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[womenofmcu]

Hawkeye (2021) 1.03 "Echoes"

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[cinamonqirl]

Wicked Games

(Smut)

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Top! Kate Bishop x Bottom! Female Reader

summary: You and your girlfriend are getting ready for party but you still have some time…

A/N: I need Hawkeye season 2 right now. This is the best I have ever written 😶‍🌫️

I appreciate every reblog and like 💝

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"Kate stop, I'm trying to do my make-up" You say laughing when she start to tickle your waist.

She starts to chuckle at your reaction as she lean forward and continue tickling you around your waist "Make-up can wait, you look gorgeous already" she put her chin on your head, smiling at you in the mirror.

"You're such a dork" You say sarcastically rolling your eyes at her words, but continue to put your blush on your cheeks. She don't respond but instead she tickle you one more time making you mad.

You roll eyes, looking for a second at her in the mirror reflection letting her know it's enough. "If you won't stop I'll punch you, and trust me your mother won't be happy when you will arrive like that" You say half deadly serious but also with smirk. You both are going to formal party which Kate's mother invited you to. You still have much time but you both like to gather up quicker. Your comment makes her laugh, but she wouldn't be surprised if her girlfriend would hit her. Because when you’re mad you can be really assertive.

"Well, I'm just trying to enjoy the view while I can" She can't help but smirk even though you're 'serious'. Her hands on your waist still aren't moving but holding you even tighter.

"You really like that dress I’m wearing?" You say in seductive voice meaningly. You know this dress can make her want to rip it off you, especially by tight and short design. She can admit she love it and hate it because the shortness provokes her.

She smirk "Yes… really" She say in low voice leaning down a little to kiss your shoulder and whisper in your skin "Can't wait to take you out of it either" she brushes her nose into your skin smelling your sweet perfume.

"Who said you are going to take it off me later?" You say teasingly turning around to her with your back pressed into desk. Your hands immediately went to her chest fixing her black shirt.

She’s not surprised by your feistiness "And who's going to try and stop me?" She say as her smirk raises into a smug look with a slight eyebrow raise as she squeeze your waist.

"Your mother will stop you if we will be late" You say playfully, wrapping your arms around her neck looking up at her eyes.

Snort escapes from her mouth shaking her head at you "There’s still much time and I can do this right now" Her low voice was quiet and hot making your stomach feel warm.

"Now?" You giggle softly seeing how much she craves you right now. Archer started to kiss your neck slowly brushing your skin with her breath. She hummed in response kissing your shoulder stroking your dress strap with her teeth "Even if we were a little late, my mother would still forgive us" She continued to murmur. You hum pulling her closer by her neck barely listening to her when you’re in heaven.

You moved your head to the side giving her much space while she can hear your little panting. You felt her hands on your hips clenching so she can raise you up for you to sit on desk. It’s crazy how easy she can do that.

She kissed your shoulders one couple times before she pulled away slowly "You know, she likes you" Archer added smiling smugly at you, looking down at your thighs to start playing with the material of the end dress which ended really high on your thighs when you’re sitting.

"I'm glad" Your smile grow bigger at her words. You really liked her mother too. You’ve always had so much in common and many topics to talk about so you’re happy to know that.

"She always tells me to treat you well because you’re a good girl" She says with smirk in her face being proud to say that. You noticed she’s really happy with that fact. You giggled at her confession and her eyes immediately went back to you. "Am I treating you enough?" She asks squinting her eyes with that charming smile putting hands on the side of yours thighs. She knows she treats you the best she can but she likes to play with you.

"Maybe" You say playfully smiling slyly. She run her tongue through inside of her cheek staring deeply into your eyes. You can feel the need between your legs when she looks at you like that.

"Maybe?" She repeated after you playfully, lowering her head down to look at your bare thighs, and you followed her gaze. She smiled smugly, carefully spreading your thighs a little bit with her hands. You carefully watched what she was doing, already feeling excited at her movements.

"What’s something I can do to make you feel well treated, my love?" She asks teasingly keeping her hands to herself waiting for your response, like a whole gentleman. She’s playing and you like it. The sexual tension makes you both want more and more.

You pretend to be thoughtful but you exactly know what you want "Hm, my legs are a bit of cold" You replied meaningfully shrugging your shoulders with smirk on your lips. She understood your point perfectly as she snort moving her hand to your thigh slowly running up and down. "Is that better?" Her voice was smooth and low enjoying your skin with her hand.

"Mhm.." You hummed in response staring blankly at her veiny hand on your thigh feeling like you’re losing your mind at her touch. "You like it too?" Your question surprised her.

"More than yes" Her smirk was something that made you melt right now. You breathed deeply craving her fingers inside you. The muscles in her arms tense up and the grip in her hands tightens as she feel your soft breaths and see your cheeks blush pink. Her hand squeezed your thigh, brushing at your skin, making you feel lightheaded.

She noticed that you were already at the end of your endurance. "Can you do it harder..?" You asked quietly flustered with her gently touch. You needed more.

"Harder?" Her smirk turns into a sly grin as she raise one of her eyebrows at your request so she started to squeeze and caress your skin harder than before. She slightly looked at you, wanting to see your reaction as her grip tighten around your skin, really close your panties. You bite your lip as her fingers slid a little into your panties, driving over the material teasingly.

She hear your panting and she want to do more to you. "How about I kiss them instead?" Her smile grew bigger as she saw your reaction when her hand went lower, brushing over your sensitive spot.

Your look in the eyes where enough for her so she lowered her head to tease you with breath on your skin. You see her playing so you take your hand and place it on her head pulling her down so you can finally touch your thighs with her lips.

Her smirk stays on face as she feel your hand on her head and you pressing down on her head makes her feel like she have no choice but to do what you ask. Her mouth opens and her lips move onto your thigh, kissing it as she feel your body tense up and your soft moans make her want you even more. She kissed your skin slowly and gently but quickly she started to bite your skin leaving hickeys on your sensitive skin. Without hesitation you moaned feeling the best.

You leaned back resting your hands on the desk. She take advantage of it so she stopped for a while just to aggressively pull your fabric of dress higher to you hip line. She noticed your lace underwear, she bought you the other day. "You look sexy" Archer complimented you, then immediately started kissing your thighs higher and higher till she reached your hip line, stroking your panties with her teeth. No one could ever imagine how divinely you felt right now. She took your one leg and place it on her shoulder so she can kiss your inner thighs. That move was really sensual for you. You can feel your heart pounding so fast.

"Shit Kate…" You pant being at the edge of moaning, when she bite your thigh just few inches away from your sensitive spot. She can feel your whole body hot and really enjoying this which made her want to do more and more. She bite and kiss your thighs making the marks darker and more noticeable.

"I’ll have to hide it" You say looking at your thighs all over with hickeys.

She smirk then move her mouth higher up your thigh "Do you think you can walk afterwards?" She ask flirtatiously in low voice, before giving your thigh another forceful bite. You don’t care if you won’t be able to walk, it’s to amazing to care about it now.

"You will have to carry me" You reply teasingly still wanting to play. She chuckle deeply "I have nothing against" She raises her head to look at you.

"Can I take off your panties my lady?" Her breath was stroking your skin and her voice was so gentle, and you never would deny to her when she’s like this.

