#the school of education's office i am so serious.

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Adult Education Part 8 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Plans for the fraternity alumni fundraiser that Jessica is in charge of are starting to take shape. And things with Jake are starting to heat up. But even after she tries her best to take care of her students in her own way, she feels like she will never be successful at this college.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, swearing, smutty thigh riding, 18+

Length: 5200 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

Jessica settled down in the spare seat in her friend's office with her slightly stale peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a notebook. "Wait, say that again. Beer pong with micro brewed beer? Come on, Advanced Calculus. Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose of the frat boy vibe?" she asked with her pencil poised over the paper. 

The other woman laughed as she ate the turkey and avocado roll ups that her husband packed for her gorgeous looking lunch. Jessica would have had some of Jake's chili to bring except that she finished all of it on Sunday and Monday while she texted him about how good it was. 

"It would be an elevated frat boy vibe. I spent the weekend asking my husband what he would want out of an alumni event with his fraternity, and he came up with some pretty compelling ideas."

Jessica bit into her sandwich with a frown and chewed. "But depending on the turnout, a few kegs of fancy beer could be very expensive."

She shook her head and offered Jessica some mixed berries and a honey dipping sauce which she immediately accepted. "No, because Bradley knows a guy who owns a brewery in Solana Beach. He said he'd ask for a favor if you wanted him to."

Jessica perked up immediately. She had a friend. A friend who had a nice husband who was offering to help her out. As much as she wanted to dream big and believe she could get tenure if this thing was successful, she was afraid to hope too hard. 

But she couldn't help herself. "Solana Beach isn't that far away. You think this guy would really cut me some sort of deal? My budget from the school is pretty tiny."

She shrugged. "He was in Bradley's fraternity at UVA. He's actually a really nice guy, so I wouldn't be too surprised."

Jessica only had to think about it for another second. "Okay yes. I am very interested in this idea." Then she ate a few more berries and jotted down some other ideas they came up with. hors d'oeuvres from the culinary school

frat boys in tuxedos

sparkling wine

silent auction

As she was finishing the last item, the other woman asked, "How was your weekend with Jake?"

When Jessica met her eyes, she could tell she was blushing. But she laughed softly and said, "I think he's my boyfriend?"

"Really?" she asked, nearly dropping her turkey roll up on her lap. "I'm sorry, but are you serious? You and Jake are exclusive?"

"Yes," Jessica whispered. Right? Hadn't he made it clear he wasn't seeing anyone else and didn't want to? Oh shit. It had been so long since she'd done this, maybe she wasn't even doing it correctly. "Is that okay?"

"Oh my god! He just... I don't think... I don't ever remember mention of him having a girlfriend. Usually he just-" She cut herself off with a wince.

"Picks girls up for the night?" Jessica supplied. She sensed that about him and the way he'd told her some things about himself. But he also bought a new truck so he could make sure he was on time to see her. There was a lot to unpack here.

"Well. Yeah. But I'm not saying I'm surprised that he's into you! You're great! I'm just surprised in general."

"Same." She just hoped she wasn't about to make a fool of herself when Jake stopped by later during her office hours. When she uncrossed and recrossed her legs, she could feel the pull of the green lace against her skin underneath her cute pleated skirt, and her sheer stockings felt like silk. 

"Aside from the fact that he once called me Dr. Tits when he was belligerently drunk at my house, Jake is, and I say this a bit begrudgingly, actually really sweet. And kind. He dropped off two tickets for a Grateful Dead cover band last night since Bradley drove him around a few times after his truck broke down."

"I'm sorry.... did you say he called you Dr. Tits? Please, I'm going to need you to elaborate on that."

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Jake spent Monday night making the most perfect lasagna of his life and waiting until it cooled down to pack some individual containers for Jessica. Then when he left for work on Tuesday, he left them all lined up in his refrigerator so he could grab them on his way to her office hours. 

There was a guest speaker today, and Jake grabbed the empty seat next to Bradley who was trying to discreetly text his wife under the table before the lecture started. 

"What's Dr. Tits up to?" he drawled, earning an eye roll. 

"Text her yourself if you want to know," came the raspy response. "I'm going right to campus after work today to keep her company while she's on a phone conference," he added with a smirk. "Might stop by and talk to your girlfriend about her fundraiser while I'm there."

"That fraternity thing she has to do?" 

"Yeah," Bradley replied, finally putting his phone away. "Sugar asked me to be nice to her, so I'm going to try to save her some money on beer from Beta Brewing."

"Isn't that the place that ages the beer in bourbon barrels and sells it for an outrageous price?"

"Yeah," Bradley said with a laugh. "A guy who was in my fraternity owns it. I haven't seen him in a bit, but I was kind enough to text him on behalf of Jessica. Now will you please stop calling my wife Dr. Tits?"

"No," Jake replied smoothly as Maverick called everyone to attention. 

Bradley just grunted in response.

When they were released from the lecture, Jessica's office hours had already begun. Jake hadn't texted her much since he knew Tuesdays were busy for her. He just needed to get there before 7:00, because somehow if he arrived during her office hours, it made him feel like her student. And that made everything feel a little dirty. And he really fucking liked that. Plus she told him she was going to wear something sexy, and he'd been dying to find out what that meant.

He swung by his place and picked up the containers of lasagna and packed them in a cooler, and then he was off in his new truck. He could count on one hand the number of times he'd visited this part of the city before he met Jessica, but now he was constantly searching the side streets along campus for a parking spot. Tonight he found one on the same block as a familiar, blue Bronco.

Of course he got some looks from the college girls as he strolled toward the math and science building in his khaki uniform, but he was met with a glare from a man a little older than him with salt and pepper hair when he walked inside. 

"Evening," Jake drawled as the other man silently examined his uniform. He could feel eyes on him as he walked toward the elevators. It wasn't like he was forbidden to be here, so he just ignored him. This ride up to her floor and the walk down the hallway had become familiar to Jake. But when he raised his hand to knock, he heard the doorknob turn from the inside along with Jessica's muffled voice. So he leaned back against the opposite wall as the door cracked open. 

"Luca, there's no way I'm going to try out your skateboard."

"Come on, Dr. Reed. Just for a minute? It'll be really fun. But you probably shouldn't wear high heels."

She sighed and pulled her door open further, but she didn't notice Jake yet. "Fine. I'll try your skateboard on Thursday only after you show up on time and give me a full hour of your best effort."

"Sweet!" Luca said, giving her a high five. But now she was distracted by Jake as he smiled at her. 

"Not in the hallway!" Jessica shouted after Luca who set his board down and promptly picked it back up again. 

"My bad, Dr. Reed!"

Jessica was already wrapped up in Jake's arm, her lips ghosting over his. "Hey, Reedy," he whispered, and then he was being jerked away from the wall as she led him inside and closed the door, leaning back against it.

"Hi," she whispered back. Jake let his eyes drift down over her petite form and back up again, every inch of clothing and everything that was bare to him was making him salivate. She had on a rather short pleated skirt with sheer stockings and black heels. Plus he could see the telltale green strap peeking out from the white camisole as her cardigan slipped down her bare shoulder.

He swallowed hard. "You look nice, Baby. You having a good day?"

"Yes!" she gushed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him harder this time. "My faculty meeting was blessedly canceled this morning, and I ate lunch with Advanced Calculus." 

Jake set the cooler down on her desk in the tiny office so he could have better access to her body. "That's great. You call her Advanced Calculus? That's actually so cute," he said as his hands came to rest on her hips. 

Jessica laughed, and he felt warm all over. "Yes, and she calls me Advanced Physics. And she's helping me plan that fraternity fundraiser along with her husband. Bradley actually stopped by a little while ago, before Luca was here. He's just the best. Advanced Calculus is so lucky."

"He's the best?" Jake asked, one eyebrow raised as he leaned down and kissed her bare shoulder making her shiver. "She's so lucky?"

When he ran his nose along that pretty green bra strap, she gasped. "Not as lucky as me."

Jake chuckled and murmured, "That's my smart girl." He brushed her hair aside and kissed his way from her shoulder up her neck to her ear while she clung to him. 

She cleared her throat and asked, "How was your day?" as she tried to pull away from him. But Jake kept her right where she was. 

"Better now," he promised. "Had to sit through a talk about the updates coming to my jet this summer. A new mechanical override and an updated comms system among other things."

"Ohhh," she sighed. "Did they give you a new spec sheet?" Her eyes were curious behind her glasses, and Jake was grinning.

"Sure did. You wanna see it?"

"Yes!"

"Well, that's classified, Baby."

She pouted and said, "Come on, Jake. I won't tell anyone. Can't you sneak one home with you or something?"

He ran his big hands up and down her back. "You want to work out some of the calculations, don't you?"

"Of course I do," she replied softly, and Jake was getting a little hot just thinking about her sitting in his kitchen with a pencil and a calculator. He trailed his hand down to her ass, and she was kissing him again as she touched his pins.

"If you really want to see them," he said between kisses, "I'll sneak them out." She giggled as she kissed his neck, and then his nose was buried in her hair. "God, you look so sexy, and you smell so sweet."

Her glasses bumped his cheek when she kissed his ear and raked her fingers through his hair. Every inch of the front of her body was pressed to his, and Jake just knew there was no coming back from this right now. Jessica had dressed like this with him in mind, and while her outfit was totally work appropriate, it was also a thing of fantasies. Skirts and heels and green lingerie and stockings. 

"I can't seem to stop thinking about you," she said in the sweetest voice before she sucked on his lip. He wondered if her stockings were the kind that ended at her thighs or the ones that went all the way up to her waist. He needed to know. She didn't make him wait for an answer. Jessica guided him to the chair behind her desk, and he sat down a little hard. She was standing right in front of him with her gaze fixed on his pants, and when Jake glanced down, he could see the outline of his cock as he stood at attention for her. 

"I'm sorry," he grunted, "but you turn me on so much."

