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[pathologicalreid]

buried alive | S.R.

in which the BAU races against the clock to rescue you from a killer team

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category: angsty

content warnings: kidnapping, case stuff (murder yk), suffocation, being buried alive, hospitals, blood, nausea, CPR, funerals, use of pet names, guns, and drugs. i think that's all.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: okay, so i've been reading so much spencer fanfic and i started writing it and yesterday i realized i have 20 fics written and they're doing no one any good just sitting on my computer. i decided to finally try posting one. i wrote fanfic in high school (so like seven years ago) but this is my first time writing for a TV show. i've also never really posted on tumblr so please bear with me while i try to figure out formatting. tysm for checking out my post.

part two part three

You walked into the conference room and dropped the file on the table, allowing it to land on the wood with a satisfying splat. “The unsub’s burying them alive,” you said, letting the rest of the team know the conclusion you had come to with the medical examiner. “The M.E. found metal shavings and satin threads under the nails of our last victim. The most common materials to make up a casket.”

“There’s no way someone could bury someone alive in a casket alone, we’ve got to be dealing with a team, at least three people,” Emily concluded, standing in front of the evidence board.

It was the team’s third day on a case in Nebraska, four women had been discovered dead. Asphyxiation by hypoxia. Carbon dioxide poisoning.

“Approximately 420 people in the United States die from accidental carbon dioxide poisoning every year,” Spencer said, grabbing the file off of the table and flipping through it, taking a few seconds to read through it.

Rossi looked over Reid’s shoulder to look at the file, “but there’s nothing accidental about these deaths. Who would have access to these caskets?”

You shook your head, placing a hand on the back of Spencer’s chair, “A funeral director seems most likely.” You looked around at the Omaha field office, different agents running about in an attempt to solve these very murders. “They’d have the most access, write it off as displays. It could be hard to match the materials since they’re so common.”

Hotch leaned over the table and pressed the conference phone, “What can I do you for?” Garcia’s bright voice rang through the speaker.

“Garcia, I need you to look into funeral homes within the comfort zone. Look for a director who’s ordered more caskets than they’ve had funerals. Find anything, nothing is too small.” He told her.

“Absolutely, I’ll hit you back when I’ve got something,” she said, hanging up the phone.

There ended up being four funeral homes in the unsub’s comfort zone, so the team split up. You went with two locals to a family-owned business, Garcia had sent you all of the files you’d need on the location. “It looks like the Varn family has been in the funeral business since the seventeenth century,” you read aloud to the two agents you were in the car with.

“Does it mean they’re more or less likely to be the killers if they’ve been in business for so long?” One of the agents asked you, a younger man named Harrison.

You pursed your lips as you continued to look over the files, “I’m not seeing any glaringly obvious stressors before the murders started, but over the years I’ve learned that’s no reason to write someone off. Psychopaths can be tipped off by the slightest thing. Things none of us would bat an eye at.”

Harrison nodded in the passenger seat, looking over to his partner Jimmy, “You and your guy sure do make an interesting pair.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment, so thank you.” You and Spencer never explicitly stated to the field office that you were dating, but you walked into the precinct this morning holding hands. The agents must have drawn their own conclusions.

The younger officer cleared his throat, “It is a compliment, ma’am. The two of you are very impressive, your whole team is.”

You smiled, “Thank you, Harrison.”

The funeral home was run by a mother and her two sons, you held up your credentials for the mother when you knocked on the door. “Are you Sheila Varn?” You asked her, raising your eyebrows.

“Yes, what’s this about?” She inquired. She didn’t really look the part of a serial killer, a middle-aged woman who was running her family business.

Pocketing your credentials, you spoke, “We’re investigating the recent murders in the area and we were wondering if you had samples of the materials your caskets are made out of. Might we be able to come in?” You asked, adding a charming smile for effect.

Something flashed across her face before she returned your smile, opening the door and welcoming the three of you inside. “Hold on, let me get my boys up here. They’re so much more versed in the goings on of the town than I am,” she said, opening the door and calling for her sons. Felix and Joss came up the stairs from the basement, now they definitely had the physique to load dead women into caskets and bury them alive.

“Why don’t you two men come with me? I’ll get you those samples,” Sheila said, motioning for the agents you were with to follow her. To your horror, they followed her around the corner. “Felix, Joss, show this young lady what you know,” she instructed.

You took a deep breath before you looked up at the two men.

They were tall, maybe Spencer’s height, but they were built like wrestlers. There was no way you could physically subdue them on your own.

You passed out before you even had the chance to pull your gun.

Hotch was in full Unit Chief mode, Spencer watched from the corner of the room as he separated people into groups and gave them specific instructions. JJ and Morgan walked into the precinct, “What’s going on?” JJ asked looking around the room.

“The Varn Family is the team; two agents were found drugged on the side of the road and when we went to the funeral home Y/N was missing. Her badge, gun, and phone were all there, covered in blood,” Spencer said morosely, watching as Hotch finished giving orders and called the rest of the team over.

Your picture was up on the evidence board with the word “missing” written in bold letters beneath it. All of your belongings had been put into evidence for the time being. “Reid?” Hotch said his name, causing his head to snap up. “Are you okay to keep working?”

Spencer nodded affirmatively, “Yes.”

“Good, I need you to estimate how much time we have, I want a clock on these screens,” he ordered.

Morgan turned to Reid, “What do you think she has, kid?”

“The tidal volume for the average adult is point five at rest. That ends up being about six liters per minute. The average casket is approximately 886 liters in total volume and the average volume of the human body is 66 liters, leaving 820 liters to be filled with air for her to breathe. If she’s been gone for half an hour already, I’d estimate she has less than five hours of breathable air left.” Spencer explained, doing all of the math in his head while Emily put a timer on the screen next to the evidence board.

After a moment, Hotch continued, “Rossi, JJ, go back to the funeral home. Tear it apart, there has to be something there we haven’t found yet. The rest of us will split the list of cemeteries in the comfort zone and search them.”

“That’s a lot of ground to cover, we don’t have anything else to go on?” Morgan asked, looking at the list of burial sites he had been handed.

Hotch looked at Spencer, but Spencer stayed silent. “That’s all we have right now,” Hotch responded, “hopefully we’ll come across leads as we go.”

It smelled like a garden around you. The memory reminded you of spring with your mother, tending to the vegetable garden.

The only difference was that instead of the sun beaming down on you, it was pitch black. The space surrounding you was so dark that you weren’t totally sure your eyes were open.

Your head was throbbing just above your right temple, and you observed your surroundings. Slowly, you lifted your arm until it hit a ceiling.

Not a ceiling. A lid. You were in a casket. You pressed one hand to your chest and tried to slow your breathing. Chances were that the casket was already buried beneath the surface of the earth, trying to open it could be catastrophic. You patted the pockets of your jeans, only to find your phone missing, so the team wouldn’t be able to trace the location.

Even if you had it, there likely wouldn’t be service six feet under.

Your team would find you. They had to find you.

They found Spencer, they found Emily, and they would find you.

Spencer shifted in the passenger seat of the SUV, “You know, carbon dioxide poisoning is a rather peaceful way to die.”

“Reid,” Morgan said, turning the vehicle onto the main road, they had just finished scouring over another cemetery with still no sign of you.

He sighed and stared at his hands, “No, it’s good. We see so many people killed in so many different ways that it’s good that she won’t be in pain when she runs out of air.” He tried to convince himself.

Morgan cleared his throat, “We aren’t out of time yet, kid. We can still find her. Y/N’s smart, I’m sure she found a way to make more air or something.”

But they were running out of time, less than an hour remained on the timer set on all of their phones.

They pulled into the next cemetery, “There’s some fresh dirt over there, what are the names on the graves of people who were actually recently buried?”

Spencer starts to recite the names, and the two of them start to comb through the cemetery.

You had done enough research on this case to understand what was going on. The light-headed feeling had started not long ago, but now you felt like you were spinning, despite the knowledge that you were stuck in place.

It was a high. Not unlike the good kids high. Except instead of trying to chase a feeling, you were dying.

The timer went off when they were still scouring graves, shovels in hand. Derek stopped in his tracks, but Spencer kept going.

“Wait,” Spencer called out, reading the name on the card next to the fresh grave he was standing at, he moved to start digging. “Essie Dunbar was a thirty-year-old woman who was mistakenly buried alive in 1915,” he said, digging. “This has to be it.”

Derek called Hotch, putting the call on speakerphone so he could help Spencer dig. “Hotch, we got her, but she’s buried.”

“We’re on our way, Omaha police have one of the brothers in custody,” Hotch told Emily to have an ambulance dispatched.

What Reid knew that Derek didn’t was that it could take four hours to dig a grave by hand. The soil had been overturned, so maybe call it three. Your odds were still negligible. He didn’t stop, he didn’t stop when a caretaker came running at them, and he didn’t stop when Derek told him to get his digging equipment out here now.

Derek flashed his FBI badge to get what they needed. He had to physically pull Spencer back from the grave so the backhoe could dig, only going until there was less than a foot between them and the casket.

Spencer crudely attached a chain to the casket and the caretaker's vehicle. Carefully, the caretaker dragged the white container out of the earth and up a slant they had dug. It was locked shut, “Reid, move,” Derek ordered.

He leaned back and Derek fired at the lock, taking it off and opening the casket. Spencer gasped, there was blood on the side of your head, dried and raked through your hair. He was vaguely aware of Hotch and Emily arriving as they pulled you out of your satin prison. You had no pulse, but you were still warm. Immediately, Spencer started CPR.

“Reid let me do it,” Derek insisted.

What he was trying to say is that he shouldn’t have to be the one to try to save your life.

Morgan repeated himself and Spencer pulled away, allowing the other agent to immediately take over. There was a siren in the background, an ambulance. More people showed up, Spencer heard their voices, but he just kept watching you. CPR was effective if it was done shortly after your heart stopped, and even then, permanent brain damage was likely.

It had been eight minutes since they pulled you out of the ground. Clinically, you were dead for eight minutes before you gasped.

Spencer smoothed your hair back, away from your face, while you desperately tried to catch your breath. You weren’t moving, and Spencer started running through symptoms of hypoxia. His biggest fear was brain damage, that they had done more harm to you in bringing you back than they would have had you died.

The EMTs came running over to where everyone had gathered, dispersing the crowd, and placing an oxygen mask over your face. As they were loading you on the stretcher, you started trying to talk, reaching your arm out to your side. “Wait, what’s she saying?” JJ asked.

“Sometimes it’s hard to talk after CPR,” the male EMT said as they moved you closer to the ambulance. He listened to what you were saying, “It’s not coherent.”

Spencer didn’t move, all of the adrenaline that had been coursing through his body all day was leaving.

Aphasia. They were saying the lack of oxygen to your brain was causing aphasia. “No,” Emily said, realization dawning on her features as she strained to listen to you. You were whispering, rasping the same word over and over again. “She’s saying ‘Spence.’”

He stood quickly and looked at you, sure enough, you were reaching out your hand and whispering, “Spence, Spence.” Your voice no more than a whisper.

Grabbing your hand, Spencer squeezed it, “I’m here,” he answered. “It’s okay, it’s over,” he told you, moving your hair out of your face. Spencer secured your oxygen mask over your face as you tried to take it off, “You have to keep this on, angel.”

To his relief, you squeezed his hand back.

You had been instructed to get some rest, but you couldn’t close your eyes. You asked Spencer to go back to the hotel and change his clothes because he smelled like dirt, and it made you nauseous. Your head had been bandaged, you’d been run through an MRI, and you did an EEG, so far, the only brain damage that had been incurred seemed temporary.

According to the doctors, the nausea and fatigue should wear off, but they hadn’t been able to fully assess if any permanent damage was done. At this point, the worst of your injuries had been caused by being given CPR, resulting in cracked ribs.

Despite your headache, you kept most of the lights on in your hospital room, not quite ready to be left in the darkness again. “Hey,” a voice called from your doorway, Spencer stood, waiting to be invited in. He was wearing different clothes, a button-up with a green cardigan thrown over it, and clean pants. “How are you feeling?”

A nasal cannula slightly restricted your movement, but you were sat up in the hospital bed, “Better than I was, but not perfect.”

He shook his head, walking in and taking a seat next to you, “No one expects you to be perfect right now.” Gently, he reached out and took your hand, skimming the pad of his thumb over your knuckles. “They found the mother and the other son, and all three of them are going to go away for a long time,” he told you, speaking in the kind of hushed, reverent tones that are reserved for hospitals.

You sighed and tilted your head back, “Good,” you maundered. “That’s uh, good,” your voice was barely audible.

“So why do you look so worried?” He asked, leaning in closer to you.

In an attempt to dismiss his concern, you joked, “I think I owe Morgan some sort of life debt now.”

Spencer offered you a soft smile, “The two of you tend to trade those off, I’m sure you’ll find some way to make it up to him.” He inclined his head towards you as if to silently say, So what is it really?

You swallowed thickly, “I’m scared to close my eyes, Spence.”

His shoulders dropped, “oh, Angel,” he breathed. “Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked, looping a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “Wait, what are you doing?” He asked, watching you as you lifted yourself, so you were on one side of the bed.

Shyly, you patted the new empty half of the bed, inviting him to sit next to you.

He had no choice but to comply, he had the hardest time saying no to you. Leaning the bed back slightly, Spencer kicked off his shoes before he laid down next to you, wrapping an arm around you as you set your cheek on his shoulder.

Your body relaxed into his and you sighed, “Spence?” You murmured.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, “Yes, angel?” He whispered back to you.

“Thanks for coming to save me,” you mumbled, slowly relaxing enough to fall asleep.

Spencer exhaled, “I’m always going to come to save you.”

part two

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[cosmos-coma]

My Sun, My Star

A/N: I'm so weak for Winter soldier Bucky. I cant wait to write more of him, I love this sad guilt ridden man.

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Bucky x Reader

Words: 6756

Warnings: Breaking and entering, Minor violence, Injury and Blood, Winter soldier Bucky, GN reader but also Pregnant reader, mild language, I'm not sure if this is fluff or angst or both??

Summary: You wait up late for your boyfriend Bucky to return from his mission, but it isn't Bucky who finds you.

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Your eyes blinked slowly, heavier with each passing second, yet you still managed to open them once again. Glancing at the bright white numbers of the digital clock you watched it change to 1:46 AM, causing a groan to pull from your lips. Bucky was supposed to be back tonight (yesterday technically) from his latest mission, but he still had yet to show up at your shared flat. 

You checked your phone again, the lack of notifications mocking your tired eyes. You let out one more sigh before you turned off the mindless babbling of the TV and stood up to get ready for bed. You were sure Bucky wouldn’t want you waiting up so late in your current condition anyway, he had been harping you about getting enough sleep and water and everything in between.

“I’m only four months pregnant, Bucky. I’m fully capable of staying up late” You had said to him. 

“Five months, Doll, and it’s about your cortisol levels. It’s not good for you or the baby, and it could lead to them being underweight” he said, reciting exactly what the doctor had told him during your last checkup. 

“Four and a half,” you argued as you stuck your tongue out at him, “and she was talking about getting chased by a bear kind of stress, not staying up to watch Bake Off.” 

You snorted at the memory of just earlier that week, a small smile coming to your face as you went through your nightly routine. You continued to check your phone here and there as you went, “Did you get back safe? How’d your mission go?” you had texted two hours ago, yet it still remained unread and unanswered.  

‘Maybe one more quick text wouldn’t hurt,’  you thought to yourself as you typed out the simple message and hit send. 

“Stay safe, okay? I love you.”

You sighed as you set the phone down, “it’s okay, everything is okay,” you assured yourself as you pulled one of his large hoodies over your head, enjoying the way the hem brushed against your bare thighs and the sleeves threatened to swallow your hands. “He’s a former assassin and a super soldier! Nothing is going to happen that he can’t handle,” You stated firmly to your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes remained unsure despite your voice’s conviction, but you did your best to ignore it, focusing instead on the achingly tired look they held. 

“Yes, I know. It’s finally time for bed, little one,” you mumbled sleepily as you felt your baby kick against the walls of your protruding belly, being quick to climb between the layers of blankets and lonesome sheets. “Fuck, that's cold…!” you swore quietly as your bare legs hit the icy fabric- having gone unwarmed by your personal space heater and super soldier.

Thankfully sleep came easily, the thought of waking up to Bucky’s sleepy, scruffy face only further urged your body to wind down so the moment would come sooner. 

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Bucky’s phone buzzed again in his bag, lighting up with your smiling face as your text displayed on the screen, but nobody reached down to check it, as everyone found themselves in a far more urgent situation. 

“Keep him busy, Rodgers! I just need one more minute!” Tony yelled as he dug through the equipment in the quinjet, “For fuck’s sake, who organized this last?” 

“What do you think I’m doing…!” The blond grunted with a justified hint of frustration,” Sam? Any help??” He shouted with a pointed look, telling more than asking as he struggled to restrain his thrashing friend. A swift metal fist flew toward his already battered face, barely giving him time to duck out of the way and attempt to restrain it again. 

“Honestly? Seems like you’ve got this one,” Sam said, holding up his hands.

“SAM.” 

“I’m coming..! God, can’t either of you old men take a joke?”

No one knew exactly what happened, Bucky had gone off on his own in the Hydra base they were exploring. It was supposed to have been recently abandoned, something about the agents leaving in an urgent rush that left files upon files sitting out in the open. It was supposed to be a simple mission; everyone goes off in teams, gathers what they can, and makes sure there are no surprises. But Bucky assured them that he would be fine to go on his own, he hadn’t had a sign of relapse in over a year, and he would only be picking up what looked important. A simple job.

He should’ve listened. 

It was when he didn’t return to the jet with the rest of them that they started to get worried. 

“So, where’s the Manchurian candidate?” Tony jested, looking at his watch. They were supposed to leave maybe 10 minutes ago, not terribly late by any means, but enough to start getting worried about Bucky’s quietness over the coms.  

“Man, come on.. ” Sam sighed at Tony’s joke as he crossed his arms. 

“Bucky?” Steve tried calling over the coms, ignoring both of his teammates, but the line remained all too quiet. 

They found him finally in the basement level of the office building, old discarded computers lining the walls along with cabinets upon cabinets of old files and other equipment. He hadn’t even realized it was a trap until he stepped right into it, triggering a switch that had the computers and hidden speakers flashing images and sounds that assaulted his senses with fragmented memories long forgotten. 

He should have listened. 

Sam had found him first, on his knees in the middle of the floor with hands desperately covering his ears, trying to block out the incessant noise. Hauling his teammate to his feet, he rushed back to the jet, calling everyone off from their search before anything else could be sprung. 

At first, they thought he might be fine- quiet, but fine. He had given them a small smile and a wave of his hand as everyone tried to check in with him, taking a seat as the jet took off to go home. It had all seemed relatively normal until they were halfway back and the unseen battle inside him must have taken a turn. 

“Got it!” Tony yelled as he pulled out the dart gun, aiming quickly as he fired two shots into Bucky’s chest, readying a third as he waited and watched for the tranquilizers to finally take effect. It was slow as Bucky continued to struggle against the drug’s drain, his body and mind turning into slow-moving molasses. Low grunts emanated from his throat as the last of his strength ebbed away, leaving nothing but forced sleep in its wake. 

“Was two really necessary?” Steve asked as his shoulders finally relaxed, the strain and worry now temporarily over. 

Together they dragged the drugged-up assassin into the jet’s small quarantine area for the remainder of the trip, satisfied only when they heard the mechanical locks slide into place. It wasn’t much, and they knew that and if he really wanted to there would be no stopping him from getting out, but it was something- enough to give them a few seconds of preparation if nothing else.  

“I’m not giving a super soldier only a single dose, you two metabolize things like this way too fast and I’m not taking any chances with the Tin man over there.”

Bucky- no, the Winter Soldier, seemed to still be out of it when they finally landed, sat up and leaning against the wall, head slumped forward just as they had left him. 

“Alright, let's just get him into one of the holding rooms for the night. We’ll work on resetting him-” Tony lifted his hands as the two men glared in his direction, “- on ‘fixing him up’ as soon as he’s been secured.” 

Sam shook his head as Tony corrected himself, taking notice of the lit-up phone in Bucky’s bag, buzzing with an only recently delivered message. Sam had quickly become one of your closest friends after you were introduced to the team. He was one of the few people Bucky trusted with his life and between his sarcastic jokes, his incredibly loyal nature, and his willingness to give Bucky shit whenever he deserved it, you knew very quickly how great a friend he would be. 

But now his stomach twisted as he saw your name flash across the screen, the alert quickly minimizing itself as it joined the other messages you had sent that night. How was he gonna break this to you? The last thing you needed was a bunch of unnecessary stress on your shoulders, but it’s obvious you were beginning to worry over their late return. Sliding the phone back into its rightful place Sam told himself that he’d call you once they had things more figured out.

“Heart rate still seems to be resting. With any luck, he’ll remain knocked out until we get inside,” Tony relayed as he monitored the Soldier’s vitals and pressed the button to open the heavy quarantine doors.

The doors slid into their resting positions with a soft click. 

As soon as that click landed on sensitive ears, vibrant blue eyes shot open. Sparing not even a second, the Winter Soldier surged forward from his seat, not nearly as far gone as he left them to believe. With the element of surprise, the Soldier easily knocked past his teammates, throwing his body weight against them and knocking Sam and Steve off balance, leaving him a good headstart as he dashed out the jet’s open door.

“Fuck, Bucky- Wait!,” Steve swore as he stumbled out behind him, having to use his super soldier speed just to keep pace. But between the settled darkness of the night, and the winding alleyways the brunette stuck to, Steve was left falling behind in no time. “Shit,” Steve swore as he slowed to a stop, looking around for any sign of his compromised friend. 

However, the streets lay barren, the fluttering of moths in the streetlights the only sign of life on the entire block.

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The heavy thud of his boots echoed against the alleyway’s pavement. He wasn't sure where exactly he was headed as his silhouette slunk between the warm light of the streetlamps, but part of him- a currently repressed part of him- knew that safety was bound to be just ahead. 

His heart beat smoothly as he kept his pace, every other step falling in time as he rounded the corner. Blindly, he let himself be led by instinct and his feet maneuvered the city’s countless paths with a mind of their own. They slowed before a little apartment building and as those emotionless eyes looked up, he knew this was it.

The lateness of the hour had almost assured that no one was around as he slipped inside, footsteps padding up the stairs before stopping at the third floor. His heavy boots left nothing but wet prints in their wake as he wandered down the hall, impossibly silent, as even the notoriously creaky boards dared not announce his presence. 

The closer he got, the more the back of his mind itched, as if something- someone- was begging him not to go any further, but he refused to listen; he knew this was where he was meant to be and where he would find what his body was so inexplicably drawn to.

With each step his head turned on a swivel, looking for the sense of safety and familiarity that the other half of him seemed to find here- and desperately wished he wouldn’t discover. Just as his foot was about to take another step he stopped. ‘No. Here.’ His gut told him, turning to the door. 

His door.

Your door.

The former assassin bypassed the lock with ease, quickly slipping in before shutting the door behind him. A dim light illuminated the living room, the little lamp you left on for him casting its orange glow over his surroundings as he surveyed them.

A few mugs stand beside the sink, framed photos dot the wall and side tables, and a veritable nest of blankets lay across the couch. It was obvious someone had been here, and recently. A deep breath pulled into his lungs, causing his head to tilt to the side in contemplation as an unfamiliar scent hit his nose, something just as earthy as it was sweet and speckled with distant notes of… him?

“Hmmph”  

His sensitive ears picked up the soft grunt from down the hall immediately. His shoulders squared and tensed as his body leaned into a defensive position. Cautious fingers pulled the knife from his boot, ready for whatever may come at him as he approached. 

The sounds of soft breaths lead him to a door left ajar. Light just slipped past the curtains into the darkened room. Badum… Badum… Badum… a heartbeat pulsed in his ears as he took a step closer, leaving the door open and letting further light fall onto the source of the noise. 

His wolfish gaze ran down your form as you lay there on your back, swallowed in the extra fabric of the old sweatshirt. Your hand rested casually over your stomach as your other one squished gently against your cheek. Your legs lay bare to the world after having kicked the overbearing sheets away, leaving just a glance of your underwear for him to take in.  

“Mmph” You grunted again as you shifted, your face now turned to him as that earthy scent of yours gripped him like a vice and refused to let go.

Your sweet sleep became interrupted though- much to his dismay- as the phone on your nightstand began to light up and buzz incessantly. Still, as a statue he watched as you groaned, propping yourself up on your elbows as you went to check what your device could possibly want at this ungodly hour. 

With one loose fist, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes away, blinking consciousness back into them until you saw Bucky’s illuminated figure before you, standing tall and quiet as he watched you intently. 

“Bucky..?” You couldn’t hide the grin that spread across your face as you saw the familiar face of your lover lit up by the bright light of your phone screen. But the longer you looked the more you noticed.

His eyes were all wrong, his gaze was devoid, that’s the only way you could put it. Devoid of meaning and humanity, it seemed every gaze- every movement- was a means to an end. Empty… save for a flicker of fear; It was probably the only thing in those eyes right now that registered as human. The fear of someone who was lost, unknowing of their purpose, and confused as to why your gaze was made his cold heart falter.

His expression was flat and stoic, save for the knit of confusion that pulled his brows together. His stance was tense and prepared, the discrete knife still glittering in his hands as he took another step forward, his head slowly shaking in response to your question. 

A gasp caught in your throat as you finally understood. Glancing at your phone you saw it was Sam who was calling, undoubtedly trying to tell you what you now already knew.

“Soldat…” You whispered, trying to hide the way his name sent shivers across your skin. Your phone went black then, as you didn’t pick up in time and you were left blind by the sudden darkness.

 You and Bucky had talked about what to do if you found him like this, “You call Sam and Steve, Okay? You find a place to hide and you stay far away, no matter what you hear. There’s no reasoning with him,” He had told you.

So much for that

Your phone lit up again with Sam’s urgent call, its revealing light sending ice down your spine as you saw the man nearly standing over you now, just a hair’s breadth away.

Your hand rose slowly, shaking as you tested a reach for your phone, stopping dead in your tracks as he let out a disapproving grunt. Your head nodded slowly as you gulped, returning your hand to your stomach as you watched his gaze finally shift away. 

With unbothered calmness, he looked toward your phone to see Sam’s face and name scrawled across your screen. Wordlessly he reached over and pressed the ‘decline call’ button, cutting the call short and leaving you two in perfect silence once more. 

Panic began to rise in your throat as his gaze turned back toward you, darkened now only by the lack of light. With slow movements the Winter Soldier reached out, putting the knife away as he crouched down, as if trying to attract a skittish animal. 

Your whole body tensed as his reach came closer, eyes screwing shut as you waited for the worst, “Please… Just don’t hurt her…” You whispered, fear and desperation rattling your voice, just as it did your anxiety-filled body. 

But the pain never came. Instead, the cool touch of metal fingers ran down your cheek, barely denting your flesh as he relished in its softness. Your eyes peeked open cautiously, as his fingers moved along the slope of your jaw, tilting your head up as he came to your chin. 

His eyes had changed, you noticed, instead of being a harsh blizzard, they had now settled into something more human, something warmer and… yearning? 

“Soldat..?” You questioned as you watched his lips part, his senses focused only on the way your body reacted to his touch. You were sure he could hear the rapid pattering of your heart beneath your ribs, its pace only increasing as his fingers moved down your neck and to the exposed collarbone in your loose neckline.

“Красивый [Beautiful]...,” was all he could reply. It came out so soft you weren’t sure you heard it at first, it’s quiet reverence meant for your ears and your ears only. “Из-за тебя он чувствует себя здесь в безопасности...? Замки дерьмовые, видимость слишком высокая, но ты… [Are you why he feels safe here…? The locks are shit, the visibility is too high, but you…]” He continued, quiet and unbothered as if he assumed you couldn’t understand him. 

“He’s been bugging me to get better locks all week…” you replied with a huff, quickly shutting up as his stare found your eyes again. Between Bucky’s ramblings in the night and Natasha’s tendency to only gossip in Russian, you had made an effort to learn it; You were still learning, and your pronunciation was shit, but your understanding had gotten far better. 

“And you have a good ear…” He spoke in English this time, the vague hint of an amused smile pulling at the assassin’s stern lips. You couldn’t help but wonder if he’d ever done that before. If that odd little smile had been seen by anyone else- anyone still living that is.

A breath of relief left you as your lips stretched to mimic his, the tension easing out of your body a little by little.

His metallic touch continued to linger, running down your covered chest until it settled on the waistband of your underwear, the cool metal trailing across your ticklish skin. 

“Ah, wait, Sol-” You jumped at his touch, grabbing his wrist, despite knowing you wouldn’t have the strength to stop him if it’s what he wanted.

But instead of dipping his fingers lower, he simply tugged the oversized hoodie up, gathering it over your chest and exposing the firm baby bump concealed below. His head tilted to the side as he listened to the tiny heartbeat that fluttered in your belly as well as the thuds of its little movements against your skin. Slowly, still with that inkling of a smile, he turned to look at you, his hand hovering just above your vulnerable midsection as if awaiting permission. 

Heat rose to your cheeks as you hesitated. On one hand, you felt a surprising amount of calm under the assassin's touch, his need for your approval only increasing your sense of security. But on the other hand, Bucky would never be able to live with himself if something happened to you or the baby, accident or not. 

“Oh. I-” 

CRASH.

You nearly jumped out of your skin as were cut short by the loud noise. The door to your apartment slammed open, surely breaking the hinges with the sheer force of it. Over a dozen heavy boots stormed into your apartment as the lights turned on, flooding your senses and forcing the Soldier’s attention elsewhere. 

Your hand found his instantly, the heat of his calloused skin a comfort to you just the way Bucky’s was, especially as it squeezed around yours just the same. Sitting up properly now your sweatshirt swallowed your pregnant form once again and you peeked out to see just what was going on. 

Through The Winter Soldier’s defensive stance in front of you, his knife is now drawn once more, you watched a small armed group, covered in black tactical gear raid your home, all guns pointing towards you- or more accurately- the former assassin attempting to shield you. You recognized the symbols on their vests as the team’s secondary security force, having even met a few of them over the years. But where was the rest of the team? Where was Sam, and Steve, and Tony?

“Step away from the civilian!” “Put your hands in the air!” “Sir, drop the knife!” They all shouted, overlapping with each other as each of them rushed out their demands. 

“Don't shoot! It’s okay! It’s okay!” You rushed.

You tried to slip your hand from his, but he only held fast, “Soldat, please… It’s okay, just do what they say… They don’t want to hurt us. Please,” You urged, giving his hand a gentle squeeze, 

His defenses faltered as he listened to you beg him to stand down. It wasn’t the usual begging he heard in his line of work, and coming from your lips had his walls cracking in an unprecedented way. 

He shouldn’t have looked back at your eyes, wide and pleading, as they shook his walls further. Moving slowly he turned, kneeling before you despite the way the armed group yelled at him not to. You just held up your hand to them, pleading for them to be as gentle with him as he was with you. 

