECT, I WAS JUST MAKING AN OBSERVATION.

[duckiemimi]

it’s bpd

[ziggyplayedguitar96]

I just fell to my fucking knees y’all