"Yes.." You reply excited at her words. She pull your panties gently to completely take them off. Her eyes was consuming you craving your taste. She takes your other leg and put them both on your shoulder so she can have better access, and she gently pull you closer so she can do what she want. Your body was in heaven right now.

She started to kiss your thighs again then slowly wander to your clit at lick you slowly. You moaned feeling her tongue inside you. "Fuck.." You pant throwing your head back in pleasure. You felt more hot and hot each second.

She lick and suck your clit and it was enough for you "fuck you’re so hot" She chuckle dipping her tongue deep into you, then immediately started to massage your clit with her fingers to end your suffering. You was completely choked, breathing heavily and moaning staring to feel your legs shaking. Of course archer noticed it so she on purpose made her movements even faster, and even though you’ve already came, she wanted you to made you feel better so she didn’t stop.

"Fuck Kate" You moan having already overwhelmed. She pulled her tongue out of you but continued to massage your clit way slower now. She clenched her jaw seeing your back arched. "Enough?" She chuckled stopping her movements.

Without your response she took your legs from her shoulders to place them back on the desk but she hold you close to her as you try to calm down. She wipes your juices from under her mouth with her thumb as if it’s just dinner. You pull her by your hands on her shirt to passionate kiss. After seconds of make out you pulled away. "Kate I think I won’t be able to walk because of you" You say with little smirk barely feeling your legs.

"We still have time to that party" She added smirking at you. "You can spread it out" She chuckle "and cover" biting her lip while looking at marks on your skin.

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[corinna-brown]

PRIDE MONTH: 10/30— GWEN STACY

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[becabeale143]

Hailee Steinfeld | Vanity Fair Oscar Party

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[143bc]

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[nataschalena2]

Florence Pugh (Yelena) x Hailee Steinfield (Kate Bishop)

Requested by anon

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[kerryjanesblog]

Hailee Steinfield in black, with sparkles...

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Wattpad from PINTEREST

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[deannathemy5]

Rose & Robert

Silver & Steven

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[cinamonqirl]

Drive you crazy

Kate Bishop x female reader

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Summary: You and Kate run away from a boring party to spend more interesing time in her's mom car.

Warnings: smut (as always) 💋

A/N: this is your belated christmas present lol. I hope you like it and sorry if some mistakes are in english. I had to mention her hands, beacuse I am so gay for her. And happy christmas and happy new year everyone! 🏹

(You can listen to this song while reading)

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Your back slammed into the back of the car before Kate's mouth was on yours again and her hands returned to your waist, squeezing your dress. You moaned into Kate's mouth as she began to grip your breasts through the fabric of the dress, that you fully intended to wear for her.

After Kate thought she could take a moment not to think about you, then when she saw you in a tigh dress, and archer arleady knew she couldn't stay away from you. Kate has dreamed of you for centuries, and every time she couldn't bear to see men drooling over you. But she didn't know that it was for her that you wore that dress, just to seduce her and finally understand your begging.

That's why you left a boring party when Kate she remembered that she had the keys to her mother's car in her pocket.

"Get in beauty" she muttered as she opened the door and nearly pushed you inside. You stumbled into the backseat and was on top of the dark-haired girl in no time before she even closed the door behind her. She bet you need her so much right now.

"So impatient, huh?" She noticed when you straddled on her lap. Which Kate found really appealing, because she'd always wanted to see you on her lap. There was a lot of space in the car, so it's not surprising because her mother has a lot of money, so the car is comfortable and luxurious.

Of course Kate also has her own car but she didn't take it to a party this time, which she regrets because she could show off and impress you.

"Maybe" you whispered, squirming on her lap to be in a more comfortable position, and Kate gasped at the gesture, paying her full attention on your hips. She thought you looked really hot sitting on her lap in a tight black dress that showed off your perfect figure and your hair fell over your shoulders. And a rather large cleavage, which archer has already spent enough time looking at. But she couldn't help but glance at your breasts, because it's not her fault that you're so beautiful.

"Have you wanted this, as long as I am?" she asked as her hands fell to your thighs under your skirt, as you feel her cold rings making you shivered against the cold metal and breath quiver slightly at the sensation.

"Yes, Katie" You confessed into her mouth, wishing Kate had done it sooner. She kissed you back hard, as if your confirm turned her on, and she started kissing you impossible fast. She undid the top two buttons of her shirt and loosened her tie eagerly beetween sloppy kisses and then she sighed with relief. "I wanted you so bad" you continued and slid down to her neck starting kissing and sucking her skin while she tilted her head back, jaw clenching until she growled at the gesture. Her hands tightened on your thighs when several sighs and curses escaped from her mouth under her breath.

Kate thought you were really bold, even though you don't seem like it, because you're always calm and cute. But seeing how hard you kiss her and guide her hands closer to your panties, and aside from the fact that you're sitting on her lap right now, it does not recognize you at all as you are with others, that is, innocent. You moaned into her neck as her hands squeezed your ass, and at the sound, Kate felt a pleasant sensation in the pit of her stomach. You are really driving her crazy.

"Do you like it?" You asked in a seductive voice against her neck that brought Kate's senses back, reminding herself that all evening she had thought only of making you feel good. She chuckled in a deep voice, and the butterflies in your stomach went crazy at that sound.

"Mmmm.." she mumbled relaxing and then ran her fingers over your lacy panties as if nothing had happened. She lifted your skirt to admire the expensive fabric with her hands, remembering how she had imagined the fabric clinging to your body. She could do a lot now when you are her's. But you had other plans, wanting to get into Kate's pants, but she grabbed your hands that were going to her strap, pulling them aside.

"No beauty, my job is to make you feel good. You are keeping your hands off my pants tonight" You bit your lip looking at her amazed.

Kate is aware that people might walk by from time to time, though she doesn't really mind because she would like others to know how good Kate fucks you. But she knew you might feel weird about it. So she put her hands on your ass, lifting you up like a feather to pull you up more onto her thighs so that she moved a little to the right with you to be obscured by the seat in front of You. And it turned you on even more knowing that she did it without a problem, proving how strong she is.

"I got you princess" she whispered putting her hands back under your dress, knowing full that it made you feel some type of way, flexing of her skills.

"Oh fuck you're so strong" you said in an almost squeaky voice, feeling lots of butterflies in your stomach. Kate chuckled hoarsely shaking her head, knowing that all those years of practice had finally paid off.

"My fingers are better" she added arrogantly. But you didn't deny it, you are sure she is right, and she is about to prove it.

"I don't know that yet" you teased as you waiting for her neat fingers to penetrate your lacy panties. Because Kate brags so much about how good she is with her fingers, but she hasn't proven it yet.

"Yet" she emphasized pressing her lips to yours kissing you passionately, becoming addicted to your lips. You kissed back as fast as you could, pressing your lips harder against Kate's. Now it was Kate's turn to caress your neck with sloppy kisses. You moaned as archer leaved a few hickeys on your neck, just to show everybody who you belong to.

You're moving on her thigh needing friction, probably messing around on her black suit pants. She knows what you need, but she wants to give you even more pleasure by touching you all over your body.

"Patience princess, I'll do whatever you want if you're a good girl" She spoke in a deep voice into your skin, leaning you back with her hands on your waist a bit so she had easier access to kiss down your neckline and shoulders. You don't know if you're going to listen to her, on the other hand, you'd like to be her naughty girl which will have its consequences, but also being her good girl has its advantages.

She continued, leaving hot kisses on your neck, enjoying your every little moan while you enjoyed the pleasure of holding her neck close.