“Мое солнце [My Sun]...” The warm flesh of his hand came up easily to cradle your face and a small smile pulled at him again as you leaned into his large palm. “Я только что нашел тебя. Я не потеряю тебя снова так быстро[I’ve only just found you. I will not lose you again so quickly]. ”

Your heart both swelled and pained for your Soldier. You looked into his eyes and saw a sense of certainty, a sense of knowing, you hadn’t seen from him earlier. “Oh… my soldier, my star,” Your fingers entwined with the hand holding your cheek, ”You can not lose me in any way that would last…” You whispered to him past the shouts, the commotion, and the tension, like you were the only two in the room. 

“Sir, put the knife down!” A young squad member called again, his voice far more concerned than his superiors. You didn’t recognize him or his number and you figured he must’ve been new. His gun trembled in his hands as he shouted again, but as the Soldier failed to move and the kid’s finger unexpectedly twitched, there came a sudden- 

BANG.

“Ah-!” Your face twisted with pain as you pulled away, “Fuck…!” Your hands instinctively grabbed your leg, clamping over the shooting pain in your calf that hit you- well- like a bullet. 

You winced again as you pulled one of your hands back, the raw skin of your leg angrily letting you know that it did not like being brushed against. Warm, wet crimson covered your fingers as you looked down, becoming slightly dizzy at how much had already covered your palm. You were thankful it only seemed to be a graze, but the burn you already felt and knowing you were losing blood had your stomach lurching in uncomfortable ways. 

Concern painted the assassin’s expression as you recoiled away from his doting touch, but as the unmistakable warm, metallic smell curled into his nose, his expression darkened dramatically. What was once kind, curious blue eyes now saw nothing but red as he caught sight of the wound slashing across your skin. His jaw set firmly, almost audibly grinding his teeth as he stood and turned to the young kid. 

You looked back at the newcomer as you tried to breathe through the pain, the horrified look on his face telling you that he knew he was a dead man walking. His face went ghost white as the super soldier stalked toward him and through even worse trembling hands he raised his gun to shoot again. 

“No…!”

A sickening thud rang out as the bullet hit the assassin square in his good shoulder, getting lodged in the muscly flesh. His shoulder jerked back at the force, but it wouldn’t stop his stride as he closed the gap. Another shot rang out, but with the solid vibranium arm now covering the barrel it did little to help this poor dumb kid. Snatching him by the neck, you watched as your assassin held him up until his feet kicked uselessly in the air. 

Every gun immediately trained on him and with their proximity you knew they wouldn’t miss a fatal shot if it came to it.

“Stop! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! Soldier, put him down!” You yelled as you maneuvered towards the edge of the bed. “Please, don't shoot, I can fix this!” you continued, trying to convince yourself as much as you convinced them. Familiar voices joined in on your plea as Sam and Steve finally entered the picture, urgently trying to talk down both the Winter Soldier and the secondary security team. 

“Bucky, It’s okay... Just put the kid down, alright?” Steve tried to reason with him, “He’s new, he doesn’t know what he’s doing yet.” Steve tried his best to stay calm and patient, but the young man was beginning to change colors now. “Bucky, put him down before you do something you can’t come back from.” But Bucky’s ears were deaf to the outside pleas and the Winter soldier refused to listen.

“Ah..!” You whimpered as you tried to stand and approach the commotion. The pain in your leg reached new heights as you tried to put weight on it, causing you to tumble to your knees almost immediately. You clutched your belly, hoping the sudden jostle wouldn’t upset the baby too much as you tried to get up again. 

“Hold on, Y/n. Stay down for a minute so we can wrap your leg…” Sam asked of you, moving over to help as soon as he saw the blood on your hands, “You’re losing plenty already.”

“No, I have to…. I can’t let him get hurt,” you argued, pushing away his helpful hands as you tried to stand again. You heard the crashing thud and rushed voices as you shakily got to your feet, leaning all your weight on your good leg. As you looked up again you came eye to eye with worry-filled icy blues.

“Sol-”

“Мое солнце  [My Sun]...” He interrupted, his metal arm snaking around your waist to pull you in possessively and away from those who threatened your safety. On the other side of the room, the nervous kid now coughed and wheezed for breath, but you were just happy to see he was still alive. 

“Please just listen to them. You’re already hurt, don’t get yourself killed…” you pleaded, your hand barely brushing over his bleeding wound before pulling his hand to your rounded belly. He tried to keep his expression steady, but you saw the way his eyes widened slightly as he looked down. “She needs someone looking out for her and I can’t do this on my own. I can’t keep away all the dangers of the world…” Your forehead rested against his as you tried to shift your weight, whining as you gave up and moved back. You couldn’t deny that this part of Bucky was her father too, even if he had been hidden away for ages, she was still his too. Whether Bucky would see it the same way you weren’t sure, but right now you were just concerned with making sure he got out of this alive. 

“I can’t do this without you…” 

The silence felt deafening as he considered. He never had to think about other people relying on him, not like this. His orders had always been to leave no threats, to finish his job and move on, no matter the cost to him. But the pain in his soft, fleshy shoulder was getting harder to ignore. The way his blood-soaked shirt clung to his arm now climbed to the forefront of his mind as he watched your big eyes stare back at him, desperate to understand. He was between a rock and a hard place. 

“I’ll be right beside you the whole time..” You assured him, “We both will, but please let everyone get us some help.” 

A gentle nudge pushed against his palm as his thoughts swirled around him, snapping him back to a single line of thought and he knew then. Defeat laid heavy on his shoulders as they slumped, accepting what must be done., “Мое солнц [My Sun] …”, He said, “Если вы так хотите, то я не буду жаловаться [If it is what you wish, then I will not complain].” 

You couldn’t tell just how long you had been holding the breath you let out, your muscles relaxing as he finally held his hands up. The security squad began coming forward with an array of cuffs, but it was Sam who stopped them this time, glancing back at you for confirmation as he assured them that they could take it from here. Despite the arguing and the hesitation, they seemed to relent, shifting their focus now to their injured colleague. 

Both Sam and Steve looked tired but relieved as they turned to the two of you, bloody and pained in your current state. Though they weren’t quite better; both of them looked like they had been the unfortunate punching bag of a certain super soldier mere hours before. Sam had bruises lining his arms from where he was surely blocking blow after blow and Steve smiled a bit with his busted lip, dried blood still stuck in the corner of his mouth.

“Let’s get you two to the tower…” 

----

The journey to the tower was quiet, your soldier never letting you out of arms reach as you all boarded the armored truck, and made your way up the tower and to the lab. 

Doctors tried to treat the both of you, but as soon as anyone dared to come close your assassin was right there to growl them back. They’d hardly be able to get past his possessive hands even if they could manage to get close, his touch keeping you pulled beside him at all times.

“Soldat…” you warned him, but he was too preoccupied gathering the medical bag they had been dropped. Coming over to you, there was no warning as he scooped you up from the ground and set you on a table to get to work. 

“Oh-!” You exclaimed as you held onto his strong shoulder, quickly getting plopped back down on the corner of the cold metal table. A shiver ran down your skin as you shifted against the sleek table, watching as practiced hands scoured through the medical bag, producing everything he needed as he went about fixing up your leg wordlessly. 

You were beyond thankful for the haze of the (baby-safe) painkillers as his fingers slid over the raw flesh. Despite the gentle numbing of the painkiller your fingers still lay tangled in his hair as he worked, only tugging in discomfort as the gauze wrapped tightly around your leg.

"Thank you..” You said when he finally finished, moving back to appreciate his work before giving it a satisfactory nod. His eyes had grown distant again, bits of confusion and uncertainty swirling in the storm of his eyes, and you reached out to stroke your thumb across his cheek. His stony cool expression remained as you touched him, his mouth staying a firm line as he instinctively leaned into your palm. You watched him for a moment before you continued, knowing that his thoughts must be far away.

“It's your turn now, big guy.... your shoulder is still seeping and you can’t keep losing blood like this," You urged him just as you had on the ride to the tower. He had refused to listen then, letting nothing else occupy his mind until he knew you were fully taken care of. But now as you sit safely before him, the only looming threats being Sam and Steve who seem to haunt the hallway outside, he finally relented.

You moved to stand, needing the angle to effectively dig out the bullet still lodged in his muscles, but he held you still with a single large hand on your shoulder, "Stay," he urged you with that low rumble of his. His eyes lingered on yours, ensuring you would do as he asked before he began to move again, gathering the supplies you would need.

He slid his bloody shirt off, revealing the weeping wound beneath and the scars of many wounds past. You expected him to stand in front of you, maybe sit so you could take care of him, but that didn’t seem to be the important thing right now.

He climbed up onto the cold table where you sat, curling onto his side with his back facing the door so his wounded shoulder sat closest to you. His head lay in your lap with a look of unmatched serenity as he pressed his forehead against your rounded belly. And there he rested, quiet and unmoving as he took his quiet moment. But he was far too exposed like this, far too trusting of “threats” lurking outside, and he almost reminded you of Bucky again. Was Bucky fighting to come back…? Was the Winter Soldier trusting you to watch his back? … or was he accepting of something you weren't sure he knew yet?

"Are you sure? It's going to be harder to take the bullet out this way. I don’t want to hurt you more than I have to," you tried to explain as you pulled out the forceps.

But he simply shook his head, "I know my time here is short, my Sun..." he said with an even tone, no semblance of fear to shake his voice, "Please let me enjoy it like this…."

Your voice caught in your throat as he answered, his blunt acceptance and knowing catching you off guard. You wished beyond anything that you could soothe him, to tell him no one was going to hurt him or take him away again. But you wouldn’t lie to him, so instead you said nothing, Your words rasping as you replied, "Of course, My star…."

The room was quiet as you worked, the only noise the sweet mumblings from your boyfriend's lips as he filled your baby’s ears with loving promises. His body let out a grunt and a soft squelch as you finally tugged the crushed bullet out. Pain creased his brow but his words never faltered and neither did the nudges or kicks he got in reply.

Carefully you cleaned up the blood, packing the wound as best you could, but you were sure Tony and his team would be redoing it soon nonetheless.

A sigh escaped him as he heard you putting away your tools, "My Sun?" he asked.

"Yes?"

“Is it time…?”

You cast your eyes downward, looking into those confused and swirling blues as they watched you with unbridled hope.

You nodded, wiping away the tears that welled in your eyes, “It’s time…” you whispered.

He nodded, thinking quietly as he looked down at your belly again, his hand smoothing over the skin he’s exposed, “Will I see you two again…?” 

Your heart broke at the slight waver in his voice, “Oh, my star…” you said, resting your palm against his cheek, “It’s just like I said, ‘you can not lose me in any way that would last’. I’ll see you again and again, in this life and the next,” you assured as you leaned down to kiss his temple, a small smile forming at the corners of his lips. Tears blinked from your eyes as you continued, “I don’t know when, or for how long, but you will see us again. You can always come home to me, and I will always be there to welcome you.” You leaned, slow as not to scare him, and kissed him gently as he turned again to look at you.

 It was awkward at first, but you didn’t mind, you couldn’t imagine the last time the Winter Soldier had felt such gentleness, let alone a kiss. 

But the moment was ripped away as the door opened, Steve, Sam, and Tony all standing in the doorway. “We’re ready for him,” Tony said simply, “Let's get this started so my lab techs can go home….” 

-----

You watched behind thick glass as Tony and his team of technicians attached various wires and machinery to Bucky’s body. Sam and Steve’s hands lie on your shoulders, trying to comfort you as you watch them finish tuning and placing everything. You watched as his blue eyes stared vacantly at the ceiling, as still as a statue as he let them do their work.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have to watch this…” Steve tried to comfort you, but you only shook your head. 

“No… I promised I’d see him off,” you replied, then thought with a pause, “Despite all the warnings Bucky gave me I’m happy I got to see him face to face…” 

“Well, it helps that he wasn’t trying to beat the shit out of you…” Sam mumbled, getting an immediate nudge from you right in one of his bruises, “ Ow…okay, point taken.”

You smiled and shook your head. It was true though; despite the fear, blood, and death that dripped from his moniker, despite the pain you endured in his presence, you would do it all again. Bucky had hidden this part of him from you for so long, only ever showing you half of his face. And though you know he wouldn’t like it, you’re happy to finally see him in full light- to know and love him completely as he’s meant to be.

Tony says something that’s hard to make out through the glass, but you see him give a thumbs up to you all so he must have been ready. He moved to the switch, hesitating for a moment to let you say a quick goodbye. 

Your Soldier’s eyes found yours right away, but there was no trace of sorrow for you to see, no discomfort or fear. In fact, he seemed almost excited; excited and hopeful that when he saw you next he’d have a bundle of joy to look forward to as well. 

“Мо�� солнце [My Sun]...” you watched him say beyond the glass.

“I’ll see you again, My stars. I’m sure of it…” You replied with a soft smile.

He had just enough time to smile softly back at you, an image now pleasantly etched in your brain before Tony flipped the switch and the reset procedure began. 

You covered your eyes quickly as Bucky’s body began to convulse, his strained grunts and shouts breaching containment despite the way he tried to hold it all back. The sounds of pain continued for minutes, but it felt far longer. Though, it wasn’t until it got quiet that you began to worry. 

“Is it done? Is it over...?” You asked the men on either side of you, afraid to peek past your hands for fear of the worst.

“Doll…?” you heard the familiar voice call, gritty and rough from its recent use but still carrying that same soft tone he used with you.

Your heart swelled, “Bucky...?”

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[littlemissaddict]

No point or plot to this, it's just a silly little idea that my brain would not let me let go of. Shy!Reader falls asleep on the couch and her shirt rides up exposing her ass and Eddie makes sure to cover her up before company arrives.

Word Count: 1148

Eddie let himself into their shared apartment, closely followed by Steve, or he was until he spotted her lying on the couch. It seemed she had fallen asleep in front of the tv watching a long since finished video if the static screen was anything to go by.

"Hey, wait here a second, okay" Eddie spoke, sticking his left arm backwards and stopping Steve in his tracks. Steve gave him a confused look but complied with Eddie's request instead watching him venture further into the apartment albeit a little more quietly this time.

He crossed the room in a few long strides over to her now seeing fully what he'd only glimpsed from the doorway. Her oversized shirt had ridden up her back while she'd slept, leaving her ass exposed to the room as god knows the tiny panties she had on did little to cover her. It was also the reason he'd stopped Steve before he'd crossed the threshold knowing how embarrassed she'd be if she knew anyone other than Eddie had seen her like that because even though he'd managed to get her to admit that nudity wasn't as bad as she'd been made to believe, she still had a hard time with anyone seeing her bare including Eddie occasionally. Reaching for the blanket she always kept over the arm of the couch, mainly because she always seemed to be cold, he laid it over her body to cover her and her modesty before Steve's voice pulled him back to the present.

"Hey man everything good"

"Yeah, yeah you can come in now" he encouraged, crouching beside her and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, smiling when she sighed softly in her sleep. After he straightened back up, he turned to find a bemused looking Steve who looked as if he was going to tease Eddie. "Don't even think about it, I'm just being a good boyfriend and making sure shits not on display that's for my eyes only" he scolds ushering Steve out of the main room and into the spare bedroom that was used instead as their own mini library/recording studio/games room and general storage room for all their belongs that didn't fit anywhere else in the apartment. It wasn’t ideal but it meant that they wouldn't wake the sleeping girl on the couch because Eddie thought she'd been overworking herself lately and was glad she was getting some rest which she clearly needed.

When she awoke, she could hear the muffled voices from elsewhere in the apartment and when she tried to move she felt her legs tangled in fabric. Body still heavy with sleep she reached down clumsily to find the blanket dropped over her lower body. Funny, she thought, she didn't remember pulling that over her and then she realised the tv was now off but that was definitely on, she vividly remembers that Ferris Bueller's Day Off was playing on the now black screen, which means only one thing - Eddie was home.

She mumbles his name as she fumbles with the blanket, finally freeing herself from it and she stands, feeling the shirt fall to her mid thighs as it now registers to her that the muffled voices she can hear belong to Eddie and Steve. Padding her way across the room to the closed door where the voices are coming from, she screws her eyes shut as the brightness of the overhead light hits her eyes especially as it's much brighter than the lamp light in the room she's come from. She says his name again as she rubs her eyes, willing them to adjust to the light quicker than they are.

The voices stop as both boys turn to look at her in the doorway and Eddie smiles, opening his arms towards her as he speaks, "there she is, my sleeping beauty" she lets him wrap her up in a hug as he pulls her into his lap and her head drops to rest on his shoulder.

"How long was I out" she asks, voice quiet and still groggy from sleep.

"Well we've been here, what an hour or so?" He asks, double checking with Steve who confirms Eddie's statement, "and you were flat out then so a while I'd say" he finishes and she nods against his neck as she feels his warm hands pulling the shirt down her thighs, covering the skin where it had ridden up once again, this time from when she'd sat down.

"And you covered me up?" She asked, even though she knew the answer was more than likely going to be a yes and while she was expecting the answer to be from him, Steve answered for him.

"He sure did, had me wait in the hall until he was sure you were decent" Steve nodded, even though she couldn't see it from where her face was still buried in Eddie's neck as she still hadn't adjusted to the brightness of the lights fully.

"Thank you" she mumbled, voice muffled and Eddie felt her words more than heard but he understood anyway.

"Anything for you princess" he reassured, his voice soft as it always was for her as he brought a hand up to brush through her hair, sharing a moment together almost as if they'd forgotten Steve was there. "We didn't wake you did we?" He asked, worried for a second that they had disturbed her much needed sleep.

"Nope, m'hungry is all" she replied with a shake of her head and then as if on cue her stomach rumbled.

"Yeah it seems it, how does pizza sound?" He laughed and she nodded her head eagerly. "Steve?" Eddie inquired, confirming that he hadn't forgotten about him but as he looked over at the other boy he found him glancing at his watch.

"It's getting late, I should be heading out" he said with a shake of his head as he looked up from the watch, "another time though" he added and Eddie nodded in understanding.

"You sure, you can stay" she spoke, a pout on her lips as she finally lifted her head out from the crook of Eddie's neck now that she was a little more accustomed to the light. Steve only nodded in response, a small reassuring smile on his face.

Her focus was pulled away from Steve when Eddie's hands tapped against her thighs, "come on then sweet thing, let's see Steve out and then we'll order pizza" he encouraged, waiting for her to stand before the two boys followed, saying their goodnights before he left which left the two of them alone.

"You want your usual" Eddie laughed as her stomach growled again and she nodded, settling herself on the couch again with the blanket while she waited as Eddie placed their order, hoping that she didn't fall asleep again before it arrived.

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[y-so-hungry]

Hungry Beginnings

Summary: Y is watching a cooking show when his belly starts to rumble. This seems to excite him, and D begins to notice...

Notes: Hey everyone! This is a RP I did with someone, who wishes to remain anonymous, but was happy to share with you all our story! Hope you enjoy!

Tags: hunger kink, hand jobs, kink discovery, stomach growling, belly rubs, M/M

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Y sat on the couch next to D as he watched the show playing on their TV. It was some cooking show D had been into lately, and at first he hadn't been particularly interested, but as the hours passed he found himself more and more enticed by the dishes they were making. He absentmindedly picked at the chipped black nail polish on his right thumb as he stared at a chef piling a plate high with pasta. 

D, arm wrapped around Y's shoulder, felt a smile spread across his face as he watched his boyfriend become enticed with the show in front of them. He couldn't deny that the food looked delicious, and it had been a few hours since breakfast. Anyone would be taken in by such lovely looking pasta in a situation like that. "Careful you don't ruin your nails," D said, pointing a finger at Y's hand.

"Hm?" Y said absentmindedly. Eventually he glanced at his fingers and nodded before quickly turning back to the show. "Right." A peek of tongue slipped over his lips at the sight of the food and he tasted the metal of his lip ring.

The taste of it somehow made it worse, like there was something waiting for his tongue to taste, and his stomach suddenly rumbled quietly, sending color into his face immediately.

Curiously, D raised their brow. That sound definitely didn't come from the show; it sounded too close. Even if it did, why would it make Y blush like that? Unless...

"Did...you just fart?" D asked, arguably with less shame than he should have had.

Y laughed and shook his head, his face still a bit bright. "No it was my fuckin--" and just then his stomach growled again, rumbling loud enough to be properly heard this time. And felt actually; Y felt the sound curling through his abdomen, making his eyes go a little half-lidded, until it stopped and suddenly he felt bewildered, not entirely sure why he reacted in such a way. "...stomach," he finished.

D's eyes widened, and immediately slid down to Y's stomach. For someone who was never that large, Y was no stranger to a loud stomach; D could testify that from the past few dates they've been on. Though despite how hungry he was on those dates, he had never had such a...strong reaction before.

"Whoa..." sounded D, raising a finger to scratch the area around his nose ring. "You feeling okay, dude?"

"Oh yeah I'm fine just... Hungry," he says. Oddly just saying he's hungry seems to have an effect on him too, the color spreading to his ears. His face doesn't really look sheepish anymore, it's... Something else. His stomach gurgles again as more food is displayed on the screen, and he swallows.

D follow's Y's gaze and notices all the food on the screen. Dishes from steak to broth, even pies here and there; all of it looks delectable. Then a thought hits him, and it's enough to make him breathe a small laugh out of his nose. He turns to Y again. "Are you shy about being hungry? Dude, I've heard your stomach growl before, I swear it's not weird."

"No I'm not shy I just--" His stomach suddenly moans again and his head falls back slightly, eyes slipping shut. Fuck, why does this feel good? The way it's shifting his middle, the sound--it's nicer than Y ever realized. "J-Just didn't notice," he mutters, slightly breathlessly.        

The motion, the way Y's eyes delicately close, his breathy voice...it's enough to give D a sinking feeling in his own stomach, the kind that doesn't hurt but rather fills you with excitement. Even he feels a warmth spread across his cheeks. "Wow, um...I-I didn't realize that this show would get you so good," he chuckles awkwardly. He almost let slip an offer to give Y a hand job, but decided against it.

"Not sure it's the show, love," Y says with a small laugh. "My stomach... Feels really good for some reason. Being hungry. Not sure what the hell's goin' on to be honest." He does know for some reason that every time his stomach rumbles he seems to be getting harder. It won't be long before it's noticeable.

"Oh damn, it's your stomach that's turning you on?" D asks, cheeks still glowing but now filled with curiosity. This is so much more interesting than what's happening on TV. He even finds himself shifting over so he can get a closer look at Y's belly, gently placing a hand on top of it. "That's so weird...I mean, I've heard of dudes using vibrators to get off but using your own gut? That's kinda useful, huh?"

Y leans into D's touch, his stomach rumbling loudly under D's hand. There's a fluttering deep in his chest and suddenly he's significantly harder than he was before.

That's when he notices it. The just-about noticeable tent pitching in Y's pants. D can't deny the sudden acceleration of his heartbeat as he watches it grow and feels the rumbling in Y's stomach start to settle, nor can he deny the sudden switch up in his brain going from youthfully curious to...something a little more flirtatious.

"Maybe a little more than just useful..." he sing-songs, allowing his fingers to rub slow circles around Y's stomach. "How do you feel, babe?"

"I uh..." Y seems to have trouble answering as D begins to rub his stomach, the hunger increasing as he does so. "Good. Good I think just--just keep doing that. Fuck I'm starving..."

Something about the way he says that last part sends a chill up D's spine, and he starts rubbing faster than he intended. He bites his lower lip. "Damn, dude, I've seen you act adorable in bed before but this is something else...you look so dreamy..."

The sound from the TV draws his eyes again, and he notices that there's been a new round of food brought out. All of it looks just as good as the last, steam leaving the plates and fat glistening on every surface...if D watches any longer, even his stomach will start growling.

Y catches sight of that food and immediately his stomach starts grumbling against D's hand, incessantly. Moaning and begging for what's right in front of his eyes, desperate for anything to fill it. D can feel it shift and clench under his fingers, starved under his hand and Y squirms a bit, leaning more into his boyfriend's touch. "God, D, I'm so hungry..."

The littlest bit of sympathy fills D's chest, and he resumes the rubbing but is sure to be gentle this time. The sight of Y's red face makes his legs clench.

"I know babe, I know-" he softly kisses Y's cheek. "Your poor tummy's so loud...what does it feel like? When it growls?"

"It feels fuckin... Great, for some reason. That's weird as hell. Tight and pinched, and then it growls and suddenly feels better and worse at the same time. More empty, but that feels good too..."

"Huh..." D lets his eyes float to Y's stomach again, watching as it rises and falls with Y's breathing. "So it's like when you're usually hungry but amped up to eleven...damn, that honestly sounds pretty good."

Curiously, D looks down at his own stomach. It hasn't made any noise since he and Y started watching the show. A part of him wonders what it would feel like to be as hungry as Y is right now...

"Heh, guess it makes sense, haven't eaten all day really," Y mumbles. "Seeing at that food... I'm starved. And fucking horny, god." His stomach moans with hunger again, and he moans with it, arching his back into D's palm.         

D's breath catches in his throat. Even with Y's stomach growling as loud as it is, it doesn't compare to his desperate moaning. He's heard it so many times before, and yet now is when D feels his pants grow the tightest. "Fuck dude, you're killing me...do you want me to touch you, or something? You look so pent up..."

"Fuck at this point if you don't touch me I might die or something--"

D chuckles at that, and takes a deep breath as he lets his hand slide down Y's stomach and closer to his crotch. "Tell me if this gets weird, okay? I've never...masturbated someone over their own stomach before, so I don't know the whole schtick."

"This is completely new to me too, so I guess we're learning together," he says laughing a little breathlessly. When D touches him he immediately feels the pleasure increase tenfold, and he moans, his stomach growling even more. It's practically rippling D's hand, shaking it as he touches Y.

D's breath starts to quicken, his own hips jutting at the sight. He's never seen a stomach ripple before; he only thought that was a thing in cartoons. Seeing it happen in real life, accompanied by the sounds, and Y's face melting in pure ecstasy and pleasure, it makes him feel hot inside, like his chest could burst at any minute. "Fuck, babe, you sound so hungry. Anymore and I think you're gonna-"

He's cut off by the sudden jolt of Y's hips, and the near-whine that escapes his lips as the red in his cheeks flushes a brand new shade of red. D's hand feels warm. The entire room feels warm.

Y shudders as he finishes, slumping against the couch a bit as his stomach give a few smaller whines.

"Whoa..." D utters, practically dumbfounded. He removes his hand from Y's pants and immediately reaches for a tissue to wipe it with. "That was sooner than I expected. N-not that you're fast, or anything! I mean that...I didn't realize it felt that good for you..."

"Heh, sorry. I didn't know either. I can help you here in a second too, don't think I didn't notice that," Y says, glancing at D's crotch. "Just give me a second to get my fuckin... Brain in order again." 

D bobs his shoulders in a small laugh, tossing the tissue in the trashcan. "Hey man, if you wanna rest I can take care of it myself. Unless..."

His eyes wander to the TV again, spotting a new round of food brought to the tables and still looking as good as ever. He feels his mouth turn upwards in a smirk as his own stomach lets out a quiet rumble.

"...you wanna experiment a little?"

THE END

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Okay, first of all, hi 😊 just wanted to tell you that your work is by far in my top 3, no jokes ! Your writing is chef kiss ✨

So since your writing is one my my fav ever I have a request.

Kate Bishop being injured and coming at Y/N’s window in the middle of the night by the emergency stairs and waking her up by like calling her and to look at the window (idk actually). She wakes up and let Kate in and panics as she sees the multiple cuts on her face and see her suit being damaged as well. She goes to find things to patch her up and becomes a gay mess when Kate has to take off her top and let her abs on display. Both of them have a crush on each other since a very long time but too scared to admit it but being this close to each other, Y/N’s hands on her stomach, faces close leads them to something else…

Feel free to do what you want this that 😘

KATE BISHOP x READER

STUMBLING INTO YOUR APARTMENT

A/N: HELLO HELLO HELLO! FIRST OF ALL... 300K READS ON THIS IMAGINE BOOK HERE ON WATTPAD?!?!?! I'M SPEECHLESS GUYS! THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART FOR THIS ACHIEVEMENT ❤️ YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME ❤️ Thank you for finding time to read, like, comment and share this story, it truly means a lot ❤️

Anyway, to celebrate here is the longest oneshot I've written so far! Buckle up and get ready because it's gonna be smutty!

Without further ado, ENJOY! ❤️

Sending love ❤️

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Summary: Kate comes stumbling into Y/N's apartment one night after a rough fight. While Y/N cleans Kate's wounds she gets distracted by her abs and this leads them to confess their feelings.

Warnings: smut, a lot of smut.

Word count: 28198 words.

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It was a normal, snowy night of January and Y/N just finished eating the dinner she cooked and was tidying up her kitchen before settling on the couch and catching up on Game Of Thrones, watching just a few episodes since she was too tired from her workday.

"Alright, time to bed." Y/N stated after the umpteenth yawn and turned off her TV then started her nightly routine before settling into her bed and sighing out in relief when the exhaustion she felt was starting to subdue as sleep took over her. It was a normal, snowy night of January, or so Y/N thought. At 2:48 a.m. Y/N got startled from her peaceful sleep and got pulled out of an amazing dream of herself walking hand in hand with Kate around Central Park as they made their way towards their home to have their weekly date. Yes, date. Let’s not talk about that now, let’s focus on what or rather who woke Y/N up in the middle of the night. "What the-" Y/N murmured still half asleep, blinking her eyes in the dark room lit just by the moon and streetlights before settling her head back on the pillow with a soft thud and tried to get back to her wonderful dream, thinking her brain just made up that strange sound that woke her up. Just when she was about to fall back asleep, Y/N heard that noise again, this time followed by the faint whisper of her name. Ok, what the actual fuck. Y/N’s eyes slammed open before she hastily sat up and tried to locate the source of the sound in her room, "what the fuck?" She whispered a bit frightened, her heart beating wildly in her chest from the panic of having someone in her house.

"Y/N." The Y/H/C girl turned her head towards the window and squinted as she effectively saw a figure crouched down in front of her window on the fire escape.

"I’m armed!" Y/N absentmindedly grabbed the first thing that she could reach from her frozen spot in her bed before switching the lights on. She blinked a few times to help her eyes adjust to the sudden brightness before refocusing her attention on her window, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion when she saw a familiar figure there. She sat up and sauntered slowly towards her window, her frown only deepening when she recognized who was standing outside before opening her window, "Kate?"

"Hey. Nice weapon." Kate smiled sheepishly at her best friend with a taunting lilt in her voice as she tried to subdue her shivers but the New York’s cold and snow was proving it to be a difficult task as snowflakes landed gingerly on her head and stuck on her black hair, "can I come in?"

"Yeah, of course! You must be freezing!" Y/N stepped back to give Kate enough space to move into her room and frowned some more when she noticed the girl was taking longer than usual to climb into her apartment. It wasn’t unusual for Kate to enter her apartment through the window, she liked to be dramatic sometimes, but Y/N felt like something was oddly different this time, proving her point a few seconds later when Kate landed slowly on her feet and whimpered in pain. She closed the window quickly, before assessing the black haired girl who had her back to her as she shivered wildly, "not that I’m not happy to see you, but why the hell are you climbing into my apartment through my window in the middle of the night? What are you doing here?" Y/N rolled her eyes at her poor choice of her weapon to defend herself and placed her charger back on her nightstand.

"You’re acting like it never happened before."

