reflections
kate bishop x reader
summary: kate shows you how much she enjoys the gift you got her for her birthday.
warnings: 18+ pls, smut, mirror sex, strap use, kate refers to her strap as her cock, tummy bulge, edging (maybe?), kate really wants you to watch.
a/n: guys idk whats wrong with me what happened to my long works?? did they get lost in my break? find out next time 👹 do not repost for any reason.
the room was dark, the only source of light coming from the tv playing a movie that had been long forgotten. hands held your hips in a tight grip, kate’s breath against your neck. “look, baby,” she whispers in your ear, tilting your head up to look at the mirror in front of you.
the sight elicits a quiet whine from you. your legs spread wide open, kate’s strap buried deep in your cunt, you’re almost certain you can see it cause a bulge in your belly. it’s purple, matching kate’s signature color perfectly. your eyes try to find kate’s, but they’re much too concentrated on where the two of you meet.
her hand moves down to your thigh, squeezing gently at the fat of it. “kate,” you whine, grinding against the strap. it nudges against your walls so perfectly, a moan falling from your lips. kate’s eyes meet yours, they’re dark, full of need.
“hmm?” she hums, pressing a kiss to skin below your ear. it sends a shiver down your spine.
“please, js’ fuck me. need it so bad,” you slur, grinding your hips against her strap. kate smiles against your skin before guiding your hips to bounce on the strap. kate’s hand previously holding your thigh moves to rub tight circles against your swollen clit. your eyes roll back, loud whines falling from your lips.
“so needy, baby. if you wanna cum, you’ll have to watch me fuck you,” she murmurs. your gaze snaps to your reflection, not wanting to have your orgasm ripped away from you. “good girl.”
“fuck, kate.” she picks up her pace, bucking her hips up to meet your sopping cunt. its all so good, the stretch of the strap, the way it presses against your sweet spots so perfectly, it’s all so good, so fucking good.
“look at you, takin’ my cock so well, hmm?” you nod, unable to form the words. “yeah,” she draws out, biting the skin of your neck gently. your walls squeeze around the plastic of kate’s strap and she cants seem to tear her gaze from the scene in front of her. her fingers graze your stomach before pushing down against the bulge her strap causes. “look baby,” she whispers. your eyes are already locked on her hands. “my cock’s fillin’ you up so good, so much, look at how good im fillin’ you up, baby.” her words are so nasty, your cheeks heat up.
“katee,” your head falls back against her shoulder and kate’s movements are quick to halt. “nonono, please katie, need to cum so bad,” you whine out, trying desperately to save your orgasm by grinding down against her strap. her hands grip your hips, stopping your movements.
“no, what did i tell you, baby? you gotta watch if you wanna cum. don’t be shy now, baby, won’t do you any good,” her words are firm and you try to lift your head up to watch. “good girl,” she murmurs as you lift your head.
her previous actions resume, her fingers teasing your clit, other hand holding your hip to help fuck up into you. you can feel your orgasm approaching, the coil in your stomach so close to snapping.
kate bites your shoulder gently before placing a kiss on it. “cum, baby, know you wanna,” she whispers. minutes pass before you’re coming undone on her strap.
“yeah, just like that, doin’ so good, baby,” she murmurs as you come down from your high. you’re breathless, the feeling of her strap still buried deep inside of you feeling so fucking good. “thanks for the birthday gift, baby,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck.
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How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day
pairings Steve Rogers x reader
warnings none, teeth rotting fluff
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Like Bucky Steve is very old school. Therefore, it’s not a hard decision for him on what to do on Valentines Day. First of all, he wrote you a little love letter, telling you to be ready on Valentines Day, 7pm. And you do just that, just as you finish putting on some lipstick there’s a knock at your door. Excitedly you open it to find Steve standing there, a bouquet of flowers in hand and a huge smile all over his face. “Happy Valentines Day” he says and patiently wait for your reaction. “You look amazing, darling” he looks you up and down and you can’t take his cute look anymore and just wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Steve returns the kiss and smiles softly at you as you part after a couple of seconds. “You ready to go?” As soon as you nod he gently takes your hand and leads the way. He takes you to a vintage bar nearby where you spend the evening. You talk and laugh a lot together, and eventually he is even comfortable enough to dance with you to the music out of an old jukebox. And for a moment he even forgets all the stress and responsibilities he has as Captain America. He feels sent back in time, with you, the love of his life, swaying in his arms.
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