"My beautiful girl" She murmured into your cleavage, sucking your skin. Her hand returned to your thigh, stroking it with her thumb.

You were about to beg for more, but her fingers found their way to your soaking panties, caressing your clit through the fabric.

"You're so wet for me baby girl" She snarled, surprised at what a mess she had made of your panties. She looked at you to find you breathing shallowly with your eyes closed. "Want me to fuck you?" she asked in a low voice waiting for your reply.

"Yes Kate" You gasped, biting your lip in excitement.

At your need, she pushed your panties aside to slide her fingers inside you, feeling your back arching up. You finally feel relived.

Her neat fingers moved slowly inside you trying to make you feel comfortable. You moaned quietly then Kate's lips find yours, and started to kiss you, but you had hard time to concentrate on kissing, so Kate slid down to your neck leaving there gently kisses.

You needed more friction so you sat more on Kate's fingers, so they get deeper in you. Archer noticed it, and sped up her fingers moves. Just to let a few moans and sighs come out from your mouth. You threw your arms around Kate's neck, keeping closer to her.

"Quietly princess, you don't want somebody to caught us, right?" she whispered into your neck with low voice, that just hit you to the core. You bit your lip trying not to let out a loud moan from your mouth.

"Please Kate, I need more" Kate was doing such a job with her fingers that you felt stupid begging her for more. but Kate didn't care, on the contrary, it motivated her.

"Yes ma'am" she used her thumb to rub your clit with circles. And you used your hips to move them and started to ride on Kate's fingers to speed up and quench your thirst. As she felt yours hips moved, she put her other hand on your hip to help you move. It really turned you on when she complimented you in her low voice, and as if she read your mind she leaned against your ear and uttered a few words.

"You're such a good girl riding my fingers" she announced running her other hand through your hair. You couldn't tell what Kate was doing that made you feel so good, but she defenietly knows she's doing it good.

"This is way better than that boring party, hm?" she asked the question to move away from you a bit, because she was definitely close, to admire you and your reaction to each quickening of Kate's fingers.

"Defenietly" Kate didn't expect an answer to her question because she knew you were focused on what she was doing with her hands, but the answer did not disappoint her.

Not even a minute has passed and you already have felt a familiar feeling in the lower abdomen, while you threw your head back in pleasure.

"Oh Kate" A moan escaped your throat as her fingers continued to move inside you to give you more pleasure.

She watches you with a smirk, as you choke on your moans and whines as she keeps her rhythm without a pause, aware that she can feel you clenching around her digits. she pressed her lips back to your neck to graze your skin with her lips, to give you more pleasure.

"Kate" you moaned as you cum on Kate's fingers, clutching her jacket over her shoulders. Her free hand went to your ass squeezing it. You sighed in relief, smiling coquettishly at Kate. Archer remembered how she had been dreaming all day about making you feel good, and now she could finally feel the satisfaction of having done it, and even in such a short amount of time.

"You're not that good at all" you stated with an arrogant smile after a moment of catching your breath. Of course you was joking, because Kate did a great job, and it still drives you crazy.

"So those moans were faked?" she asked amused, knowing full well that you were joking. You hummed, tilting your head to the side smiling. She ran her tongue over her lower teeth, narrowing her eyes. You were grateful to Kate that it wasn't awkward and you felt at ease around her. You knew it wasn't a one time thing.

She shook her head, then a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. She bent down pressing her lips to yours again, realizing she missed them. Your tongues met in a perfect dance as you moaned into Kate's mouth. You pulled away from her mouth to bite her lip.

"Just kidding, you were amazing" you admitted holding her close by the neck. Her charming smile made you want to squeal throwing yourself on her lips. And you could faint at the sight of her.

"Oh I know that my lady" she replied arrogantly at which you rolled your eyes sarcastically, biting your lip to keep from smiling amusedly. "Oh fuck you really driving me crazy" She growled, throwing her head back thinking you look so beautifully and hot. A mischievous smile appeared on your lips at Kate's comment.

"You do this to me too" You chuckled softly, "Especially by wearing this suit" You continued quietly, Adjusting her jacket. Kate smiled to herself, remembering how she thought of you while she was wearing this black suit, imagining what you would wear tonight and what you would look like in it, and those were definitely innocent thoughts. She close her eyelids as archer lifted her head from the backseat to smile innocently at you.

"The fact that I look good in it, turns you on?" She asked placing her hand on your thigh. It really puzzled her.

"Definitely yes. But I like your hands even more" You admitted smiling shyly. Her hands really made you feel butterflies in your stomach every time you saw them.

"What?" She asked frowning her eyebrows with a stupid smile on her face, obviously confused by your confession. You rolled your eyes sarcastically, taking her hand from your thigh, to show it to Kate.

"They are so slim, strong and really veiny" You explained looking at her hand "And skillful" You added quietly, smiling stupid, reminding how you imagine how skill her fingers could be.

"So..?" Kate looked up from her hand to look at you questioningly. You giggled at her confusion.

"This makes them attractive" You replied amused.

"And that makes you horny?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Ah-ha" you admitted humming quietly biting your lip. Kate raised her eyebrows in surprise. she didn't understand how you could enjoy it, but if you did, Kate is glad to know another way to tease you.

"So you must have been imagining my fingers inside you, hm?" Her smirk only grew as you nodded your head blushing. She giggled, as she shook her head at the new information, unable to help thinking that you were probably touching yourself thinking about her.

"Mh, good to know" she looked at her hand again, trying to figure out why it turns you on, but she couldn't find anything. You looked at her with a smile as you saw the confusion in her eyes. You move a little on her lap bringing her back to reality and her eyes connected to your body.

"Well, my hands excite you, and your whole body excites me more" she said boldly licking her dry lips, staring a little too long at your breasts. Her hands landed back on your hips and her hoarsly voice and her confession had you moaning. You and Kate enjoyed each other's company for a while longer, then decided to head back to the party and spent the rest of the evening smiling at each other decidedly innocently.

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[auriferousmcgregor]

[ open interaction ]

" oh hello ! i didn't see you there, i'm sorry. " the dark haired archer apologized to your muse.

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[becabeale143]

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[katebishopsbaefy]

Exhausted

pairing: kate bishop x reader

summary: you come home after a long day of being a superhero and kate helps clean you up :))))

warnings: swearing, blood, sorta nudity but not sexual at all (just for bandaging purposes), kate and reader are down bad

word count: 1496

notes: heyyyy guys i totally said i would post a wandanat fic but im literally never getting to that bc im a busy girl in a busy world so have this instead :)

You trudge your way down the hall of the apartment complex, rubbing your arms to keep the cold away. All you want is the warmth of your girlfriend after a long day of fighting crime. On a normal day, you would’ve called before showing up, or at least gone through the window instead of the front door. Today, though, you were too tired to care.

You knock tentatively on the door of Kate’s place; one knock, three knocks, two knocks to let her know it’s you. It takes about ten seconds for her to fling the door open and another three to get worried.

Studying your face, she says, “Oh, shit. Hard day?” She takes the mask in your hands and throws it somewhere on the couch as she guides you inside. All you can muster is a small nod, pure exhaustion taking over as you press your face into her shoulder. Her arms wrap around you and her hands gently play with your hair. That is, until she feels the blood seeping through your shirt.