"It did, but never this late and especially not when outside there’s a fucking snowstorm."

Kate snorted at Y/N’s extremely dramatic words and shook her head, "it’s simply snowing Y/N/N."

"Okay, then why are you hiding from me?" Y/N asked matter-of-factly as she crossed her arms around her chest and lifted her right eyebrow up in challenge. She watched as Kate’s shoulders moved up and down as she sighed loudly before tentatively turning around. Y/N gasped in shock when she took in Kate’s battered form, from her black right eye, to her cut left eyebrow and a bit of blood running down the side of her face, her bottom lip a bit swollen due to another cut gushing blood on the left side of it, to her suit completely ruined by a few slashes on her right arm, on her left hip and the right side of her ribs. With a better inspection, after taking a few steps towards the archer, she noticed she was bleeding through the cut on her arm and on her side and she felt a thrill run down her spine at the pained expression Kate was trying to cover up with a small, apologizing grin, "oh my god Kate! Who the hell did this to you?! What happened?!"

"You should’ve seen the other guys!" Kate winked with a cheeky grin at Y/N, but hissed in pain when her bottom lip hurt from the excessive strain of her smiling while another gush of blood streamed out of the cut on her eyebrow when she arched it proudly.

"Oh Kate." Y/N sighed out in exasperation as a traitorous smile rushed on her lips at the girl’s antics, "always joking, no matter how serious the situation is. And you’re literally bleeding in the middle my bedroom, so this is next level serious."

"You like it." Kate smiled as she teased Y/N by poking her finger into her side and watched as her grin broadened as a small giggle left her lips while she squirmed away from the soft tickling.

"I’m tempted to say I don’t but I would be lying." Y/N laid her hand softly on what she hoped was Kate’s not injured arm, sighing in relief when she didn’t emit any sound of pain or something like that, and caressed her bicep gently, "I need to take care of these injuries or you’ll lose too much blood. So you have all the time to explain to me what the hell happened to you."

"Yes mom." Y/N rolled her eyes at Kate’s witty counter back and helped her sit down at the foot of her bed, helping her out with taking off her combat boots before walking into the en-suite to retrieve a well-stocked first aid kit, "did you just robbed an hospital or pharmacy with all these gauzes, needles, stitches and so on?" Kate quipped as she inspected the inside of the box, a small snort leaving her mouth while looking at Y/N with a bright grin.

"Luckily no, I bought everything just in case you stumbled into my apartment injured." Y/N answered honestly as she soaked a cotton wool with oxygen peroxide and started tapping it on the cut on Kate’s left eyebrow, grimacing in apology when the girl hissed in pain, "sorry, sorry."

Kate felt butterflies fly around her stomach at the admission and at the thoughtful gesture and smiled warmly up at her best friend, her eyes skimming all over her beautiful features lighted up by the lights in the room and noticed how the focused look on Y/N’s face was making her ten more times attractive than she already was, "really? Have you been already prepared?"

"Well I hoped to never use it, but I bought it just in case." Y/N shrugged as she tapped as gently as she could on Kate’s cut, but the archer hissed in pain and winced a few times, however she tried to be as put as she could to let Y/N mend her injuries. She winced after a particular hard dab and turned her head instinctively to shield herself from the cotton wool, but a soft hand grasping her chin tenderly and turning her head around made her almost dizzy with mushy feelings swirling into her stomach, "remember, me helping you with your injuries does not mean I am not mad at you."

"I’m sorry, really. But you were the first that came to mind after I left the pier. I didn’t want to wake you up and scare you, so I was ready to go back to my place and mend my own injuries but then an asshole came out of nowhere and stabbed me in my side." Y/N gasped in worry at that as her eyes instinctively fell on the open, gushing cut and shivered visibly, "don’t worry, he was too stupid to know how to hurt someone. He just scratched a bit deeper than a normal cut, but I’m fine. I knocked him out a second later and was ready to follow through my previous plan, but I was too much in pain to do this all by myself."

Y/N listened carefully to Kate’s small and quick retelling of her night, knowing she still had to explain a lot but was happy her best friend was okay after the rough fight she seemed to have had not too long ago, "almost done." Y/N made sure to clean all the blood that gushed out of the cut and tapped on it a few more times before throwing it on the small trashcan she brought over to throw everything she needed to use to mend Kate’s injuries then grabbing another cotton wool and put the hydrogen peroxide on it as she focused on Kate’s bottom lip, "and this cut? What happened that made your lip bleed out?"

"A few lackeys charged towards me and when I succeeded into knocking three of them out, one came running from an hidden spot and head-butted me." Kate tried to explain with as much understandable words as she could due to Y/N blocking her bottom lip to clean it thoroughly, "I reacted after getting past the pain and let’s say he won’t be able to walk for a few weeks, maybe months." Kate continued before winking at Y/N who blushed gently and chuckled under her breath.

"Okay this will hurt, but I need to press a bit more to be sure the cut is well-cleaned."

Kate nodded and closed her eyes, instinctively wrapping her right hand around Y/N’s left wrist to prepare herself for the pain, a gesture that warmed the Y/H/C girl’s heart and put a tender smile on her lips, "ohw."

"I know, I’m sorry."

"It’s not your fault Y/N/N." Kate sighed out at the apologies coming out of Y/N’s mouth and opened her eyes to stare at her best friend down right into her Y/E/C irises, "you’re just trying to help. It just hurts like a bitch."

"Well I hope this teaches you something miss Bishop. You need to be more careful." Y/N stated with a big smile that hid a hint of seriousness behind it as Y/N finished taking care of Kate’s bruised lip.

"I know." Kate sighed dejectedly as she fidgeted with her fingers, "Clint told me I am a bit reckless and that is thanks to my big overconfidence I have, but I’m trying to do better. I know it was a bit dangerous for me to go there alone but I had to try and pin this asshole down."

"You seriously need someone that helps you out. And if not on the field, at least someone that guides you and watches your back from afar." Y/N countered back sweetly as she stopped rummaging around the first aid kit and looked into Kate’s intoxicating blue pools.

"I know, I thought about it. Actually, Clint suggested it too!"

"See?" Y/N shook her head in amusement and snorted under her breath at Kate’s sentence before smiling down at her best friend tenderly and tapping her knee gently before settling it comfortably there and squeezing the girl’s knee and thigh softly in reassurance, "we see eye-to-eye. And I mean he is Hawkeye after all, isn’t he?"

Kate laughed heartily at the joke and placed her hand on top of Y/N’s one to clap it softly before entwining their fingers together. "I am the Hawkeye now." Kate stated proudly and puffing her chest out as she nodded at the Y/E/C girl, who just chuckled in amusement.

"Oh, my bad." Y/N smirked in mockery at her best friend, who rolled her eyes in fond exasperation and got ready for their usual childish banter full of jokes and taunting. "So this means I should be honored to have an Avenger in my apartment?"

"You should be, yes."

"Then why all I am feeling is annoyance because you woke me up?" Y/N smirked as Kate shook her head with a smile before she pushed on the girl’s shoulder gently and triggered a small laugh from her. "Okay, we need to take care of those cuts too. I don’t know how bad they are but I need to be sure you’re not still gushing out blood from them." Y/N rummaged through the first aid kit box and got ready everything just in case Kate needed stitches and almost lost the control of her body when she realized she had to ask Kate to take off her suit top to inspect her injuries, "uhm-"

"What?"

"I need to- you have to- can- uff!" Y/N huffed out in frustration at herself for not knowing how to ask Kate to remove her suit’s top without blushing furiously, while the archer’s face erupted in a big grin.

"Hey, Y/N/N!" Kate smiled encouragingly at her best friend and grasped her bicep gently to calm her down, "easy, breathe and just ask away. It’s me, you know that."

I know, trust me. That’s the problem. Well not a problem, but y’know my crush on you is making me stutter like a lovesick puppy at the mere thought of having you half naked in front of me. "I know, okay." Y/N took a deep breath and just blurted out her request without second thoughts, "I need you to undress yourself."

Kate’s eyes widened imperceptibly at the request, despite knowing what Y/N was going to ask, she just wasn’t expecting that to be that bold, as her heart race started to increase at the thought, but covered all up with a gentle giggle at the Y/H/C girl’s poor choice of words, "okay." Kate’s gentle smile morphed into a smug one as she gripped the girl’s bicep once before continuing with a low tone, "I hoped you would’ve asked me on a date first, but I’m always eager and willing to try new things, in this case skipping a few steps." Kate winked seductively at a blushing Y/N and reveled in the adorable view with a smile that was turning back to being soft and gentle instead of smug, teasing and seductive.

"I-I-" Y/N was having an hard time with kick-starting her brain and making it function properly, but it has been proved to be a really difficult task to complete, not with the archer so close to her and hypnotizing her with her magnetic blue eyes and kissable lips curled over a tender grin. She got out of her gay panic induced haze when that said grin morphed into a wolfish one as the black haired girl obviously caught up with her stuttering self and rolled her eyes, before huffing out in fond frustration and started to sit up, "y’know what Bishop? Patch yourself up. I’m going back to sleep."

Kate laughed heartily at that and tightened her grasp around Y/N’s arm to prevent her from moving and boldly laid a soft peck on her cheek, "no, please! I’m sorry. Uhm- I need help though. I’m worried I will only make the situation worse if I pull my suit’s top off myself."

"You’re right. You can’t risk ripping the cuts more open that way. Here, easy." Y/N helped Kate with the zipper behind her back, pulling it slowly down as she nibbled on her bottom lip in concentration and anticipation, before just as slowly pulling the ripped suit’s top off of Kate and Y/N almost fainted at the sight of an half naked Kate Bishop in her bedroom.

"Sorry, I’m still a bit chilly from outside." Kate sheepishly apologized when goosebumps appeared on her skin and the blue eyed girl shuddered visibly, even though she was pretty sure she wasn’t shivering from the cold but from a pair of Y/E/C irises ogling her half naked torso.

Y/N was trying really hard in not blatantly stare at Kate’s chest clad in a black and purple sport bra or skidding her gaze up and down the girl’s contracted abs due to the shivers on her soft skin still wrecking her body. She tried okay? "Oh yeah, let me turn the heat up so you can warm up a bit." Y/N sat up straight and with wobbly legs dragged herself to the heat control and turned the heat up a few notches. "Here you go." Y/N walked back to the archer and forced herself to stay focused to help Kate and examined the cuts, shivering at the bad gashes. "Oh."

"What? That bad?" Kate met Y/N’s eyes and grimaced before following her previous gaze and looked at her injuries and furrowed her eyebrows in apology, "well, nothing that a few patches and some rest won’t heal." Kate tried to light up the mood as she watched Y/N’s face paint with worry.

"It’s not that bad." Y/N stated softly as she eyed the cuts a bit more before regarding Kate with a worried look mixed with a sprinkle of reprimand into her Y/E/C irises and frowned at her just a tiny bit, "but it still could’ve been worse and you could’ve been seriously injured. You need to be more careful on the field."

"I know, I know. I promise I will from now on." Kate reassured Y/N some more, her chest warming up at the clear worry showed by the Y/H/C girl, "hey, look at me. I’m here. I’m okay." Kate stared Y/N down and smiled softly at her, "a bit battered and exhausted but I have the most amazing best friend in the world who is an incredibly extemporary nurse when needed."

"Well playing soccer in high school meant a lot of injuries during games so I had to become good at mending wounds." Y/N giggled as she coated another cotton wool with oxygen peroxide and grimaced in apology at the archer, "I’m sorry, but this will hurt a hell lot more."

"Okay." Kate closed her eyes and prepared herself for the pain, "I’m read-FUCK!"

"Almost done, just a few seconds."

"Shit, shit, shit, fuck." Kate cursed repeatedly to try to subdue the excruciating pain coming from the disinfectant cleaning the wound on her shoulder, leaning her forehead on Y/N’s shoulder and breathed her amazing scent in for some comfort.

"Okay, done." Y/N smiled apologetically at Kate and instinctively kissed her shoulder gently, right on top of the wound, widening her eyes just a bit, imperceptibly enough for the archer to not to notice it when she pulled her head away from her own shoulder and played it cool with a soft laugh and busied herself with preparing another cotton wool with the disinfectant, not noticing the shivers appearing on the blue eyed girl and the blush blossoming on her cheeks and neck. "It seems like it doesn’t need any stitches, just a few patches to help the wound close as soon as possible and quicken the cicatrization and the healing process."

"Good, I think the worse one is the cut on my ribs." Kate leaned her head down and looked at the aforementioned injury, the Y/H/C girl mimicking her right after, and both inspected it closely.

"I don’t think this one needs stitches either, but I need to clean it up to be sure."

"Okay, let me just prepare myself." Kate took a few calming breaths, squeezed Y/N’s bicep three times before smiling at her, watching as the girl mimicked her grin and got to work.

"Try to stay still, it is a deep cut but luckily it just needs a few patches and you have to stay in bed for a few days." Y/N stopped her movements to pointedly look at Kate with her right eyebrow arched up in challenge and reprimand, only arching it more when the archer just smiled innocently at her. "Kate."

"Okay! But I need to-"

"No buts." Y/N interjected with an hard tone, amusement and mirth underlying in her voice, and lifted her right eyebrow back up at Kate in challenge, "you can work from home and you can take a few days off your vigilante work. Actually you need, you must have to take a few days off Hawkeye. And you will. I will make sure of that."

"And how are you gonna do that?" Kate challenged Y/N with an humorous, cheeky smirk after her determined speech spoken with fire burning behind her Y/E/C irises and lifted up her head, jutting her chin up defiantly.

"You are staying here with me." Y/N answered shortly with a casual but still a bit authoritative tone, resuming her work on Kate’s wound and swallowing loudly when she noticed each time she delicately swiped the cotton wool on the cut, Kate’s mouthwatering abs contracted involuntarily, making the defined muscles bulge up even more and causing Y/N’s tongue to itch to slip out and lick every inch of the archer’s stomach. "I will literally tie you up in my bed if necessary."

Kate took her time to answer to that, her eyes skidding over Y/N’s features as she noticed the hungry look she had on as she ogled her abdomen and smirked widely as her stomach flipped over itself at the prospect of having the girl reciprocate her feeling she had been nurturing since they were kids. "Hm, kinky. If you wanted me in your bed you just needed to ask."

The smirk Kate sent Y/N at her witty remark was so fucking filthy Y/N felt all her moisture leave her whole body and flow right between her legs. "I-hm- I-I-I-" Y/N slapped herself inwardly and tried to get a grip on herself, before countering back with real words instead of stuttering like the gay mess she was in that moment, "Kate! I was trying to be serious."

"I was too." Kate replied with a softer tone this time, trying to meet Y/N’s eyes that were trying desperately to avoid those ocean blue, hypnotic pools, but not even her voice stopped Y/N from lifting her gaze up from her stomach. She was laser focused on her abs and that discovery alone set Kate’s body aflame, while a smirk made its way on Kate’s face when she noticed Y/N being that much distracted by her contracting abs - she wasn’t contracting them on purpose - that her hand tapping on the cut moved a bit down and started tapping the archer’s clean skin right under the gash. "Y/N/N."

"Yeah?" Kate felt a wild shiver run down her spine at the raspy, hoarse, low tone Y/N used to reply, her eyes still glued to her stomach and her hand still tapping away relentlessly on Kate’s ribs.

"Just wanted to point out that if you want to clean the cut is about a few inches up from where you’re focusing on." Kate bit down on her bottom lip to prevent her smirk to become too smug as she watched Y/N furrow her eyebrows in confusion before removing her eyes from Kate’s abs and watching where she was tapping away. When she noticed she was totally missing the cut, a blush tinted her cheeks and neck as she sheepishly looked up at the blue eyed girl and smiled coyly.

"Sorry, I got distracted."

"By what?" Kate couldn’t contain her grin anymore and let it unfold widely on her lips as she stared pointedly into Y/N’s Y/E/C irises in amusement. When the girl avoided answering and got back on her task at hand and resumed cleaning Kate’s wound, Kate gripped Y/N’s arm to stop her and waited for the girl to meet her soft gaze, "Y/N? Answer me please. What got you distracted while cleaning my wound?"

"I-I-" Y/N stuttered as she desperately tried to pull her eyes away from Kate’s intense stare but she felt like she was trapped in the most sweetest trap. "I- y-your-"

"I might know the answer, but I want you to say it." Kate’s smirk widened when she watched Y/N’s blush deepen instantly, but still no sound escaped her lips as they stared each other down. "C’mon, Y/N/N. Say it."

"I- I got distracted b-by- ugh, do I have to say it? You know it. It’s already embarrassing enough." Y/N used her free hand to cover her blushing face and to shield herself from Kate’s intense gaze.

A melodious chuckle met the Y/H/C girl’s ear, making her groan again as she sunk more into her hand, but Kate’s fingers wrapping around her wrist and pulling her hand off her face gently, made her almost protest at her but she stopped herself when instead of meeting amused and smug blue eyes as she expected, she was met with serious irises staring back at her with fondness and some kind of determination she only saw when she attended the girl’s archery competitions and watched her determination making her win each single time. It made her swallow in curious anticipation as to why it was directed at her, "it’s not embarrassing Y/N/N."

"It’s not?"

"No." Kate countered back with a small shake of her head, a big grin unfolding on her plump, rosy lips, a bit swollen now from the cut on the left side, "it’s quite- how can I explain it? Alluring, enticing. You staring at my abs and getting distracted is everything but embarrassing."

"I’m sorry. I promise I will focus on your wounds only from now on."

"Who said it was a bad thing? You don’t need to apologize Y/N/N." Kate gripped Y/N’s wrist a bit more and smiled widely, leaning a bit closer while licking her suddenly dry lips, "if it makes you any better, you can stare at my abs as long as you please."

Y/N’s stomach churned wildly, Kate’s gaze making her hazy and unfocused and their distracting proximity made her brain malfunction and she couldn’t control the words that left her lips a few moments later, "I could stare at them forever." After the small snort Kate emitted, Y/N widened her eyes in dread as her face burned in embarrassment, "shit, I didn’t say it out loud, did I?"

"You did. And fuck- it was empowering. You can touch too, y’know?" An hard shiver wrecked her body as an hungry glint passed through Y/N’s eyes after her question.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes." Kate answered shortly, looking into Y/N’s eyes in challenge as she gave Y/N the opportunity to back away from this if she had read the signals wrong and Y/N wasn’t actually into her like Kate was into Y/N.

Y/N took a small breath in to steady herself and summon as much courage as she could before putting a seductive face on, arching her right eyebrow up and staring Kate down like a predator looked at its prey and asked in a raspy, low tone, "so you’re implying that, if I do this-" Y/N skidded her pointer finger up and down Kate’s abdomen, that contracted under the light touch, and smirked knowingly, "you would like it, am I right?"

"Fuck."

"That’s not a proper answer Kate." Y/N countered back with a sweet, innocent tone and smiled tenderly at her as she scratched Kate’s skin gently to pull another reaction from her.

"Oh." Kate moaned under her breath at the sensation triggering from that small gesture and felt her body shudder wildly in arousal, "yes!"

"Hm." Y/N hummed in thought as she repeated the motion and scratched at Kate’s abdomen more firmly, eliciting another small whine from the archer, "how about this?"

Kate bit down on her bottom lip hard when Y/N flattened her palm on her stomach and pressed gently there, careful on not hurting her in the process by scraping over one of the girl’s wounds on her torso, "oh fuck, yes." Kate couldn’t believe this was happening. Y/N was actually into her, right? She wouldn’t have followed through Kate’s teasing if she wasn’t, right?

"Hm, I like these pretty sounds coming out of your mouth." Y/N hummed in appreciation as her eyes fell down on her hand and bit on her bottom lip hungrily at the defined muscles contracted needily under her palm.

Kate grunted in pure lust as she tried to collect some of her cool and tease Y/N back, wanting to see that beautiful blush tinting her features again, so she lifted her free hand up and combed her fingers into Y/N’s Y/H/C tresses and pushed her face closer to hers, "hm, I wonder what beautiful sounds I could pull out of you."

Y/N whined pitifully under her breath as she instinctively moved closer to try to reduce the gap between their faces as much as she could, "Kate." Y/N sighed in pure bliss as her other hand gripping on the archer’s scalp tightened its grasp, her arousal growing copiously from their blatant teasing.

"Hm, I love how your name comes out of your beautiful lips." Kate boldly inched closer and brushed their noses together, feeling electricity all around them as the air became heavier.

"I-I- shit." Y/N scratched the archer’s abs some more in need, eliciting a loud groan from the girl and shivered in the process.

"Fuck. Can I- oh shit-" Kate trailed off to whine needily when Y/N teased the underside of her sport bra-clad left breast before skidding rapidly down and teasing her lower stomach right above her pants. "Can I kiss you?"

"Shit." Y/N moaned pitifully between them, a sound that traveled right down Kate’s spine and merged right between her legs, hitting her core hard and making a gush of fresh arousal to leave it and drench her panties some more, ruining them completely, "I thought you would never ask."

Kate shuddered at the need clear in Y/N’s hoarse voice and inched impossibly closer to Y/N, wanting to hear the girl to give her permission to close the gap between them, "is that a yes?"

"Yes! But if it isn’t an enough validation, how about this?" Y/N whispered sultry between them before surging forward and clashing their lips together, making Kate gasp in both surprise and eagerness when she felt Y/N’s plump lips wrap around hers in a slow, delicate kiss, a stark contrast from their previous teasing activities. They felt that trope-y sensation of the world stopping around them as they lips danced together experimentally, both savoring the feeling of the other’s lips on their own, so much better than how they imagined and dreamed so many times all these past years. Y/N pecked Kate’s lips a few more times, smiling brightly when the archer chased her mouth down for more chaste kisses each time she tried to pull away, before giving her what she wanted and kissing her hard once more then pulling effectively away from the archer, but still staying in her personal space as she leaned their foreheads together. "I have been waiting to do this for years."

Y/N’s admission breathed out on her lips in a haze as she skidded her eyes all over Kate’s face to commit to memory her beautiful features, made Kate’s almost fall off the bed as she fainted in pure bliss, "are you serious?! I had been pining over you since we met in grad school!"

Y/N’s eyes glazed over with happiness and love as she let Kate’s words sink in, before leaning forward and shared a languid, soft peck with her, "if you came stumbling into my apartment injured way sooner, we could’ve been together for a long time now." Y/N taunted with a teasing look in her Y/E/C irises and giggled when she heard Kate gasp indignantly.

"Oh so this is my fault?"

"Totally!" Y/N replied seriously as she nodded resolutely at Kate before letting out what Kate considered the cutest shriek when she tickled her softly.

"Well." Kate started with an amused grin after stopping her assault on Y/N’s torso and grasped her hands in hers, her stomach combusting in mushy feeling and wild butterflies when Y/N turned her hands over and interlocked their fingers together as she mirrored Kate’s big, bright grin before bumping their noses together cutely and leaning over to share a quick, soft peck then letting the archer continue with her train of thoughts, "if I remember correctly, I did stumble into your apartment injured when we were younger. It only wasn’t your apartment, it was your dorm room when we were in our freshman year there."

"I remember that night! I remember how I badly I wanted to kiss you for protecting me." Y/N leaned over to kiss Kate languidly, but pushed on the archer’s chest when she tried to deepen the kiss with a small laugh, "you were so cute but also so hot with your black eye and bottom lip bleeding. Well, would you look at that! Something resembles that night!"

Kate smiled as Y/N lifted their interlocked hands and touched her bruised lip softly, shuddering visibly when she disentangled their hands to focus on rubbing her thumb right under the wound and pulled at her lip gently, before wrapping her mouth around it, cautiously avoiding the cut, to suck on it tenderly, eliciting a small whine from the archer, who combed her fingers into Y/N’s hair and pushed her more into her. "You could’ve kissed me that night."

"And risking having my heart shattered when Kate Bishop, college’s heartthrob and the most wanted girl would’ve rejected me before going to fuck some random fangirl throwing her panties in her face? No thank you." Y/N replied with a sarcastic tone, a wistful lilt present in her tone as she avoided Kate’s eye contact, who was trying desperately to lock her gaze.

"Y/N, look at me." When Y/N kept playing with a fresh cotton wool without moving her Y/E/C pools to meet Kate’s ocean blue ones, she sighed and placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head towards hers to meet her apologetic eyes, "I would’ve kissed you back. Hell I would’ve took you to a date right after that kiss." Kate was quick to assure Y/N as she bracketed her face and cradled it between her hands, caressing her jaw gently as she tried to morph Y/N’s frown into that bright smile she loved so much, "I admit it wasn’t the best period of my life back then. We just started college, I gained quite some audience with my archery skills and victories during championships and I- I was feeling a bit lonely." Kate sighed dejectedly as she tried to find the right words to explain her behavior during those years, "I swear I just slept with only a few girls that, like you said, threw their panties in my face, but I stopped a couple of months later when I knew those girls couldn’t never, in a million years, compare to you. Even if I tried to at least move on from you, knowing I could never have a shot with you, I couldn’t. With only a small gesture you pulled me right back in."

"But I had to endure girls gushing with their friends about how Kate Bishop ‘rocked their world all night long’ or ‘fucked their brains out’ or ‘railed their bod-"

"Okay, I think I got it." Kate chuckled embarrassed as she tried to discard images of doing all those things to Y/N. "Uhm, those were just voices. I was winning trophies after trophies, medals after medals and people just wanted some fame by telling they slept with me. But I swear never went further than an heavy make out session while I was drunk. I was too in love with you to go further." Kate held her breath in anticipation as she wore her heart all the way out in hope Y/N’s worries would wash away.

Y/N gasped softly under her breath at this new piece of information as her heart rate skyrocketed wildly, "what?"

"I am in love with you. I have been for quite a long time now."

Y/N stared at Kate in disbelief, her eyes wide and her breath shallow as she tried to wrap her head around Kate’s confession, "w-what?"

Kate chuckled nervously, covering up her anxiety for maybe dropping a bomb on Y/N too soon, but the cat was out of the bag now, so she continued wearing her heart out for Y/N. "I am in love with you. I love you with all my heart. And believe me when I say-"

"Wait, hold on. You love me?" Y/N interrupted Kate to ask with a shocked tone, her features stretching over an almost confused frown as she stared intently at the archer.

Kate chuckled once again, still not knowing if Y/N was stunned by her confession because she was freaking out in a bad way or in a good way. "Yeah." Kate cleared her throat when she heard her voice crack a little from nervousness and distress, but covered it up with a small, sheepish smile, "like I said I have been for a long while. When I slept with those girls, it was just a poor attempt to try to get over you-"

"Wait." Y/N stopped Kate once again mid-sentence, lifting her right hand up between them and furrowing her eyebrows together, "let me wrap my head around something I’ve been dreaming about since I realized I was in love with you. You love me?!"

Kate’s stomach exploded in a million of butterflies at the confession and bit down on her bottom lip to attempt to subdue her grin trying to grow widely on her face, before grasping the back of Y/N’s neck and cupping her neck as her thumbs gently caressed her jaw then pulling her forward and leaning their foreheads together, "yes, Y/N/N. Stop looking so astonished, I love you. With all my heart."

"I love you. So much." Y/N whispered in a daze, her eyes fixated on Kate’s face before surging forward and clashing their lips together in a kiss full of the emotions they had been stashing away for too long. "I love you." Y/N whispered on Kate’s lips before leaving a peck there, "I love you." She continued like this, alternating between murmuring those three words on the archer’s mouth and small, sweet kisses, triggering adorable, cute and carefree giggles from Kate.

"If this is a dream don’t wake me up. Wait maybe I am unconscious on the pier’s floor!" Kate chuckled at her own joke, but grimaced a second later when Y/N regarded her with an unamused look. "Too soon?"

Y/N’s frown quickly became a big, bright grin before she shook her head and kissed Kate languidly a few more seconds, "let’s get you cleaned up Hawkeye."

Kate felt her stomach do somersaults at the nickname but willed her body to stop buzzing in excitement as she gritted her teeth when Y/N resumed cleaning the wound on her ribs. "Fuck."

"Almost done, just a few seconds." Y/N finished her ministrations on the open cut, blowed some fresh air on it before laying a soft kiss right beside it and thinking about her action only when she felt Kate’s intake of breath and her abs contracting excessively under her lips. "Hm." Y/N started embarrassedly when she moved her head up to be face to face with Kate, her cheeks burning in a red hue and her bottom lip trapped under her teeth, but when she opened her mouth again to apologize for her gesture, Kate’s hands grasped her neck harshly and her tongue invaded her mouth to lick hungrily and suck eagerly on her own wet muscle. Y/N moaned in appreciation when a particular swipe of Kate’s tongue made her legs wobble and she almost crashed into Kate’s body, but the archer moved her hand on her hip to stabilize her, but the second moan that escaped Y/N’s mouth, set Kate’s body aflame as pure, raw arousal pumped fast in her veins, so with a small pull on the girl’s waist, she prompted Y/N to straddle her legs. "Fuck." Y/N murmured between kisses at the silent motion and quickly stumbled over Kate’s form, her thighs bracketing the archer’s legs as they mouths never stopped devouring each other.

"You’re so hot Y/N/N." Kate murmured on Y/N’s lips when they pulled away to take some needed air before moving down her jaw to nibble on the defined muscles there, focusing on her neck and sucking on her pulse point right after and smirking proudly at the mewls leaving Y/N’s lips as she gripped her scalp to push her more into her skin and quickly bit on it, then letting her tongue out to lick the stinging pain away. Y/N then gasped loudly at the gesture and bucked her hips slightly at the arousal growing quickly between her legs and shuddered visibly when Kate’s hand secured on her hip skidded down and kneaded her ass harshly as her lips attacked her collarbones to leave another sweet mark there, "I want you. So. Fucking. Bad." Kate bit down hard on Y/N’s skin and moaned alongside Y/N when the girl bucked her hips more firmly to gain some friction.

"Oh Kate."

"Hm, moan my name again." When Kate didn’t hear Y/N emit a sound, she looked up at her and found the girl completely unfocused, lost in her own aroused mind, with her eyes closed and her bottom lip trapped under her teeth. "I said-" Kate bit on Y/N’s pulse point again and smirked when the girl whined softly still biting on her bottom lip, so with a wicked idea in her hazed mind, a newfound resolution to hear the girl moan and the impending need to fuck her, she skidded her other hand wrapped around Y/N’s nape down her torso and gripped Y/N’s left breast harshly, whining at the knowledge of the girl clearly not wearing a bra when she felt a nipple stand up under her palm at the unexpected attention.

"Oh fuck Kate!" Y/N bucked her hips again in need while her head fell forward and leaned her temple on Kate’s hair, "fuck, keep going." Y/N pleaded in a breathy tone, another whine escaping her lips at the girl eagerly kneading her ass and boob with a matching rhythm while her head fell off Kate’s head and moved backward as her back arched more into the girl’s hand.

"Hm, so needy for my touch." Kate murmured in desire as she tried to move her eager lips down the girl’s torso but her pajama shirt was making that task nearly impossibile, "can I take this off?"

"Yes! But wait, your wounds-" Y/N mumbled in a haze as she found an ounce of clarity to remember why Kate was here in the first place, but it was gone a moment later when the archer slipped her hand under her shirt and pinched her nipple softly.