"Don't apologize," she breathed, and he was treated to the sight of her sliding that cardigan down her arms. When she turned slightly and dropped it onto her desk, her skirt rode up her leg. Jake could see the lace trimmed top of her stocking hugging her thigh, and he groaned so loudly, her gaze snapped back to his. 

"Jessica." His voice was a needy whine, and for some reason this was so much worse than when he almost fucked her on his couch. Because she was his girl now, and he wanted every inch of her well acquainted with every inch of him. "Come here." When he patted his right thigh, she obeyed him immediately, coming to stand with his knee between her legs. 

Then she hesitated, and Jake didn't want to push anything. When he was just about to tell her that nothing sexual needed to happen here, he watched her reach up underneath her skirt and bend a little at the waist. His gaze shifted so rapidly from her pretty eyes to the lacy tops of her sheer stockings, he thought he might pass out. And then she started to slide that green thong down her hips to her thighs, and Jake caught the briefest glimpse of her pussy before her underwear was down her legs and her skirt fell into place once more.

"Fuck. Jessica." He was a panting mess as she stepped out of her thong and handed it to him. It was wet, and when he pressed it to his nose, it smelled incredible. And she was once again positioning herself with her legs straddling his right one before she came to rest with her pussy on his khaki covered thigh.

"Is this okay?" she whispered as her right knee nudged his cock, and his head tipped back slightly. She bit her lip and ran one gentle finger along his name tag, spelling out SERESIN while she looked him in the eye. 

"Yeah," he groaned. "God. It's more than okay." She kissed him with her palm planted on his chest, and Jake was living for the way her hips rocked forward. 

Her glasses and hair were tickling his face as she brought her other hand up to his neck, and then Jessica rocked her hips back and forward once again along his thigh. There was a smile on her lips as she kissed him and whispered, "You can set that down, you know." 

Jake was still gripping her thong in his hand, and he pressed it to his mouth and lips one more time before stuffing it in his breast pocket. The fact that she was rubbing her bare ass and pussy on his uniform had him painfully hard, but he didn't want her to stop. This was a thousand times better than any lap dance he'd ever had before. 

"You excited to see me today, Baby?" he asked, squeezing both of her knees with his hands and then guiding them up to her skirt. "This is a very warm welcome."

Her cheeks were flushed as Jake pushed her skirt up a few inches to play with the lace stockings. When he ran his thumbs along the soft, bare skin of her inner thighs, she whined his name. "Jake!" 

"Fuck," he grunted, squeezing her with both hands as she rode his thigh, now gripping both of his shoulders. She was kind of jerking her hips along as her glasses slid down her nose. Jake leaned in to kiss her neck and chest as he whispered, "You gonna get off like this?" She squeaked as his fingers toyed with her stockings before he brushed her wet slit with his thumb. 

"I never did before," she said, eyes a little wild now. Every time she rolled her hips back so she was sitting on her ass, she grunted a soft little sound that almost sent him through the roof. 

"Baby, you can't tell me things like that and make those perfect little sounds okay?" he whispered. "Because now I need to get you off." He guided one hand around to palm her bare ass and tipped her chin up with the other. "Okay?" he asked, running his thumb along her lips. She nodded and kissed his thumbprint before he reached down and lifted up her skirt. "Holy hell," he moaned. Her pussy looked exquisite, and there was a wet spot the size of her palm on his service khakis from her slick.

While he was absolutely aching to get his cock inside her, he knew there would be time for that later. This weekend, perhaps. But right now, he thought she was close to coming on his fucking uniform. In her goddamn office. On the college campus. And he needed to make it a reality, because he could feel her wetness on his leg as she ground down against him. 

So he kept his left hand on her ass, guiding her movements just a little slower as he took one more look at her pink pussy spread open for him, and he stroked her clit with his right thumb. And then Jessica was shaking almost instantly as she kissed his lips and muttered something incoherent. 

"Come on baby. You're so close," he whispered between kisses. "This is so hot." Every time her knee bumped his cock, he thought he might cum in his pants, but he kept her going. 

"Oh. My. God!" she whined suddenly before sucking in a deep breath and arching her back. Jake rubbed his face across her tits, nipples peaked through the fabric of her bra and camisole. And then she was coming and keening, and he eased up the pressure of his thumb and enjoyed every sound she made for him.

Jessica collapsed against his chest, lips pressed to his ear and cheek as she combed her fingers through his hair and rode out the little aftershocks. He ran his hand along her ass, stroking her until she stopped rocking gently against him. As she kissed her way to his lips, her fingers found his insignia pins just like always. Their kisses were soft and leisurely like she'd really worn herself out, and when she shifted, he grunted as her knee nudged his cock again.

She looked at him with wide eyes as she brought her hand down to his pants. "I'm so sorry," she gasped with a soft laugh. "I'm in such a daze, I wasn't even thinking. Let me take care of you."

Jake was shaking his head and immediately reaching for her hand. "Absolutely not." He would cum in an instant if she touched his bare dick with any part of her pretty body, and that was not something he was interested in at the moment. 

"Why not?" she asked, looking thoroughly upset now as she pulled away from him to stand. Jake had to bite his knuckle at the sight of the mess she left on his khakis, and his cock jumped painfully in his pants. 

"Baby, look what you did," he crooned, gesturing at his thigh. "It's gorgeous." But when he met her eyes, she was blushing and reaching for her cardigan. "Jessica, I can't have you taking care of this for me right now. I'm too worked up, and I'd rather have blue balls than cum as soon as you look at me, okay?"

She laughed as she pulled her sweater on, and she let Jake kiss her. "Okay," she replied softly as she looked down at his wet pants. "I can't believe I did that."

"Listen," he whispered, boxing her in between his body and her desk. "I think you should come spend the weekend at my place. Pack an overnight back and some more journals... the real sexy ones on the top shelf over there." He jerked his chin toward her bookshelf. "And I'll steal you a top secret spec sheet that could cost me some of my pins that you like touching so much."

"I could do that," she replied with a smile. "I need to go up to Beta Brewing with Bradley on Saturday morning, but after that, I'm free."

Jake kissed her as he pulled her green thong out of his pocket. "Sounds perfect. And I'm going to need you to wear this again on Saturday, okay? I didn't even get to see the bra yet."

She balled it up in her hand like she was suddenly embarrassed by it. "Alright." But he tipped her chin up again so she was looking at him.

"I can't get enough of you."

Then the sweet kisses returned before she took him by the hand and selected a small stack of journals for him to take him. "Here's a spicy one from the top shelf," she told him with a smile that made him feel weak. Then he said he would walk her and the cooler of food to her car. And she tried to hide her face against his pins when that same guy was walking through the lobby again, because Jake still had a wet spot on his pants from her pussy. 

"You think I care?" he whispered to her before he nodded at the guy with salt and pepper hair. "I got my girl with me, and she got off on me."

"Jake," she gasped with a laugh, pulling him outside quickly. "He's the head of the chemistry department. And he already hates me."

"Who in their right mind could hate you?" His mind drifted for a moment to all the supposed rumors about her that were floating around. "Wait, is he the guy who got permanently banned from Chippy's?" He dug his feet in and there was no way she could pull him anywhere. "Why doesn't he like you?"

Jake was turning back to look into the building, ready to give this asshole a piece of his mind, but Jessica was still pulling on him. "Don't worry about it. Walk me to my car so we can make out." But he was going to worry about it. And yeah, he made out with her next to her car until he was starting to get hard again, which was honestly very painful now. And he was still thinking about it when he watched her pull away. He headed home to jerk off and start to consider what he could cook this weekend, but it still really irritated him that someone found something to dislike about the first woman he ever thought he could be serious with. Because in his mind, she was perfect. 

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"Luca, focus on the math, or I'm not going to embarrass myself on your skateboard."

"Sorry, Dr. Reed."

Jessica had to keep drawing her failing student's attention back to the problem sheet in front of him, but that threat really seemed to do the trick. For some reason, this kid really wanted to see her eat asphalt. And now he was solving all of the problems correctly. "Yes! Keep going." She watched him write out the long equation for the last question, and she murmured, "One just like that will be on the exam next week."

"Sweet," he replied with a smile. "I'll study this weekend. Weather is supposed to be shitty for surfing."

She rolled her eyes but collected his paper when he was finished. "This is all correct," she said as she stood up on the other side of the desk in her sneakers and pantsuit. "You just always rush instead of taking your time. I know you can pass my classes. You need them to graduate on time."

"I know," he whined and sat back in the other chair. "I'll keep coming to your office hours."

"Just keep trying and keep studying. I know it's not as hard as you think it is."

Then he stood and picked up his skateboard, and Jessica groaned. "Okay, but only for a minute."

"You say that now, but I think you're going to love it," Luca said as she followed him out of her office and down the hallway. "You're at least fifty years younger than everyone else who works here. You might think skateboarding is fun."

Jessica had to stifle a snort as they walked past Dr. Leeland's open door where he was napping in his chair. "That's not polite, Luca," she managed to say.

"Yeah, but it's still true."

On the ride down the elevator, she listened to him explain how to keep yourself balanced while riding. "Don't make any sudden movements. And don't lean backwards. Actually, don't lean forward either."

Jessica sighed. At least she could spend about a half second on this skateboard and then excuse herself back up to her office to pack up. Then she could call Jake on her way home and hear his sexy voice and talk about the weekend.

Once they were outside on the deserted sidewalk which was lit up by the dying sunset and campus security lights, Luca set the skateboard down with a huge grin on his face. "You're the coolest, Professor Reed. Now step up with your right foot."

She tried it and shook her head before planting both feet back on the ground. "Nope. It's already rolling away!"

"Here. I'll stand on the front so it won't move so much while you get on it."

With a deep sigh, she tried it again, but she started wobbling from side to side this time. "Luca!" she gasped, reaching for his outstretched hand. "This is not fun!"