She pulls away immediately to inspect the gash on your shoulder. “Holy fuck, babe. You have to stop getting hurt so badly.” She says it with some amusement, but the expression on her face reveals her fear.

You reach your hand up to rub at your eye. “‘It's fine,” you mumble. You figure the faster you can get her to stop worrying, the more hugs you can get, and the faster you can get the sleep you so desperately need. You put all your energy into smiling at her. She doesn’t buy it.

“Um, no. C’mon, we’ll go get you cleaned up,” she argues. You groan quietly, but she just tugs your hand towards the stairs. You quickly shuffle up to her and lean most of your body weight into her side, to which she happily wraps an arm around your waist and helps you up the stairs. You feel a little bad for making Kate practically carry you, but you’re too tired to walk on your own.

Kate places you gently on her bed and runs to grab some first aid supplies and a towel for your shoulder. You wait to lean back on her pillow until she comes back and places it under your wound so blood won’t get everywhere. Watching her sort through the bandages, you prop your head up on the headboard and smile to yourself; she looks pretty when she’s concentrating.

“Okay, here, let me do your face first,” she mutters, gently straddling your legs. You lean back to look up at her and feel your face get red at your proximity. This time, she grins at you. As gently as she can, Kate holds your cheek with one hand and begins to work the dirt and blood out of the small cuts littering your face, occasionally turning away to get a new band-aid or clean Q-tip. You stare into her watery blue eyes that scan you, her eyebrows that scrunch a little with focus, her cheeks that are painted a soft pink for the same reason as yours, her lips that are upturned in the smallest smile.

The way her fingers softly dance across your face makes you even sleepier than you were before, and your eyes start to fall closed every couple of seconds. The exhaustion hits you like a bus, worse than before and you can’t keep yourself awake despite how much you try.

Kate’s thumb brushes over your cheekbone. “You can sleep,” she murmurs, “I’m sort of almost done. Couple more minutes. I’ll try to be gentle so I don’t wake you up.” You don’t think she could be any more gentle than she already is, though. Your eyes drift fully shut as you feel her softly kiss your forehead, quickly falling asleep.

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You wake up what can’t be more than thirty minutes later to Kate messing with your shirt sleeve. You lazily turn your head towards her hands, blinking confusedly. She quickly stops.

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. I need to fix the cut on your arm, but I didn’t want to take your shirt off while you were asleep, so I thought maybe I could just move your sleeve up, but it wasn’t really working and I didn’t want to wake you up but I guess you’re already awake so I just… uh… yeah,” she spits out. You can’t help the massive smile that grows on your lips at her; her nervous rambling, how she didn’t want to disturb your sleep or take your shirt off, the way she’s still being so soft with you. It makes you fall just a little more in love with her.

Her nervous expression fades into small giggles. She looks at her hands in her lap, quietly twisting her fingers together. She asks, “Is it okay if I take your shirt off? Just to fix your shoulder. I won’t if you don’t want me to.”

You nod silently, continuing to smile softly at her. She moves her hands to the hem of your suit’s top, gently pulling tight fabric over your head and chucking it into the hamper on the other side of the room. She quickly gathers her materials and starts examining the cut. 

“Stitches?” you whisper, fear lacing your small voice. You hate needles and especially didn’t want to get stitched up while you were so out of it. Fortunately, Kate shakes her head.

“No stitches, don’t worry,” she replies, beginning to clean and bandage the wound. You can’t help but admire everything about her for the 50th time tonight. You’re still sleepy, but your staring keeps you contentedly awake.

“All done,” Kate says, breaking you out of your trance. She moves her bandages and other tools to the side so she can take a good look at your arm, then your face. Her hand finds yours, thumb gently rubbing across your knuckles. You look up at her eyes to find her studying you, just as you had been studying her before. You can tell by the way her eyes flick downwards, only for a quick second, and the way they gaze back into yours when they return how desperate she is to kiss you. However eager she is, she knows just as much how exhausted you are and doesn’t want to push you. Regardless, your lips quirk upwards and you squeeze her hand softly to let her know it’s okay. 

She leans forward, pressing her lips to yours as softly as she can. You press a little closer to her to deepen the kiss, just enough for both of you to feel satisfied and bask in the other’s love.

You pull away after a minute or an hour, head spinning and heart pounding. Your hands are still interlocked in your laps and Kate keeps rubbing her thumb over your palm; back and forth, then circles, then tracing your name into your skin. You can almost feel all of her love seeping into you from the small act. You lose track of time again, sitting together and just being.

A yawn from you interrupts the quiet of the moment. Kate giggles at you and reaches behind herself to grab your set of pajamas from the foot of the bed. They’re not technically yours, since the set entirely consists of clothes you stole from her, but she would never dare ask for them back. She likes how you look in her shirt, anyway.

“Here, arms up,” she says. You lazily follow her directions, and she slips the old t-shirt over your head. Then, you work together to take off the rest of your hero suit and exchange it for old flannel pants.

Once you’re dressed, Kate flops on the bed next to you and you curl into her side, happy to finally get to sleep. She starts rubbing your back with one hand, the other picking up your hand again. You bury your face into the crook of her neck, not caring for the small cuts you aggravate. You feel like you can’t get close enough to her. You settle, and it’s quiet for a moment.

“You smell good,” you whisper, breaking the silence. It’s the first thing you’ve said in a while, you realize, since you’ve been too tired to speak. You felt like she needed to know, though, that she smells like home. It should be an odd mix: coconut shampoo, Old Spice deodorant, honey from tea she must have had earlier, yet, it’s so comfortingly Kate.

Kate giggles again. “Thank you. You also smell good,” she murmurs into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You know you don't; you smell like sweat and dirt. It’s nice that she’s nice, though. 

Her touch makes you so sleepy and comfy that you fall asleep within seconds, your hands still intertwined. Neither of you let go for the whole night.

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[comet-forgot-you]

reflections

kate bishop x reader

summary: kate shows you how much she enjoys the gift you got her for her birthday.

warnings: 18+ pls, smut, mirror sex, strap use, kate refers to her strap as her cock, tummy bulge, edging (maybe?), kate really wants you to watch.

a/n: guys idk whats wrong with me what happened to my long works?? did they get lost in my break? find out next time 👹 do not repost for any reason.

the room was dark, the only source of light coming from the tv playing a movie that had been long forgotten. hands held your hips in a tight grip, kate’s breath against your neck. “look, baby,” she whispers in your ear, tilting your head up to look at the mirror in front of you.

the sight elicits a quiet whine from you. your legs spread wide open, kate’s strap buried deep in your cunt, you’re almost certain you can see it cause a bulge in your belly. it’s purple, matching kate’s signature color perfectly. your eyes try to find kate’s, but they’re much too concentrated on where the two of you meet.

her hand moves down to your thigh, squeezing gently at the fat of it. “kate,” you whine, grinding against the strap. it nudges against your walls so perfectly, a moan falling from your lips. kate’s eyes meet yours, they’re dark, full of need.

“hmm?” she hums, pressing a kiss to skin below your ear. it sends a shiver down your spine.

“please, js’ fuck me. need it so bad,” you slur, grinding your hips against her strap. kate smiles against your skin before guiding your hips to bounce on the strap. kate’s hand previously holding your thigh moves to rub tight circles against your swollen clit. your eyes roll back, loud whines falling from your lips.