"They can wait." Kate murmured as she stared up at Y/N through hooded eyes, waiting patiently for Y/N’s ‘go ahead’ as she never stopped her ministrations on her chest and ass. "Can I take this off please?"

"Yes. Yes!" With the craved validation, Kate removed her hands off Y/N just enough to pull her shirt off her head, taking just a moment to admire the marvelous sight of Y/N’s breasts on display only for her, perked nipples staring back at her as goosebumps appeared on her skin at the cold air of the room hitting her hot skin, before her hands slipped under the girl’s pants and panties to grasps her ass without any piece of clothing in the way as she leaned forward and attached her mouth on Y/N’s collarbones and started a journey down her mouthwatering boobs.

"So perfect." Kate murmured on Y/N’s skin, biting softly on top of Y/N’s left breast before licking all the way down her nipple, wrapping her wet muscle around it and then slipping it into her mouth and sucked on it avidly. "So delicious."

"Kate! Fuck!" Y/N let out loudly as her hands clamped down on her black tresses and pushed her more into her chest, shuddering copiously when Kate switched to the other breast to give her nipple the same treatment, the air hitting her now wet breast deliciously.

"Hm, are you turned on as I am? Fuck you have no idea-" Kate trailed off to leave a few open mouthed kisses all over Y/N’s sternum, before continuing, "how many times I’ve dreamed about this, imagined about this, fuck." Kate felt a surge of fresh arousal curse through her at the scenarios she made up in her mind during all these years and gripped Y/N’s ass hard to push her more into her.

"Babe-"

"Hm, yes?"

"Fuck." Y/N opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to find enough coherent words to answer Kate’s question, but she succeeded in just cursing out in an harsh breath when her core clenched down on nothing.

"Hm, since you can’t tell me how turned on you are, maybe I should check myself, what do you think?" Kate asked in a pensive, serious tone, before a wolfish grin made its way over up to her features, that morphed in a proud one when Y/N moaned pitifully and bucked her hips in a silent, desperate validation. "Can I?"

Y/N canted her hips up again and nodded furiously, her hands around Kate’s hair tightening their grasp as she prompted Kate on. "Please." Kate moved her lips back up over Y/N’s ones and kissed her hungrily while one of her hands slipped out of Y/N’s pants and circled her hips before settling in front of Y/N and cupped her through her pajama pants. "FUCK!"

"Is this enough?" Kate asked innocently, blinking up at Y/N and smirking when the girl grounded her hips down her hand to gain some friction.

"No babe, please touch me."

"Hm, in a minute. I need to make sure you are wet enough for me. But I can’t feel it with all these layers."

"Then fucking do something." Y/N forced out harshly, her brain too much gone and her arousal too much unbearable to function properly and ask nicely.

"So needy." Kate smirked and teasingly pecked Y/N’s lips before swiftly slipping nimble fingers under Y/N’s pajama pants and cupped the girl through her panties, finding the garment completely drenched. "Fuck, you’re dripping."

Kate tentatively circled the girl’s clit through her panties with two fingers and Y/N tensed as a moan left her lips before moving her hands from her neck to her shoulders for more stability, but got almost thrown away when Kate screamed in pain and curled over her own body when she involuntarily pressed her fingers on the gash on her upper arm, "FUCK!"

"Oh shit baby! Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. Shhh, I’m so so sorry!" Y/N scrambled off the archer’s lap and clarity came up to her, clearing up her hazed mind as she stared at Kate’s face scrunched up in pain with her eyes brimmed with tears.

"It’s o-okay." Kate strained out through gritted teeth and closed her eyes to will the pain to go away, before reopening them again and focusing her deep blue irises back on Y/N. "The pain is gone. Come here. I was about to fuck you."

"Hm-hm. No. Not happening."

"Why?" Y/N had to literally restrain herself at the adorable pout Kate sent her as she tried to grasp her hips to push her back on her lap, but she moved more out of her reach and shook her head furiously.

"Because I almost lacerated your cut on your arm some more. You‘ll be lucky if you won’t need stitches now."

"It was well worth it." Kate stated with a mischievous smile on and wiggling eyebrows before continuing, "and it would be even more worth it if we keep going."

"Do not tempt me Bishop. I’m trying to be responsible." Y/N let Kate pull her between her open legs as she hugged her closer, with her face laying comfortably on her stomach, her cheek squished cutely on her skin, and sighed in frustration when she felt the very uncomfortable pressure between her legs still nagging her to no end.

"Hm, c’mon baby." Kate murmured on Y/N’s abdomen before peppering open mouthed kisses there, teasing Y/N some more as her hands clasped down on her ass while her lips trailed over the waistband of her pajama pants before sitting up straight and wrapping her mouth around a pebbled nipple, only now then her brain catching up in realization that she was still half naked in front on Kate.

"Kate." Y/N reprimanded as her hands sneaked into Kate’s hair, but her voice came out whispered and pleading and shook her head at her own hormones to get a fucking grip on themselves. "Kate." She succeeded now in speaking up in authoritative voice as she pulled on Kate’s scalp a bit more firmly and almost threw her resolve away when Kate moaned around her nipple.

"Do that again."

Y/N stashed away the conversation they will definitely have at Kate’s response and tried softly, "babe, please stop."

As if a jolt passed through Kate’s entire body, she jerked away and looked at Y/N in worry, something that warmed Y/N’s chest beyond herself, "what’s wrong?"

"Nothing’s wrong babe. We just need to stop for now."

"But-"

"I know, babe. I want you too, but you’re seriously injured and you had been lucky enough to come back to me in one piece. So please, let’s just-" Y/N pecked Kate’s pouty lips gently before continuing with her speech, "give your body enough time to heal properly. Then I am all yours."

"Fuck, okay. Ugh, I was ready to touch you, to finally feel you around my fingers." Kate rattled off in frustration, clenching her hands, now in a more appropriate place around Y/N’s waist, on Y/N’s skin and leaned her head on the girl’s stomach.

"Babe, it’s not easy for me either. I’ve been waiting for this moment just as much as you had." Y/N whispered lovingly on the girl’s hair before laying a tender kiss there. "Let me finish mending on your wounds, then we can cuddle and watch a movie."

Kate sighed as she closed her eyes and willed her own arousal to subside, "we waited so long, a bit more won’t be that hard right?" Kate conceded softly when she lifted her head up and laid her chin on Y/N’s stomach to look up at her, only to shudder hungrily when her naked boobs dotted with a few hickeys got in the way. "Hm, you should put a shirt on, otherwise I don’t want to be held responsible if I jump on your bones and fuck you senseless."

Y/N let out a small moan when a fresh gush of arousal left her core at the images bouncing at the forefront of her mind and tightened her grip on Kate’s scalp a few seconds before reluctantly pulling away and retrieving her shirt laying on the floor near Kate’s feet, then continued cleaning Kate’s wounds and patched her up.

-

The next day Y/N was the first one to wake up, the sun already up in the sky as the city below was in full swing with people passing by to go wherever they need to be while cars honks echoed around the busy streets. Y/N’s eyes blinked a few times to get used to the brightness in the room before realizing how warm she was due to the body she was clinging to right beside her and last night caught up with her still a bit sleepy brain and smiled widely while she slowly lifted her head up from Kate’s chest to look up at her relaxed face as small, steady breaths left her lips as she slept peacefully. She stared at the perfect beauty that she had in front of her and let butterflies fly free into her stomach as she recalled the events of last night while a familiar pressure made its presence known at the images of Kate’s hands and lips lavishing her her brain replayed over and over again. She couldn’t help the big bright smile that formed there when Kate’s ‘I love you’ echoed around her mind and involuntary hugged Kate closer, careful in not waking her up. "I can few you smile."

Y/N’s grin became even more big at the archer’s voice as her Y/E/C irises, still fixated on the girl’s face, noticed the archer had her eyes still closed but her face stretched over a smile of her own, "I can’t help it, I have the most beautiful girl in my bed."

"Yeah, you are breathtaking. It’s not my bed though." Kate joked as she finally opened her eyes and Y/N’s chuckle at Kate’s counter back died in her throat when bright blue irises stared intently into her Y/E/C ones as she hugged her so close their noses brushed together. "Can I kiss you?"

Y/N’s stomach flipped over itself at the question as she smiled sheepishly, "I have morning breath."

"So do I. I don’t care as long as you don’t." This time, instead of answering with real words she leaned over and wrapped her mouth around Kate’s one languidly, both humming happily into the kiss as they hugged each other more closely. "Good morning babe."

"Hm, good morning beautiful." Y/N laid her head back on Kate’s chest and looked ahead of her as she carefully caressed her bandaged side, a sense of domesticity and love invading her bones, "how do you feel?"

"Like a fucking truck run over me." Kate’s smile broadened when Y/N left a small, tender kiss on her sternum.

"I need to check the wounds to be sure no one got infected."

"Just admit you want to see me naked." Kate joked with an airy laugh, only to whine in pain when her ribs hurt a bit.

"Well it would only be fair since you saw and touched my boobs." Kate hummed lowly as her hand around Y/N’s ribs skidded up and caressed the side of Y/N’s breast before moving a bit further down and grasped it gently. "Babe, behave." Y/N slapped Kate’s hand away and chuckled at Kate’s sigh.

"I can’t help it. Now that I have you, I can’t help but want you in every way, every single moment of the day." Kate growled as she pulled Y/N into another kiss, this time hungrier as her tongue swiped over the seam of Y/N’s lips to ask for permission, Y/N granting it a beat later, and both hummed in appreciation when their tongues slid over each other.

"I know, I feel the exact same way. But I don’t want to hurt you. No-" Y/N kissed Kate firmly when the girl opened her mouth to counter back before pulling away and continuing, "I know your stubborn ass was going to say I won’t but I don’t want to risk like last night. And I don’t want to- y’know hump you or something like that, I want to feel all of you."

Kate shuddered at the words and raked her hands over Y/N’s back before closing her eyes and breathing evenly, "I want that too. But we can wait."

"Yeah, but-" Y/N trailed off seductively as she rubbed teasingly her clothed chest over Kate’s clothed one, feeling their nipples clash after every each swipe up and down before trapping Kate’s bottom lip under her teeth and sinking them softly on it before suckling on it a few seconds to soothe the sting away, "it doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun while we wait for your masterpiece of a body to heal completely."

Kate groaned greedily and gripped Y/N’s ass to help her movements as she slipped her tongue into her mouth and sucked on Y/N’s one hungrily. "You’re so fucking hot."

"Not as much as you are." Y/N whispered sultrily before laying a sweet peck on Kate’s lips and sitting up, "c’mon, I’ll change your bandages after your shower. I’ll go prepare our breakfast."

"Or you can always join me." Kate countered back seductively as she tried to sit up to kiss Y/N again, but whimpered in pain when a excruciating pain hit her ribs.

"Nice try Bishop. Let me help you up so you can go shower." Y/N got off the bed and stretched her hands over to help Kate up too, before walking hand in hand in her en-suite, grabbing a fresh towel for her and walking over the door to give Kate some privacy but she stopped her in her tracks.

"Y/N/N."

"Hey, what’s wrong?" Y/N asked alarmed when she watched the girl standing in the middle of the bathroom wringing her fingers as she smiled sheepishly at her.

"Nothing, it’s just- I need some help with my shirt. My ribs hurt."

"Oh yeah, here- wait, is this one of your wicked games tricking me into something?" Y/N stared Kate down through squinted eyes in suspicion, but the archer kept looking at her innocently.

"No?" Y/N hummed at the answer more questioned than stated and cautiously lifted Kate’s shirt up, "the sport bra too." Y/N lifted an unimpressed eyebrow up and smiled incredulous at the girl. "I can’t take it off myself."

"Just tell the truth and I will help you."

"I seriously need help." Y/N went to roll her eyes when Kate’s voice stopped her mid-roll, "but some fun in the way won’t hurt, right?" A wolfish grin then appeared on Kate’s lips that made Y/N’s insides burn with want.

"Unbelievable." Y/N tried to avoid Kate’s puppy dog eyes and sighed when the archer circled her waist and nuzzled her cheek with her nose. She won. Kate knew Y/N caved in and smiled triumphantly, "5 minutes. If you feel any pain we’re stopping."

"Okay. By the way you look hot when you’re so bossy." Kate murmured on her cheek where she planted kisses there repeatedly as she hugged the girl closer. "I just wanted to return the favor."

"What?"

"You let me enjoy your wonderful boobs last night, I’ll let you enjoy mine now." Y/N whined at the offer and sunk her nails on Kate’s back in need. "Are you still sure about that 5 minutes rules?" Kate asked seductively as she nibbled on Y/N’s lobe, hearing her take a sharp intake of breath as she clung to her.

"Yes. I don’t want you to be in much more pain than you already are." Y/N replied earnestly as she silently asked Kate by tapping on her arms to lift them to take the sport bra up and off of Kate, her eyes darkening instantly when they fell on the archer’s round, full breasts and licked her lips involuntarily.

"Hm, like what you see?"

"Yes, a lo- wait, oh my god!" Y/N’s eyes settled on a big purple bruise forming on Kate’s left ribs that was concealed under the sport bra, and she gasped as lust got replaced by worry, "you didn’t tell me last night you got fucking kicked in the ribs."

Kate found Y/N’s reprimand gaze adorable and smiled innocently up at her, "in my defense, my mouth was too busy to talk."

Kate’s cheeky statement set her body aflame as shivers spread all over her skin and arousal pumped fast in her veins, but it just lasted a moment before worry prevailed. "Does it hurt?"

"Not too much. When I woke up it was hurting like crazy, but now it’s subsiding."

"You’re not belittling your pain just because you want me to suck your tits right?"

Kate blushed furiously at the bold, crass words as a familiar coiling feeling settled on her lower belly, "no, I swear. It’s still a slight stinging pain right into my side, but if I don’t make sudden movements, I am overall fine."

"You sure?" Y/N asked worriedly, biting her bottom lip as she stared in apprehension up at Kate, "I don’t want to hurt you if I get too carried away like last night." Y/N confessed while her hands caressed the archer’s naked back up and down, paying attention in not pressing too much on her bruised side or on her bandaged cuts.

"C’mere babe." Kate smiled lovingly at her before tugging softly on her shirt and squishing her into a soft hug, "I promise I will tell you if the pain gets too much to handle. I know you won’t hurt me purposefully. I don’t blame you for getting carried away last night, let alone hurting me for blindly reaching for me. I love you."

Y/N felt her heart rate skyrocket at those three words whispered out lovingly on the crown of her head before feeling a kiss being laid there. "I love you babe." They stayed like that, in their comfortable, loving bubble for a few seconds before the archer shifted in her position to hug Y/N closer and made her naked chest to rub deliciously over Y/N’s clothed one, their nipples brushing gently and making her let out a small whimper.

Y/N pulled gently from the hug and kissed Kate tenderly. Y/N knew Kate wasn’t pressuring her into touching and tasting her boobs, if she wasn’t in the mood for that and she just wanted to have a few soft, slow and languid kisses she would respect it. But Y/N wanted to taste Kate’s mouthwatering boobs, she wanted so much more, she wanted all of Kate but unfortunately they had to wait a bit more for that. She silently told Kate just that when she pushed more into the kiss and slipped her tongue in when Kate granted her access and licked avidly into her mouth while her hands caressed her back, then moved to her sides, always careful in not hurting Kate, before slipping them between their bodies and grasping both of Kate’s boobs, massaging slowly those soft mound and whining into the kiss when she felt two nipples teasing the palm of her hands. "Your tits feel amazing under my hands." Kate moaned at the whispered affirmation and arched her chest more into Y/N’s hands as a moan escaped her lips when Y/N’s lips traveled down her jaw and settled at the base of her throat to leave a visible mark there. "Can I lick them?"

"Yes! Do whatever you want." Kate let out in a strained voice with her face contorting in pleasure at Y/N pinching softly on her nipples before resuming its unrelenting kneading. "Fuck, that felt amazing."

Y/N smirked on Kate’s collarbone as she licked the raw skin there before slowly bending slightly while leaving wet kisses down her sternum, before stopping on the top of the black haired girl’s left boob and nibbled the skin there gently, she then proceeded in teasing Kate some more as she kissed all around her nipple but neglecting it every time her mouth was ready to wrap around it, smiling triumphantly at Kate being so pliant when her flat palms behind her back pushed her more into her mouth. "Does it feel good?"

"Yes babe, but please more." Y/N smirked at the needy tone Kate used as she switched to the other breast and did the exact same thing of kissing thoroughly the archer’s boobs but ignoring her straining nipples begging to be touched.

Y/N turned again to the other breast and wanted to repeat the same gestures, but moaned pitifully when the archer’s hands clasped in her hair gripped there tightly and pushed her mouth right on her nipple, "needy." Y/N stated shorty right on the pebbled nipple before engulfing it with the wet, warmth of her mouth and sucked on it like her life depended on it.

"Oh yes! Fuck." Kate hissed out in pleasure as white shocks of pure pleasure run down her spine and merged between her thighs were an already copious amount of wetness was collecting there.

"Hm, delicious." Y/N let out in a haze as she switched to the other breast and suckled on Kate’s nipple hungrily as her hands clamped down on Kate’s marvelous ass and kneaded it eagerly. She decided to slow down their fun activities when Kate’s hips bucked needily over hers to gain some friction, peppering soft, light kisses all the way from the girl’s boobs up to her mouth, kissing her hungrily just a few seconds before pecking her lips repeatedly a few more seconds then pulling away. "Take a well needed shower. I’m going to make some breakfast for us."

Kate let her hazy mind clear a bit, understanding Y/N for slowing everything down to prevent it to be more easy to stop instead of getting completely lost in their desire and risking hurting her, something that made her love for the girl grow exponentially more - she didn’t know it could be possible - as her stomach clenched adoringly at her. She caught up with Y/N’s words and gasped in fake indignation, laying her hand on her heart as she gasped loudly, "are you implying I stink?"

Y/N smirked mischievously at Kate and shrugged nonchalantly, "you said it. Not me."

Kate gasped again and slapped Y/N shoulder softly, looking at her lovingly when a tender laugh escaped her mouth, "okay, leave. Go make breakfast for yourself. I’m leaving."

Y/N laughed heartily at that and stopped Kate from pulling herself away from their embrace and kissed her left cheek repeatedly, "I’m sorry. I meant you need your muscles to relax a bit and the shower will help with that. You also need to wash the wounds so they won’t get infected, although I will probably use the disinfectant again to-"

Kate stopped Y/N with a breathtaking kiss, smiling when the girl visibly relaxed and hugged Kate closer, "I’ll see you in a bit."

"Yeah." Y/N murmured in a daze and a dumb smile and Kate couldn’t help but giggle softly and leave another peck on Y/N’s mouth then reluctantly pulled away. "If you need something call me."

"Don’t try to find excuses to come here while I’m in the shower, just join me instead." Kate teased with a teasing wink and reveled in the deep red blush dusting on Y/N’s face before pushing her towards the exit, slapping her ass in the process and winking at her again when she turned towards the archer to stare at her incredulously.

-

"Kate you have to stay still."

"I’m sorry it fucking hurts!" Kate whined when Y/N was trying to put ointment on her bruised ribs after her shower, but every time Kate jerked up in pain, Y/N’s hand jabbed in her side and increased the pain ten fold.

"I’m sorry baby, I’m almost done I promise." After making sure Kate’s bandages were all clean, the archer got dressed with Y/N’s help, who was clearly struggling in watching the half naked form in front of her, "that’s my shirt."

"I know. I love your clothes and besides all my stuff is at my place."

Realization then downed on her when she remembered they weren’t together and they weren’t sharing a place yet, so Kate would probably ask her to go back to her apartment where all her things were. When she told Kate she was gonna tie her to her bed to not let her leave to heal completely she was only kidding, so at the mere though of Kate leaving a big hole in her chest started forming, "oh yeah right."

"What’s wrong?" The black haired girl asked with her eyebrows furrowed in a worried frown at the Y/E/C girl’s dejected tone and clear upset features.

"Nothing."

"Yeah right. Y/N/N we’ve been best friends since we were kids, I know you when you lie. Tell me, please." Kate sat up on the bed and patted the place beside her for the girl standing in front of her to sit on.

Y/N sighed slightly and sat down, their thighs brushing gently and a sense of comfort immediately calmed her down, "I just realized you will probably need to go back to your place and I know we will see each other in the next couple of days, but I just- liked this small domestic bubble we’ve created in these past few hours."

"I need to go back to my place, yeah." Kate confirmed slowly as she eyed the girl sighing dejectedly and nodding in reverence, "I need to take a few things like my laptop, a few files and dossiers to work on and then you’ll help me take it all back here."

Kate bit down on her bottom lip to prevent her smile to broaden at the plethora of emotions passing though the Y/E/C girl at her words. Sadness, then confusion, then puzzlement, then bewilderment, then elation and then merriment. "What?"

"You heard me."

"Yeah, but- are you- I mean- staying here?" Y/N asked sheepishly as she wrung on her fingers anxiously, feeling her hands getting a bit sweaty.

"Of course." Kate then let her grin broaden as she grabbed Y/N’s hand and entwined their fingers together lovingly, took them up to her lips and kissed Y/N’s knuckles softly without breaking their staring contest before laying them on her lap and squeezing three times Y/N’s hand in comfort, "if that’s okay with you."

"Are you kidding me?! Of course I would love to have you here for as long as you would like to stay." Y/N was quick to reassure Kate as she squeezed her hand back and leaned over to peck her lips, feeling a weight lifting off her shoulders now that they established they wanted to spend more time together and Kate reassured Y/N she wanted to stay at her place and not go back to hers, only going there to take a few things she needed to work from home. At Y/N’s house. Y/N’s stomach did somersaults at that thought alone as she smiled dumbly at the archer. "You forgot your clothes."

"Hm, no. I’m more than happy with wearing yours." Kate smiled cheekily as she hovered her mouth over Y/N’s one before slipping her tongue out to tease the seam of Y/N’s lips. Y/N sighed loudly as she parted her lips slowly and in a second Kate’s tongue invaded her mouth, immediately sucking on her own wet muscle while her hands sneaked into her hair and gripped her scalp to push her more into the kiss.

-

"Y’know I was starting to like that black eye, it made you look badass." Y/N pointed out as she put some ointment on the cut on Kate’s eyebrow and smiled when the archer huffed out indignantly.

"I’m always a badass. I don’t need proof to make me look like it."

Y/N snorted in amusement and nodded quickly when the archer met her eyes and stared her down unimpressed, "tell this to the Kate that stumbled into my apartment at 2 a.m a week ago looking like a kicked puppy with her battered, even though still hot, costume."

"Hey! Wait-" Kate was ready to counter back Y/N’s statement when her brain caught up on Y/N’s words and smirked wolfishly as she skidded her finger up and down Y/N’s forearm and bicep seductively, "do you find my costume hot or do you find me hot in it?"

This time Y/N forced her blush back as she teased back, "both? I mean I always find you hot, you just look hotter in your costume. That ass in those pants- ugh!"

"You should see it without my pants." Kate winked with a dirty smile and laughed heartily when Y/N’s eyes instinctively went down Kate’s ass and swallowed loudly as lust invaded her Y/E/C pools. It has been like this the entire week, a sort of electricity clinging into them and charging up at the most random times, filling their bodies up with almost uncontrollable desire. Their teasing banters increased exponentially during this time while each make out session got heavier and heavier as hands wandered and fondled greedily, edging them up beyond themselves. "Hey, I was wondering." Kate trailed off as the air around them returned loving and affectionate and detached her eyes from Y/N’s intense stare to her fingers picking at an hangnail nervously, "we can- I would like to-" Kate stumbled over her words and begged her brain to function properly, however it was pointless nevertheless, but a finger under her chin moving her head up to meet warming Y/E/C eyes and encouraging, loving smile relaxed her instantly, "do you want to go on a date with me? Tonight maybe?"

Y/N’s small, smile became a big, brighter than the sun grin as she nodded furiously before leaning forward and kissing Kate softly, "yes."

"Our first official date." Kate murmured on Y/N’s lips as she stared in awe at her girlfriend, who nuzzled their noses tenderly as she hugged her closer.

"What were you thinking?"

"Ah-ah! It’s a surprise. I’ve been planning this date for a very, very long time. So, I’m just gonna go. I need to take care of a few things while you get ready. We have-" Kate stopped in her tracks to look down at her watch with furrowed eyebrows on her focused and determined face, "3 hours before I need to pick you up."

"Can you at least tell me what do I need to wear?" Y/N sat up from the bed and walked over to Kate hastily retrieving her coat from the coat rack, putting her keys and phone in her coat pocket, and stopped her abruptly with a soft hand on her bicep.

"Hm?"

"What is the dress code for tonight?"

"Oh, yeah. Formal but not too much? I know you’ll look beautiful regardless."

"Charmer." Y/N smirked and kissed Kate softly, "I’ll see you later."

"I’ll be here at 7." Kate pecked Y/N’s lips once more before opening the door and exiting her girlfriend’s apartment with a newfound determination.

-

"Coming!" Y/N yelled from her bedroom after she heard a knock on her door, looking at herself once more in the body length mirror, straightening her black one-shoulder dress and smirking at the side slit starting at the top of her leg and showing teasingly her thigh, before making her way towards the door, the softly clinking of her heels on the floor filling the silence in her apartment, and then opened the door a second later.

Y/N felt her whole mouth dry up instantly as soon as her eyes took in the archer clad in a purple two pieces suit with a black blouse under it and her black hair flowing down flawlessly in waves down her shoulders as her blue eyes staring back at her got highlighted by the light make up she put on. "Holy-" Kate was having an hard time breathing correctly and standing still as her mind spiraled out of control at the mouthwatering sight of her girlfriend while eyeing her hungrily, "-fuck, you look- gorgeous."

A blush dusted over her cheeks at the blue eyed girl’s truthful words while her hands wandered down at her hips and stayed there, "thank you babe. You look beautiful as well."

Kate smiled at the embarrassment clear on her girlfriend’s features and stretched her arm over to ease both their nerves down, "shall we?" Y/N mirrored the archer’s smile and nodded, grabbing her purse, putting her phone inside, before closing and locking the door, then intertwining their arms together and let Kate led them out of the building.

"Going all out I see." Y/N smirked at the archer after laying her eyes on the black Lamborghini Urus parked right outside her building, who puffed her chest out proudly and nodded gingerly.

"Only the best for my girl." Kate joked with a proud smirk before stopping them right beside the passenger door and looked into Y/N’s eyes seriously, "you know I don’t like all this showing things off with money and luxury cars, but I wanted to go big for our first date."

"I know baby." Y/N was quick to reassure the archer as she bracketed her face and caressed her jaw gently, "show me what you planned cutie."

Kate promptly opened the car door and helped Y/N in, before walking around her car and sitting in, "you ready for the best ride of your life?"

"Since you got your driver’s license recently, not so much." Y/N joked with a worried look on and when she saw the archer roll her eyes fondly and start the car, a wicked thought made its way to the forefront of her mind and acted on it quickly by placing a hand on Kate’s thigh, dangerously close to her crotch and leaned over the console to pepper small kisses along the side of Kate’s neck, smirking when she felt the girl’s small intake of breath, "but I’m waiting for our first time together to claim what has been the best ride of my life."

"Holy shit." Kate clenched her thighs to relieve the tension building fast between her leg as she leaned her head to the side to give Y/N’s lips more access to her neck, "babe, we will be late f-for- fuck- o-our r-reservation."

"Just a kiss and we can go." Y/N murmured on Kate’s skin and heard the girl sigh before she gripped her nape, turned her head towards her and pushed their lips together in an hungry kiss, full of tongues and teeth. Kate grunted out in frustration when she tried to pull Y/N more into her but the console between them was proving it to be a difficult task and opted on skidding her hand down and gripping the girl’s ass to grope her harshly.

Y/N let out a greedy moan at the gesture but willed herself to slow down the kiss to a stop, pecking the girl’s lips a few more times before reluctantly pulling away from her addicting mouth, "we can go now."

Kate whined childishly with her hand still fondling her backside eagerly and pouted down at Y/N, "just one more kiss?"

"Hm-hm." Y/N shook her head in amusement and squished Kate’s cheeks softly, involuntarily pushing her ass more into Kate’s hand, "like you said, we will be late. You’ll get more kisses after our dinner date."

Kate sighed dejectedly, squeezed Y/N’s butt one more time then pulled her hand away and placed it on the steering wheel, watching wistfully as Y/N readjusted her dress that moved a bit to the side after their impromptu make out session and whined loudly when she got a glimpse of her panties, "fuck, you’re making all of this so hard for me right now."

Y/N lifted her head up in confusion at the girl’s words and followed her gaze, smirking right after while she adjusted the dress to hide her underwear again, then winked at Kate with a sultry look on, "just a taste of what’s to come."

Kate widened her eyes in realization at the implication behind Y/N’s words as she felt the girl’s hand entwine with hers placed on the console and met her seductive, yet sheepish gaze on as she laid their hands back on the console, "are you implying-?"

"Yes. You are healing fast, your wounds are almost completely closed, your bruise on your ribs is nearly totally faded, so why wait more?"

"Fuck babe, why can’t we skip right after our dinner?" Kate pleaded in a whiny tone that made Y/N chuckle but also squirm in delight at the blue eyed girl’s desperate eagerness.

"Because I want to know what you’ve been planning for years."

Lust got quickly replaced by love and affection at her words and Kate leaned over to peck her lips tenderly after nodding gently, "you’re right. My teenager self would kick my ass if I put my needs before you. You deserve to be treated with the best date in history."

"I highly doubt your teenager would do that since you act like an horny 16 years old boy all the time."

Kate laughed heartily at that and shook her head in amusement, "don’t pretend you don’t do the same."

"What can I say? You’re irresistible."

-

"Ugh Ben is the worst! He made an inappropriate joke in front of the CEO!"

"I do it all the time." Kate shrugged nonchalantly as she sipped on her wine and smirked proudly with a small nod.

"Kate, the CEO is your mom and although I always love watching your mom trying not to strangle you in front of a room full of people, she is still our boss. I had to literally stab myself with my pen to prevent laughing in her face."

"She would have smiled subtly too." Kate giggled nonchalantly at Y/N, who took a large gulp of her wine and groaned in response.

"Sorry to interrupt ladies, would you like dessert?" The two girls decided to share their last meal and thanked the waitress when he left them before continuing their conversation.

"Y’know-" Y/N started slowly with a low tone and her hand stretching over Kate’s one on the table to caress the back of it teasingly, "I was thinking of some other kind of dessert to finish off this perfect night." Y/N literally purred as she stared intently into Kate’s blue irises, smiling when her pupils widened visibly as she bit on her bottom lip.

"Y/N." Kate started but a gasp made her stop talking when she felt Y/N’s foot touch her shin and slowly sliding up her leg flirtatiously, "oh shit." She whispered out as her free hand gripped the edge of the table, white shocks triggered by Y/N’s teasing traveling down her spine and flowing right between her legs.

"You look so hot with this suit. I can’t wait to rip it off of you." Y/N whispered sultrily between them, keeping her voice low enough to not be heard by other people around them, despite they were sitting in a more secluded area of the restaurant. "See what you chose to wear underneath it."