He was laughing as he said, "It takes practice. Just hold my hand for a second and push off with your left foot." When he removed his foot from the board, she pushed off and went gliding forward as she screeched and held onto his hand with a death grip. "Yeah! That's it!" 

She jumped off, looked at him, and said, "Can I do it again?" 

Five minutes later, she was laughing as she tried pushing off with her right foot. "I can recommend a great skate shop for you!" Luca said as she slowly skated away from him and down the sidewalk. Damn, this was kind of addicting. She jumped down and skated back toward him as she cackled.

"You better move. I'm coming in hot!" she said, rolling so slowly it was laughable. Then she looked up into the icy blue eyes of Brian Conley who was scowling at her. She jumped awkwardly off of the skateboard, and it continued to roll to Luca who picked it up.

"What the hell are you doing, Dr. Reed?" Brian practically yelled even though she was right in front of him. She hated that she immediately felt tears stinging behind her eyes. "Can't you be professional for even just ten minutes?"

"I was just-" she started, but then Luca cut in when she really wished he wouldn't.

"It was my idea, Dr. Conley. Dr. Reed just finished tutoring me, and I thought it would be fun."

Brian just shook his head and sighed. "That's enough fun for one day I think."

"I'm sorry, Dr. Reed," Luca muttered as he hoisted his backpack on and started skating away. And then Jessica really wished she could vanish, because Jake was heading up the sidewalk at a blistering pace, a scowl on his handsome features while Brian went off.

"It's not your job to be messing around with your students. It is your job to be teaching them. I know for a fact that you have several students failing your classes, and I don't think skateboarding with them is quite the correct answer here, do you? If you think you're even close to being qualified for tenure, you are out of your mind!"

All she could picture was Leeland asleep during his office hours. All she wanted to do was relate to Luca a little bit to keep him interested in things. She was just upholding her end of the bargain since he did so great with the practice problems.

"You're such an asshole," she whispered as her vision blurred with unshed tears. 

When Brian took a step closer so that he was almost touching her, Jessica heard Jake's voice call out in a loud bark. "Hey! Why is she crying?"

"I'm okay," she said softly which just made her want to cry even more. She pushed Brian away from herself and walked the rest of the way toward Jake who had his hands in fists and fire in his eyes. "I'm okay." She had to plant both palms on his chest to get him to look at her instead of Brian. 

"Why are you crying?" he asked, gentler this time as Brian stormed back inside the building. "Should I be going after him?"

"No," she said as she hiccuped, and Jake pulled her against his chest so her glasses got smashed at a weird angle. But she immediately felt better. "What are you doing here?"

He rubbed her back and said, "I missed you and thought maybe you'd want to go to Chippy's after your office hours. I know you were supposed to help that kid Luca, but I figured you might feel like getting a Sam Adams with me. Didn't know I'd potentially have to kick that guy's ass."

Jessica felt like she was going to say something she had no business telling him yet. So she tamped down the words and instead said, "You don't need to kick Brian Conley's ass. He's not even worth it. And I would absolutely love to go to Chippy's with you."

She kissed Jake long and hard on the lips before leading him inside and back up to her office to pack up her things and lock the door. Then they walked across the street, hand in hand. Jake held the door for her, and he finally looked a little calmer now as he walked into Chippy's right behind her. 

"I'm just waiting for him to glare at me," Jake said as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "I really need to take you to the Hard Deck one night, because honestly, Penny could give him a run for his money."

"I'd love to see that," she said with her first smile since she was on the skateboard. She laced her fingers with Jake's and led him to an empty table.

"Reedy," Chippy called out, and sure enough, there was a special glare reserved for Jake. Jessica was beaming by the time he pulled out a stool for her and kissed her. 

"I'll be right back. Hopefully," Jake said with a look of extreme fear as he headed to the bar. This was her peaceful space away from Brian. And she felt safe with Jake and Chippy. And Jake was completely right; a beer and some peanuts were exactly what she needed right now. 

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Can't wait to check in with Beer Boy's former frat brother. And can't wait for Reedy to spend some more time at Jake's place. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 9

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COD-Sut up challenge

hello everyone! Yes I’m still alive

Summary : For this post I had the idea to use the challenge in which a child says "shut up" to his mother (with the accod of the parent) to see the reaction of the father

Warming : Very slight sexual incinuation, implied violence

Word count :8,5k

Gif not mine - I speak bad English and I am dislexyque, so sorry for the inconvenience

Ghost

Simon sat quietly in front of his computer. Her son ran into the living room, while you drop your husband a tea, you kiss his forehead and send a quick look at your son, the signal.

«(N/B) Stop running please» you hide somehow the phone that filmed the reaction of Ghost.

«Shut up mom»

The reaction is immediate, Simon grabs the arm of (N/B) to stop him in his race and gives him the most severe look.

"What did you just say?"

“Simon…” You step in and tell him it was a joke. But he cuts you before you continue.

“No one in this fucking house disrespects you. Even outside, no one has the right”

Simon’s grip was not strong, his cold tone was enough to bring anyone to attention.

«Luv, darling, it’s a joke» I smile gently to him showing my phone

He frowns and lets go of your son’s arm. His gaze fixed in your eyes «Run»

You wasted no time and ran fast, your husband on your heels while your son laughed in the background.

Konig

Konig dried the dishes while you sat on the couch. Your daughter sat in the seat in front of you. She was smiling and waiting for you to start. Your phone hiding behind a cushion and turned towards the kitchen door

«Honey, did you clean your room today?» You say loud enough for Konig to hear

Your daughter does not answer and puts her hand on her mouth to prevent herself from laughing.

«Mom asked you a question, luv» Gently said Konig while continuing his task. From the kitchen, he had no visibility on your daughter waiting for the right moment.

"So (N/G)? Did you make your room?" I repeat my question with an thumbs up.

«Shut up mom» Can she say, the most serious voice possible

You’ve never seen Konig turn so quickly towards you

«kleines Herz (little heart) comes here» Your daughter gets up and goes to see her father. Konig lowers himself to his height and takes his little hand «You must not speak like that, your mother and I love you with all our heart, but respect goes both ways...» He would continue to gently correct your daughter, but frowned as he saw her try to stop laughing. Slightly bewildered, he looked at you. His only response was your loving gaze, and when he looked down, he saw the phone half hiding behind a cushion.

“Oh. So you gang up against me?” He quickly got up and grabbed your daughter and put her under his arm. She struggles laughing while her father quickly approaches you. He grabbed you before you could do anything and put you on his shoulder «meine beiden Töchter (my two daughters) enjoys teasing me? I’m going to have to take revenge!" He says happily as he heads to the bathroom.

“You won’t dare?” You try to get off his shoulder and understand what he was going to do.

“You really want to test me meine Liebe (my love)?” He put you both in the bathtub and took the shower head «Last words to say?»

Your daughter tried to echo her father between two laughs, but he lit the water on you two «We will see if you will still want to make jokes next time» He says in a proud tone

Price

He was in his office filling out paperwork, his door was open.

You enter by straightening your coat, your phone hide in the outer pocket of your coat.

“(N/G) Come kiss your dad before I take you to school” I tell my daughter when she walks by the door.

«Shut up mom» She says without stopping to walk

You look at your husband who continued to write quietly, as if he had heard nothing

“You don’t say anything?” You ask.

Without even looking up from his papers, John answers: «One, we educated our daughter well, she would never say that. Two, I heard you laughing and whispering in his room, not even 10 minutes ago. And three...” He finally looks up at you, with a smile on his lips «You have hidden your phone very badly» He nods to your pocket where the phone was on the verge of falling «Well tried anyway, my love»

Makarov (I know, I know. Already the idea that he has a wife is impossible, so to have a child... But let me dream!)

He was on the phone with Yuri, a paper in his hand and pacing in the living room. You were putting wood in the fire because of the cool Russian

«(N/G) you can give me this log please?» you made an expres to put a log quite far from you. Your daughter was right next door and was reading a book, waiting for the right moment.

«Shut up mom» You often found that your daughter resembled her father, and while she said this sentence with the most neutral look possible, it confirmed the thing.

Your gaze turned to your husband who had a cold face and eyes turned to his daughter

«I’ll call you back later Yuri» He didn’t wait for an answer and hung up «What did you say to my wife?» He asked, the cold tone "As far as I know, you were not educated like that. Apologize quickly."

“Why would I do it?” (N/G)

“Because before it was your mother, it was my wife, and it still is. No one disrespects her. No one disrespects you either.” He said to her, “You must respect the people who deserve it. And your mother is the person who most deserves your respect.”

"My love." Step in. His head turns to you, his gaze slightly less cold, "It’s a joke."

He takes a slight breath and closes his daughter’s ears

“I’m going to make you regret this when she goes to bed.”

A shiver of excitement runs through you. You’ll probably have to find an excuse to explain why you’ll have trouble walking the next day.

Graves

Phillip was doing push-ups in the living room, you were sitting on his back, the strength he always amazed you.

Your son entered the living room.

“Cheri, can you grab my book, please?” I wink at him. Your son nods and takes an innocent face.

Shut up mom

Graves stop while he was going to chain another pump

“I should have put on a condom.”

You give him a little blow to the head for his comment. He laughs at that, then continues his push-ups. You thought he wasn’t gonna say anything else, but he called your son

«Apologize quickly before I ask Mom to get off my back»

«Pardon» said your son in you a little smile

«Well, now give him his book, and I don’t hear you talking like that anymore»

I run my hand through Phillip’s wet hair

«It’s a joke, my love»

He stops again, his body a few centimeters from the ground. He leaned slightly to his right to make you fall on your back, the soft carpet receiving your body. And before you can straighten up, Phillip is on top of you, "So you’re trying to get our son to prank me?" He smiles.

"No?" His smile grows even more when he sees your weak attempt.

"I will find revenge, darling, and ohhh, believe me, you will regret it."

Rudy

That poor baby just woke up when he heard your son say that.