“so needy, baby. if you wanna cum, you’ll have to watch me fuck you,” she murmurs. your gaze snaps to your reflection, not wanting to have your orgasm ripped away from you. “good girl.”

“fuck, kate.” she picks up her pace, bucking her hips up to meet your sopping cunt. its all so good, the stretch of the strap, the way it presses against your sweet spots so perfectly, it’s all so good, so fucking good.

“look at you, takin’ my cock so well, hmm?” you nod, unable to form the words. “yeah,” she draws out, biting the skin of your neck gently. your walls squeeze around the plastic of kate’s strap and she cants seem to tear her gaze from the scene in front of her. her fingers graze your stomach before pushing down against the bulge her strap causes. “look baby,” she whispers. your eyes are already locked on her hands. “my cock’s fillin’ you up so good, so much, look at how good im fillin’ you up, baby.” her words are so nasty, your cheeks heat up.

“katee,” your head falls back against her shoulder and kate’s movements are quick to halt. “nonono, please katie, need to cum so bad,” you whine out, trying desperately to save your orgasm by grinding down against her strap. her hands grip your hips, stopping your movements.

“no, what did i tell you, baby? you gotta watch if you wanna cum. don’t be shy now, baby, won’t do you any good,” her words are firm and you try to lift your head up to watch. “good girl,” she murmurs as you lift your head.

her previous actions resume, her fingers teasing your clit, other hand holding your hip to help fuck up into you. you can feel your orgasm approaching, the coil in your stomach so close to snapping.

kate bites your shoulder gently before placing a kiss on it. “cum, baby, know you wanna,” she whispers. minutes pass before you’re coming undone on her strap.

“yeah, just like that, doin’ so good, baby,” she murmurs as you come down from your high. you’re breathless, the feeling of her strap still buried deep inside of you feeling so fucking good. “thanks for the birthday gift, baby,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck.

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[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Sunrise in the East

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Fem!Reader ; Hailee Steinfeld x Fem!Reader very briefly at the start.

Summary: Reader is very happy having one-night stands or having friends with benefits, avoiding any serious relationship for a while now. However, things change and she suddenly starts to think that dating wouldn't be all that bad.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, so be kind. This is not overly romantic but I do think it represents very well what happens in real life. Also there's some light smut and some very light bdsm (very light).

MASTERLIST

You were still slightly out of breath while you slipped your pants up your legs, the sweat attached to your skin making it a bit harder to do so. Maybe you shouldn’t have chosen such tight jeans to wear that night, but oh well. Leaving the button undone, you turned around to find where your shirt had landed during the haste to get into bed earlier. At least you knew it was inside the room because, more often than not, you would have to walk around the fancy penthouse naked to collect your clothes.

Neither of you was careful with the undressing part.

You found your shirt - the simple black shirt you had slipped on after leaving your house - hanging precariously on the back of the armchair, almost falling behind it, where you probably wouldn’t think about looking before giving up and asking to borrow a shirt from the girl still lying on the bed. You glanced at the naked body barely being covered by the blue sheet while pulling the shirt over your head and grinned a little when you noticed the still red skin where your hands held a hip before. You were undeniably proud of yourself. Shamelessly so too.

Hailee paid you no mind, used by now to have you get up and collect your clothes before either of you could get too comfortable on the large bed, as she propped herself up with one arm to reach out for her phone on the nightstand with the other. Before jumping on the bed with your lips attached to one of her lips, you had asked to use her charger so you wouldn’t have a dead phone while driving back home, so your cell phone was also on the nightstand beside hers.

With one last look at the woman - still feeling so goddamn proud of yourself - you went inside the bathroom to make yourself more presentable to walk out of her apartment. You would have to take the elevator down and walk to your car parked across the street. If anyone happened to stumble over you, the last thing you needed was to look freshly fucked. You were very open about your sexuality to the press but there was no need for anyone to find out about your little arrangement with Hailee.

You were just using her mouthwash to rinse your mouth - sadly losing the last traces of her taste on your tongue - when you planned your next steps. Go to the kitchen, drink some water, go back to the bedroom, grab your phone, put your belt back on - you would have to take that one from the headboard of Hailee’s bed - and leave. Maybe you would make a quick stop by the wine store on your way home since it was on your way.

Mouthwash back in place at the sink, you left the bathroom with a big intake of breath. “Do you want some water?” You asked her, leaning down to grab Hailee’s bra from the floor. She threw it on the armchair with a smirk.

Hailee nodded distractedly before she turned to grab the empty glass from her nightstand so you could fill it. That’s when your phone screen lighted up with a new text message and, even though you knew that wasn’t Hailee’s intention, she ended up reading what it said before the screen went black again. You weren’t worried about it, of course, but you quirked one eyebrow when Hailee grabbed your phone and threw you a glare that was obviously filled with anger.

“Did you just receive a text from someone else wanting to have sex with you while you’re still in my room?” She asked and, for a moment, you weren’t sure if she was actually mad or just playing with you.

The agreement between you two has been clear since the start. You were both single, you both needed to take some of the edge off sometimes, and you both enjoyed sex. It was a friends-with-benefits kind of situation, something that has been working for you two for about six months now. You were friends for longer, ever since you met her on the set of Hawkeye, but the sexual part of your friendship hadn’t started immediately.

And even now, six months later, nothing has changed between you two. You hung out with other people from the cast, you chatted and had a nice friendship that didn’t get complicated when one of you wanted to have sex.

The thing is Hailee wasn’t the only one you had that agreement with.

Your job didn’t allow you to be in the same city all the time and you, well, you enjoyed sex.

Having sex without any type of attachment was kind of your thing, actually, and Hailee was aware of that. You two spoke of going out and meeting other people all the time. There was no way you would’ve imagined she would be surprised, and apparently mad, to see you had some type of established friends-with-benefits thing with someone else.

When you didn’t say a thing, Hailee tapped on the screen of your phone to read the text out loud for you. “Are you free tonight? I’m in town and my hotel room has some good wine.” Hailee finished reading it and looked back at you. “With a wink face in the end.”

You were still standing in the middle of her room, not sure how to react to the drastic turn of events, but you just decided to go straight to the point. “We’re not dating,” you reminded her. “And you know I sleep with other people.”

Hailee kept looking at you for a while, probably trying to read what was going on inside your head, until she let out a breath and threw your phone on the mattress. “Don’t blame me for thinking this is a bit wicked.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You decided to do the button on your pants, suddenly not as comfortable anymore, before you stepped closer to the bed to grab your phone. You unlocked the screen to open the messages and, sure enough, there was the text that got Hailee so worked up. Florence’s name was flashing with the notification and you didn’t manage to hold back a little smile because you had no idea Florence would be in the US, let alone in the same town. You liked spending time with her way before you two started with the booty call thing.

“Are you going to see her tonight?” Hailee asked, trying to sound like she didn’t care, but you still saw how she kept throwing glances at you while looking through her phone again.

“Please, don’t tell me you caught some feelings for me,” you teased in order to try to avoid a fight. You didn’t want to fight tonight, especially about that. You liked being very clear with every girl you made an arrangement with. No attachments, no feelings, no wanting to boss you around. “That would be a terrible, terrible, destiny.” You walked to the side of the bed where she was and leaned in closer to her face.

Hailee locked eyes with you, almost challenging, but the girl broke eye contact first, as expected, glancing at your lips with a hungry look on her face. “No, I didn’t.”