Kate’s body started trembling softly when Y/N’s foot passed by her bent knee and slid higher, Kate involuntarily opening her legs wider to give her more space as she held her breath in anticipation. She felt desire pump fast into her veins each passing second Y/N’s foot got near to her pulsating core, but the moment finished right before Y/N could reach the apex of her thighs when Y/N dropped her foot down. Kate was ready to voice her protests when the waitress approached them and smiled politely as he placed their dessert on the table, "here you go ladies. Enjoy!"

"Thank you." Kate was literally stunned at the total composed, innocent tone Y/N used meanwhile she tried to regain her composure with small, quick breaths.

The black haired girl turned her head to the side when she felt Y/N shift and watched as she moved herself still sat on her chair a bit more closer to Kate, "since we’re sharing our dessert." Y/N clarified innocently as she sat down right beside Kate and grabbed her spoon to take a bite of the dessert, but Kate knew she was fucked - literally - when Y/N moaned out obscenely only for Kate’s ears to hear. "Hm, so good. Here taste it."

"Y/N." Kate started with a warning tone as she stared at her girlfriend pointedly before eyeing the spoon Y/N was bringing up to her lips, then cautiously opening them and taking the spoon into her mouth.

"Hm, can’t wait to have those lips all over me."

Kate whined pitifully under her breath and clenched her fists on the table as her core pleaded her to pay attention to it. "Babe, please. Not here." Kate pleaded softly between them as she watched if someone was paying attention to them then breathing a sigh of relief when everyone was minding their own business.

"Am I turning you on?" Kate’s breath got stuck in her throat when Y/N’s fingers caressed her bicep slowly before skidding down towards her hand and entwining their fingers. "Because you’ve been turning me on since you picked me up at my apartment." Y/N admitted lowly, watching delighted as Kate clenched once again her thighs together and clasped her hand down.

"Babe, you’re playing dirty."

"Hm, but baby-" Y/N stated with a soft, innocent tone, something that told Kate what was about to come out of Y/N’s lips was far from innocent and she was proved right a few seconds later, "I am so wet for you."

"Fuck." Kate cursed under her breath through gritted teeth and looked into Y/N’s eyes sharply, silently begging her to stop.

"Here, feel it yourself." Y/N moved both their hands off the table and concealed them under the table then she disentangled their fingers and was ready to push Kate’s hand between her dress slit to let Kate touch her core through her panties, but Kate’s hand grasping her thigh instead stopped her in her tracks.

"You’re so gonna pay for this." Kate now understood why Y/N moved herself right beside her, not to share their dessert but to hide her lower half from everyone else with the table. It was her plan since the beginning. The mere thought made Kate whimper in pure arousal as her hand slid slowly between Y/N’s dress’ slit, her fingers finding Y/N’s wet panties a moment later and immediately started teasing the girl’s clit through the drenched fabric. "You planned this, didn’t you? You want me to fuck you in front of all these unaware people?"

"Oh Kate." Y/N opened her legs wider to give Kate’s fingers more access to her core as they slid to tease her entrance and bit on her bottom lip to prevent loud sounds to escape and to be heard from the other customers in the restaurant.

"Hm, as much as I would love to see struggling to hold back as I make you come on my fingers, I want our first time to be a bit more- intimate. So let’s fucking get out of here."

Kate reluctantly pulled her hand away from Y/N’s covered center, paid their check, much to Y/N’s protests, but she kissed her tenderly and smiled at her charmingly, making the girl cave in with huff and a promise to pay on their next date, before entwining Y/N’s fingers and ushering them both out of the restaurant. "I want you so bad baby." Y/N grunted out as she pushed Kate onto the side of her car parked in the secluded parking lot of the restaurant and kissed her greedily, her tongue invading her mouth when the blue eyed girl gasped at the sudden, harsh move and both moaned needily as they sucked on their tongues.

"I want you too. Let’s just- fuck." Kate’s brain short-circuited when Y/N’s teeth sank on her pulse point as she grabbed one of her hands and guided it on her ass, while she slipped the other back between her legs. "Let’s just- shit- behave for another 15 minutes and I’ll promise you I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow."

Y/N moaned when the archer paired her words with an hard pinch on her clit and her legs gave out for a second, but Kate’s other hand on her ass helped her up and laid her body on her own leaning on the side of the car, "don’t make promises you can’t keep Bishop."

Y/N gulped visibly at the determination passing through Kate’s irises before she found herself slammed on the car door when the archer switched their positions, "you’ll see. I can’t wait for everyone in your building to hear you scream my name." Kate then kissed her hard once again before slowing their hunger down and pecking lovingly her lips, "let’s go. 15 minutes." Kate reiterated as she guided Y/N to the passenger side after entwining their fingers tenderly.

The air in the car was charged with lust and desire as they clung on their hands on the console, trying with all their might to behave as they basked in the comfortable silence in the vehicle, "y’know, it’s been oddly good, so far. You’re not that bad at driving even if you recently got your driver’s license." Y/N taunted Kate and giggled when the girl scoffed and shook her head unamused.

"Ha-ha. You’re just jealous Clint taught me how to drive."

Y/N snorted loudly and pushed Kate’s shoulder gently, not distracting her from the road, "oh please, I’m just rightfully offended you let him teach you how to drive but you refused me when I offered to give you free lessons."

"I was too scared to destroy your car! Clint made me drive a stolen car so it wasn’t that much of a problem when the passenger door fell off."

"I- wait what? There are too many informations I need to process." Y/N stared at Kate wide eyed as she laughed her ass off at her bewilderment before bringing their joined hands to her lips and laying a kiss there, "you stole a car?!"

"Technically Clint stole it when we needed to escape from gun shooting at us. It was already ruined, so why not completely destroy it?"

"GUN SHOOTING AT YOU?!" Kate grimaced at Y/N’s worried screech and was quick to reassure her.

"Don’t worry babe, we had everything under control."

"Oh god." Y/N stressed over with a hand on her face and sighed out loud, "babe you need to be more careful."

"I was born careful!"

"Yeah careful like a week ago." Y/N scoffed indignantly but Kate could detect worry in her voice and even if she couldn’t see her face she knew her eyebrows were knitted together in a cute frown.

"I promise I will be more careful. Besides Peter just texted me this morning while I was planning our date and told me my new, upgraded costume is ready! You should come pick it up with me tomorrow at the Avengers Compound."

"Are you fucking insane?! Of course I’ll come with you! I AM MEETING THE SPIDER-MAN. Holy shit." Y/N freaked out loudly as she clung on Kate’s arm and jumped slightly in her seat.

"Okay, you can take your enthusiasm down a notch babe." Kate scoffed gently as she rolled her eyes. She knew she was being childish, but she couldn’t help the nagging feeling clamping at the pit of her stomach.

"Is Hawkeye jealous?" Y/N murmured teasingly into Kate’s ear after leaning over the console before nibbling on her lobe and smirked when with the corner of her eyes she saw Kate’s grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"No."

"You totally are. But let me tell you something." Y/N trailed off softly, waiting for Kate to stop at a red light to place her fingers on the archer’s lower stomach and moved them alongside her pants’ waistband, hearing Kate gasp gently as she turned her head to the side to meet her gaze. "It’s normal I am excited to meet him, but he is not my favorite Avenger, no. My favorite Avenger is an hot badass archer, with black hair and amazing ocean blue eyes, the cutest smile in the world, a big, loving heart, mouthwatering boobs and abs I could spend hours worshipping with my mouth and tongue and an ass that is out of this world." Y/N grinned seductively at Kate as she kept her soft movements on her lower stomach, "she is the one I dream about fucking me senseless with her hot costume on. Without her costume on. With a strap on. With her long, talented fingers. On my bed. On my couch. In her office. Everywhere." Y/N watched as Kate visibly struggled to keep her composure as her breath got shallower, her hips imperceptibly canting up in a silent plea for Y/N to do something, "and the mere thought I will touch you soon is making me so wet." Kate whimpered under her breath and slumped her head back on the headrest, "not to mention, you being jealous makes you hotter." Y/N purred into Kate’s ear before cupping her through her pants and reveling in the loud, guttural moan leaving Kate’s throat at the attention her pulsating core was receiving.

"Shit babe." Kate almost forgot they were still in her car, stopped at a red light and was ready to fumble with her belt to open it and push Y/N’s hand in her ruined panties when a loud honk made her jump in fright and come back to earth. "Fuck! Asshole." Kate murmured in wrath as she started driving again while regaining some semblance of composure with evening her shallow breath and silently begging her body to halt its eager buzzing for at least the rest of the ride.

Y/N smirked proudly at the desperate and lustful state she seemed to have put Kate in and retrieved her hand slowly, giving her some mercy to let her focus on driving and on the road. "I promise I’ll behave from now on."

"Good. We still have 7 minutes left, more or less, and I don’t know if I can control myself if you tease me some more." Kate warned with a filthy tone, a small pleasing lilt also clear in her voice, her ocean blue eyes, now almost black in pure, raw lust staring at Y/N quickly before refocusing them on the road ahead of her.

"Hm, I wouldn’t be opposed to that."

"Babe."

"What?"

"Behave." Kate warned once again with an amused grin and shook her head at the innocent pout Y/N sent her way.

"I am!" Y/N countered back jokingly, loving their banter and how they were quick to switch from lustful moments to happy, taunting ones, from kissing each other hungrily to making fun of each other and laughing heartily as they had an overall good time, from groping and fondling each other eagerly to bickering till laughing their assess off, "I promise I am but- y’know, I am curious to know how much I can tease you or how many buttons I need to push before you loose control. And for the record, I know you like my teasing a lot. Just admit it! Ha! I see a smile!"

"It’s not that I don’t like it." Kate started as a big grin adorned her features, "I just don’t like that I can’t do anything about it if I’m driving."

"You can always pull over." Y/N stated nonchalantly as she bit on her bottom lip, knowing Kate was sending quick looks at her from the corner of her eyes and saw her teasing gesture.

"I just- I just, like I said at the restaurant, want our first time to be intimate. The two of us letting our bodies do the talk on a bed, surrounded by just us and without having to worry about the world for a bit, or more."

Y/N felt warmth settle right in her chest as her heart rate increased exponentially and her stomach erupted in wild butterflies, "yeah, I know what you mean. I want the same." Y/N leaned over the console and placed a soft peck on Kate’s cheek.

"So behave."

"I am! I was just teasing for experimental purposes."

"Oh yeah?" Kate asked in amusement, her stomach churning in excitement when she turned left and noticed they were only 2 minutes away from Y/N’s apartment.

"Yeah. I wanted to see how long it would take of my teasing to pull over and fuck me in your backseat." Y/N let a smirk break her serious façade and chuckled when she heard Kate growl under her breath.

"You are paying for this." A shiver run down Y/N’s spine at the blue eyed girl’s tone and had to clench down on her already pulsating core and sigh out loud with her eyes closed. "Finally!" Y/N reopened her eyes and noticed they were approaching her apartment building, before feeling the car stop. "Let’s go." Kate’s tone left no other choice and held an authoritative lilt in it that made Y/N’s whole body buzz with anticipation and desire, but Y/N was too much in her hazy mind to notice the archer exiting the vehicle so when she went to open her car door, it opened and Kate came into vision.

"Thank you." Y/N took the blue eyed girl’s stretched hand in front of her and got off the car, her legs almost giving out when Kate entwined their fingers together and brought them to her lips to leave a tender kiss on the back of Y/N’s hand, then closed the car door and locked the vehicle, before making their way into the building and up to Y/N’s apartment. When they reached her door, Y/N had to reluctantly let go of Kate’s hand to open her purse to take her keys out, but she almost dropped them on the floor when a few seconds later she felt two strong arms circle her waist and a pair of soft lips nibbling greedily at her neck, "babe- let me just- fuck."

Y/N moaned under her breath at Kate’s wandering hands, one splaying right on her front, dangerously close to her core, while the other wrapped itself around Y/N’s breast and started kneading the soft flesh slowly, "hm, you’re so fucking hot. I want you so much."

Y/N laid her head on Kate’s shoulder to give her more access to her neck, but when the impending need to kiss her got unbearable, she turned her head to the side as she gripped Kate’s scalp to pull her away from her skin and clashed their lips together, their tongues immediately sliding over each other. "Oh." Y/N’s legs gave out when Kate’s hand on her lower stomach traveled lower and cupped her dripping center through her ruined panties and immediately teased her entrance by dipping just the tip of her middle finger in before skidding up and rolling her clit between two digits, but Kate’s body pushed her up and helped her stand still while she swallowed greedily her girlfriend’s moans.

"Open the door Y/N/N." Kate grumbled onto Y/N’s lips and smiled tenderly when the girl whimpered in response but nodded hastily, before inserting her keys in her door with trembling hands, but stopping to lay her head on the wooden surface and close her eyes to focus when Kate’s front bucked into her ass in need. "Please babe, hurry up. I can’t wait any longer." Kate rubbed her front more into the girl’s ass, the friction not even close to be satisfying and it was frustrating Kate to no end.

As soon as Y/N found enough clarity to quickly open the door, they stumbled into the apartment, Y/N’s back colliding with the wooden surface right after when Kate slammed her on it, closing the door shut in the process. "Come here." Y/N murmured before pulling her girlfriend in a frenzy kiss, her hands bracketing her face pulling Kate impossibly closer while Kate’s hands gripped her waist harshly.

"Hm." Kate hummed out when their tongues met a second later, sliding over each other before sweeping hungrily all around to try to memorize every angle of the other’s mouth.

"Oh Kate!" Y/N moaned into the archer’s ear as her mouth devoured her neck’s skin after they pulled their mouths away to take some needed breath and pushed her ass more into Kate’s greedy hands that massaged her flesh like her life depended on it.

"Fuck, I love how you moan my name. I can’t wait to discover how you scream it."

Y/N clamped down on Kate’s scalp at the growled words and let out a filthy mewl when one of Kate’s hand traveled from her ass to her front and slipped between her dress’ slit to tease her core once more, "babe, please, do something."

Kate shuddered visibly at the pleading tone, feeling like she got electrocuted as her body lighted up in pure need, and started a maddeningly slow pace around Y/N’s clit, "like this?"

"Yes- fuck no- faster babe please."

"Hm already begging me." Kate grunted as she applied more pressure on the girl’s clit and quickened her circles around it, feeling the girl’s hips canting up to try to gain more friction from the already heavenly attention the archer was paying to her core. "Fuck, you look so hot like this."

"Kate! Please- oh!" Kate stared mesmerized at her hand’s movements on the girls center as Y/N’s moans traveled from her ear right between her legs, pumping a raw, pure desire into her veins and making her head spin out of control.

"Shit, can you come like this?" Y/N couldn’t find in herself the force to answer with coherent words, so she sticked with nodding hastily and letting out whines of approval. "Fuck, I- you are so hot."

"Kate babe, faster." With a renewed determination to feel Y/N fall apart, she pressed impossibly hard on Y/N’s clit and circled her fingers so fast around it her wrist started to hurt, but she pushed the pain aside and kept going, fueled by Y/N’s moans increasing in volume each passing second she got near the edge. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I can feel it-shitshit."

"Don’t hold back beautiful. Let me see you come apart." Kate whispered hotly in Y/N’s ear and bit down on her lobe while she increased her speed on the girl’s clit as she pressed more firmly onto it. After about 30 seconds Y/N tipped off the edge with a long, guttural moan of Kate’s name as she gripped the girl’s scalp and nape to ground herself down and Kate had to push her body over her girlfriend’s one and lay it on the door to keep her upright when she felt the girl loose her balance while her body trembled uncontrollably and her core released its juices, consequently ruining completely her panties. "That’s it babe. You look so beautiful, fuck."

"I- shit, I need a moment."

Kate smiled at the breathy whisper into her ear and slowly pulled her head and body away from Y/N to look at her wonderful face, her cheeks now slightly red from the orgasm and her lips still kiss-swollen. "Perfect. Beautiful. Gorgeous."

"Babe." Y/N whined in fake reprimand as she moved her hands from Kate’s head and placed them to her face to shield her blush from Kate’s loving gaze.

"What?" Kate smiled tenderly at her girlfriend and wrapped her fingers around her wrists to pull her hands away from her face, "it’s the truth."

"You." Y/N huffed out a small laugh and shook her head, "you are making me blush after giving me a mind-blowing orgasm without even touching me properly."

"Well." Y/N watched as a smug grin unfolded over Kate’s features and knew she only goaded her with her declaration.

"Don’t." Y/N started with a small smile adorning her lips and lifted her pointer finger at Kate.

"I was just gonna say that I can’t help I’m good with my fingers." Kate declared in a cheeky tone and tightened her grasp on Y/N’s ass, making the girl moan loudly as she pushed her butt more into the archer’s hand, the needy gesture making Kate’s grin broaden widely as she stared lovingly and tenderly down at her, "but it wasn’t enough for me. I want you naked and wrapped around my fingers with you not holding back your moans and letting your neighbors know who is making you feel that good."

"Oh fuck. Bedroom. Now." Y/N pushed herself off the door and quickly took her heels off, watching as the archer did the same with her combat boots, before clashing their lips together and laying a hand on the black haired girl’s sternum to push her towards the direction of her bedroom. On their way there their hands wandered all over their bodies while their tongues danced hungrily in their mouths, "you look so fucking hot in this suit, but I bet you would look hotter without it."

"Better take it off then." Kate pulled away from Y/N’s lips just enough to murmur those words on them before diving right back in and playing with the zipper on the back of Y/N’s dress. "Can I?" She asked after another frenzy kiss and pulled on the zipper gently, yanking it down quickly when Y/N nodded furiously before helping Y/N take off her blazer and letting it fall on the living room’s floor.

"Ugh!" Y/N groaned in frustration when she struggled with the buttons of her blouse and Kate, with a small laugh at her impatience, helped her to speed up the process of taking another garment off, puffing her chest clad in a purple, lacy bra out when a pair of dark Y/E/C eyes stared at her breasts hungrily.

"Like what you see?"

Y/N didn’t answer right away, too busy ogling at her girlfriend’s torso, her eyes skidding over her healing wounds and traced them gently before sliding down her abs, that contracted deliciously under her fingers’ attention, before splaying her palm there and whining at the hard muscles there, "you have no idea."

"It’s my turn to see your wonderful body." Kate whispered sultrily on Y/N’s neck while her hands moved the strap of Y/N’s dress down her right shoulder and quickly let it fall down and pool at her feet. "Hm." Kate hummed as her hungry eyes drank Y/N’s form clad in a matching pair of lacy black bra and underwear, then moving slowly towards her, her hands skidding down her ass to grope it harshly before flushing their bodies together, "I can’t wait to worship this breathtaking body."

"Oh Kate." Y/N’s fingers combed into Kate’s dark locks and joined their lips together in a slow, languid kiss, moaning softly when Kate’s belt teased her lower stomach, so after pulling a whine from Kate with a particular swipe of her tongue in her mouth, she slipped her hands away from Kate’s hair and fumbled down with her belt to take it off, then quickly popped Kate’s pants open, pulled the zipped down and sliding her hand inside to cup the archer through her panties. "Fuck, you’re so wet."

"Just for you."

"Better take these pants off then." Y/N pushed Kate’s trousers down her legs and helped her out of them when they pooled at her feet, then joining their lips into another hungry kiss and pushing them both towards her bedroom.

When Kate felt the back of her knees hit the mattress, Y/N slowly pushed her down to sit on it, staring her down with blown pupils. "Fuck, you look so hot right now. C’mere."

Kate grasped Y/N’s hips and opened her legs wider to fit her between them as her mouth glued to her toned stomach and left a few open mouthed kisses there as her hands settled on her ass, giving it a firm squeeze before pushing on it to make Y/N straddle her thighs. "Look who’s talking."

"Don’t you have a sense of déjà-vu?" Kate murmured on Y/N’s neck as she dotted her neck with small, sweet kisses while her hands kneaded her ass greedily.

"Fuck, yes!" Y/N whined in desire when Kate started nibbling on her pulse point and licked the raw skin to ease the stinging sensation down. "But, if I remember correctly I wasn’t wearing a bra." Y/N moaned out when Kate grunted in acknowledgement as they both recalled their first heavy make out session a week ago after Kate stumbled into Y/N’s apartment injured and bleeding.

"Hm, better remove it then, even though I quite liked it." Kate took a few more seconds to admire Y/N’s lacy, black bra before skidding one hand up from her ass and with one swift motion unclasped her bra and let it fall on the ground. "Fuck."

"Hm, I love how you’re looking at me right now." Y/N hummed loudly as goosebumps appeared on her skin at the intense stare Kate was regarding her with, her eyes full of lust and desire but also love and affection and it was making her head spin wildly, "but I want you to do so much more than stare."

"Patience, my love."

"Kate, I can’t take anymore teasing, so please fuck me." Y/N stated boldly as she grounded her hips down onto Kate’s lap to prove her point, a gesture that triggered a groan from the archer, who squeezed her ass hard and looked at her lustfully with hooded eyes.

"Hm, if I remember correctly, I already made you come once." Kate recalled as she started a slow but hard kneading on Y/N’s butt that made her hips grind steadily on her lap and both grunted in pure bliss as lust invaded every cell of their bodies. "So why the rush?"

"Babe." Y/N started in a tone of reprimand, knowing Kate would tease her to no end and would make her crazy, but she also knew it would be worth it in the end but she couldn’t wait any longer, she craved her girlfriend, her touch, her love, her fingers and her tongue to worship her like she promised her to not too long ago and she was also craving to touch her everywhere and make her come undone under her, because of her, so she was done waiting. She wanted her girlfriend to touch her, she wanted to touch her girlfriend, so much so her own body was starting to buzz due to arousal and desire pumping fast into her veins.

"What?" Kate asked innocently, blinking rapidly up at her.

"Don’t play dumb." Y/N stared pointedly at Kate with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk on her lips, a look of fond exasperation at the dork that is her girlfriend present on her features as she took a moment to skid her eyes all over the black haired beauty’s face before meeting her dark blue irises, "stop teasing. I think you’ve teased me enough."

"Well not exactly, you were the one that teased me more, especially at the restaurant. Do you recall when you decided to caress my thigh with your foot? Or when I was driving and you grasped my cunt?"

"You almost fucked me in front of dozens of oblivious customers."

"You pushed my hand there."

"Okay fine! You won, I teased you more. So y’know what?" Kate let a smug smile appear on her features for only a few seconds before it got wiped off of her face when Y/N pushed forcefully on her sternum and made her fall down on the mattress with a soft thud. She gazed up at Y/N with wide, hazy eyes and wailed under breath at the predatory look Y/N had on her face, "I teased you enough, you are dripping wet for me, so I can finally fuck you so hard and make you come over and over you will forget your own name and will have only mine in your mind." With those hoarse words Y/N yanked Kate’s panties down and touched her core, collecting as much of the copious amount of wetness pooled there as she could with her fingers before drawing idle circles around Kate’s pulsating clit.

"Fuck Y/N/N!"

"Take off your bra for me baby. I want to see those amazing tits of yours." Kate’s body got wrecked with jolts of arousal shooting right between her legs as a broken moan left her lips when Y/N eased just the tip of her forefinger in and with shaky hands arched her back to unclasp her bra and throw it behind Y/N’s back on the floor. "Hm, perfect. Fuck, can I lick them, please?"

"Yes baby. Do whatever you want but please fuck me." Y/N felt her body light up like a Christmas tree at those needy words spoken in a begging tone and with a primal need to watch Kate come on her fingers, she eased one digit in and started a slow rhythm to let her adjust to the intrusion as she leaned down to dot Kate’s left breast with kisses, purposefully avoiding Kate’s pebbled nipple for a few more excruciating moments. When Kate combed her right hand in her hair while the other gripped her back, she slowly circled her tongue on her nipple, curled around it as she eased another finger in and increased her pace.

"Fuck yes!" Kate moaned out loud in rapture, her hips moving in quick precise movements to meet Y/N’s thrusts as her back arched into the Y/E/C girl’s mouth lavishing her breasts blissfully. Y/N spent quite a bit on Kate’s boob, licking, biting, kissing every inch of her skin, alternating between leaving a few hickeys here and there and suckling on Kate’s perked up nipple while reveling and basking in the unhinged moans, whines and wails leaving her girlfriend’s mouth after each thrust into her wet center. "Yes! Right there."

"Fuck your boobs are amazing." Y/N moaned around Kate’s other nipple and lapped up at it quickly, increasing the speed of her movements into Kate exponentially and thrusting in deeper every time Kate moaned particularly hard and clenched on her scalp in pleasure.

"No, your fingers are. Fuck-oh yes there." Kate bit down forcefully on her bottom lip, almost drawing blood from it, when Y/N experimentally curled her fingers into her core and the gesture triggered a new kind of pleasure she never experienced before. "Shit, I- I’m so close."

"Hm, I can feel you squeeze around my fingers." Y/N hummed a few moments later after spending some more time on giving Kate’s other boob the same treatment she gave to the other then kissed gently on her nipple and moved her head up to meet Kate’s unfocused eyes lovingly, "are you ready to come babe?" Kate nodded hastily, too much focused on Y/N’s fingers to make her brain form intelligible words, moaning loudly when Y/N increased her thrusts and trashed her head around in bliss as the coiling feeling in her lower stomach was ready to snap. "You are so beautiful like this."

A few more deep, hard and fast thrusts and Kate came with a loud moan of Y/N’s name, her juices spilling out of her core and onto Y/N’s hand as her walls pulled Y/N’s fingers more into her center as they spasmed around them. Y/N gradually slowed her fingers down to a stop to help Kate come down from her orgasm, as she kissed her cheek repeatedly, whispering sweet nothings here and there from time to time. Only when the Y/H/C girl felt Kate’s body slump down on the mattress, her muscles still a bit twitching slightly, she pulled her hand out and kissed Kate slowly, savoring their moment in their loving bubble. "I need a moment. Teenager Kate and college Kate are freaking out right now."

Y/N giggled cutely at the sentence spoken out of breath and pecked Kate’s lips softly. "How about present Kate?"

"She is so blissfully fucked she is afraid she imagined it all again." Kate shared shyly as she blushed hard, biting on her bottom lip and searching Y/N’s eyes to gauge her reaction.

"I know how you feel. I’ve spent so much time dreaming and imagining about us like this that is doesn’t feel real."

"Do you realize we could’ve been doing this for so long if we weren’t that stupid and acted on our feelings sooner?" Kate asked after a few seconds of silence and made Y/N giggle sweetly as she shook her head in amusement.

"Now it would be the perfect time to confess I almost declared my feelings for you when we were 17 during a sleepover at your house."

"What?! Are you serious?"

"Yeah, it was March. We decided to have a sleepover at your house instead of going to Zack’s party since your mom had to work late."

"I remember that night. We had so much fun we decided to make it a tradition to have a sleepover each Friday when we didn’t feel to go to a party."

"Yeah well, I almost made a move on you that night, when you asked me where I disappeared to in the middle of the night." Kate nodded and let Y/N talk, now more curious than ever about the story Y/N was retelling, "I had a- dream about you and when I woke up we were cuddling and I felt so fucking dirty I had to go downstairs to grab a glass of water."

Kate’s eyes lighted up at that new piece of information as a wide, smug smirk appeared on her lips, "what kind of dream?" Kate was actually loving beyond herself their small, causal conversation after fucking and her body literally hummed in appreciation when she pushed between Y/N’s shoulder blades to let her lay down on her body and shivered when their nipples rubbed together slightly.

"Y’know a-" Y/N cleared her throat to get rid of the sudden lump that formed there before continuing, "a w-wet dream."

"Really? What did you dream about?" Kate’s wolfish grin made Y/N groan in embarrassment as her core clenched needily over nothing at the dream she stil remembered.

"I- Kate! It’s embarrassing."

"Why? I had and still have wet dreams on daily basis, if you want I can share a few of them. We could take some inspiration and some ideas from them."

Y/N’s body shivered visibly at the possibilities and thought about it before deciding to share her dream with her, "it was a pretty "basic" dream-" Y/N lifted her hands to make question marks before she resumed her caresses on Kate’s sternum and kept going with her retelling, "we were in your room and we were having a sleepover. We were talking about your archery competition and you made a joke about me being your personal cheerleader. One thing led to another and a second later we were fucking on your bed, you dressed in your archery suit while I was sporting a cheerleader outfit. I was so wet. I had to stay away from you or I would’ve done something that made me fear it would’ve ruined our friendship. The worst part? When I walked down the stairs, I grabbed a glass of water and drank it almost in one go, then stood there thinking back to that dream. It was so fucking vivid. I could hear you moans, I could feel your fingers in me. But then your mom scared me when she entered the kitchen and made me almost combust in embarrassment." Kate stayed silent to let Y/N explain as her mind made up images of Y/N’s dream and a fresh wave of arousal hit her, but only hummed when was necessary. She laughed heartily at Y/N’s last sentence and pulled her more into her when she heard her groan bashfully, "it was so fucking awkward. Your mom was trying to make small talk as she made herself some tea, while I was asking the floor to open and swallow me whole."

"It wasn’t bad. I mean, you weren’t touching yourself in my kitchen, did you?" Kate asked teasingly with a cheeky grin but it almost dropped as images of her watching Y/N touch herself in her mom’s penthouse’s kitchen flowed her mind.

"No, oh god no! I already felt bad for touching myself in my room thinking of you or after a wet dream. Touching me in your house’s kitchen?! It would’ve been-"

"So fucking hot." Kate butted in as she bit on her bottom lip, her nails sinking slightly into Y/N’s back’s skin as she watched Y/N’s pupils dilate, thinking about the conversation they will definitely have about them both touching themselves to the thought of the other.

"Really?"

"Yeah, even hotter if I was there and watching you." Y/N felt a gush of arousal left her core and drenching her panties some more and whimpered in need at the possibility. "We can arrange something if you’re up to. But we’ll talk about that later, keep going."

Y/N stayed silent for a few seconds to let Kate’s words sink in, shuddered at the promise behind her tone and shook her head softly to focus back on her story, "it was embarrassing because she was so sweet and caring while all I could think about was you fucking me in your bed."

"Hm, I still think it’s hotter. You don’t even know how many times I’ve just though about fucking you senseless with my mom in front of me, talking about something I clearly wasn’t listening to."

At that Y/N clenched her thighs together needily, the pressure between her legs becoming unbearable. "Fuck."

"Does me thinking about us having sex makes you wet?"

"Yes. So please, fucking do something about it."

Kate smirked wolfishly at her and captured her lips in an hungry kiss, her tongue immediately slipping into Y/N’s parted mouth and sucked on Y/N’s wet muscle greedily while her hands skidded over her butt cheeks under her underwear and touched her cunt from behind, moaning alongside Y/N between their mouths at the amount of wetness she found there. "Hm, so wet for me." Y/N squealed loudly when Kate swiftly switched their positions and laid the Y/H/C girl on her back on the bed as she pulled her underwear off and threw it on the floor. Y/N shivered at the cold air hitting her heated, drenched core and whimpered pitifully when Kate’s digits teased her entrance, skidding the tip of her fingers up and down her slits before settling on her clit and drawing idle circles there.

"Babe, I can’t take anymore teasing. Inside please." Kate’s stomach flipped over itself the moment her forefinger eased without any restraint into Y/N’s core and felt the girl’s walls clenching around her fingers.