You and your son had waited machiavelly for him to enter the kitchen

Hearing this quickly woke him up. He put his hand on his son’s shoulder

"Did Uncle Alejandro teach you to talk like that?" He had to yell at his best friend several times for the words he used while your son was nearby

He favors discussion when there is a conflict (except with Alejandro), in addition, it is with a child, and the child in question is his. He wants to resolve this quickly and efficiently.

«Yes» Your son decides to involve his uncle in the joke, and you must restrain yourself so as not to laugh and to pray for this poor man who has nothing to do with it.

«Apologize to mom» He caresses the boy’s head «And don’t talk to him like that anymore, mom is the woman of our life, we shouldn’t speak badly to him» He says softly. Then he takes out his phone

"What are you doing?" You’re frowning.

«I must speak to Alejandro» You could feel the anger emanating from him little by little

Before you could tell him it was a joke. He was already out in the garden

You quickly pick up your phone and send a message to Alejandro: «Sorry»

A few minutes later. Rudy comes back sighing, he takes you in his arms and puts his head on your shoulder

"Why do I feel like we have two children and not one?" You gently run your hand through her hair

Your phone vibrated and when you read the message, you took note to offer a box of chocolate to Alejandro

“I hate you ರ╭╮ರ”

Alejandro

Your husband held you in his arms while you were making breakfast. Your 7-year-old son enters the kitchen while your 5-year-old daughter was already sitting at the table.

“(N/A), did you pack for school?”

Your son, with whom you prepared this farce, slowly walked to the table.

Shut up mom

Alejandro did not even have time to react that your daughter got up and shook her big brother by the t-shirt.

“Never talk like that to Mom!” Your husband quickly grabbed your daughter to keep her away.

«My baby is a joke» I say quickly. (N/B) Laugh at his sister’s reaction while Alejandro always held your sulky daughter in his arms

«She has your character» You smiled at your husband who made a grimace in agreement.

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #konig x reader #price x reader #john price x reader #makarov x reader #rudy parra x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #graves x reader

[shu-of-the-wind]

Okay so I have been asked to cast an eye over SB197 in the WV legislature, which is a new bill introduced to both add a new section to WV law as well as amend an existing section about child neglect and abuse, to see what potential issues I see.

TLDR: this is not only really dangerous from a standpoint of people being trans publicly, since one of the big editions is making being trans a display of obscene material and punishable by law, particularly within school grounds, but I am also seeing a lot of parental rights additions that make me REALLY SCARED of how trans kids are going to be treated in WV. I’m going to go thru it section by section and break down why each section frightens me, so hopefully this is educational for folks.

My creds: I worked in family law as an attorney for three years, I was affiliated with a public defenders office for that same amount of time working primarily with juvenile offenders, and I am still an attorney even if I haven’t worked in those fields for the last six months. Plus I’m trans. And I love WV and wanted to live there. So.

WEST VIRGINIA'S FUN NEW SHITSHOW HORROR HOUSE TIME.

The new section (formally titled §18-5-29, Obscene matter in public schools prohibited [I will be calling it the Obscenity section]) is about 700 words of absolute garbage. Essentially what it distills down to is the following.

Section A: prohibiting anything they label as “obscene matter” in or within 2500 feet of any public school library, classroom, building, or other facility under the supervision of the state board of education and requiring that any school officials or personnel who become aware of the material remove it from school grounds. “Obscene matter” is currently defined in §61-8A-1 of the WV code, pretty fuckin broadly (unconstitutionally so in my opinion but ~that’s me~). So basically anything an “average person applying contemporary community standards would find taken as a whole appeals to the prurient interest or is pandered to a prurient interest” (basically, anything ~unwholesome~), anything that an “average person applying community standards” would find depicts sexually explicit conduct in a “patently offensive way,” or anything that a reasonable person would find “taken as a whole, lacks serious literary, artistic, scientific or political value” which basically means E V E R Y THING.

Section B. This is the one that scares the shit out of me tbqh, cause this is folding in the amendment section I mentioned earlier to another part of the WV code specifically relating to child abuse and neglect. This section mandates that any “school officials or school personnel while engaged in a professional capacity or activity” shall be found to be a “custodian of children” under WV law. This basically makes EVERYONE a mandatory reporter, which like…most professionals already are, but at the same time this is EXPLICITLY MAKING ANYONE WHO WORKS IN THE SCHOOL IN ANY CAPACITY (see: any school officials or school personnel) mandatory reporters regarding “obscene matter.” So if an adult working at the school even SUSPECTS that a child has been exposed to “obscene material “while in any public school facility (unclear from the phrasing if the exposure happened on school property, or if the professional just learns about it there) and they decide not to report it (or they “fail to make a TIMELY report” when there’s no real definition of what timely means) then they can be prosecuted for a misdemeanor and imprisoned.

Section C. The state superintendent is going to establish a procedure to file complaints alleging violations of subsection A. If they find that a violation occurred, they will TELL THE COPS THAT IT HAPPENED.

Section D. No government funds (state or federal) can be used to develop or operate programs “designed to promote or encourage sexual activity, whether homosexual or heterosexual” or “to distribute or aid in distribution of any legally obscene materials” within 2500 feet of a school building or facility. Which, woof. We could unpack everything about that one, but it’ll be most of the review.

Section E. If an adult is found to have committed a felony under the child neglect statute related back to this one (if they’re found to have neglected kids by allowing them to view or possess “obscene material” is my understanding, this bill isn’t written that well) then they will be subject to penalties set forth in a felony, which I’m guessing (on average) is at least a year in jail and a thousand dollar fine, from what I’ve seen of WV felony statutes.

Section F. THIS IS THE OTHER REALLY SCARY ONE TO ME FROM A LEGAL STANDPOINT. “Any student or parent, guardian, or custodian on behalf of a student shall have civil cause of action against a county board, public charter school, state board” if the entity caused or was negligent in allowing a violation of the preceding sections, basically if they let anything slide PARENTS CAN SUE THE SCHOOL which like…if you’re talkin about a trans kid who is not out to their parents, they’re found to have “obscene material” (fanfiction?? Fanfiction could qualify here??? Risque art that isn’t even definitionally pornography?? A book abut transitioning that they’re hiding from their parents???) the school is mandated to not only out this kid to their parents, but the parents can then sue the school if the school DOESN’T OUT THE CHILD. Just spinning a hypothetical here but I hate this.

The rest of the bill is adding in definitions to Article 8A of the WV code, which are as follows. Anything italicized is the new language that has been proposed to be added by the bill; anything NOT italicized was already in the law:

(g) "Graphic," when used with respect to a depiction of sexually explicit conduct, means that a viewer can observe any part of the genitals or pubic area of any depicted person or animal during any part of the time that the sexually explicit conduct is being depicted.

(h) "Identifiable minor" means a person: (i) who was a minor at the time the visual depiction was created, adapted, or modified; or (ii) whose image as a minor was used in creating, adapting, or modifying the visual depiction; and (iii) who is recognizable as an actual person by the person’s face, likeness, or other distinguishing characteristic, such as a unique birthmark or other recognizable feature;  and shall not be construed to require proof of the actual identity of the identifiable minor.

(i) "Indistinguishable" used with respect to a depiction, means virtually indistinguishable, in that the depiction is such that an ordinary person viewing the depiction would conclude that the depiction is of an actual minor engaged in sexually explicit conduct.

(i)(l) "Matter" means any visual, audio, or physical item, article, production transmission, publication, display, exposure, exhibition, or live performance, or reproduction thereof, including any two- or three- dimensional visual or written material, stereopticon, moving picture, slide, film, picture, drawing, not exceeding $500 video, graphic, graphic novel, or computer generated or reproduced image; or any book, not exceeding $500 magazine, newspaper or other visual or written material; or any motion picture or other pictorial representation; or any statue or other figure; or any recording, transcription, or mechanical, chemical, or electrical reproduction; or any other articles, video laser disc, computer hardware and software, or computer generated images or message recording, transcription, or object, or any public or commercial live exhibition performed for consideration or before an audience of one or more.

(j)(m) "Minor" means a an person under eighteen years of age or a person representing himself or herself to be a minor. Any prosecution under this article relating to a victim who is representing himself or herself to be a minor shall be limited to investigations being conducted or overseen by law enforcement.

And the big doozy here is this one:

(k)(n) "Obscene matter" means matter that:

(1) An average person, applying contemporary adult community standards, would find, taken as a whole, appeals to the prurient interest, is intended to appeal to the prurient interest, or is pandered to a prurient interest;

(2) An average person, applying community standards, would find depicts or describes, in a patently offensive way, sexually explicit conduct; and

(3) A reasonable person would find, taken as a whole, lacks serious literary, artistic, political, or scientific value.

(4) For the purposes of any prohibition, protection, or requirement under any and all articles and sections of the Code of West Virginia protecting children from exposure to indecent displays of a sexually explicit nature, such prohibited displays shall include, but not be limited to, any transvestite and/or transgender exposure, performances or display to any minor.

(l)(o) "Parent" includes a biological or adoptive parent, legal guardian, or legal custodian. (underlining this one for the legal side note that remember that custodian language from before??? that's where this kicks in)

(m)(p) "Person" means any adult, partnership, firm, association, corporation, or other legal entity.

(n)(q) "Sexually explicit conduct" means a ultimate definitive sexual act, normal or perverted, between persons of the same or opposite sex, actual or simulated, including genital-genital, oral-genital, anal-genital, or oral-anal sexual intercourse, sodomy, oral copulation of any kind, sexual bestiality, sexual sadism and masochism, masturbation, excretory functions and lewd exhibition of the anus, genitals or pubic area of any person, or lascivious simulated sexual intercourse where the genitals, breast, or pubic area of any person is exhibited.

okay. well.