“Really? So why are you so mad?”

Dark eyes snapped back to yours, now flaring with anger, and you chuckled happily before pulling away to add some space between you two. There was no way you were going to stay around now. “I’m not mad.” It only took one of your glares for Hailee to sigh and refute what she had just said. “I guess I just felt… disposable,” she admitted almost shyly, going back to being the girl who would give you doe eyes while you tied her wrists to the headboard with your belt.

“Well,” you raised your eyebrows, “we don’t have anything serious going on.”

“No, we don’t,” Hailee agreed with a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” You offered her a smile, feeling a bit more relaxed now that the crisis has been averted. Considering that Hailee was very adamant about keeping her bisexuality hidden from the public eye and how eager she had talked about the date she had next week with someone else, you were pretty sure she hadn’t suddenly developed feelings for you, but you guess it would throw most people off to read a text like that. “But, to answer your question, I’m going home. I know it looks like I have infinite stamina but I can’t exactly go around having sex all night,” you joked.

Thankfully, Hailee laughed. “I didn’t know you and Florence have a thing. You never told me.”

“A girl don’t kiss and tell, Hailee,” you winked at her.

“You totally do!” She laughed again, even louder now, before throwing a pillow at you. “But fine, keep your secrets.”

“Hey, I’m just so damn lucky that Marvel gave me two jobs at the same time, and it just happened to be to share a screen with two hot women,” you teased her, addressing the fact that you had shot Hawkeye and the Black Widow movie at the same time a few months ago. Those had been crazy times because you had to be at both locations across the ocean from each other, remember your lines, shoot the scenes without screwing up too much, and find some time to sleep. “And I just spoke exactly like Hemsworth would,” you completed with a grimace.

“Who else you hooked up with?”

Laughing, you shook your head. “Good night, Hailee,” you said while leaning in to grab your belt before turning to leave her room.

[...]

You didn’t meet with Florence that night, though you two made plans to see each other the next day since the girl would be in town for another week. Just like it had happened with Hailee, you and Florence became friends with benefits over time. Things with Florence were very hassle-free. You went out as friends, hung out, grabbed drinks together, watched movies, went to new restaurants, talked about people you two went out with, and, sometimes, you had sex.

It was great and so simple that you could easily say that was probably the one thing in your life that wasn’t even a bit complicated. Which was something that only crossed your mind the night before while you were driving home with music blasting through the radio. Your little chat with Hailee had provoked your thoughts enough to have some of them jump on the back of your head and grab your attention.

You had said to Hailee that having feelings for you would’ve been stupid and you didn’t think you were lying about it but it also made you think about what you were doing with your life exactly. You never had a very serious relationship that lasted more than a few months and now, when most people your age were married with kids, you were still holding onto ‘friends with benefits’ things instead of building up the courage to actually try to build a life with someone. That wasn’t something you were ever worried about but your life crisis lasted the entire night and, by the time you managed to fall asleep, you were pretty sure you would end up being one of the people who died alone in a nursing home without having anyone else to talk with but the nurse who had to change your diaper because she was paid to do so.

A bit dramatic, sure, but your job was literally doing that in front of a screen.

So, by the time you met up with Florence that night, you had an entire day to mull over your life and had made up your mind about what you wanted for the future.

Of course that it was quite hard to remember what your decision had been when Florence had you pinned down on the bed, face pressed against the pillow and ass up, while she pounded behind you with a strap that you had no idea how she managed to travel with it inside her bag. Florence was one of the very few people you ever allowed to fuck you like that. Most of the time, you preferred to be on top, to be in charge, to see the person’s face while you two fucked each other's brain out, but Florence managed to get you so comfortable over time that you would allow her to do whatever she wanted with you.

You could still remember one of the first times you two had sex - a night when you had been a bit rougher than the times before that - and how Florence immediately demanded that you two talk about boundaries so you wouldn’t accidentally trigger each other in bed. You were lying on your back, hands behind your head and a smug grin on your face after making her scream out for the entire hotel to hear, and Florence was straddling your hips slowly grinding against you even after her own orgasm.

“What about color code?” She had asked with her husky voice and sexy accent.

“What about it?” You replied without having a clue what she was talking about because the way she was grinding against you was making your head spin.

Florence chuckled lowly, sending a shiver down your spine. “Red, yellow and green. So we can communicate more easily.”

“Why?” You frowned. “Can’t we just say stop and harder?”

“Because it’s sexy,” she had replied while leaning down, one hand brushing against your skin, up your abs, between your breasts, until her fingers closed around your throat and applied some pressure to make it a bit harder for you to breathe. “Color?” Florence asked in a whisper against your ear before her tongue darted out to lick a hot trail on your neck.

You gulped and your hips jerked trying to get more friction from her. Even so, you decided to be honest about it. “Yellow.”

“Why?” Florence wondered as her fingers lost strength around your throat and she leaned back to look at you.

You shrugged. “Not my thing, I suppose.”

She nodded then before lying on top of you again. This time, the other hand that had been serving as a support on the bed sneaked between your back and the mattress, going up until it reached the back of your head. There, she grabbed a handful of your hair and gave it a very gentle pull. So gentle you could only feel the pressure of her fingers holding your curls. “Color?” Florence asked again and you had to agree that it was a sexier way to discuss those types of things.

“That’s a very green situation,” you replied playfully. “Like, lime green situation.”

And then Florence chuckled against your ear and your hips picked up pace and the conversation ended up with both of you cumming all over each other. It had been one of the sexiest experiences in your life but it also proved to you that you could trust Florence and could trust being intimate with her. She respected you and you respected her, and, above all, you were friends.

That’s why you weren’t even a little ashamed of the almost pornographic moan that escaped your lips when, after you came for what felt like at least ten minutes, Florence rolled off you with a groan after putting her body to such extremes to bring you over the edge. She collapsed beside you in bed, even though you were lying right in the middle and hadn’t moved at all, and got rid of the toy and the sheets that were tangled on your legs. You were grateful for that because your body felt like it was on fire and even the thin sheet was making it worse.

“God, no one can make me cum as hard as you can,” you declared out of nowhere, making Florence snap her eyes back to you in surprise for a second before she chuckled. “I swear to God,” you insisted, even nodding a little before closing your eyes to try to get a hold of your breath.

“I'm flattered,” Florence replied in amusement as she leaned closer to give you a light bite on the shoulder.

You sighed and finally found enough strength to turn to your side so you could face her. There was a small gap between your bodies because you were still feeling too warm. “You should.” You smiled and wiggled your eyebrows. “I can't even feel my legs right now.”

It made Florence laugh again and, as she threw her head back, your eyes hungrily took on the column of her neck. “That's why you keep coming back for more,” she teased you and then reached out behind her to grab the water bottle she left there earlier that night.

You watched her for a moment - the gulp of water, her eyes dancing with mirth as she looked at you, her lips curling around the bottle - and accepted a sip of water when she offered you some. You handed her the bottle back already deciding to start talking. “You know… I was with someone else when you texted me yesterday.”

Florence didn’t look surprised or affected by the information, although her voice became a bit sarcastic when she spoke again. “Oh, no. Did I get you in trouble?”

You rolled your eyes at her fake concern. “No, not really. Well, I mean, a little bit,” you admitted with a grimace. “She got mad that I received a text from another girl but she promised it wasn’t because she was in love with me or anything. Something about feeling disposable.” You didn’t think you needed to tell Florence who you were with and you were sure she didn’t even care or wanted to know either, so you didn’t say it. Hailee’s secret would be safe.