"Fuck, you feel amazing around my fingers."

"Babe, please move." Kate just now noticed that she simply buried her digit into Y/N’s cunt without moving, too much in awe of a literal dream coming true to move. At Y/N’s needy plea, she pumped her finger in and out tentatively and slowly, savoring the sensation of having Y/N around her fingers and exponentially moving faster and deeper each passing second. "Yes! Fuck you feel so gOOD UGH!"

Kate added a second finger in without warning and pushed them in and out at a maddeningly fast pace, placing then her thumb on her clit and pressed on it hard to increase Y/N’s pleasure, who moaned lewdly at the overwhelming sensations wrecking her body as she rocked her hips to meet Kate’s thrusts and chase down her orgasm approaching fast. "You look so hot right now."

"Babe more." Kate grunted out in acknowledgement and spurred into action, using her own hips to push her digits deeper and faster into Y/N, her head getting hazy with the squeaking sounds of the bed moving with their activities, the squelching sounds of her fingers slipping in and out of Y/N’s wet core and Y/N’s loud moans mixing together and creating the best melody she had ever had the pleasure to listen to. "You fuck me so good babe."

"Yeah? Did no one ever make you feel so good?" Kate asked in short breaths, fatigue catching up to her as she pumped in and out of Y/N, who shook her head with a loud whine leaving her lips, "did no one fuck you this throughly to make you moan so loudly?"

"No! Only you babe!" Kate watched with rapt attention, as hunger tinted her blue eyes, Y/N’s boobs bouncing up and down quickly with each one of Kate’s thrusts, "fuck I’m so close."

"Shit, ugh." Kate felt raw desire invade her whole body watching Y/N trash around in ecstasy with her face contorting in pleasure, "I can feel you clenching around my fingers." Kate experimentally curled her fingers into Y/N’s cunt and got rewarded with a filthy moan, so she repeated the gesture before thrusting impossibly deeper into Y/N. "Come for me. Let me see how good you look when you come on my hand."

And after a few more quick thrusts with her thumb playing around Y/N’s clit with a matching pace, Y/N came with a loud scream of Kate’s name while her body stilled a few seconds to spill out her juices onto the archer’s hand and sheets. "Oh Kate."

"That’s it babe." Kate slowed her movements to help Y/N ride out her orgasm, before stopping when she slumped back on the bed and stopped twitching. "Holy shit, you don’t even know how much I love you."

"Come here and cuddle me. I think you fucked my brain into oblivion."

"That’s really good." Kate smirked as she laid on the bed and opened her arms for Y/N to slot into and immediately started caressing her back gently, "I hope your brain comes back soon because I want to fuck into the mattress properly."

Y/N felt wetness pool once again between her legs and groaned out into Kate’s neck before biting down on her collarbone. "Give me five minutes. I can’t wait to know how fucking good the world’s greatest archer and the brand new Hawkeye tastes."

-

"Who would’ve thought, Katherine Elizabeth Bishop working late in her office." Y/N taunted her girlfriend as she leaned on the girl’s office’s doorframe and stared at her mockingly with her arms crossed under her chest.

Kate smiled lovingly down at the paper she was checking on before lifting her head up and meeting Y/N’s eyes. "My mom forced me to stay here all day and finish all of this for tomorrow. She is still mad I skipped two days of work to go to Minnesota for a mission a month ago."

"Well to be fair, you didn’t tell her."

"I forgot!" Kate grunted out in frustration and slammed her pen down on the stack of papers beside her right hand. "Wait, why are you still here?"

"I had a few things to check out. I didn’t realize it was this late."

"How did you know I was still here?" Kate asked before humming when Y/N walked into the room and rounded her desk to sit on Kate’s left leg and pecked her lips lovingly. "Hi beautiful." Kate finally had the time to appreciate Y/N’s face now illuminated by the only source of light in the room coming from her lamp desk, painting the room in a soft glow since it was well past the work hours and since everyone already left, the whole building lightening got shut down.

"Jim was ready to close and lock the building but noticed we were the only occupants of the offices. He came to me to warn me he was ready to close and was on his way to do the same with you, but I told him to go home and that we would’ve closed after finishing working." Y/N explained as she caressed Kate’s nape softly, before peppering kisses all over the crown of her head and then nuzzling her temple lovingly. "How long till you finish all this workload?"

"Half an hour I think." Kate’s eyes skimmed over the papers in front of her and sighed out loud.

"You need a well needed pause." Y/N noticed the tiredness clear on Kate’s gorgeous features and placed her forefinger under Kate’s chin and turned her head around to meet her lips in a loving kiss, "why don’t you take these papers home? We eat something and then I’ll help you finishing all of this for tomorrow. What do you say?" Y/N proposed in a whisper between them, peppering kisses all over Kate’s face when she thought about her proposal with troubled and clearly tired features and making her giggle cutely.

"Okay." Kate caved in as she bracketed Y/N’s face and kissed her tenderly, "let’s go to your house. I already have my laptop there." Kate stated as she started collecting the papers she needed and put them into her bag, before shutting her laptop and closing it, doing all of that with Y/N still seated on her leg. When she turned her head around to kiss her once more before making their way out of the building, she was met with Y/N’s eyebrows furrowed together as a confused gaze focused on her crotch. Eager thrills run down her spine as she waited for Y/N to ask the question she had been planning for Y/N to ask and she knew she had on the tip of her tongue.

"Hm, babe?"

"Yes?" Kate tried with all herself to prevent her cheeky grin to broaden on her lips, but she clearly failed as she met Y/N’s eyes now hooded and with her pupils a bit blown.

"I-is that your phone there or are you happy to see me?" Chills invaded their bodies as they stared each other down hungrily.

"I’m always happy to see you, but this should’ve been a surprise." Kate stated in a low tone as her hands slowly caressed Y/N’s back up and down. "I wasn’t planning on working this late and neither did you. So I wanted to surprise you with a romantic dinner and then y’know, fucking you throughly on that same table with our favorite strap on."

Y/N shivered visibly at the hoarse tone Kate used and shifted softly on her thigh, whimpering under her breath when the side of her thigh skimmed over Kate’s strap. "Fuck." Y/N gripped Kate’s nape harshly as she took deep, calming breaths, "you’ve been wearing this all day?"

"No. I put this on right before going to say bye to my mom and telling her I would’ve finished those papers tomorrow. But she forced me to stay here, so I’ve been wearing this for a few hours."

"Shit." Y/N’s left hand skidded down Kate’s front and cupped her crotch eagerly, shuddering copiously as her hand tried to move along Kate’s clothed strap. "Did you really innocently said goodbye to your mom wearing a fucking strap on?"

"Yeah!" Kate smirked cheekily as one of hands gripped her waist hard. "All I could think about was you throughly fucked by my strap on." Y/N whimpered as she clenched her thighs together again, a gesture that made Kate smile smugly at her before skidding her other hand on Y/N’s back up and grasping her scalp to push their mouths together, starting languidly as they savored the other’s taste before Kate’s tongue slipped out to lick the seam of Y/N’s lips to ask for permission, that Y/N granted a second later and moaned into Kate’s mouth when the archer slid her tongue in and licked greedily every nook and cranny of her mouth, pushing more into the kiss to be as close as possibly to Kate. "Fuck." Kate grunted in pleasure when Y/N’s hand still clutched to the strap on pushed on it and made the other edge buried into Kate’s core stimulate her clit.

"You’re packing really good miss Bishop."

"Ugh, don’t call me that." Kate let out through gritted teeth as an impending need to take Y/N there was becoming uncontrollable.

"Or what?"

"Or I’ll make one of my dreams come true and I’ll fuck you on this very desk." Kate whispered sultrily on Y/N’s ear and bit down on her lobe before focusing her open-mouthed kisses on Y/N’s neck.

"Fuck, you would make both our dreams come true." Y/N let out in a strained voice as she tilted her head to the side to give Kate more space to leave a mark at the base of her neck as she bucked her hips involuntarily up as a moan got ripped out of her throat when she bit particularly hard on her skin.

"Are you fucking serious?" Kate groaned out loud as the hand around Y/N’s waist tightened its grip there.

"Yes and I mean you could."

"What?" Kate pulled her lips away from Y/N to look at her with blown pupils and short breath, anticipation making her core eagerly clench wildly over nothing.

"We are the only ones in the building. We can be as loud as we want. We can do whatever we want. You can rail me onto this very desk. Or I can suck you off under it. Or I can ride you on this chair. We can do all of that too, what do you say?"

"God I love you." Kate said in response and kissed Y/N hard, her hands wandering all over her body while arousal pumped fast in their veins, "you look beautiful by the way, this suit looks amazing on you."

"You’re the one talking. Shit this might be my favorite suit so far." Y/N’s eyes spent a few moments ogling the dark grey suit the archer had on before her hand still gripping the blue eyed girl’s strap, took care of the archer’s belt, then popped open her button and pulled the zipper down, "why don’t we let this bad boy out and have some fun?" Y/N quickly pushed Kate’s boy shorts down enough to free the strap and let it stand up between them. "Hello there, ready for me I see."

Kate snorted at the joke and shook her head before gripping Y/N’s ass and stood up with her in her arms, sitting her down on the edge of the table as she kissed her lustfully. "Are you ready for me too babe?" Kate stared at Y/N with hooded eyes while she played with the button of her trousers, popping it open when Y/N nodded eagerly and she helped Kate push the papers stacked on the desk on the far end of it to prevent them to fall on the floor. "I should check myself, what do you think?" Kate smirked smugly when Y/N whimpered under her breath and, after getting rid of Y/N’s shoes, she pushed her pants and underwear down in one swift motion and threw it on the floor in a messy heap. "Hm, just like I like it. Wet, glistening and screaming for my attention." Kate rasped out in pure desire as her eyes settled on Y/N’s center spread out in front of her and licked her lips hungrily when a gush of arousal left Y/N’s core and dripped down onto the desk.

Y/N grunted out needily before grabbing Kate’s lapels and crashed their lips together, moaning pitifully into Kate’s mouth when the tip of the strap on teased her inner thigh and her slits. "Fuck me, babe."

"Impatient, aren’t we miss Y/L/N?"

Y/N shivered at Kate’s question spoken with a formal tone she usually used during their meeting with stuck up, cocky, haughty men trying to disregard them and treat them poorly, putting them into places each time and Y/N found it so hot it always left her hot and bothered after each meeting. When she confessed it to Kate on their way back to the archer’s apartment after a meeting, they ended up almost fucking outside the archer’s apartment door, before stumbling into her house and fucking for hours with Kate using that voice casually. "I’m sorry miss Bishop, but I’m just so wet for you."

"I can see that, you are dripping down on my desk’s glass." Kate countered back, enjoying their small role play they were doing as her body buzzed in anticipation and her hips bucked involuntarily up in need, causing the tip of the strap to rub teasingly over Y/N’s clit, who moaned out loud at the contact.

"Babe, please." When Kate only kept staring at her slits hungrily, her pupils blown and full of lust, Y/N just spread her legs wider and teased her own core with her fingers, hearing Kate gasp as her eyes stayed glued to her fingers on her cunt before placing her wet digits on Kate’s strap on and spread the juices she collected on it. "Just getting it ready."

"Fuck Y/N/N." Y/N knew Kate liked a lot her gesture by the way her chest heaved quickly with shallow breaths and by the grasp Kate had on her waist that tightened immediately. "C’mere." Kate pulled Y/N into another hard kiss full of tongues and teeth, this time moving her own hand between Y/N’s legs and collecting some more juices to spread on her strap before gripping Y/N’s thighs and pulling her more into her as she aligned the strap’s tip to Y/N’s entrance, looking up into her eyes in a silent question, "are you ready babe?"

"Yes." Y/N nodded furiously while her hands circled the archer’s shoulders and flushed their upper bodies together to be as close as she could to her girlfriend, shivering in need, love and affection when Kate nuzzled her temple and laid a kiss there, before kissing her cheek and then her lips, "I’m ready babe. Rock my world, please."

"As you wish, beautiful." Kate eased the tip of the strap in slowly, letting Y/N adjust to the sensation of being stretched out and gradually pushed the dildo slowly and delicately in, grunting when halfway in Y/N’s walls greedily pushed the strap into her center and huffing out in desire as soon as she was all way in, their waists glued together as Y/N tried to spread her legs as open as she could to give Kate as much space as she needed. "Fuck, I can feel your pussy clenching around the strap. You are so tight." Kate heard Y/N whine into her ear at her words and gripped her shoulders more firmly, making the archer smile lovingly at her and place a tender kiss on her neck, "tell me when I can move."

A few more seconds passed as Kate waited patiently for her girlfriend’s signal, that arrived not to long after with a whine, "you can move now baby."

That spurred Kate into action, starting with a slow, tentative rhythm into Y/N’s cunt, pushing the strap a few inches out at first as she felt Y/N’s wall still having a tight grip around it, then speeding her movements’ up and pushing in deeper when her girlfriend’s moans increased in volume each time she bottomed out into her core, "how does it feel?"

"So good babe, fuck." Y/N’s grip around Kate’s shoulders only tightened after each thrust into her pulsating center and her moans spilled freely and unhinged from her mouth and right into Kate’s ear at the amazing sensations the archer was triggering with her precise, hard and skilled thrusts.

"Ugh, yes!" Kate grunted out when after pulling the strap almost all the way out and slamming it back into Y/N’s core, the small end buried inside of her hit her clit just right and sent shivers down her spine. Kate was too much laser focused on bringing Y/N over the edge as they cling onto each other in an intimate position, so she decided to stick with small, soft pecks and nibbles under her jaw as she increase her movements’ speed and force.

"Oh shit! There babe. Do that again." Kate puffed out a small laugh at the whined request and repeated her previous gesture, pulling all the way out and then slamming back in precisely and hard, this time hitting something deeper within Y/N that made her scream in pure bliss. "Fuck you’re so good at this."

Kate didn’t speed up her movements anymore, sticking with a steady rhythm as they made love, not rushing anything, just enjoying their bodies connecting on a deeper level and just existing in that moment together. "Are you close baby? I want to feel you come all over me."

"Yes babe. I can feel it-fuck- I- oh shit YES!" Kate felt pride swell into her chest at the girl having troubles to finish her sentence to moan out in rapture at Kate’s movements, so with a determination and a primal need to feel and hear Y/N come, she sped her movements just a bit and started thrusting in harder and deeper, feeling the girl meet her thrusts with her hips, a clear sign she was really close to tipping over the edge.

Y/N came a few moments later with a strangled cry of Kate’s name as her walls spasmed around the strap and juices spilled and dripped out of her core. "So beautiful." Kate murmured on Y/N’s cheek tenderly as she kissed the heated skin repeatedly while slowing her movements to a stop to help Y/N ride out her post-coital wave. She pulled Y/N into a loving, languid kiss before pulling out slowly out of her, much to Y/N’s protests whined out on her parted lips after pulling away to take some needed breath. "Would you look at that!" Kate started as she put some small distance between their bodies to stare down at the dildo now glistening with Y/N’s juices, "look at the mess you just made."

"Fuck." Y/N whispered mesmerized as she licked her lips involuntarily, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the archer, who growled under her breath and gripped Y/N’s thighs hard.

"Someone needs to clean it, am I right?"

Y/N shivered at that authoritative tone Kate used not too long ago and silently watched as the archer, after assessing Y/N nodded at her question, walked over her chair and sat on it unceremoniously and sprawled on it with her legs spread wide, then leaned her back on the back rest so her hips stood up a bit with the strap on proudly standing still from her pants with Y/N’s juices still glowing on it. As soon as Kate’s question and her position on the chair settled in her still a bit dazed mind, a wild shudder wrecked her body as arousal pooled immediately between her legs, making her mesmerized at how easily she was getting turned on. She schooled her face and forced herself to look and act calm instead of wanting to scramble to her wobbly legs and run to the archer waiting for her, so she stood up slowly, stumbling just a bit due to her legs feeling still a bit like jelly, and sauntered towards the black haired beauty with a cheeky grin on, "oh miss Bishop, of course! I will take care of it myself!"

Kate’s hands clenched around fists as lust invaded every cell of her body at the sentence spoken with a filthy tone while her eyes took in her girlfriend being completely naked from her hips down while she still had on her blouse and blazer. "Shit, your ass looks amazing."

"Do you wanna touch it?" Y/N asked seductively as she reached Kate on the chair and caressed her clothed sternum, bending down just a bit to tease Kate more, and looked down at her with a big, smug smirk that morphed into an O shape when Kate nodded while biting down on her bottom lip and leaned over to grasp both her butt cheeks with her hands and kneaded the soft, but firm flesh lustfully. "Hm, yes."

"Wet for me again, I see." Kate teased as her eyes moved from Y/N’s ones when they closed momentarily at her ministrations on Y/N’s ass and settled on her center and inner thigh glistening with her orgasm juices and clearly fresh arousal. "Do you want me to fuck you again?"

"Shit, yes!" Y/N wailed and whimpered needily and leaned forward to steady herself on Kate’s shoulders when the pleasure that was overwhelming her senses made her legs give out just a moment. "Yes! I want you buried deep inside of me!"

"Hm, fuck I want that too. I want to stretch you over so nicely and so good as you scream my name and beg me to make you come."

Y/N let out an embarrassing sound that was something between a wail and a moan when Kate slapped her butt cheeks hard, causing her to bounce forward slightly, before resuming her kneading, "fuck." Y/N took a grounding breath and with all the strength in her body grasped Kate’s hands and pulled them away from her ass, entwining them as she pushed Kate’s legs wider apart with her knees and made her way between them right after, "but first, I need to clean the mess I made." Kate cursed under breath as her hips bucked up imperceptibly when Y/N kneeled in front of her with her dark Y/E/C eyes glued to her own lustful irises. Y/N let go momentarily Kate’s hands to push her pants and boy shorts just a bit more down to give more space to work on the strap before kissing on the juncture between her left thigh and hips and smirked proudly when she felt Kate’s hips canting up needily in a silent plea. Without further teasing she started with just a few soft kisses at the base of the strap before making her way up till she reached the tip and left another peck there. She grasped the base of the dildo as she wrapped her mouth around the tip and started a steady rhythm with her hand as she took a few more inches into her mouth, enough to give Kate a good show to watch and without gagging around the particularly large strap on.

"Holy shit, you don’t even know how hot you look right now." Y/N hummed in acknowledgement and pushed down with her hand more firmly as she stroked right back down on the strap on, effectively making Kate wail out loud when the small end of the dildo buried inside of her sent white shocks of pleasure all over her body. "Yes! Yes baby, suck me oFF, UGH!" Kate tried with all her might to not buck her hips up to avoid hurting Y/N, but when Y/N started stroking the dildo faster and firmer as she eagerly sucked on it, she couldn’t help but canting her hips up softly in pleasure. She was ready to apologize but stopped in her tracks when Y/N moaned around the dildo and increased the speed of her ministrations. "Shit." Kate slammed her head back on the back rest at how excitingly dirty their actions became and almost came on the spot when her brain caught up with the fact that Y/N was sucking and jerking her off with a strap on under her desk, in her office. The thought alone made her shiver visibly and bucked her hips up slowly but steadily, still careful on not hurting Y/N but moaning when she chanced a look down at Y/N and saw her eagerly bobbing her head up and down the shaft as Kate fucked her mouth nicely. "Fuckfuckfuck, babe you are so good. I’ve imagined this so many times. I once, fuck, imagined it so vividly that I had to touch myself on this every chair."

Y/N met Kate’s hooded eyes and pulled her mouth away just enough to ask, "are you serious?"

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[bibiwrld]

ANARCHY🎸⚡️| Hobie Brown

previous: –seven.

–eight.

THIRD PERSON POV

Pav sang Bad Habit by Steve Lacy for the second time, since he insisted that he deserved an encore, he censored himself for Mayday of course.

Peter and went up and sang Head Over Heels by Tears for Fears. The adorable duo gained the crowd's affection. Mayday clapping offbeat and babbling into the mic anytime her father brought the mic down to her.

It was now someone else's turn.

Miles raised his. "I wann—"

Gwen quickly covered his mouth, noticing that Hobie was trying to convince Sasha to go next.

"Come on doll, no need to be shy." His polished fingers caressed her chin, his eyes staring deeply into hers. "I want to hear that pretty voice."

She avoided his intimidating stare. "O-okay." She stood up and went in front of them. She picked up the mic. "Right Side of My Neck by Faye Webster."

Jess typed it into the search bar on the YouTube app of the large TV. Music started playing and the lyrics were displayed on the screen.

Sasha was nervous— her head down and her free hand fiddling with the hem of her shit.

"You said you can't change your haircut—" Her voice was soft and sweet, delicate even. "But it looks good anyway."

Hobie sat up, being shocked by the sweetness of her voice. Pavitr glanced at Hobie and smiled at his reaction, he thought it was adorable.

Even Miguel was a little caught off guard. Little Mayday giggled and clapped at the girl in front of her.

She gradually raised her head, glancing at everyone. "The right side of my neck still smells like you." She felt like she was on an episode of American Idol.

Hobie's bright smile made her shy away. A smile of her own creeping up on her face. Hobie thought she was the purest girl he's ever laid eyes on— a winsome little thing.

"The right side of my neck still smells like you." She gradually slowed down. "The right side of my neck still smells like you."

The song ended and everyone cheered, well except for Miguel— he clapped twice.

She placed the mic back on the table behind of her and retreated to Hobie's side.

" 's so good, I loved it." He wrapped his arms around her. God, he couldn't keep his hands to himself, she was just perfect to him.

"Thank you, Hobie." She hugged him back.

He rested his head on top of hers, cuddling with her.

"Gosh Hobes, don't squeeze the girl to death." Jess joked while looking at the pair cuddled up on the couch by themselves.

Hobie only brought her closer.

"Me next." Jess slowly got up.

"Nuh uh!" Miles stood up.

A hand was placed on her hip and a brow rose."What the fuck you mean nuh uh?"

"Oh God." Miguel sighed.

Peter immediately covered Mayday's ears. "Hey guys, how about turning off the profanity?"

"Oh shit— I mean..sorry Peter." Jess nervously chuckled.

🌀

Jess did end up getting her turn after Sasha. Miles had no other choice but to let her, with Pav and Gwen telling him "She's literally pregnant." and "That's like not giving up your seat for a pregnant lady."

Jess sang Tyrone by Erykah Badu, of course censoring herself for Mayday.

Gwen and Miles went up together, sharing the mic and singing Not Allowed by TV Girl. The duo censored themselves at different curse words by saying "uhhh" or just laughing. They were so in love and everyone could tell— well except for Miguel in that moment, he was asleep.

Now it was Hobie's turn. It didn't take long for him to decide on a song— Vixen by Ayesha Erotica.

He gave a cheeky smile to Sasha, paired with a wink while singing. Hobie wasn’t the shy type, he was very bold. Dare him to kiss a girl he’s been crushing on and he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“If you want to I can play victim.” His accent was so thick. “I am your vixen.”

Sasha shifted in her as he took slow strides towards her. Everyone watched his actions carefully— except for Miguel, he was asleep, still.

“I can meet you in the car lot.” He bent down to her level, his face just inches away from hers. His hand grabbed hers, placing it on his thigh, slowly guiding it to his crotch. “I’ll spread out on your hot rod.” He leaned back up, towering over her. His hips slowly rolled to the song, smiling down at her, he knew what he was doing to her.

Peter covered Mayday’s eyes. “Wait can he do that? Is this allowed? Aren’t there words to censor?”

“Uhh..” Was all Gwen could utter.

Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, Jessica and Peter all stared in awe.

Sasha was stunned by his actions, looking away in embarrassment, but not pulling her hand away. Hobie chuckled lightly at her reaction, thinking it was the cutest thing ever.

“You guys feel the sexual tension too, right?” Pavitr asked with raised brows.

“Yes.” They all answered.

Hobie’s thumb lightly pressed down on Sasha’s bottom and top lip. “You can touch and feel just don’t get in the way. Lust and drugs, no intuition. Who goes first? Make your decision.”

Sasha stared, she was getting lost in his eyes, it’s as if he had her under a spell. The way she looked at him— he was so hard, she could probably feel it through his pants.

He sang the final line of the chorus and slowly moved the mic from his mouth, crouching down to her level. She began leaning up to meet him—

“Please don’t have sex in front of us.” Miles let out.

Hobie chuckled and pulled away from Sasha, leaving her a little disappointed.

“That was fun!” Pavitr clasped his hands together.

“Uh…very stimulating.” Gwen scratched her head.

Jess and Peter took a selfie with a sleeping Miguel.

Sasha stood up and stretched. She checked her phone to see multiple messages from different people and also noticed that it was extremely late.

“I’ve got work in the morning.” She groaned.

“I’ll take ya home, just give me your number and send the address.” Hobie spun the car keys on his pointing finger.

“O-okay.”

📁

Next part: –nine.

Tags: @urmotherswhor3 @kay-i-guess

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[yup-thats-me]

Movie and Cuddle nights || T. Chalamet x reader

i love you and your work and if it is okay with you was wondering if you could write some about the reader being out with her girls zendaya and saoirse and then she comes home and timothee is all needy and clingy request by @stopimtryingtoreid

pairing: Timothée/reader, Zendaya/Tom

summary: Timothée being clingy after reader comes home from a day out with Saorise and Zendaya

warning/this post contains: movie nights, clingy!Timothée, snacks, speaking French, sweet french nicknames, Google translated french, the movie "Silver Linings Playbook"

a/n:took me a while but here you go :3 hope this was what you had in mind or at least it lived up to your expectations <3

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PLEASE IF ANY OF THE THINGS MENTIONED ABOVE TRIGGERS YOU DO NOT PROCEED

"Bye girl. See you in like a month's time," Zendaya waved from the car seat. "Yeah and please do remember we exist okay, Y/n?" Saorise added.

You shook your head at them. "Get gone now. Tommy boy's probably whining for Daya to get home," you smirked, Saorise laughing at the comment.

Without another word, Zendaya started the car and zoomed down from your parking lot with Soarise screaming at her to slow down. You had caught a glimpse of Daya blushing bright red.

Giggling, you made your way to the front door. The group of you three, which the internet had named "Charlie's Angels," were out for the day. Catching up on each other's life and talk like you'd always do. With your new projects coming up and all the interviews, and the filming, any of you barely had the time to contact each other. So, yesterday you made a plan to meet. Safe to say, you had a great time.

You could hear Timothée's footsteps ascending down from the stairs. In a fraction of seconds, he was at the door, a smug smile on his lips.

"Mi amour! I missed you so much!" He greeted, pulling you in by the waist, hugging you tightly.

"Hello baby," you kissed his cheeks. "Missed you too."

He hugged you in a manner that his face was flushed against the crook of your neck. You could feel him inhale your scent. "You smell so good, y/n", he complimented.

You walked with him still wrapped around your waist like a koala and fell on the couch in the living room. The house was fairly clean just as you left it except some objects misplaced form their original places. You tried to get up from the couch but Timothée held your wrist, preventing you from going anywhere. "You just came. You can't go nowhere I wanna cuddle!" He poured.

You smiled at him. "Let me freshen up at least? I'll be back in the blink of an eye," you ran your fingers through his soft, brown curls, loving how soft the strands felt.

He presented to think for a while before he sprang up from the couch. "Alright but be quick."

You nodded your head walking towards the bathroom. It took you around twenty minutes in the bathroom. Unbeknownst to you, Timothée had set up the tv and was ready for you to come so that he could cuddle the hell out of you.

"jolie fille, I'm waiting!" He called for you.

"Coming!" Although he couldn't see you, you blushed at the nickname. Pretty girl. Damn right you were his pretty girl.

After a few more minutes, you came in the bed room dressed in his sweatshirt and a pair of shorts."I don't remember there was a movie night in my schedule," you remarked, seeing him all ready for the movie and cuddle session.

He shook his head. "Mhm. There wasn't but I wanted it to. Do you not want it?"

"No no. I want it," you got in the bed, sitting beside him. You were planing to lay your head on Timothée's shoulder, but he beat you to it, cuddling you like a koala does to tree. You giggled.

You watched the screen, your hands softly messaging his scalp. "What we watching?"

He went through the movies displayed on the screen, searching for a one that he likes. You looked around the bed to see all the necessary things present there. A soft blanket, a water bottle, your favourite pillow. Everything without the most important thing. Snacks.

Just as you were about to tell Tim that you'd go and get some snacks, he landed on a movie.

"Ah the perfect. Silver Linings Playbook."

You felt a bit guilty to get up from the comfortable position just when he landed on an appropriate movie. But a movie night without snacks is not a movie night at all.

"Mon doux, I'm so sorry but I have to get the snaks. You forgot them. Without snacks, there's no movie night at all," you pressed a kiss on his forehead.

He whined at you. "I wanna cuddle and all you're doing is going away from me," he said dramatically.

You as well gasped dramatically. "Monsieur n'osez pas me blâmer! Allez je vais faire vite promis" (Sir don't you dare blame me! C'mon I'll be quick I promise) you began speaking in an aristocratic French accent.

He sighed giving up. "Okay. You win."

When you got up the bed, he did too. Timothée was following you lie a puppy as you collected the various snacks from around the kitchen.

"Timothée why are you following me?" You asked, turning to face him.

"So that I don't get lost in this huge house," he poured like a toddler.

"You'd get lost in our house that you've been living in since the last four years?" You quirked your brows at him.

He avoided your watchful gaze, shifting his weight from one feet to the other. He gave up when he sensed you wouldn't let him go by without an answer.

"Alright...I missed you so much. I just want to be with you."

You smiled at your boyfriend brightly. How cute can he possibly get?

"Awwe my baby, c'mere," you pulled him for a bear hug. "I love you so much you know."

"I love you too, mon angé. Now c'mon the movie's waiting and I've been deprived of my cuddles that I so deserve", he pulled your wrist, giving you little time to actually gather the snacks from the counter.

As soon as you got in the bed again, he cuddled up immediately. You smiled, running your hands through his hair.

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[kiss-my-freckle]

Full Episode Commentary

1x1: Pilot

I love the shift from night to day as they introduce their three leads because I feel they're representations. Damon is night, Stefan is dawn, Elena is day. There is a such thing as too dark and too bright. Even though Stefan is represented by what the balance of darkness and light looks like, he's not a balanced character.

"For over a century, I have lived in secret. Hiding in the shadows, alone in the world. Until now. I am a vampire, and this is my story." Stefan's journal voiceover is a lie. He's been living on and off as a human, so he's been living in the world. Living on and off as a human, he's had enough time to form relationships. He doesn't live in the shadows and he's certainly not alone. He has Lexi and Zach and Damon. His lack of a relationship with Damon is by choice. A good thing they introduce Damon at this time because I feel Stefan's journal is true to Damon but not to him. Had they introduced Stefan first, I would've confronted the writers about it.

Damon kills a couple driving after a music concert, and these two kills are premeditated. He had a choice, and he chose to kill them. For those that don't know the difference between Katherine and Sage, trust this is Katherine's impact on Damon. A mention to his fog, but not the only comment that gets me. "We already have a James Blunt. One's all we need." There's more than one Salvatore and more than one doppelganger, so this is a nice line to introduce with lol. Damon has all of his humanity, just thought I'd be clear about that up front.