I mean. This is all just gonna be an absolute garbage hellscape if this gets passed. THE IMPORTANT THING IS IT HAS NOT BEEN PASSED. If you live in WV, you can call folks and say that you are AGAINST the passage of SB197. Call your state or county representatives! They are the people who vote on this! If your representative is on the Judiciary Committee, so much the better, that’s where the bill is being evaluated right now!!! Here is the list of delegates on the committee! Call them!! Make a point to be upset!!! Explain why you don’t want this bill to pass!!! Keep an eye on the Committee website for the dates that the public hearings will be held on this bill, because there likely will be a public hearing people can speak at!! You CAN actually do something, it’s not the end of the world.

Even if you do not live in WV and you live NEAR WV, then 100% reach out to folks you know who live there and give them a safe space to land if they need to get out of the state!!! There are things you can do. Just….a heads up to everyone that this is on the table and it’s something they’re going to be discussing.

#transphobia #queerphobia #west virginia #us politics #political and legal analysis #legal analysis #alix is a lawyer #i hate this #i love west virginia as a state and i hate this as a trans person and an attorney and a child welfare advocate #every bone in my body is full of bees looking at this

[scmg11]

KATE BISHOP x READER

SEX EDUCATION (PART 1)

A/N: HELLO HELLO HELLO PEOPLE! FIRST THING FIRST HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I know I kinda disappeared and went M.I.A. for a while but I'm studying for a really tough exams and it's making me exhausted 😩

Anyway, I didn't stop writing! So here I am with a new chapter that will have a part 2 that I've already wrote and it only needs to be proofread (and a part 3 that I'm actually working on and maybe a few more parts if inspiration hits me!).

So enjoy! And don't forget to tell me what you guys think! ❤️

Sending love ❤️

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Summary: Y/N and Kate got assigned to a new mission into an high school to find expose a few people selling illegal weapons, using their position to get away with it without consequences and getting caught.

Warnings: smut.

Word count: 17817 words.

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Y/N sighed in fatigue after the umpteenth squat she did and let the heavy ball fall off her hands and onto the floor when Maria Hill entered the room calling her name. "Hey Y/N!"

"Hill! What a surprise! How are you?" Y/N walked over the bench where she left her towel and dumped her sweaty forehead as she watched Maria approach her with a small smile.

"Good, things in Washington are pretty crazy, I missed this place."

"Pftt, yeah, stay here for a couple of days and you’ll fly back to Washington in no time." Y/N joked before taking a large gulp of water as Maria laughed gently at her sentence.

"Oh please! A couple of days are too much! I’ll give her 5 hours." Y/N turned around with a snort when she heard Cassie’s voice coming from the gym’s entrance and her stomach lurched up into her throat when she noticed Kate standing beside her with a smug smirk on her face, mirroring the blonde’s one.

"Still too much." Kate butted in with a mischievous tone as she leaned with her left shoulder on the doorstep and crossed her arms under her chest, a gesture that made Y/N’s body set aflame and she thanked her workout and God she could use her workout to justify her red cheeks, as her smile grew bigger, "I’ll give her one hour."

"Keep doing this relentless teasing and I’ll go back to Washington in 2 minutes." Maria joked alongside the girls and made all them laugh heartily with her. "Anyway, I’m sadly here for just a week. Fury asked me to organize a few files and to assign you guys a few missions to work on. I’m starting with Cassie and Kamala. She is already waiting in my office."

"Oh no, called into the principal’s office. Good luck Cass." Y/N joked and dodged a bottle of water when Cassie threw one at her at her mocking while Kate laughed care-freely.

"Do not joke too much about it Y/L/N. You too Bishop. You two are next."

Maria left with Cassie right after, both sporting smug smiles when they saw the other two girls gulp loudly in fright as they met their eyes.

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"Oh girls! Come sit!"

"First of all, do not call my parents okay? It was a stupid prank and it was all her idea!" Y/N continued to joke after letting Kate into Maria’s office and closing the door behind her, taking a seat right beside Kate in front of Maria’s desk and laughed loudly when Kate opened her mouth in outrage and slapped her shoulder with the back of her hand.

"You bitch! That’s how it is now? We agreed on sharing the blame!"

Maria shook her head at the two Avengers’ banter but laughed under her breath, she missed them so much. "Okay kids enough. As much as I love this, we need to discuss a few serious things. I have a mission for you two."

"Great! It’s been a month since my last mission and I missed going on the field to kick some ass!" Y/N clapped her hands enthusiastically and smiled at Kate, who sported her same ecstatic expression as she nodded at her in agreement.

"Well this time there are going to be no ass kicking, well in some way it can be involved but not that kind of ass kicking! Anyway, I’m rambling. Hm- speaking of going to the principal’s office, I need you to infiltrate into an high school in California. We had been keeping an eye on the principal and a few more employers there and we think they are involved in illegal arms traffic, including a few weapons that are not from this world and they are benefitting from their positions in the school to get away with it. We want you to find out how many people are involved and to stop them."

"Okay, it should be easy." Y/N nodded after grabbing the files Maria gave them as she explained their mission and skidded her eyes over quickly to gain as much information as possible while listening intently to Maria delivering their mission’s details.

"Yeah." Kate nodded in agreement as she read over the file and scrunched her eyebrow up in confusion when she noticed the file didn’t have her profile for the mission. "What are we gonna do? I don’t see my profile in here."

"Oh here." Maria gave Kate a paper before doing the same with Y/N. "The mission should last about 3 months."

"What?!"

"What?!" The two girls asked in confusion at the same time, moving their eyes from their profiles to Maria, not having enough time to look at their covers for the mission, too much in disbelief to have the time to read them.

"I know, I know. But it is important that you two will blend well with the school’s environment to not rise suspicion before taking action. You two will gain intel at first then will take action later on the mission."

"Ugh and I thought I was done being an high school student after graduating." Y/N sighed dejectedly and she grimaced at the thought of having to go back to the hellhole everyone calls high school.

"Well, you’re not gonna exactly be a student." Maria stated vaguely as she avoided Y/N’s curious gaze, making her move her eyes then on the profile and gasping loudly when she read her cover for the mission, making Kate look up from her own papers and meet her gaze curiously.

"I’m gonna be a teacher." Y/N spoke up with something Kate couldn’t exactly detect as she tried to read over Y/N’s papers.

"Well you got lucky, I will have to study all over again and go to class!" Kate whined comically, hoping to hear Y/N’s laugh but when she turned her head to look at her she found her face red as a tomato as she avoided everyone’s gaze. "What?"

"Really? Of all subjects you could’ve choose, that is the one you picked up?"

"I’m sorry! It was the only free spot in the school!"

"Can someone help me understand?"

"I’m going to be a sex education teacher."

"Oh."

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After running over the details, Y/N and Kate went their separate ways to prepare for their mission since they have to leave in a few days. "Fuck. How am I going to function normally when I’ll have to listen to her teach about sex?"

Kate whined loudly as she stressed over the situation before falling face first on the bed and groaning into the pillow, "oh come on now, Kate Bishop. You should not worry about it."

"Really?" Kate lifted her head from the pillow and met the Russian’s gaze with her right eyebrow arched up expectantly, waiting for Yelena to explain further down her thoughts.

"Yes! You already don’t function properly around her, so I don’t see why trying to do that when she will talk about sex in front of you." Kate groaned at Yelena’s mocking and slammed her head back into the pillow, hitting her knee gently with her foot when she heard her chuckle beside her.

"I’m still trying to understand why I even try to ask for your help."

"Because I give pretty good advices Kate Bishop."

"I beg to differ. All you do is make fun of me and of my crush for Y/N."

"Because is very funny watching you make a fool out of yourself in front of her. I’m considering asking Maria to join you just to witness you struggling while she talks about vaginas."

Kate grunted in frustration and turned herself on her back to stare up at the ceiling while brushing her hair off her face, "I’m screwed."

"Only if you listen and put into practice those lesson Y/N will teach. Maybe ask her to tutor you." Yelena mocked and teased Kate some more and chuckled at her grunt on frustration before patting her head and laying beside her on the bed to discuss a bit more about the mission’s details and tease Kate about her crush on Y/N.

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"No Pete, I’m serious! What do I do? Fuck! I can’t stand in front of Kate talking about sex!"

"I don’t see the problem Y/N/N. I mean it is embarrassing to talk about sex in front of horny teenagers that will probably laugh every time you will say something sexual-"

"Or like blush adorably just like you do every time I say clitoris. Ha! There it is!" Y/N laughed when she saw Peter look down at his wringing hands as his face flushed deep red.

"Anyway, you should really tell her how you feel Y/N/N. I saw how Kate is with you, there is no way she doesn’t feel the same."

"Are you crazy? No! I’m not compromising our mission because of my feelings for her. I cannot stand spend 3 months, maybe more if we need more time, with her avoiding me because she doesn’t feel the same and she rejects me after I confessed my feelings for her. I’ll just avoid her gaze in class and think about her not being in the room with me."

"And when you have to ask questions to the class and correct her papers?" Peter asked with a knowing tone, smiling proudly in advance, knowing he had a point.

"You’re right! Fuck, I’m screwed."

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"Holy shit this house is huge!"

"Yeah, Maria said it had a panel control that will automatically split the house in two houses if someone comes snooping around to prevent them to suspect we live together."

"Wait, how do you explain a teenager living alone?"

"Tony created high technology holograms that will make your fake parents appear if needed." Y/N explained as she left all their bags in the living room and sprawled on the couch in exhaustion with a huff.

"Wow, they thought about everything." Kate sat carefully beside Y/N’s head and immediately started caressing her scalp when the girl scooted closer to her and leaned her head on her lap, humming in appreciation at the sweet gesture.

"Anyway, we should be safe. This house is far away from any snooping and nosey neighbors and we live right outside the city."

"You’re right. We’re just have to endure the hellhole that is school."

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"Okay, do you want to review your cover?" Y/N asked as they made their way around the house to put their weapons safely all around it as they familiarized with the place.