“Friends with benefits does work a lot like that, yes,” Florence retorted with a knowing look, as if she knew all about what you were telling her. You wouldn’t be shocked to know that she went through something similar herself because, as far as you knew, you also weren’t Florence's first fuckbuddy.

She said nothing else after that, and neither did you for a while. Eventually, Florence closed her eyes as if she was about to go to sleep and you knew you had to say what you wanted before she started to snore beside you - you didn’t feel the same need to rush out of her bed like you did with everyone else.

“Flo?”

“Yeah?” She didn’t open her eyes or move from the comfortable position she was in - with one hand under her cheek and the other one resting on the mattress between you two.

You hesitated only for a second simply because you didn’t want to disturb the peace she seemed to have found. Even so, you needed to say it and Florence’s sleep would sadly have to wait a few more minutes. “Is there any chance this thing between us could ever be more?”

As expected, Florence’s eyes snapped open so fast that it was almost comical to watch it. “What?”

“Don’t freak out yet,” you told her, biting your lip to hold back a laugh that wanted to escape. “I'm not about to confess my undying love or something like that,” you promised her. “I was just wondering if there is even a small chance of us being more than just fuck buddies.”

Florence still looked too surprised to say anything more than some questions. “What brought this on?” She used one elbow to hold her body up to look at you.

“The girl from yesterday, actually. It got me thinking.” You shrugged and then mumbled: “Probably more than I should.” You sighed and rolled to your back to stare at the ceiling. “As cliche as it is, I’m not getting any younger. I'm older than you.” Even saying that made you cringe because you hated being reminded that you were older than those girls, that you most definitely were trying to be forever in your mid-twenties even though you had passed that already. “You’re still young and don't have to worry about those things yet, but I'm starting to think about having a serious relationship.” You turned your head to look at her and added: “Settle down,” as if she might not understand what you were trying to say.

Florence quirked one eyebrow. “And you think I'm the right person to do it with?”

Her reaction didn’t surprise you, of course. You two were friends who enjoyed sex with each other. Florence had never shown any extra interest in you other than that but, as you had realized the night before, she was the one person in your life who you could see maybe building up something more than casual sex with. That’s why you were having that conversation and you knew she would have her reservations about it since you just dropped the subject on her out of nowhere.

So, you tried to lighten up the mood with a smile and a little joke. “Well, it wouldn’t be fair with you, if I'm being honest.”

“What do you mean?”

“To tie you up with someone older when you’re still young enough to enjoy being single?” You gave her a playful stare. “What an asshole move.” To add some effect to your words, you rolled your eyes and scoffed to yourself before shrugging again. “But I'm a bit selfish, I guess.”

Florence watched you for a moment, still confused but starting to see what you were trying to say. “So why are we having this conversation?”

“Because I would like to know if this more serious thing I’m looking for could be found with you,” you confessed, never one to beat around the bush. “If so, we could give it a try.” You saw her opening her mouth to say something so you quickly kept talking. “I'm not saying we would immediately start dating and get married by the end of the year, but we would give it a try. It could work or it couldn’t.” That’s the only thing you wanted. To know if there was a chance for you two to at least try. Like you said, it might not work, but you knew that, if it didn’t, it wouldn’t affect your friendship. Florence might be younger than you but she was very mature and you would be able to handle it if things went south. “That’s how dating goes, you know?”

“And if not? We don’t have sex anymore?” Florence wondered and then dropped into bed again with a sad sigh. “That would be sad. Sex with you is pretty great.”

That made you laugh. “We don’t have to stop this. We can still fuck,” you told her. “I'm just telling you that I would start looking for someone else to build a relationship with. We can still fuck until I find that person.” That wasn’t exactly new. That’s exactly how every relationship works. You were allowed to have sex with whoever you wanted until you started something serious with someone. Most people wouldn’t let their friend with benefits know they were trying to find someone else to date but things were never traditional with Florence anyway.

“The girl from yesterday…?” The blonde wondered without finishing her phrase.

You quickly shook your head when you understood what she meant, though. “It wouldn’t work out like that between us. She knows it too.”

“And you think it would work with me?” Florence insisted and, this time, she sounded incredulous that you would think that.

“It could.” Again, you laughed. The look on her face was pretty priceless. You decided to turn on your side again so you two would be facing each other and playfully dragged your fingers on the mattress to poke her ribs. “You fuck me like nobody else, I trust you. Not everyone is allowed to fuck me on all fours, you know?” You joked, your nail scratching her skin. “Or pull my hair,” you added with a wink and then removed your hand from her body so you wouldn’t get too distracted. “We never tried to get further than that because we both agreed on the fuck buddies thing, but I think I could find many things about you to like. You're funny and extremely caring about everyone else. That’s enough for me to want to give it a try, if you want to.”

Florence hesitated long enough for you to know what her answer would be. It made you a little sad, of course, but you weren’t heartbroken by it. “And if I don’t, we’re not going to stop…”

“No.” You shook your head to put more emphasis on it.

And, to no one’s surprise, Florence sighed and said: “I'm sorry.”

You chuckled and reached out to squeeze her hand. “Don't be, Florence.”

“But I am,” she whined, intertwining her fingers with yours and bringing your joined hands to her chest. “I'm really sorry because you're a great person and I can see what you're saying about it possibly working out.” You tried not to think about the back of your fingers touching her boobs, though it was easier than expected because you just couldn’t look away from the sad look on her face. “But I'm not ready to have anything serious.”

“And that’s okay,” you said and meant every word. You wouldn’t hold it against her at all. You asked her a question and she answered it. Now you could move on. “You don’t have to do something you don’t feel ready to do. Especially something like this.”

“I'm sorry,” Florence repeated softly.

“Stop apologizing,” you chuckled again to let her know it was fine and she shouldn’t be feeling so guilty about it. “Thank you for being honest and saving both of us some time, okay?” To show her how grateful you were for that, you leaned in and brushed your lips against her collarbone before letting your teeth grasp against the soft skin there. “Now, I remember you saying something about more sex. My legs are still shaking but my mouth is working just fine.”

And that was it.

No hard feelings.

You saw Florence two more times after that before she left town to go shoot her new movie somewhere in Europe. You had sex at one of those times but you both had brunch with a few friends in common the other day and it was good to realize nothing had changed. You both promised to keep in touch after Florence went to the airport and talked about maybe seeing each other again in a few months when she was done shooting and you were done with your own job, and that was the end of it.

Sadly, it was the end quite literally.

Florence’s shooting delayed several weeks due to bad weather and, by the time she was back in the US, you had left to shoot a series in Australia. When you returned home, she was in the UK. When you went to Europe, she was doing a press tour in Japan. And so on. Your agendas were always clashing and you never stumbled over each other. You saw her briefly once when you attended the same award show almost a year after the last time you had sex but you had to catch a plane right after the award was over.

Even though you didn’t meet in person, you never stopped talking over texts and eventual calls when you had the time. Florence was still your friend and you enjoyed talking with her.

Life kept going on like that.

You called off most of your casual hookups with time but you tried to focus on your job more than your romantic life despite what you have decided about having a serious relationship. You wanted it, but you didn’t want to rush into anything out of desperation just to regret it later. Things would fall in place with time, you were certain of it.