"I shouldn't have come home. I know the risk. But I had no choice. I have to know her." What I consider the most selfish thing in the entire series, and it's all Stefan. He claimed to have no choice, but he had every choice. Never mind what Elena wants or needs, it's all about him. The very reason I agree with Cade. In his desire to know her, Stefan would've had to see her prior to the pilot to know she exists. So either they met before, or he simply saw Elena and started stalking her.

Dear diary, today will be different. It has to be. I will smile, and it will be believable. My smile will say "I'm fine, thank you." "Yes, I feel much better." I will no longer be the sad little girl who lost her parents. I will start fresh, be someone new. It's the only way I'll make it through.

A lot of references to Elena being sad, thus, making it clear to me that Stefan is preying on an emotionally vulnerable girl that just lost both her parents. Elena's morning coffee is the first technical scene she has with Damon. The couple he just killed are displayed on the tv over her shoulder. Bonnie is the friend driving her to school, which makes it clear to me that they're closer than either one are with Caroline. Elena's mind is in the cemetery where her parents are buried. I can't even begin to describe what the death of a parent does, but I can guarantee she's darker because of it.

Damon slams his crow into Bonnie's windshield, all-knowing that she's the only one who survived the accident with her parents. I believe he wants her to stay home from school. "It's okay. I'm fine. Really, I can't be freaked out by cars for the rest of my life." Bonnie gives Elena a false prediction to bring up her mood. Elena waves to Matt as they reach their lockers. She broke up with him, claiming she needed time when it's over-over. Her comment to Caroline is every bit what she wrote about in her opening diary entry. She's lying to her and Caroline is accepting it as truth. Tyler and Jeremy insult each other, and while I feel it excusable for Jeremy because he just lost his parents, I consider Tyler an ass because he knows that Jeremy just lost his parents.

"It's a hot back." Good thing Stefan has a hot back. Elena will see a lot of it given how much he walks away. He compels the secretary to get him in classes just in time to stalk Elena. He doesn't just want to know her, he's entering her life in such a way that he'll become part of her entire high school experience. "I'm sensing Seattle, and he plays the guitar." Bonnie has it right. They show his guitar in 3x1. Elena is acting as parent to Jeremy, which is weird to me. Everyone mourns differently. That's really the only fault I have with Elena in this episode. Jeremy will mourn as he mourns. It's clear that Bonnie and Caroline are both attracted to Stefan. Why they never went there with Bonnie and Stefan is beyond me. Elena is attracted to a vampire that stalked her, forced himself into her life, and is now sitting in her classroom whilst pretending to be human. And Stefan thinks this is exactly what she needs.

She's off to the cemetery to visit her parents and write in her diary. This is how she chooses to mourn. I love the soundtrack as the lyrics make it clear that she's looking for a home. That's what "a place to rest my head" means. She has no home without her parents. Damon tries to scare her out of the cemetery with his crow, but it's not enough. He brings in the fog to add to it, then puts on a show with his crow. His actions in this episode make it clear to me that he doesn't want Stefan in her life. First with school. Now with the cemetery. The way he hides behind the angel statue… that's what living in the shadows looks like. "I'm visiting. I have family here." Stefan's family is Damon's family. I can pretty much guarantee that Damon was in the cemetery first, and I do believe he's at their mother's grave. Elena's comments to Stefan should be considered even into the second episode because Damon is honest with both Stefan and Elena. From the cemetery with Stefan to the party with Bonnie's bottle reading to the end scene between brothers, then into the second episode with Delena. I'll explain as I reach each scene.

To be clear, I view omissions as lies, so I'll be counting Stefan's lies as I go along. "Oh. Um, It's a family ring, yeah. I'm kinda stuck with it. It's weird, huh?" Stefan being human is his first lie. His daylight ring is his 2nd. Purposeful though. Stefan vamps out when he sees the blood dripping down her ankle and disappears. This is his 3rd lie. Despite the fact that he admits not being able to resist Elena in his next journal entry, he continues to be in her life. In continuing to be in her life, he's choosing to put her at risk with his ripper side. Caroline is stalking Stefan and already planning their June wedding. Talk about shallow. But I do find it hilarious that his favorite color is blue and Damon dances with her in 1x19. Zach being Stefan's uncle is his 4th and 5th lie as he repeats it. Why they moved around a lot being his 6th lie.

Elena dropped her diary when she ran through the cemetery. Rather than give it back to her at school, Stefan uses it to stalk her and try to get invited into her house. Blood making him squeamish, 7th lie. How he knew where she lived is his 8th lie. He's been stalking her, so of course he knows where she lives. "Yeah, if I don't write it down, I forget it. Memories are too important." Says the guy who begs Rebekah to compel him of his entire relationship with Elena in season 4. "Well, I wouldn't want anyone to read mine." The most honest thing he's said so far. I believe he's lying about reading her diary. I believe he did. I'll mention why when I get to it. If Stefan weren't hot, Elena would be reporting him to Liz by now, talking about how this kid is stalking her. Instead, she's welcoming him, and he actually tries to get into her house the first day they meet. Completely insane to me. His shift is his 9th lie. He doesn't want her questioning why he didn't come into her house. "Her mom and dad died. How do you think? She's putting on a good face, but it's only been four months." Bonnie truly sees Elena. She doesn't buy the lies like Caroline does. Elena in this episode reminds me of a quote from Hannibal. "False faces in family portraits. Layers and layers of lies, betrayed by a sad glint in the child’s eyes." Bonnie is also loyal as hell, lying to Matt on Elena's behalf in telling him to give it more time when she knows it's over between them. I mentioned this on a post regarding Elena's ship shift from Stefan to Damon. The only difference between her stringing Stefan along and her stringing Matt along... she does it as a single girl with Matt. So while Elena waits until 4x6 to end things with Stefan, I can guarantee she broke up with Matt as soon as she could, and used the excuse that she needed time to mourn her parents. I can actually feel Bonnie's 3x22 flashback phone call with Elena in this scene, so I can literally feel Delena in this scene as Stelena walks in. "My parents passed away." While pretending to be human, Stefan uses the death of his parents to connect with Elena. In her believing he's only 17 would also believe he lost his parents in the past 17 years, not 145 years ago. This is gross af to me. He makes it clear that he'll only go to the party if she's going. As Stefan changes his shirt, Zach brings in the newspaper of the dead couple.

Zach is only solidifying what Stefan said at the open of the episode. He knew the risks coming home, and he basically said screw it. "And you being here, it's just going to stir things up." Stefan being there is stirring up Damon because he wanted Elena to get everything she's looking for, and he sees that his ripper brother forced himself into her life. Katherine's photo in Stefan's journal represents the human side of her, that's why he kept it. "I look at you and I see an angel." He's replacing one angel for another. One false human for a real one. He's falling in love with human Katherine all over again, knowing that Elena will make him feel human. An extreme desire for the brother that lives one human life after another - to feel human while living it. Elena is his sense of belonging. "Where do I belong?" The chosen soundtrack only supports this fact. Making a deal with God to trade the demon for the angel. "Your face. It was like a demon." They show this photo of Katherine before cutting to Elena on her second day back to school.

Mr. Tanner is discussing The Battle of Willow Creek. This involves the... 27 vampires in the tomb under Fell's Church. He insults both Bonnie and Matt. It's not until he digs into Elena that Stefan speaks up. He already had the answer, but purposefully waited to give it. Nothing like Stefan hating his vampirism only to use it to impress Elena. Stefan would know nothing of those 27 lives if not for being there and being a vampire. He then insults Mr. Tanner in front of the entire class, which basically supports the disrespect of an authority figure, and completely embarrasses him in the process of it. That's something Stefan could've done without being such a dick about it. The scene was purely meant to impress Elena. That's why it was for Elena. Mr. Tanner can attack anyone but her. Just as insane to me that Stefan feels the need to pipe up as if Elena needs to be verbally defended. Stefan shouldn't know more than the teacher does, so yeah... his vampirism is showing. At the party, intrudes on Elena's conversation with Bonnie. Every reason why I believe he read her diary before he gave it to her. Again, hates his vampirism, but has no problem using it to his advantage. That's why I respect Matt's comment to Elena later in the series. He can't hate what they are and use them to his advantage, so he refuses the healing powers of vampire blood. Stefan is using his vampirism to eavesdrop. I love the soundtrack for their party scene. "That was weird. When I touched you, I saw a crow. A crow. There was fog, a man." Bonnie's crystal ball reading should've freaked Elena out because she knows about the fog and the crow at the cemetery. She also asked Stefan if he was following her. Bonnie is referring to Damon because she already knows what Stefan looks like.

It's disgusting to me how Elena opens up to him about the death of her parents, and he listens to her as if he knew nothing about it. I don't know how to explain it, but… some things are more meaningful when they're real. The sharing of feelings, most certainly. Stefan makes it clear that he knows of her sadness, so he openly admits to knowing she's vulnerable and he actually feels this is the best time to date her? Insane. He's basically like, "Hey, you won't be sad forever. I'm here." Not at all healthy. Stefan already knowing her parents died is his 10th lie. "Wow. Vicki Donovan says no. That's a first." Tyler basically referring to her as a slut. Vicki is extremely damaged. She's opting to date Tyler rather than Jeremy even though Jeremy has actual respect for her. This coupled with her drug use leads me to believe she suffers more than Matt in having absent parents. Elena talks to Stefan about Matt. While I do believe she lost her virginity to Matt, I don't believe she fell in love with him. I honestly believe Stefan is her first love. He vamps out again while talking to her and takes off to grab them a drink, which I consider his 11th lie. Again, he continues to be in her life. In continuing to be in her life, he's choosing to put her at risk with his ripper side.

Vicki walks herself into a cloud of Damon fog, which I love. "That's okay, Elena. You do what you have to do. I just want to let you know that I still believe in us. And I'm not giving up on that." This is Stefan in season 4, only he uses the sire bond as an excuse. Unlike Matt and Damon loving her enough to let her go, Stefan willfully puts Elena and her loved ones at risk because he refuses to. Stefan tries to get Caroline to back off by referring to how drunk she is. Because it's not enough, he tells her they're not gonna happen. One of the worst rejections I've ever seen, and he rejects her simply because she doesn't look like Katherine. Elena has no idea that she's the fresh meat. And I mean this literally. Katherine is 500 years old, and Stefan actually feeds on Elena. "Trust me, you're not going to want to witness this." It's sad to know that Elena is blind to the reality that it's the other way around. Stefan won't allow her to witness him. The point Damon makes as she and Jeremy stumble upon Vicki in the woods. From school to the cemetery to the party. I feel this act is due to Damon's inability to stop Stefan from being in Elena's life. Only a vampire who wants to get caught would take someone from a party, rip into their neck, then leave without compelling them to forget, and leave them in a place where they'd be found by someone attending the same party. Damon has been hiding in the shadows, so anyone who knows the truth about vampires would first suspect Stefan of being one because he's the only person new to town. If Elena knew about vampires, she'd already suspect Stefan. Because she doesn't, she will soon enough. Damon makes it clear through his own actions that if he can't stop Stefan from being in her life, then he's going to make sure she knows their truth.

There's a moment, a single flashing moment that I swear Matt stares at Stefan and suspects him of being a vampire. I do believe he's the kind of person that would be open to the idea that vampires exist. Stefan rushes home and into his room to greet Damon's crow. "Hello, brother." I consider this very moment the beginning of the series. Not Stefan's journal voiceover, not his first day at school, not his time at the party. This very moment right here. The writers didn't have me until Damon entered like a badass. He's every bit what a vampire show should look like. No, the crow isn't a bit much. "Wait till you see what I can do with the fog." Damon's reply is his way of informing Stefan that he was at the cemetery. Stefan wants to know when he got home because he wants to know if Damon knows about his life with Elena. Damon saying he couldn't miss Stefan's first day of school is a reference to slamming his crow into Bonnie's car. He's literally admitting his actions. It's insane to me how Stefan makes it seem like Damon doesn't belong there. If Stefan doesn't have to explain himself to Zach, then Damon doesn't have to explain himself to Stefan. "Ah. That can be a problem… for you." Damon makes it clear that he's not afraid of letting others know he's a vampire, but knows it'll be a problem for Stefan as he is pretending to be human with Elena. Again, Stefan asks Damon why he's there as if he has right over when Damon can or can't go home. As if Damon has to explain himself. That's why Damon responds the way he does. "I could ask you the same question." They're equals. If Stefan has the right to question why Damon is there, Damon has the right to question why Stefan is there. "However, I'm fairly certain your answer can be summed up all into one little word… Elena." Damon letting Stefan know that he knows about his life with Elena lol. The camera pans across an animal control van as the town sells Damon biting Vicki as another animal attack. If Stefan truly cared about anyone in this town, he'd already be leaving for the sake of getting Damon to leave. Instead, he gives Damon reason to stay. "Elena, there's no way I'm psychic. I know that. But whatever I saw, or I think I saw, I have this feeling… that it's just the beginning." Bonnie is referring to Damon, to the bottle reading she gave Elena at the party. From what I've seen in the show, most of Bonnie's predictions land on Damon. She actually has to "near touch" Stefan to feel him. Damon takes Elena's breath away through Bonnie, then they cut scene to Damon's comment. "She took my breath away. Elena. She's a dead ringer for Katherine." He's referring to their 3x22 flashback, and she does take his breath away in that scene. As I said of Stefan, the same can be said for Damon. In her taking his breath away, he had to meet her or see her prior to the pilot, prior to the moment he slammed his crow into Bonnie's car.

Damon standing in front of what could pass off as a tree of life. "Is it working, Stefan? Being around her, being in her world? Does it make you feel alive?" Damon basically asking if it makes him feel human. He teases this way, having no idea he's gonna fall in love with her for that reason. The difference between the two brothers is made clear early on. Stefan lives as a human, so he stalked Elena and entered her life with the knowing that she'd make him feel this way. So Stefan very much expected and planned to fall in love with her. Damon lives as a vampire. He wouldn't plan to fall for a human he'd otherwise want to eat. But he'll fall in love with Elena for the same reason. Delena is unplanned, organic. Just Google organic relationships if you don't know what I mean. It's one of many reasons I prefer Delena over Stelena. "Well, let's hope not. We both know how that ended." This is what had me certain of Delena by the end of 2x1. It's because Damon was at both places when Stefan vamped out with Elena that I feel he starts pushing the issue about Stefan's diet. I think he's extremely bothered by the fact that Stefan continues to be in Elena's life despite the risk he poses to her. He even goes so far as to smack him around for the sake of making him vamp out, which I feel is the very point. So yes, I believe this is his way of saying why wait for the inevitable, why not feed on Elena now. I chose to put this collage together to show what I mean because Damon was actually there. He's probably feel as I feel. Stefan can't resist her, yet chooses to continue being in her life, so he's willfully putting her at risk.

That whole toss out the window is hilarious af. Exactly what I expect of siblings lol

"But wherever you go, people die." "That's a given."

Damon is being honest. It's a given because he's a vampire. Stefan's response is hilariously controlling and ignorant.

"Not here. I won't allow it." "I take that as an invitation."

The audacity of Stefan astounds me. Not only that he believes he can control what Damon does or doesn't do and where, but that he believes he has the right to control what Damon does or doesn't do and where. If Stefan feels he has the right to stop Damon from acting a vampire in Mystic Falls, then Damon should feel he has the right to stop Stefan from acting human in Mystic Falls. It's insane to me how much Stefan tries to dictate Damon's life. Damon is a natural born rebel, so when someone tells him what he won't do, he'll take it as an invitation to do exactly that. That's how much Stefan dictates his life lol. Damon took Stefan's ring, which is hilarious to me. He should've held onto it, given how hard it would be for Stefan to play human with Elena at that point. But it appears Damon is a fair play kind of person. "You should know better than to think you're stronger than me. You lost that fight when you stopped feeding on people. I wouldn't try it again." Obvious from this comment alone that Stefan is the stronger brother, but only stronger on human blood because Damon is on human blood.

"I've seen you in the cemetery writing in your diary. Is that - is that supposed to be you moving on?" Elena still parenting Jeremy, and his comment to her is the very reason I consider this a fault of hers. She shouldn't try to stop Jeremy from mourning how he mourns. Everyone mourns differently. Caroline is at the Grill, talking to Bonnie. She's drunk and dealing with Stefan's rejection. Rather than confront him and ask why, she's blaming herself, her own faults. While I feel it's great that Caroline recognizes her faults, it's pretty shitty of Stefan to reject her in such a way. That kind of approach is enough for a girl to question her self-worth, and all because she doesn't look like Katherine.

"It's not a competition, Caroline." "Yeah, it is."

Still one of the first things that made me hate Caroline. She feels the need to compete with her best friend, and four months after Elena lost both her parents. Never mind the fact that she's faking a smile, pretending to be okay. As much as I hate Stefan, I hate Caroline more for the fact that while Stefan is trying to bring some happiness into Elena's life, Caroline wants to compete with her while she's needing that happiness in her life. Caroline is not the type of girl I'd be friends with.

Just as Damon wanted, Vicki informs Matt that she was bitten by a vampire. Again with Stefan and Katherine's photo. They cut from Katherine to Elena because he's trading one for the other. The vampire for the human. Clear by the look in his eyes that he was crying. Their end scenes basically make it clear that Damon is the bad brother, Stefan is the good brother, and that's how the audience is meant to view them. It's because Stefan is still in Elena's life that Damon gets his hooks into Caroline at the Grill, he's that desperate for Elena to know their truth. And yes, I do believe it has to do with him wanting her to get everything she's looking for. He has to make sure that a vampire is what she's looking for.

Elena unknowingly and unwittingly invited the Ripper of Monterey into her home, which isn't just an issue to her physical safety. I actually consider it a complete disrespect on a spiritual level. Not only that he denied her the choice to date or not date a vampire, but denied her the choice to invite or not invite one into her home. All of this because he can't stand being alone. Selfish doesn't even begin to describe it. Stefan lied his way into Elena's life, into her home, and into her heart. That's why I already consider her his victim.

Damon cross-connects. It's through Stefan's mention of the brother he doesn't talk to that Stefan, Damon, and Elena are a triangle. They don't become a "love" triangle until Damon falls in love with Elena.

One final note: While Stefan knows that Damon met Elena, he has no idea that Damon and Elena met first. It's my belief that he never comes to know this about them.

#Follow this tag as I'll be using it for my entire re-watch: #Bite Me

[jaehunnyy]

A/N: This fic is for @daegall's 1k event, so enjoy a little oneshot with Hyuck ♡ I had fun writing for this event, Sunnyyy! Also, thank you @sungbeam for your suggestions to make this fic better, i appreciate it a lot ♡

The beginning of an end

Genre: best friends-to-lovers!au, fluff

Word count: 1.1k

Pairing: Lee Donghyuck × reader

Warnings: one curse word

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You were comfortably seated on your bed, cuddling a fluffy pillow to your chest while binge watching the newest season of Stranger Things. You were scared, to say the least, mentally digging for a magic spell to bring someone next to you to ease your fear. Right when you were about to calm yourself a little, a loud thud on your window startled you, freezing you in your place. A second one came not long after, and you swore your whole neighbourhood heard you scream when a hand pressed against the cold glass. You grabbed the most dangerous object you found then: the tv remote, prepared to throw it if things took the wrong route. 

However, a very familiar laugh made you frown, eyebrows brought together in an angry furrow. A few seconds after, a gray, platinum-colored head appeared in the window, the boy's giggles even louder than before. Honey skin on full display, adorned with sweet, brown dots, accompanied by the pearly white of his teeth, and the view was enough to have your heart jolting in joy and excitement. But you didn't plan on giving up so easily with the desire for revenge eating your gut.

"Hyuck, you almost killed me! What the fuck's wrong with you?" You screamed at your best friend, trying hard to keep yourself steady while he engulfed your body in a bear hug. 

"Oh, don't tell me you got scared! Actually, that's what you deserve." He threw a smirk at you, your eyes widening at his words. 

"What's that supposed to mean? Mind elaborating?" 

"You were watching Stranger Things all alone, complaining about getting scared, while I was on my couch, waiting for you to call me. Tsk tsk." 

Being so close to him brought a crimson red blush to your cheeks, painting them in the color of a pure, unrequited love. Thus, you couldn't bring yourself to confess to him. You knew Hyuck since you were babies, and you couldn't imagine your life without him. His friendship was more than enough, or so you wanted to believe. 

"Just… think about using the door next time." You grumbled, hugging him after all the teasing you two bore. He jokingly ruffled your hair, before occupying your bed like it was his own. 

"I'm hungry. Let's cook something." His soft voice resonated again, the proposal making you squirm in happiness. You loved cooking, especially when it came to cooking with your best friend. 

"Pancakes for the win. The last one to get to the kitchen is a loser." You winked at him and, with this being said, you made your way to the kitchen, running for your life. 

Haechan sulked at your childish behavior, complaining about how you made him get up from the bed right after he finished settling up, but also about how you started before he could even move—cheater. Yet he couldn't say no to his lovely bestie; furthermore, he was the one proposing the cooking part. Still, his lazy antics didn't hesitate to show, body leaning against the kitchen counter while you were already mixing some ingredients. And he stared, and stared, until your patience consumed completely.

"Aren't you gonna help?" you asked, irritated. 

"No, I'm good." 

You couldn't hold yourself back anymore, grabbing a handful of flour and throwing it right in his face, making him gasp in shock and disbelief. After seeing his white, flour coated face, you couldn't help but burst into laughter, the bright sound cheering up the whole kitchen. 

"Actually, that's what you deserve," you spat through the chortling, mocking his words. 

"Is this how we're playing? Okay, Y/N. Watch your back." 

You couldn't stop laughing, but he had his evil plans to stop you. Haechan crossed his arms to his chest, his pink lips forming a pout, followed by the moody silence he was trying hard to maintain. He pretended to leave the kitchen, but then the unexpected happened. The white dust hit your face too, and your smiley expression was crushed, in exchange for a flabbergasted one, your eyes now piercing through his soul. He was the one giggling now, index finger pointing at the defeat on your face. 

"No more need for pancakes, you are the pancake." 

You tried hiding your smile at his stupid attempt to joke, wiping the excess of flour on your face with your hand, blowing it in his direction. "We are the pancakes, Hyuckie." 

He approached you, the tension between the two of you growing fastly. He loved the way your lips curled when pronouncing his name, the diminutive triggering the well hidden butterflies in his chest. Your friendship was like a flower, constantly needing loyalty and trust to stay alive. And you wished the flower of your friendship never died… but when you had him so close to your face, it was getting hard not to break the pure bond between the two of you with a kiss. 

And he seemed to think about the same thing, but unlike you, he didn't care anymore. 

He put his hand on your waist, carefully pulling you closer to him, heart to heart. His lips touched yours slowly, and you could already feel a new flower blooming between the two of us, the flower of love. Shyly circling his neck with your hands, you kissed him back, full of admiration and unspoken feelings. He left a final kiss on your nose, before leaning his forehead on yours, his shiny orbs gazing at you like you were the most precious thing he'd ever seen. 

"Let's not screw up our friendship, Hyuck…" you whispered, not wanting to ruin the sweet moment.

"We won't screw it up, darling. We'll just turn it into something more beautiful and meaningful. I like you a lot," he smiled, hugging you softly. 

You blushed once again, his words making your heart jump in your chest, surrounded by the delightful feeling of warmth, his hug making you happier than ever. No one could ever understand you the way he did, and having him as your boyfriend as well made your wish come true completely.

"I like you too, Hyuckie. I can fairly say that I'm in love with you." 

Your lips touched once again, the sweet scent of love blooming in the kitchen, ingredients long forgotten. If someone would have told you years ago that you will end up with your best friend, you would have laughed in their face for ages; but now, you wouldn't want it any other way. And here you were, living your best life with your once—best friend by your side. 

#daegall 1k event #nct dream #nct dream × reader #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck imagines #haechan x reader #haechan fluff #bff2l #soft #comfort #haechan oneshot

[hotsforharlow]

ok i have a pet snake and everyone freaks out about it. so can you do something where reader and urb are together and she forgets to mention it to him and jack when they come over to the apartment for the first time and the snake is just chilling in the bathtub?

AN: Hi, I hope you like it x

“Are you sure you want to spend time here?” You asked Urban through the phone whilst placing your phone in between your ear and shoulder as you wandered into the bathroom. You coed at the bright yellow girl slithering on the blanket you’d given her. “And Jack wants to come?” You giggled and softly stroked her before giving Urban your full attention.“I have some drinks in, if you guys want to get some food.” You hummed and placed your hair into a messy bun whilst looking down at yourself. “Okay, see you soon. Love you.” You babbled, blushing sweetly when he replied. You thought it was a little too soon in the relationship for those words but your feelings were so deep, it was hard.

You had already spent most of the morning cleaning up and making everything look pretty; and making up yourself too. You know he didn’t care and loved being around you when you were both in your comfys but you still wanted to impress him. Chewing on your lip, you moved around the apartment and began to tidy things up.You stocked up the fridge with his favourite beer and moved into the bathroom to freshen up some more.

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It began to close in on half an hour when the doorbell rang. You had curled up onto the sofa and placed the tv on. You ran your fingers through your hair for a moment before gracefully moving towards the door and opening it. A bouquet of your favourite flowers greeted you as Urban pushed them into your face, which had you giggling.“Thank you, they are my favourite.” You hummed and brought them to your nose. Of course, somehow, Urban would know that. “Smells so good.” You complimented him before stepping aside and inviting them both in. “Hi Jack.” You waved and he brought you into a hug; nearly squashing the flowers that you saved just in time.

Urban leaned in for a sweet kiss that soon turned passionate as you looped your arms around his neck; still holding the flowers. “I’ve missed you.” You mumbled against his lips as his hands moved onto your arse, pulling you closer. “Missed you too.” He hummed, pecking your lips again and again before Jack called your names in amusement. You ducked your head and moved to burrow into Urban’s chest for a sweet moment. You had missed him whilst he’d been out of town. “I’ll get some water for these.” You whispered into his ear, pecking his cheek before moving from his touch. You motioned towards the sofa, “There’s some snacks there.” You told the two boys.

“Thanks ma.” Urban called to you as you made your way to the kitchen island and made the flowers into a pretty display in a vase. “Hey, Jack. Can you grab me a towel from the bathroom?” You asked sweetly after looking at the spilt water and wondered why you had nice things with your clumsy self. “Course.” He hummed, sipping his drink before standing up.You shot him a smile before moving towards Urban. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders from behind whilst pressing a sweet kiss to his neck. You were about to become more passionate when Jack’s cry had you both looking behind you in complete confusion. “Y/N” He called out your name with panic in his tone and you quickly moved. 

“What’s wrong?” You gently asked, moving into the bathroom to see what the problem was. All Jack could do was point and you realised with a giggle he had been scared by your snake. Oops, you thought to yourself. “Oh, this is Bella.” You hummed and moved to pick your snake up and she instantly moved around your neck and waist.You saw Urban stepping back and you wondered how you had forgotten to tell them, but Urban was too distracting for his own good. “Want to hold her?” You asked and blinked so innocently at the two boys who just stared before shaking their heads at the same time. “No, thank you.” Jack mumbled, stepping back and pushing Urban to you as he left the room.

“You can deal with that Urban.” Jack called out, chuckling to himself as he peaked and watched his friend nervously look at you. “Are you sure you don’t want to hold her?” You couldn’t help but tease as Bella moved down your arm, closer to Urban. “No..no..I’m good.” He backed away and you only blinked innocently but respected his boundaries.“Poor Bella. Nobody likes you.” You coed down at her before gently placing her back into the tub. You didn’t notice Urban watching you with wide eyes. You stroked her softly before she wrapped around herself and fell asleep. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.” Urban whined and moved into your side as he looked behind his shoulder. You giggled at how sweet he was.

“I don’t know if I can sleep over.” Urban hummed, looking back once more as if to check the slithering snake wasn’t following. “Shh, I’m sure I can persuade you.” You whispered up at him as your hand began to move down his chest and hovered over his clothed cock. “Hmm?” You coed and his eyes dropped to where your girls were sitting so prettily in your top.“Maybe so.” He whispered, leaning in to passionately capture your soft lips once more. Your hands moved over his chest as you deepened the kiss. Your tongues met and a soft whine escaped you as he brought his hand to your arse and brought you close. “Okay, I don’t need live porn.” Jack commented from the couch as he was nearly finishing off all the snacks.

“Hmm, sorry.” You whispered, before leaning in to take Urban’s lips once more before pulling away. “Not still scared, Jack?” You giggled as Urban moved onto the seat and pulled you into his lap. “I wasn’t scared.” Jack grumbled, sipping at his drink. “No, you scream like a girl tho.” You laughed into Urban’s chest who was shaking with laughter.

#urban wyatt x reader #requests

[gagethatcher]

HAUNTED HOUSE / ft. @camilaagarza (tw: sensitive and potentially nightmarish themes )

Gage leaned deeper into their kiss and felt the rise of adrenaline in his stomach as she opened her legs for his hand to slide further up. But it was like she said in the Fun House, the power had shifted and became hers again. Therefore, he wasn't that surprised when she inevitably shifted back and prompted him to remove his hand before the ride stopped. Lolling his head back with a guilty smirk, he sighs to the heavens and curses whatever God made Camila so beautiful and yet so stubborn. Where was the carefree girl who would help him look for unlocked cars in bar parking lots to fuck in the back seat of? Xavier really did a number on her. She was even more reserved than he remembered. "You're going to blue ball me to death someday. Mark my words." He chuckled as he readjusted her hat on the off chance of being spotted once their cart made it to the ground.

"To the Haunted House, we go." He grabbed her hand and tugged her along before slinging an arm across her shoulders. After signing a waiver, they were let in by a man in a mask. The hallway inside was dark and quiet before the sound of manic clown-laughter filled its space. "Okay, you told me I could torture you, so you're up front." He teased before shifting himself behind her. Straight ahead, standing in a doorway under a single flickering light bulb, was a clown with a twisted grin and black soulless eyes.

An eerie sound escaped its lips as he began dragging his foot toward them. "I don't think this guy is joking, Cam." Gage was only teasing to make the matter worse as the clown began to huff the closer it got, dragging his foot faster and faster. Then when he got close enough, he opened his mouth and blood poured out. On cue, Gage helped push Camila forward, away from the clown and toward the next nightmarish display.

There was blood all over the walls and an old 90s' television left on with static playing. Then behind them a rocking chair began to squeak and a bald fat man in a tank top shooed them out of the way. "If you're going to ruin my TV time, I'm going to ruin that pretty little face. Just like I did to my wife." He points toward a dark corner and as the television changes channels, a bright glow lights up the corner where a skinny woman sits slumped over with her hair pulled out and blood all around her. "Maybe you should be my new wife." The man grinned without many teeth left.

#carnival ( gage & camila ) #camilaagarza

[noirshussiedotcom]

I'm Bound to Die

TRIGGER WARNINGS: 

Death, torture, descriptive gore, humans are treated like animals, psychotic man, may make you feel unsettled. 

!read the original here!

It was a late Friday night and I was hurrying home from the store after collecting groceries. Being the middle child, you’re almost always forced to do everything for everyone else. But hey, I’m okay with it. I consider myself a… people pleaser! Yeah, that. On my way home I ran into my friendly next door neighbor, Phoebe, who seemed to becoming back home from work. 