"Yeah, sure. It will help us get into character. I’ll start then you’ll review your cover." Y/N nodded and let Kate talk, giving her undivided attention as they stopped their chores and sat on the couch, "I’m Laura Anderson, I just moved here from Boston. My dad is a bioengineer that just got a new job here, while my mom is a lawyer."

"Great! And I’m Elizabeth Williams, I am psychologist specialized in sexology. Ugh, this is gonna be so fucking embarrassing!"

"Go on! We’ll discuss about how much embarrassing it will be after your review." Kate interjected with a wave of her hand and snorted with a smug smirk when Y/N regarded her with an unamused look then laughing softly under her breath, "don’t make that face and do not even start laughing to mock me, go on, c’mon- hey! That rhymed!"

Y/N shook her head when Kate lifted her finger up in surprise at her rhyme and giggled softly, "okay! Hm- I’m from Georgia and I just moved here after applying for the job at our school."

"And-?" Kate pressed Y/N on with a big smile, something that made Y/N grunt out loud with a roll of her eyes, making Kate’s grin getting bigger at her exasperated gesture with fondness filling her eyes.

"And- fuck this shit, they accepted me right away because of my PhD about the many physical and phycological layers of a vagina."

Y/N’s face fell in an unamused look when Kate bursted out laughing as she leaned her forehead over and laid it on her forearm, leaning her elbow on the doorframe of the living room after she walked back from getting a glass of water, while Y/N stared at her with fake annoyance from her sitting position on the couch. "Oh my god, that was amazing."

"I don’t know why you find it so funny." Y/N grabbed a pillow and hit Kate with it when she continued to giggle after she sat right beside her and pouted at her childishly.

"I don’t find the research funny, I found your discomfort talking about it funny." Kate explained with a too sweet smile and teasing wiggling eyebrows, making Y/N grunt in frustration as she pushed her gently on her shoulder, making her laugh heartily in the process.

"I hate you Bishop."

"No, you don’t." Kate smiled brightly at Y/N and grabbed her pillow from her hands when she tried to hit her with it again and smashed it softly on her face instead and giggled when Y/N regarded her with a pointed stare and grunted at her, before squinting her Y/E/C eyes at her, making Kate smile innocently at her as she winked flirtatiously at her then put on a smug smirk on her lips, something that made Y/N loose focus for a few seconds, "I know for a fact that you love me. C’mon say it, say you love me."

"Pfft, yeah sure. Keep dreaming Bishop."

"Don’t try to play the badass card with me. You love me. Admit it, you big softie."

Y/N was trying really hard to let the butterflies flying around her stomach to calm down but Kate was right. She loved her. She was in love with her. But she would never admit something like that to her. She let a small smile roll over her lips when the archer started poking her ribs with her pointer finger as she tried to shield herself away, even though she only wanted to lean more into the archer’s touch, "if I say I love you, will you leave me alone?"

"Only if it’s an heartfelt admission." Kate smiled sweetly at her and attacked her with both her hands now as she tickled her gently.

"Okay! Okay! Stop! I love you." Kate stopped just a few seconds, letting her hands hover over Y/N’s stomach as she stared pointedly at her with her right eyebrow arched up in question, "I do! I truly dO NO STOP!" Y/N shrieked loudly when Kate let a shit-eating grin dust over her features before continuing her tickling attack on Y/N. "Okay! I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOU! KATE PLEASE STOP!"

"See?! It wasn’t that difficult." Kate laughed heartily at their playful banter and leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder as she tried to regain her breath and sighing contentedly when Y/N rounded her arm around her shoulder and leaned them both back on the couch, cuddling softly one another, before focusing again on their files and covers for their mission that was about to start in two days.

-

"Good morning class! I’m your new teacher, Miss Williams. I know you guys will probably spend a lot of time in my class laughing your ass off about things we will discuss, but I just want to clarify a few things." Y/N wrote her name on the blackboard and turned around, met Kate’s eyes just a brief second before looking at the class staring at her wide eyed, "yeah I said ass. It’s not like we’re not gonna talk about it during this class." Y/N smiled at the class laughing at her joke and watched as Kate rolled her eyes fondly with small shake of her head and a knowing smirk. "Okay, no swearing in my class. I just wanted to make that joke." Y/N snorted as she clapped her hands before she walked over her desk and leaned her butt on it gingerly, "anyway, like I was saying, I know you guys will probably feel embarrassed or amused with a few, if not all of them, of the things we will cover in my class, but I just wanted to create a safe space here to talk seriously about sex. That’s why I’m here." Y/N smiled sweetly at the students staring at her with rapt attention and nodded softly, "also if someone of you makes fun of your classmates, will be sent right away to the principal. Do not make me do that. I want to be your teacher but also a friend with whom you can talk freely and seriously about sex. Now, here’s what we’re gonna do. Move all your seats to form a circle, c’mon." Y/N watched as the teens moved their seats around diligently and looked expectantly at Y/N now sat comfortably on the desk, "since this is your first day of school I wanted just to talk freely about a few things and include you guys in it. First thing first. This-" Y/N lifted a blue and green medium sized ball in her hand from behind her and showed it to the class, "is what I like to call my ‘talking ball’. I will pass it to one of you guys so you can answer whatever question I asked you, if you don’t know the answer don’t worry, just throw the ball right back to me and I will toss it to someone else or answer the question myself!" Y/N started to throw the ball all around her students, who seemed clearly invested in her lesson if their big smiles and eager behavior were anything to go by as they introduced themselves, asked questions and answered a few question from Y/N, before smiling warmly at Kate and throwing the ball to her.

"Hm, I’m Laura Anderson. I-I just moved here."

"Well, nice to meet you Laura." Y/N smiled a bit more to Kate before she threw the ball back at her to let a few more of her classmates to introduce themselves, "okay, now that we introduced ourselves, be patient with me. I may be young but I will need a few days to remember all your names!" Y/N joked as she rolled her eyes and tapped her temple gently, making the class laugh loudly. Kate had to admit Y/N was a pretty good actress. The more she watched her the more she noticed how much into character she was, not to mention hot as fu- what? Kate you can’t seriously think about that right now. She is supposed to be your teacher! My very hot, very distracting teacher though. "Let’s start with a few basic things about sex education. Do you guys know what a vagina is, right?" Y/N laughed alongside her students about her joke and watched as Kate imperceptibly rolled her eyes fondly at her, "from your laughs I assume you do! Anyway, let me start with dispelling a myth. You can’t actually lose something in there. The vagina is bounded at the inner end to the cervix-" Y/N lifted a book up and showed her students an image of a sectioned vagina and pointed to the aforementioned cervix, "and by the vagina’s own tissue. In other words it is not connected to other body parts. So nothing will ever go missing, it will just hurt a lot getting it out of it if something will ever happen." Y/N turned then a few pages and opened it to an image of a sectioned penis, "your penis is longer thank you think." A few murmurs followed by Y/N’s statement and she immediately stopped them with just a pointed stare at the boys smiling smugly, "like I was saying, around half of its length is stashed inside your body, but let me clarify that it just needs to stay this way to function properly."

Y/N continued to deliver a few random facts about sex, before deciding to include the class into her lesson and started asking a few simple question about sex, "okay Mia, can you tell me if it’s really possible to break a penis?"

The blonde girl grabbed the ball and squeezed it anxiously as she thought over the answer, "no?"

"Nope, it is actually possible. Don’t worry! It’s fine if you give me a wrong answer as long as you listen to the correct one!" The girl smiled in appreciation at Y/N and nodded as she listened intently to her explaining further, "it can actually happen to break it, usually during rough sex or when someone falls off the bed with an erection. It happens when you break the fibrous covering of the corpora cavernosa, that is a tissue that becomes erect when engorged with blood." Kate listened with rapt attention Y/N explaining all these things even though she knew she had to study them to make everyone believe she actually was a sex education teacher, "okay Laura, it’s your turn." Kate blinked a few times before grabbing swiftly and effortlessly thanks to her reflex - thank you archery - the ball that Y/N threw at her and forced her brain to work, "is it true that the clitoris has a lot in common with a penis?"

"Yes?" Kate asked more than answered and shivered copiously when Y/N regarded her with a proud smile.

"Very good! Can you tell me why?"

"Hm- no."

"It’s okay. It’s because it develops from an outgrowth in the embryo called genital tubercle. It is initially undifferentiated, but then it develops into either a penis or a clitoris for a vagina during the development of the reproductive system depending on the exposure to androgens, that are primarily male hormones." And right after her sentence the bell rang and all the kids groaned in frustration at the sound, "wow, I will make every other teacher jealous that my students wants to keep learning in my class."

Kate laughed alongside her classmates at her joke as she collected her things and walked over her next class, "have a good day Miss. Williams!"

"Thank you guys! Have a good day too!"

-

"I don’t know how you can talk so easily about sex without laughing or blushing." Kate admitted after taking a bite of the pizza they ordered and looked at Y/N incredulously as she chewed happily on her big bite.

"I don’t know actually. Maybe because I am acting."

"I would’ve definitely combusted when Troy asked ‘how do you know when a girl is coming?’. I almost did and I am playing a student."

"Oh my god I was about to laugh in his face! I had to restrain myself from commenting how, as usual, boys don’t know how to make a girl cum. But I had a small idea for tomorrow’s lesson."

Kate blushed at that and forced her face to not resemble a tomato right in front of Y/N, "what idea?"

"You’ll see."

-

"Okay guys! Yesterday Troy asked a really important question. I am not only making sure you know enough about safe sex and have it as safe as possible, I wanted you to know exactly how both your body and your partner’s one works! So I brought here with me something I used during my college days!"

Kate widened her eyes in surprise when Y/N lifted the cloth she placed on something on the desk and came face to face with a pretty faithful reproduction of a vagina and a penis, "what are those?" Kate turned her head around to her classmate Rose as she leaned over her chair to look at those two things on Y/N’s desk and stopped her mind from spiraling out of control and to get her head out of the gutter, especially when the main character of her dirty scenarios was right in front of her teaching a class.