Close to the two-year anniversary of the conversation you had with Florence, you received the news that a new Marvel movie was going to start being shot in a couple of months and most of the cast was going to be called back to do it. That meant you would work with her again but not only her. Many of your old friends would be there and you were very excited to live all of that with them again.

When the announcement was made, Scarlett reached out to ask all the women to a dinner party in her house and you obviously accepted it. Scarlett was a dear friend of yours and you would’ve agreed to meet her for dinner despite of the reason, although she added more reasons for you to say eyes when she said she was trying to get the girls back together before shooting. You saw some known faces in there and it was an amazing night. You all ate, talked, laughed and joked all night, and you had such a great time there that you had a permanent smile on your face when you walked out of the door by the end of it.

Brie was talking loudly while walking towards the cab that she had called to herself and Florence was standing beside you while you two watched her go in amusement. That was the first time in a long time that you two spent time together and you couldn’t deny that you had missed it. Florence made it easy to enjoy her presence.

After Brie was safely inside the car, you turned to walk to where you had parked since you all had already said your goodbyes, but Florence’s voice stopped you in your tracks. “Hey, would you like to grab a drink? We could go to my hotel, they have an excellent bar by the lobby.”

You smiled because, yes, you had hoped you two could catch up, but you had thought about asking Florence to go to a new restaurant with you the next day or something. You turned back to her and nodded. “I would love that, yes.”

That’s how you two ended up sitting at the bar stools laughing loudly without a care in the world. You had talked a lot during the dinner but you two found more things to talk about. It was easy to talk with Florence, it was easy to tell her silly stories and make fun of yourself because you knew she wouldn’t judge you for any of it. And you loved to hear her talk about her own life and her own adventures and everything that happened at the time you hadn’t seen each other.

You lost track of time and you were surprised when you glanced at your phone and saw it was almost two in the morning already. There was just one other table being occupied and two other clients on the stools by the counters but you could tell the people on the bar were praying everyone would leave soon so they could clean up and go home. You were just thinking about calling it a night and asking Florence to meet up again tomorrow when you felt her fingers brushing on the back of your hand timidly.

“So… Did you meet that person?”

You didn’t have to ask what she was talking about. “I did, yes,” you admitted and then shrugged. “It didn’t work out but that's fine.” You had met someone who you thought might be the person for you but it all went downhill pretty quickly after five months together. “We’re still friends.”

She nodded slowly in understanding. “Anyone else now?”

You could see where this was going, even more so because the fingers on your hand were drawing little circles against your skin and because her eyes were glued to yours. You had been on the end of Florence’s flirting many times before to know she was trying to subtly say what she wanted that night. You didn’t mind. In fact, you were suddenly very excited about it. As said before, you had hoped, but didn’t expect it to happen.

“No,” you replied with a smirk as your other hand found a way to her thigh, barely covered by the dress she was wearing. She smiled back at you, eyes sparkling, and you felt your heart melt inside your chest a little. “I'm happy to see you again, Flo,” you confessed in an unusual emotional moment. “It's been a long time.”

Florence nodded eagerly and licked her lips all while slipping from the stool and tugging at your hand to do the same. “Way too long, yes.”

Hours later, you were both naked on the bed again, sheets kicked to the floor, bodies sweaty, short breaths, scratched backs. Even after so long, you two still had the same chemistry as before. It was still easy. Still amazing.

You were lying on your stomach, both arms beneath the pillow where your head was resting, eyes closed as you felt her fingertips brush against your back. The last time you checked, Florence was lying on your side looking at you but you were feeling too tired to open your eyes again to see if she moved. Besides, the air around you two felt like she was trying to gather up enough courage to start a conversation and you didn’t want to ruin the moment.

Whatever she wanted to say, it looked important.

You were starting to feel sleep creep in when you finally heard Florence sighing.

“The conversation we had a year ago.” Florence didn’t say more. She didn’t finish her sentence or start something else, and you just knew she had lost courage in the middle of her phrase.

You almost smiled. Instead, you decided to ask her: “What about it?”

You couldn’t see her but Florence bit her bottom lip and her eyes looked at you with something between concern and longing on them. “I wasn't ready then but… If you still think we could give it a try…”

You had hoped.

But you didn’t expect it.

You smiled, eyes still closed. “Aren't you going to ask me out on a date, Ms Pugh?”

“Would you say yes?”

“I don't know.” It was becoming harder to hold back the laugh that wanted to escape. “You didn’t ask yet.”

Florence chuckled and you finally cracked one eye open to see her nose scrunch in that adorable way it always did. Florence’s fingers never stopped drawing random patterns on your back. “Would you go on a date with me? Almost two years later because it took me some time to catch up with you.”

Something you would never blame her for, of course. Florence was still young then. She still is now but those two years had matured her a lot from what you could tell. Not to mention that things between us wouldn’t have worked back then. Not with the crazy schedule you both have. If she had said yes back then and you two tried to date, you wouldn’t have the time to actually be together. No relationship would ever work like that.

But now… Now she was older, she knew what she wanted and so did you, and you were about to slow down on your agendas for a while. It was the perfect time to try it.

“I would love to,” you finally answered and saw her muscles visibly relaxed. You closed your eye again, smiling and trying not to look so damn smug about it. “You pick the restaurant and I will wear something nice for you to take it off by the end of the night.”

Her husky laugh filled the room. “I like the sound of that.”

After saying that, Florence curled against your side and you both fell asleep soon after that.

[...]

“Hey, Y/N?” The mattress beside you moved when Florence turned around in your arms to look at your face and you almost screamed in frustration because you were just a second away from falling asleep.

“What?” You groaned.

“Are you awake?” Florence asked with a low tone.

“Who do you think answered you?” You retorted with a huff but were unable to not find it amusing.

“I wanted to thank you for giving me another chance,” Florence said after a brief pause. “I didn’t even deserve the first one you gave me. I was immature enough to be scared. I didn’t even give it a try.”

This time, you groaned louder because, no, you didn’t want to have that conversation at - you glanced at the clock on the nightstand - four in the morning. “Go to sleep, Florence,” you begged after resting your head back on the pillow and closing your eyes.

“I just wanted to say that,” she kept going. “And that I love you. Very much.”

Well, you couldn’t not reply to that. You sighed but smiled, and then pulled her ever closer to you so you could kiss her forehead. “I love you too, Florence,” you whispered against her skin. “But I will be asking for a divorce if you don’t let me sleep now.”

Florence chuckled. “That would be the fastest a marriage has ever ended,” she joked and her words made the weight of the ring on your finger intensify.

You still couldn’t believe you two got married a couple of hours ago after dating for over three years. It felt like a dream yet and you wondered how long it would take for you to get used to the cold metal around your finger. You would have to get used to it because you would wear it for the rest of your life, after all.

“Sorry, I think Britney would still beat us,” you responded jokingly. “No record for you.”

“Guess we need to remain married then.” She forced a sigh to pretend she was annoyed by it and you pinched her side.

“What a burden,” you agreed after she laughed. “To be married to the love of your life forever? Ugh.” You faked a gag and were rewarded with another chuckle. You could spend the rest of your life listening to it and, thankfully, you would.

Once she was done laughing, Florence snuggled even closer - if that was even possible - and sighed contently against your neck. “I love you.” She kissed your jaw. “Good night.”

“Night.”

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