“Why, hello, Doe! What are you doing walking around at this time of night?” she greets from the other side of her metal gates. 

“Hey Phoebe! I was just picking up groceries— I had hardly noticed in the store that it got dark so fast…”

“Oh, deary. You should hire yourself a bodyguard— or better yet, get yourself a nice, strong, boyfriend! That way, I wouldn’t have to fret about your safety all the time!” 

“Haha, funny! As if I could ever get a boyfriend. But it makes me feel a little better that you worry about me. Well, I be seeing you!”

“Stay safe, hun!” 

Walking up my front porch, I set a heavy bag down to open the screen, then wooden door. Awaiting me on the confort of the couch, sat my eldest sister, Morcia watching the Andy Griffin show. 

“Well jeez,” she sighs, “took you long enough.” 

I placed the other bags I was holding on the carpet floor, quickly retrieving the one I had left outside. 

“I had a hard time time trying to find that ice cream you wanted,” I admitted, placing my hands on my hips while the door slowly shut behind me. “Speaking of that.”

I shuffle through the groceries, proudly pulling out Morcia’s Ben and Jerry’s “chunky monkey” ice cream. Sound gross. I hand it to her with a smile across my face. She looks up with annoyed face and asks, 

“No spoon?” 

“Ugghh,” I pouted, but complied and got her a spoon from a kitchen drawer. 

“Thanks,” she throws off the lid and immediately digs in, “you’re the best, sis.”

“Yeah, yeah…” 

As she enjoys her treat, I put all the things away on my own. 

The clock had struck 9. Yikes, I should really be going to bed! I tiptoed passed the couch, Morcia lying there peacefully with melted ice cream dripping all over the place. …I’ll have to clean that up in the morning. The stairs creaked as I walked up them, giving me an eerie feeling— like someone was walking up with me. I turned my head to look behind me, but with the dim TV, it didn’t seem like anybody was there. I softly walked to my room, which was placed all the way down the creepy and possibly haunted hallway. The bright blue night light we had plugged into the wall, to see where you’re going when it’s dark, saved me from a giant extension cord that slithered horitontally in my path. I should pick that up later, so one trips. Without hesitation or even changing into pajamas, I fell flat on my bed and began to sleep. 

…… 

A scream from downstairs had woke me clean up. Checking the time on my alarm clock, it was 11. What the hell was that scream about? I debated whether or not to go check or just go back to sleep, but the anxiety and fear of something bad, would keep me awaken nonetheless. I walked a clean path out into the hallway but noticed that the night light was no longer in the wall. And because I could’ve see where I was going, I fell with a thud over the cord from earlier. Damn it! I should’ve picked it up! Using the wall, I helped myself to my feet and made my way down the stairs. A cold breeze chilled me to the bone as I made the last step. Is the front door open? 

The TV was displaying a connection error and I could hardly see Morcia. Feeling around for the light switch, it flipped with an audible “click.” Nothing would have ever prepared me for the horrors that waited for me in the dark. 

My sister— or if I can even call that mess, Morcia— was an unrecognizable pool of organs and blood. Her torso was placed upright on the rocking chair my dad used to sit on, a long, lengthy slit down the stomach with organs removed. Her head, arms, and legs detached. The worst of it was, even her breasts were cut off. 

Her arms were left of the couch, one of her hands had the spoon I gave her in it. Her legs weren’t anywhere to be found. At least nowhere in the living room. And as for her head, it sat on the coffee table, a smile carved into her face. 

What kind of person— no, monster, would do something like this? Then it struck me. The man the had been murdering locals finally got to my sister. My older sister, my other half, basically the closest thing I would ever have to a mom. Why. Why her? I can’t bare to look at her anymore but yet, I’m so traumatized that I can’t even tear my eyes away from her. I want to wrap her in my arms again. I want to hold her again and have her tell me that she wouldn’t ever let anyone hurt me. 

There's nothing else I can do. I’m a deer in headlights— a fly trapped in a fly trap. The front door was wide open and I realized, I never locked it. This was my fault. My sister’s death was my fault. This could’ve been prevented if I had just locked the door. 

Well, I can’t go back, but I can definitely move forward… at least I hope. I have to defend myself now. There’s no doubt that the man is still here, somehow, somewhere, so I can’t dilly-dal. The missing night light upstairs leaves me to believe he was up there, or was. Maybe he was trying to catch me, when I tripped. But he must’ve been lacking, because I’m still here. I turn the light off. If he sees the light, then he’ll realize that I’m still here. I creep towards the kitchen, past the gore that was made of my sister. The light of the moon glazed through the window onto the nice, clean, hardwood floor. I went to arm myself with one of the kitchen knives but saw that…

The biggest one was missing. 

Obviously he already used it. He couldn’t have just now taken it, I most likely would’ve seen him. I pull out the second largest knife, keeping it close to my chest. I creepily tiptoed to the sliding door that lead to the back yard. I tried my best to open it quietly, but it slid open with a scream. We should’ve really oiled that some time ago. A bang could be heard from upstairs, causing my flight reaction to kick in. I booked it outside, shaking and not looking back. I hid behind a bush, my heart racing so fast, it felt like I was just gonna have a heart attack right then and there. I peaked my head up a tiny bit to see if I could see the criminal, but so far, nothing. I could make a run for it right now, but because I have no idea where he is, that would be risky. 

I sat behind that bush for what it felt like hours. Nothing happened, nor did I see anyone. I’m pretty sure it’s safe to say, the coast is clear. I get down on my knees, army crawling to my other next door neighbor, Florence’s shed. Just as I almost made it over, I could see something in my window from the corner of my eye. Out of curiosity, I stop moving and pay full attention to whatever that is. It seemed to be… a gun? Specifully a sniping gun. Then, just like it was some sort of demented puppet show, Morcia dismembered head pops up and bobbles from side to side. 

Was this a joke to the murderer? Some sick joke, just tormenting and playing with your prey? He definitely knows I’m here, and I should defieltly get a move on. But for an unknown reason, my body was frozen in place. 

Like a deer in headlights. 

Light a fly in a fly trap. 

Like a mouse in the paws of a cat. 

My sister’s head went down and the sniper rifle began firing, nailing me right in the leg. The impact of it caused me to hit the ground, hard. I wailed in pain, holding my leg, cussing under my breath, tears spilling. There’s no way in hell I’m surviving this. I’m dying tonight whether its the last thing that psycho has to do. 

He has amazing aim, I’ll admit that. But his next move was pretty stupid. My window was cracked open a little to let the gun out, and now, he opened it fully. I was actually pretty confused, and wondered what he was planning. Before I knew it, the man I had fell out the window, hitting the ground with a powerful impact. 

He wasn’t moving… did he just kill himself? Sure a height like that could definitely kill a girl like me, but by the way his built is, he could most likely survive that. I waited a good five or eight minutes and he hasn’t moved a muscle. I think he’s actually… dead. There’s no way I’d be able to explain a situation like this to the police.  

I limped over to his lifeless body, wanting to laugh right in his face, yet decided against it. Turning away, I began to limp back to back door. That was pretty stupid, of him to ju–

"Yahahahaha!"

Before I could turn around, the man had me in a headlock. But I thought– I went to stab him, but realized I left my knife behind the bush. I couldn’t see much of him, but he wore a suit, with stains of blood, probably from my sister, he had what I think are night vision goggles, and had a wide display of canine-like teeth. Sinister. I started screaming, punching, and kicking with my non-injured leg. It didn’t look like he was armed, so I say what I’m doing is a smart move. He covered my mouth, setting me down gently on the grass, without removing it, or his grip. 

“Sh, sh, shhhh,” he hushed, “that was the oldest trick in the book. And by how young you look, it was obvious you’d fall for that. But I was hoping tonight would be easy and that I had to only deal with one animal… Oh well, you won’t make this boring for me… will you?”

Evil. Pure, pure evil. The only thing I could try against this guy was… 

I bit down, hard, on his hand and he withdrew immediately, yelping. I tried my best to get up as quickly as possibly, and ran inside. I shut the back door and locked it, just as he began to make his way for me again. I snatched another knife and and limped to the living room, then tried for the stairs. At the top, I could hear him come in through the front door. 

I hid in my youngest sister, Erika’s room, in her closet. My breath was so loud, that I would have to simply stop breathing to silence it all together. When I heard him coming up the stairs, I held my own hand over my mouth, the adrenaline coursing through me. Please, please just leave. Please, let this be over. 

Then, he came into Erika’s room, huffing. Though it was dark, he looked towards the closet and began to smile. 

“Tsk, tsk tsk.” 

Does he… How does he… 

Night vision goggles. 

I should’ve hid somewhere else. 

He stands in the frame of the closet, blocking any possible route of an escape. 

“P-please…” I choked, “let me…” 

“You’ve made this night wayyyy harder than it should’ve been. I had to play tag and even hide and seek with you. And because you made me go through all this effort just to get you, I want to try something new on you. I want to try… a game.” 

A game?

“I-I’ll do anything.” I plead. “I’ll do anything as long as you let me go…!”

“Oh really? I’m glad you’re as excited as I am. Now,” he pulls out a switchblade from a pants pocket,” I want to see, 

how loud I can make you scream.”

…

A/N

thanks for reading this! its currently 10:49 pm and I was supposed to be asleep an hour ago, but was I start writing… I can’t stop! 

it was fun writing this! I tried to stay true to the original story, but theres obviously different elements, yet the same ending. I personally think this ending it amazing, but definitely not as good as the others that are to come. I really can’t wait to rewrite the other stories that follow after this so stay tuned!

—

all of these stories were originally in different “universes.” but after I came up with the secret orginization, the “Tea Party,” they’re all set in the same universe. I’ll make a complete list of characters in my little “franchise” once I get all of the stories out. and I may even add on more to the lore with brand new stories! if I do have motivation to do so, I’ll draw all the characters and post it on here! I really hope I earned a fanbase, that would be so COOL. 

much love! <3

-Mob

#gore #death #torture #bones #spooky #thrilling #unsettling #deer #the tea party #doe #morcia #erika #the man #phoebe #florence #story

[amateurd18]

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I wanna say yes?! I know their tv show kicked off in ~2010-ish. All I really know is that 1d did open for them I believe at NYC in 2012!! Don’t fact-check me on that lol. And I remember it being a meme where half the crowd left after the boys performed cause they were only there for 1d lol. Either way, I love and appreciate both groups!!

Oooooo, that sounds like an exciting time of the year!! I love hearing about different traditions and celebrations from different cultures!! Shows that we’re not all very different after all in terms of how we choose to celebrate the seasons!!

Favorite place I have visited? The only time I’ve ever left North America was to study abroad in Italy, so I would probably say the time I spent in Florence and learning to adapt the their cultural/way of living!! It was very much a culture shock and it was stressful at times, but I’d did thoroughly enjoy myself and would love to go back!! That kinda goes hand in hand with being a tourist as well!! I can’t really pick one place in particular, but I remember visiting many museums and being able to see pieces of artwork that you either talk about in class or the really famous ones that you have to google just to even know what it looks like and seeing it up close!! It’s a surreal experience I have to say lol.

Vanilla is always a safe bet!! Hopefully next year someone will tour in your area so you may enjoy a good concert!! Everyone deserves to experience at least one concert a year!! It’s such a therapeutic experience!! Manifesting that for you, hun!! ✨

I understand you wholeheartedly about just turning on the tv and letting play what’s already there!! Sometimes it’s hard to sit down and have to pick what you’re gonna watch, especially when you don’t know what you’re in the mood for!! Mindlessly watching whatever is on in the moment is how you find what you like to watch!!

Speed Round Questions!! If you can live anywhere in the world, where would it be? Do you have a favorite flower? What’s your favorite type of dessert? If not, what’s your favorite type of savory snack!? Do you have a collection of any kind? For a while, I collected owl figurines cause they’re my favorite animal, and so they would be on display in my living room every now and again!! 🎄✨

Helloo! My Thursday was fab, it was a friend's birthday and we all went out to eat some amazing Mexican food. And margaritas. Because you can't do Mexican food without margaritas.

Italy is on my - long long long list- of places i want to visit, it sounds super amazing.

Speed round questions: I've only ever lived in two cities - Mumbai where I grew up and Madrid where I'm currently studying - so I'm not sure which other ones. It'd definitely have to be a big city, i don't think I'd survive the small town life. The tiny kid in me that grew up reading too many books from the UK does want to live in London, though i need to figure how to make that happen. ✨ manifesting✨

I love flowers, though i can't keep a plant alive for shit so it's just special occasions where i go and get some. Anything that's bright is a win.

My sweet tooth is massive, so sweets of all kinds are 💜. Comfort sweets would be brownies and muffins, but you could put any sweet dish in front of me and i would try it at the very least.

I love that you have an owl collection! That's such an interesting one. (do you mind sharing a pic? I won't post. Or if you wanna dm after we've introduced ourselves properly. No pressure). I don't have a collection, but another of my - now that I'm thinking about it ridiculously expensive- kid dreams is to own and be able to display lots of Lego. Does that count as wanting a collection? I dunno. Anyway.

Speed round questions for you: movies/tv shows? Movies/books? Spring/summer/autumn/winter? Beaches /mountains? City/countryside?

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[taylormadehome]

Surroundings

I’ve always been a bit of a homebody. More of a family girl than a huge friend group girl. Growing up, I liked playing outside with neighbor kids, but as I’ve grown up, I have learned to value my time inside my home. With that being said, my surroundings have always been a big part of my life. Whether it was my lime green walls with bright pink bedding during my middle school years, or my current neutral cozy vintage vibe, I have always enjoyed having my spaces be “me”. Every stage of my life thus far, my room or home has been a reflection of me in some way. Now, getting married and meshing lives with someone has been an adjustment, but luckily I have a husband who lets me run wild with decor! He’s somewhat of a minimalist, and truly wants me to have fun dressing up our living spaces to my liking.

I think there is a lot of power in creating a pleasant environment. If you’re like me and you spend a majority of your time at home, a house becomes more than just floors and walls or a place to sleep. I believe a home should be a sanctuary, the place you can feel completely comfortable and let go of the stresses of the day. The world has become a very overwhelming and slightly scary place. Because of that, everyone deserves to fill their spaces with what makes them smile.

For example, I spend a lot of time facing our TV above the fireplace. On either side of the fireplace, we have tall bookshelves to mimic the look of built in shelving. These shelves serve zero purpose other than displaying whatever decor I’m loving at the moment. And that’s okay! Some may say a bookshelf is for storage, or for something crazy like.. books! But I like my decorating shelves. They make me happy, and that’s really the point.

I suppose I’m telling you all of this to really say: Surround yourself with your favorite things. Display your collected items. Showcase the pieces you’ve picked up traveling. Make it yours. You have my permission, ha!

XO Maddie

[vinsonpratt41]

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[gaysimpsstuff]

Accidental Turn-Ons; Hawks x Dom! Reader

Genre: angst to fluff to smut

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Hawks returns home from a mission, clearly exhausted, and you take the time to give him a little massage! However, it doesn’t quite have the effects you expected.

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: minor dub-con (Y/n doesn't know that what they're doing is sexual for Hawks), stress, minor injuries, Keigo's adorable bird tendencies, sexual innuendo, dom y/n, wing play, feather play, nicknames, edging, dacryphilia, handjobs, aftercare

Other: Yo this might actually be my best smut yet

Inspiration: This was actually inspired by my own piece of work, MHA Characters + Their Biggest Kinks where I spoke about Hawks’ wing and back kink and how it relates to his avian traits.

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore @popcatx0

You paced the living room, glancing between the TV and the door. The news station had cut away from the fight five minutes ago, which meant your boyfriend was either in the hospital getting treated for any injuries he might have sustained, dealing with fans, dealing with paperwork, or on his way home.

Your phone buzzed and you raced to grab it off the couch, fearing an incoming call from the hospital, or a news alert about the well-being of the man you loved.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you realized it was just an email from work, not even marked important. You tossed your phone back onto the couch with a groan.

Wasted build-up. Your mind grumbled

Your eyes flicked back to the TV, watching as the reporter rambled on about yet another stupid thing America had going on as you waited for something, anything to happen. Right when you were getting ready to pick your phone back up from the couch cushions when you heard a light tap tap tappity tap against the thick glass of the sliding glass door that led to your balcony.

You dashed across the living room, accidentally knocking a chair over as you raced to reach the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. You'd recognize his special knock any day, even if he changed it all the time whenever he forgot it. You always had patience with him, you knew he had too many things on his mind with Hero Work to always remember a random knock.

You grabbed the handle, yanking the door open with a wide grin, finally laying eyes on your bird boy. He had a hand stuffed in his pocket, the other rubbing at the back of his neck.

"Hey, Y/n. So sorry I'm late, been flying all day so naturally I'm a little sore. No excuse for missing movie night but-"

"I'm just so glad you're here!" You exclaimed, taking his cheeks in your hands and rubbing at his cheekbones. "I'm so sorry you're hurting, come inside I'll get a heating pack, or a cooling pack, maybe some lotion and I could give you a massage." You babbled, tugging him inside.

"A massage and some cuddles sound great," he sighed, eyes tired. You never liked the fact that Keigo was a hero. He worked too hard, too much, and for so long. He was still young, he should be appreciating life and spending time on himself and with his lover and not with the commission. "Oh I uh, I found this for you."

He took one of your hands off his face, taking his other hand out of his pocket and pressing something cold and smooth into your palm. You opened your fingers, a soft smile growing on your face at the sight of a smooth pretty white rock with grey and black speckles.

"Oh, Kei, this is beautiful. I love it~" you pressed a kiss to Keigo's cheek, loving the way he trilled. He was always so excited to pick up random items he found pretty or interesting, and he'd always give them right to you. It was truly adorable, you loved his gifts. His wings fluttered in happiness for a moment before he winced slightly in pain, happiness vanished in a reminder of his stress from the day.

"Ouch, okay, sitting down time," he muttered, stumbling past you to flop down on the couch. You grabbed the lotion from the kitchen counter (you kept it there for whenever he came home with sore muscles). You set the stone down on the coffee table, tapping it twice in a small show of affection before sitting next to Keigo.

"Shirt off Birdie," you said, squirting some lotion into your palm before rubbing them together.

"Hey, at least buy me a drink first," he chuckled, tugging his jacket off and peeling off his tight hero shirt. You sighed, deciding not to comment on his tacky flirting, knowing you'd been dating for almost a year now.

He turned his back to you, crossing his legs. He folded his wings, lowering them to give you access to his shoulders and shoulder blades. You pressed your fingers against one of his shoulders, finding a large knot almost immediately. You heard him hiss, and your frown increased.

"I know it hurts but it will hurt a lot less when I'm finished," you told him, pressing a gentle kiss to the nape of his neck. The hair there rose against your skin, a shiver shooting down his spine. You blinked, confused at his reaction. Maybe it was uncomfortable for him. You resolved not to kiss there again.

You continued to rub against his tightened muscles, listening to his soft hisses and groans. You pulled away after about six minutes, picking up the lotion bottle and squirted some more into your palms.

"Hey, when you finish with mm~ when you finish with that shoulder could you do around my wing joints? Down my spine, y'know?"

"Are there muscles there?" you asked, most people didn't have muscles down their spines, usually it was just the ridges of said bones.

"Yeah, I do," he explained quickly. You nodded pressing into his knot, slowly working down when it eased up. You moved your fingers downwards, feeling his shoulder blades and spine before reaching his wings joints. He shuddered, similar to when you kissed his neck, but a little larger. You hummed, pressing your fingers down and finding another knot, right where his skin turned to bright red feathers.

"Oh, yeah, yeah right there that's perfect." You glanced back up at him, confused, he didn't usually speak when you massaged him, he'd also never asked for a massage so close to his wings, he was usually very cautious about having his wings touched. Maybe he'd just gotten tired of dealing with wing pains by himself, it was probably a lot different from other knots.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this," you cooed. "You really deserve a break, it's not healthy to work this hard all the time."

"I know, Little Feather, but it's nng- n-not my fault. The citizens need me." he panted. You sighed, moving your other hand to work out both wings' knots at the same time.

Keigo's head flopped forward, and his hand flew up to slap over his mouth, holding back a soft whine. You lifted an eyebrow in suspicion, there were only a few times when you heard him make noises like that.

Slowly, you pressed your fingers down closer to the underside, right over a few of his downy feathers.

"Oh fuck~" he hissed.

"Okay, that's it." you lifted your hands away from them, holding them in the air. "What the hell's going on with you?" His head whipped around so fast you were surprised it was still attached to his neck. His golden eyes widened, pupils blowing out, nearly completely covering the honey iris.

"W-what?" he exclaimed, feathers puffing up.

"I'm sorry if I seem mad, I'm not, I'm just- very confused. You're literally moaning. I am giving you a massage and you're moaning. Explain."

His cheeks dusted over in pink, and his eyes fell down to his lap.

"Okay uh- fuck I- this was not how I planned on telling you, erm- I promise I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable-"

"Keigo, it's alright, I'm not uncomfortable, just confused. Take a breath darling,"

"Okay, okay, okay." he took a deep breath. "My wings and back are... sensitive, like- in a sexual way. It's why I never let you touch them, I didn't want you to get uncomfortable with that."

"Oh Keigo, you should have just told me, it's perfectly alright, you know I love you, and I love your bird traits. I'm not uncomfortable with this." you smiled sweetly, pressing a hand to his cheek.

"You're- you're not?" he glanced back up at you, golden eyes filled with hope.

"Not in the slightest. To be honest, I don't see why anyone would be uncomfortable with it. It's just another erogenous zone, like someone's neck, ears, or nipples would be. And lots of people keep those bits on display."

"Thanks," he murmured, rubbing his nose against yours. "That does make me feel better, but uh- there's something else.." he trailed off, nervous.

"Your obvious boner? I was gonna leave you to take care of that yourself, but I'll gladly do it for you if you'd like."

"Oh uh-" his cheeks brightened as if attempting to match the tone of his wings. "I would very much like that," he admitted, offering you a slightly nervous smile.

"Anytime, Birdie~" you stood up, hands landing on either side of his waist as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. "But I would very much like to experiment with those wings of yours, see what we can do with them. Just how far can we go?" You smirked at him, tongue darting out to moisturize your lips. Keigo let out a soft breath, shifting against the couch to make room for the tent in his pants.

"I- I have thought about using them before- my feathers can move fast, so they can act as a vibrator if I focus, but I could never use it on myself. I know I'd get distracted, then the feather would stop moving, then I'd have to start all over again. I'd basically just be edging myself all night. I know I'd just give up and jerk off."

"I can work with that~" you pressed your lips against his, surprising him. He whined into the kiss, hands flying up to fist your shirt.

Unfair. He thought, he already had his shirt off, and he knew he'd be naked in just a few minutes, but you hadn't taken anything off yet. Knowing you, you would stay clothed just to tease him. The most you would do was lift your shirt a little to show him your stomach before quickly covering it again. That was what you usually did when you dommed. At least for the foreplay.

You pressed the tip of your tongue against his lips, pushing past his defensive barrier of shiny white teeth, perfect for the press, and you licked along the top of his mouth. His whole body shuddered against yours, his hips jerking upwards.

You grabbed his thigh with one hand, squeezing. A warning, he knew, against bucking up again, against disobeying. He tasted your saliva, feeling it pool onto his tongue. His eyes finally drooped closed, enjoying the taste of leftover's from last night's dinner on your tongue.

He whined against the back of your mouth, feeling you move your other hand up towards his back. He already knew what you were going to do. Without pulling away from the kiss, you plucked a feather about the size of his hand from his wings, running a finger down the stem, brushing it against the little red bristles. Soft against your finger, yet forcing Keigo's restrained cock to grow even harder than he ever thought possible.

You slowly pulled back from the kiss, taking his lower lip hostage between your teeth, tugging it as far as it could go before finally releasing it. You felt Keigo's hot breaths fanning out across your face, and your grin only grew. You loved breaking him apart, the strong, well-put-together Hawks was an act only for the cameras, only you could ever know the real him, the horny, whiny, needy baby he truly was.

"Look at you, falling apart already? I've barely done shit to you."

"Fuck- that's just 'cause it's you~" he purred

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, doll." Your shit-eating smirk only grew, and Keigo could feel himself melting into the couch cushions. "C'mon, take 'em off, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can do it yourself."

He nodded, hands flying away from your shirt and grappling with his belt buckle faster than you could say 'Hawks.' He tossed his belt behind the couch, not caring if it hit anything, and quickly shimmied out of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. His cock slapped against his stomach, six inches and throbbing.

Looks like his prediction was correct. He was naked. You were not. You didn't look like you were planning on undressing anytime soon, which left Keigo feeling slightly disappointed. However, any negative emotions vanished the second you ran his bright red feather down his nose, over his lips, then under his chin. He knew immediately you were trying to lift his face with the feather, despite the single feather not being strong enough by itself, not unless it was under his control. But he was not in control, you were, and fuck it if that wasn't the best part.

"Good boy~" you praised him, sliding a hand up his bare thigh, brushing it carelessly close to his dick. He bit his lip, eyes flicking between your hand and your eyes.

"Please, please touch me," he whispered, slightly embarrassed by the situation. It had been a long while since you'd last had sex, and an even longer while since you had been the dom. He'd all but forgotten how to properly beg. You could tell.

"Come on, doll, I know you can ask me nicely, or at least better than that." He groaned, hands gripping your hips and attempting to tug you into his lap, a plan formulating in his head that ended in an amazing thighjob. But his plans never worked, not at least with you involved. No, you were too stubborn, one of the many things he loved about you. But not really in this precise situation.

"Nah ah ah~ hands off the merchandise." Your hand squeezed his thigh again, twice this time. That was all he needed to let go. He found purchase in a nearby pillow, moving it behind him and tugging on the little dangly bits on the corners. He forgot what they were called but he was ninety-five percent sure it started with a 'D' or something.

"Fuck, please, I need it, you know I need it, I-I've been nothing but good all day, please touch me, please~" He whined, eyebrows furrowing. That plus his reddened cheeks made just the cutest face. You couldn't wait to make his eyes go crooked and for him to drool.

"That's it, good boy~" You ran the tip of the feather up his cock, circling the tip. He shivered in response, biting back a loud moan. "Come on, don't make me mad, vibrate yourself with your feather~" you cooed, teasing tone making his stomach churn in the best way possible.

He bit his lip, looking down at the feather slowly circling the tip of his dick. It had already nudged his foreskin downwards, leaving the red skin fully exposed. He took a deep breath, trying to block out your presence, and how hard he was, just focusing on the single red feather, twirling around in loops.

He felt it twitch against his skin, before finally starting to shake, then at last it was vibrating. He twitched it away from his dick, slightly nervous about how it might feel. You sighed, pressing it directly onto the little hole at the tip.

"Ghhh- oh fuckkkkk~" he moaned, pressing his head against the couch cushions. It felt better than he ever possibly could have imagined. Feeling the feather on his dick, his dick against his feather, it was double the pleasure. He whined loudly when the vibrations suddenly stopped. "Nooooo I want it, bring it back, please," he begged, looking up at you with wide eyes.

"Doll I didn't even do anything. You lost focus. You gotta try a little harder." you said, tapping the feather against him again. Pre-cum stuck to it, making red glisten with a little bit of white. He cursed at the sight (and feeling) of his own pre on his feather.

Soon enough, it started to buzz again. And you put it back on him. This time, you traced it up and down his base, running it over the tip again. One of his hands flew up to his mouth, knuckles pressing against his lips. His hips bucked up against the vibrating feather.

"Ooooohhhhhh fuckfuckfuckfuck so goooood~" he moaned loudly. Again, the buzzing stopped without warning. "Nooo fuck no! I need it please fuck!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears- no way it was really that good. You'd have to ask him to use his feathers on you sometime.

"I know baby, I know," you ran your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. His breath hitched, golden eyes filling with tears of pleasure. "But you gotta focus to get it done, okay?" he nodded, wiping his tears, but he only managed to spread the warm, salty liquid over his face, making him appear even more debauched.

How cute

You wrapped your hand around his dick when it started to vibrate again, the feather curled up between your palm and his dick. Slowly, you began to jerk him off, feeling the feather vibrate faster than you'd felt any toy vibrate, and his dick throbbing and pulsing against you left you feeling like you just might cum in your pants.

"FUCK!" he shouted, back arching off the couch. One of his legs flew upwards, toes curling around the air. He was shaking at this point, looking like he was just on the verge of cumming. "Oh, Godddd fuckkkmeeeee~" he wailed, tears overflowing and falling down his flushed cheeks.

"No god's gonna fuck you, darling, only I will because you belong to me. Isn't that right?" You pulled on his hair and his moans grew louder, the vibrations intensifying, which you thought was impossible at the rate it had been buzzing against your skin and his.

"Youuuuu fuck- I- I belong to youuuu~" he moaned, hiccuping a little.

"Fuck, you're so fucking cute like this, so adorable when you fall apart beneath me, gonna break soon?" He sniffed loudly, nodding. His moan broke out into a disappointed wail when the vibrations stopped again. He tried to get it to move but it just wasn't going to. You opened your palm, revealing the feather, the stem bent awkwardly. Hawks sighed, sadness filling his eyes.

"I was just 'bout to cum too..." he whimpered.

"Oh, you'll still cum. We don't need anything else between us anymore~" you tossed the feather aside before spitting into your palm, beginning to jerk him off again. It certainly didn't feel nearly as good as it did with the feather, but at this point, he was so close he just couldn't give two fucks about how good it felt, just that it would get him where he needs.

"Oh yes yes yes fuck yes more more- gonna cum gonna cum ooooh fuck baby you're gonna make me cum!" He cried out, bucking up into your hand, sobbing as pre ran down the sides of his dick and onto your fingers.

You pulled him to you by his hair, loving the loud moan he let out from the pain. You pressed your lips right up against his ear.

"Then fucking cum, my baby boy~" you purred seductively. Moments later, his whole body spasmed, legs shaking violently and wings flaring outwards. He wailed, screaming as he finally came into your hand, white ribbons landing on his legs, stomach, and even a little on the couch. Subconsciously, he knew he'd have to clean that up later, but he was not about to worry about that right now.

"Godamn! If that wasn't the hottest thing I've ever seen!" you exclaimed, truly in awe at just how good his orgasm looked. He had gone limp, flopped back against the couch, and panting. You pulled your hand away from his dick, licking away the bits of cum from your skin before sitting down next to him, tugging his body closer to you.

"Unf, that was the best damn orgasm of my life," he murmured, voice a little hoarse.

"Looked like it, you alright darling? Can I get you anything? Water, blankets, bath?" You worried a little, hoping you didn't completely brain-fuck him.

"Jus' some cuddles." his head flopped down on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he yawned.

"Hey birdie, don't fall asleep on me," you chuckled. "We still gotta get you all cleaned up and put in bed."

"Not... a problem..." he whispered, breath tickling your skin as he nodded off.

"Heh, that's a problem," you smiled affectionately. He deserved his rest. You resolved to stay still for a little while, then clean him up as gently as you could before carrying him to bed. He wasn't that heavy, after all. "I love you, my darling Keigo~" you whispered, resting your head on top of his and closing your eyes.

Maybe the mess could be cleaned tomorrow, you were also very tired.

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