"These are devices that replicate how a vagina and a penis work. Since Troy asked about how to know if your girl is coming and a lot of you seemed lost with my boring theoretical explanation, I’m giving you guys the opportunity to show your skills and to make this devices come! Wait that sounded wrong and weird! It sounded better in my head." Y/N grimaced and slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand, making the whole class laugh. Kate, despite putting up a façade and laughing along her classmates, was actually freaking out about this whole thing. It was already hard listening to Y/N explain the multitude of ways about how to make a girl come, but this? This was going to destroy Kate completely. "I see you guys a bit hesitant about all of this and since we have a pretty good relationship built on trust, I’m just gonna start first." Scratch that, this was going to completely ruin Kate - and of course completely ruin her panties, but let’s not focus on that now - .

"Hm, miss Williams?"

"Yes, Tracy?" Y/N turned around to the source of the sound and smiled warmly at the brunette with a lifted hand up, encouraging her to speak up.

"Do-do we have to work on both devices or-"

"Oh yeah! Good question!" Y/N clapped her hands and looked all around her students to calm their nerves down with a warm and comforting smile.

"Thanks."

"Okay." Y/N thought about her words for just a few seconds before grinning widely at the students all gathered around her in their chairs and looking at her expectantly with big, attentive, alert eyes full of curiosity but also a bit of fear and embarrassment, something that warmed Y/N’s heart at their obvious discomfort for the ‘test’ Y/N wanted to put them through during her lesson. She took a few more seconds to let silence wrap around them in a mix of comfort and awkwardness, keeping her students on their toes for good measure and for a bit of her own entertainment, meeting Kate’s curious but also a bit insecure eyes for just a brief second and forced herself on not winking at her, before sighing out loud and continuing with her train of thoughts, "if you want to, yes of course you guys can. But if you don’t feel comfortable around a vagina or a penis or both, just tell me. Don’t be afraid to talk about your sexuality and your preferences. We are like a family and family does not judge their members. Ever. Am I right guys?"

"Yes miss Williams!" Y/N was a bit surprised at the instant choir of voices following her sentence but smiled warmly at them, especially those guys whose were laughing and murmuring in amusement about a few things regarding sex the first day of school. Kate felt pride and love swell wildly into her chest at how thoughtful Y/N was and was being right now, how caring she had been since day one of teaching and how fucking good and hot she looked with her blue suit, half sat on her desk with her left leg bent and perched on it while she balanced her weight on her right foot planted on the floor and she had to literally restrain herself from putting aside those devices and show her classmates how to make a woman come with Y/N as a test subject. "I’ll start okay? So everyone will be comfortable enough to do the same if they want. Even though I had to work on both of them in college, I am gay. I like girls, so I would definitely like to work on this only. But, to show and demonstrate to everyone how these devices works, I will work on both of them for you guys." Y/N pointed to the fake vagina beside her and grinned encouragingly around the room.

"Oh no! Does it mean I lost my shot with you miss Williams?" Roy joked as he slammed his fists on his small desk dramatically, making Y/N laugh heartily alongside the class.

"I’m sorry Roy, I’m sure you will find your one and only. Keep searching, she will come up to you one day and you will be forever enchanted by her." Kate did a double take when she noticed Y/N looking at her with the corner of her eyes more than a few times, believing her brain was pulling a joke on her, but her mind pretty much short-circuited when Y/N looked at her for a brief second after finishing her speech, sending her the smallest of smiles she had ever seen before asking to the class, "okay, now, who wants to speak up next and tell us their preferences?" Kate looked around to make sure no one noticed Y/N regarding her small speech to Kate and sighed softly under her breath when they were all engrossed in Y/N teaching her class. Who would blame them? Y/N enchants everyone with her beauty and wonderful mind. Not to mention she is so fucking hot. Kate lost a few minutes of the conversation going around her, too much engrossed in daydreaming about Y/N, and came back to earth only when Y/N sighed out loud sadly as she grabbed her watch on her wrist with her thumb and pointer and middle fingers and looked at the time on the watch, "oh no, it seems we will not make it in time for everybody to work on the devices, so I’m splitting you guys in a few groups and we will separate your work on for the next classes."

Kate sighed out loud when she wasn’t in the first and the second group, she was just too much stunned to even function after their quick moment and her mind was too busy trying to analyze each word Y/N spoke to make sure she understood what Y/N was implying to partecipate in the conversation around her, so she stayed quiet as she thought about Y/N and her words. She was talking about me right? Why else would she look at me while speaking? Fuck I really do hope she feels something for me just like I feel something for her because this shit will make me go nuts for the rest of the day. I need to ask her if she was talking about me. Are you fucking insane?! No! Well not ask her straight away, maybe find some subtle way to ask it? Hm, I need to think about it thoroughly. "Okay then we have Torres, Anderson, Duncan, McGuire, Hart. You guys will be up on Thursday."

After deciding all the groups for their project, the bell rang and everyone placed their chairs back in place before gathering their things and walked out of the class to go to their next one, Kate being slower than usual since her mind was still racing miles a second as it tried to wrap around Y/N‘s statement and was the last one to leave the classe. Y/N winked subtly at Kate and snorted with a small shake of her head when the girl stumbled upon a desk and almost sprinted out of the class when she smiled awkwardly and nodded swiftly before exiting the class fast.

-

"There’s not way!" Kate stated incredulously while she staring at Y/N in shock as they shared their giant pizza they ordered for their Friday movie marathon night.

"I’m telling you it’s possible!" Y/N countered back before taking a large bite of her pizza, then continuing with her story, "I swear! I once saw Fury smile. Can you believe it?" Y/N looked bewildered at Kate as she lifted her hands in shock and watched the girl sporting the same expression as she tapped her face with a napkin to wipe away a bit of oil on her lips from the slice of pizza she just had.

"Fuck, I owe Yelena 10 bucks! He is human after all!"

"Lucky you!" Y/N snorted under her breath and shook her head with a small roll of her eyes at Kate’s sentence, as she thought back at the moment she saw Fury smile after a joke she pulled right in front of him, "Natasha bet 50 bucks he would laugh eventually to one of my jokes. I still think she made a deal with him and made him fake laugh at my joke only to have 50 bucks. I am still in shock he fucking smiled at my joke. He smiled. Okay, it was small and brief, but it was still a smile. It counts as a normal human activity right?"

"Don’t ask me! I’m still trying to recover from this life changing information." Kate joked, making Y/N laugh heartily at her.

"Well get ready for the next news because it’s cute but also shocking."

"Shoot."

"I saw your English teacher make out with the History teacher in the janitor’s closet."

"Oh really?! I KNEW IT! Ugh I’m too good as a detective."

"You should’ve seen their faces when I entered the teacher’s room with those devices." Y/N pointed behind herself at the devices placed on the table, making Kate look at them just a second before flushing almost imperceptibly at the dirty thoughts plaguing her mind. "Mr. Ford was actually curious about my lesson with those devices and when I explained the process to make the device come, Mr. Pierce looked down at his pants while Miss Dawson blushed as red as a tomato. It was the highlight of my day."

"Oh my god! Are you serious?!"

"Yeah, I didn’t know if I wanted to feel embarrassed for them or smile mischievously at them."

"Oh shit, this is huge and also gross!" Kate grimaced after her brain tried to imagine the two teachers together, making Y/N laugh at her antics.

"I know, right?!" Y/N smiled incredulously at Kate after taking another bite of her pizza and laughing alongside her when she both shivered visibly and let out loud ‘ew’s at the thought of the two teachers together, having sex somewhere into the school. They stayed in silence a few more seconds before Y/N leaned over to take a sip of her water, placed her glass back on the coffee table and regarded Kate with a mischievous, cheeky and smug smirk, "can you imagine it? Can you believe it?! Maybe they had sex on your desk and you wouldn’t even know!"

"EW! Y/N/N! You little piece of shit!" Y/N laughed her ass off as she didn’t even try to shield herself from Kate’s attack, letting her beat her with a couch pillow. "Do. Not. Do. That. Ever. Again."

"Okay I won’t, I promise!"

Kate giggled under her breath after she chanced another withering glare to Y/N, who smiled innocently up at her, and pushed on her shoulder gently when she caved in with a soft sigh. "Besides, they could’ve had had sex right on your desk, maybe even on your chair."

"Oh no!"

"Payback, bitch!" Kate laughed evilly before morphing it in a soft one when Y/N crossed her arms under her chest with a pout and grunted out in protest. "Oh c’mere, you big baby."

Kate bopped Y/N’s nose with a pout of her own before cuddling into Y/N’s arms instinctively and almost automatically when the girl uncrossed her arms and opened them to welcome the archer into her body comfortably. "Let’s stop talking about those two, it freaks me out."

"You have yourself a deal miss Y/N Y/L/N." Kate stretched her hand over and clasped it around Y/N’s one dramatically, making the Y/H/C girl laugh heartily at her childish behavior. "But seriously, where did you find those things?"

"You mean those incredibly accurate devices?" Y/N trailed off and kept going only when Kate nodded gingerly at her question, "Shuri created them for me."

"Did you seriously ask Shuri to create two devices resembling a vagina and a penis?" Kate asked in a mix of merriment and bewilderment as her eyebrows lifted up in question and her smiled broadened, meeting Y/N’s amused eyes.

"No." Y/N giggled at the question and shook her head softly, "I asked her to create some kind of interactive things like a program to do an interactive quiz in class. But Shuri being Shuri, she created those things after she found out I was a sex education teacher in an high school."

"Oh yeah, now it makes perfect sense." Kate laughed heartily at the new piece of information Y/N just delivered and nodded as she tried to imagine Shuri as she found out Y/N’s cover for the mission, then discarded the thought about her knowing her crush on Y/N, her being one of her students and making her create and make those devices to make her brain short-circuit if and when Y/N used them in front of her and the whole class for a demonstration and show them how to use them and to make her combust from too much sexual tension. It was already so difficult behave in front of her in class when she talked about how to make a woman come, when the only thing she wanted to do was to walk over to her and make her come to let the whole class understand it completely, adding more things to make her and turn her in a flushing, mush, gay mess wasn’t going to do good to her sanity. "It is clear now that she is the one that made them. But I mean, she did a really good job! They are really similar to the real vagina and the real penis."

"Yeah, that’s what made them something that Shuri created." Y/N chuckled as she eyed those things a few seconds before she acted on a wicked idea that passed through her mind before questioning it and discarding it after being too scared to act on it. She was done waiting. "Do you want to see how they works?"

"What?" Kate widened her eyes in shock at the question as her brain exploded right on the spot. "A-are you showing favoritism in your class?!" Kate pulled herself away from their cuddling position to sigh out loud and lean a hand on her chest dramatically as she patted herself on the back at her witty come back after she forced herself to act cool and felt pride swell in her chest as butterflies flew around her stomach wildly when Y/N leaned her head back to laugh loudly at her comeback.

"Me? Absolutely not! I’m just offering to tutor one of my students." Y/N countered back smugly as she turned her body more towards Kate as she leaned her right arm on the headrest on the top of the couch.

"If I remember correctly, I am your best student in your class." Kate decided to prolong their banter a bit more and broadened her grin when Y/N rolled her eyes while she sat up to go get the devices and bring them towards them and place them on the coffee table. "Can-can you only bring the v-vagina?" Damn Bishop, never stutter in front of your crush, especially when the word vagina is in the sentence!

"I mean, yeah- but I though you were more interested in y’know- this." Y/N pointed to the fake resembling penis on the table and Kate watched as a small blush settled on her cheeks and ears while a quick glint passed too fast through Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes for Kate to dwell on it and opened her mouth to counter her statement back but Y/N stopped her as she spoke up again and started word-vomiting her spiraling thoughts, "oh yeah! Of course! You don’t need to understand how this works since you already know it!" Y/N stated matter-of-factly as she bumped the heel of her hand on her forehead like to silently tell how stupid she was for even asking why Kate wanted to experiment on the fake vagina, but it only made Kate furrow her eyebrows in confusion at that statement.

"Oh please, I’ve never touched a penis and I sure want it to stay that way, even if it is only a device resembling it."

"Oh yeah, su- wait what? Really?" When Kate nodded as she puffed her chest proudly, Y/N’s confusion only deepened on her features, "hold on, you’re not straight?!"

"Hm no?! What the hell made you think of that?" Kate asked horrified at the mere thought of Y/N being sure she was straight and stared at Y/N shock.

"W-well you never said anything about liking girls and you are always complaining about those boys trying to sweep you off your feet at your mother’s parties."

"Yeah, because they don’t get a fucking no as an answer. Not even when one of them asked me on a date while my tongue was in a cute but really hot blonde’s mouth right in front of them." Y/N tried to cover her blush at Kate’s sentence and busied herself with wringing on her fingers anxiously to distract herself from her heart beating wildly into her ribcage from the jealousy triggered by Kate’s admission about kissing a girl at her mother’s party and at the possibility of having Kate like her. Of course if ever Y/N was her type - little did she knew she totally was, witty, funny, loyal, professional when needed, goofy and extremely attractive. - .

"Oh, well I guess we won’t need this." Y/N spoke up after she let silence wrap around them for a few seconds and decided to be as brave as she ever was and grabbed the device resembling a vagina over the coffee table. "I touched a penis once and it was an enough traumatizing event. I won’t let that happen again." Y/N joked as she sat beside Kate and felt her stomach flip over itself when Kate giggled cutely as she pushed on her shoulder gently. "Okay, Shuri told me the devices have a program that is based on the average responses a woman has during sex and the average time a woman takes to come undone."

"Does it variate with sex with a man or with a woman?"

"Well I don’t know exactly, but I did some researches and the average time is about 13 or 14 minutes for a woman to reach an orgasm. Of course it can variate from 5 minutes to 20 minutes, but since Shuri is Shuri, she created the devices to respond to your movements. So if you’re really good with your fingers, the device will simulate a woman orgasming."

Kate felt her face blush furiously at Y/N’s last sentence as all the moisture in her body travelled right between her legs. She swore she saw Y/N look at her pointedly when she spoke that sentence and it only fueled the fire burning in the pit of her stomach more as she stared back at her resolutely with an hint of smugness, that grew each passing second as she got ready to form a witty comeback, "please, 15 minutes? A lot of them must’ve had sex with men, because I can make a girl come at least twice in 15 minutes." Kate threw her hair over her shoulder and smirked widely when it was now Y/N’s turn to blush hard.

"Hm-" Y/N cleared her throat to try to get rid of her lump that formed in her sudden dry throat and willed herself to not spiral out of control with dirty thoughts that she shouldn’t have with Kate right beside her since they involve her as she fucked Y/N into oblivion onto this very couch. "Cocky much Bishop?"

"I’m just stating facts."

"Well, since you’re so sure of yourself, let’s switch the device on and let’s see what you got." Y/N turned the device so the vagina was facing Kate and switched it on, before grabbing her phone and lifting it up for Kate to see she opened the chronometer app and was about to time her. "I’ll time you and we’ll see."

"You are skeptical I see."

"I’m not! I’m just making sure Kate Bishop is telling the truth, or I’m gonna have to tell everyone Kate Bishop is full of bull-HEY! I didn’t say go!" Y/N started to mock Kate with a smug smirk on before looking in shock at Kate when she stared at her in determination and pushed two fingers in, then pressing ‘start’ on the chronometer app.

"Holy shit this feels so real!" Kate widened her eyes in shock as she felt the device pressing around her fingers and felt a moisture wrap around them, making her ministrations on the device very similar to the real sex with a real vagina.

"I know right?!" Y/N widened her eyes in shock as she agreed with Kate’s statement and slapped her right thigh softly with her free hand, the one that wasn’t holding the phone timing Kate, "I never saw something artificial so accurate and so much resembling a real vagina. I didn’t have the time to try it. I wanted to but I haven’t had the time to try how it works."

"Well it really feels like a real vagina. I mean each time I do this-" Kate trailed off to curl her fingers into the device before continuing with her train of thoughts, "I feel the walls of the fake vagina clench around my fingers."

"What did you do?" Y/N asked curiously after swallowing imperceptibly when her eyes fell down on Kate’s fingers pushing in and out of the device with precise movements, drenching her panties completely as she wished it was her vagina the archer was touching, but, alas, it wasn’t.

"I curled my fingers right after pushing back in a little bit more forcefully." Kate stated nonchalantly as she focused on delivering the best pleasure she can give to the device to prove Y/N she actually has good skills in bed to hopefully try them with her later.

"Hm." Y/N couldn’t find in herself the right amount of force and strength to speak out without moaning out loud, so she sticked with humming softly as she clenched her thighs together to try to subdue the overwhelming pulsating sensation there.

"I can feel the walls squeezing around my fingers more forcefully now. I think I am close to make the device reach its orgasm."

"It’s been 5 minutes and 16 seconds Bishop."

"So?" Kate asked with a smug, cheeky grin and Y/N rolled her eyes at the girl’s cockiness, so she pushed on her shoulder softly before starting to mock her.

"Pffft. You are too full of yourself Bishop. Okay, here’s our deal, I’m going next and if I make the device reach an orgasm before your timing, you’ll clean the house for two whole weeks."

"And if I win, like I’m planning to do?" Kate counter offered back with a smug smirk and winked at Y/N for good measure, laughing when she rolled her eyes again with a loud sigh.

"I’ll cook for two whole weeks."

"Deal! Now let me focus!" Kate shushed Y/N and doubled her efforts, pushing more forcefully into the device and adding her thumb in the equation and laying it on the vagina’s clit to increase the pleasure she was delivering to the device. Y/N stared frozen in her spot at Kate’s ministrations, unable to move a muscle fearing she would explode or, worse, moan out loud at the hot sight she was witnessing. "I can feel it, I think the device is nearing the orgasm."

"7 minutes and 37 seconds, Bishop." Y/N surprisingly found her voice and she shocked herself when she spoke up with a firm tone and didn’t even stutter once.

"Here it is! Oh shit the device is really coming. Shuri outdid herself this time." Kate widened her eyes in shock when she felt some kind of liquid hit her fingers before it spilled out of the vagina and it pooled on the coffee table.

"Oh no, fuck. Let me go grab a towel to clean up!"

"Thank you." Kate smiled in appreciation when Y/N returned with a fresh towel and gave it to Kate to let her clean her wet fingers before using it to wipe down on the coffee table to clean the small pool of fake orgasm liquid that dripped onto it then moving the device just a bit to place the towel right under it to prevent any more juices to spill out of it when it was Y/N’s turn to try the device and try to beat Kate’s timing. Kate looked at her fingers sheepishly when her brain finally caught up with everything she had been doing in the past 10 minutes or so and was having an hard time in meeting Y/N’s eyes, fearing she would spill out and confess her feelings to the Y/H/C girl and would make her run away if she didn’t reciprocate her feelings. She had been feeling like that for a while now and she had been stashing all her feelings for the Y/E/C girl inside her to prevent to lose her as a friend. She was willing to put away her feelings if it meant keep being friends with Y/N. She just hoped she was braver and had enough guts to confess everything to Y/N, to maybe take her on a date, to kiss her like she had always wanted to and to make love to her like she had been dreaming for for a while now. But, alas, she was not brave, she was a coward, that much so that she was having an hard time meeting her friend’s eyes after making a device reach its orgasm to prove her great skills in bed. A throat clearing made Kate finally look up from her fingers and meet powerful Y/E/C irises staring back at her ocean blue eyes intently with clear determination in those Y/E/C pools, "well it seems like I just proved my point. Those girls that lasted 15 minutes were definitely having sex with a man."

Kate reveled in the soft giggles that left Y/N’s mouth after her statement before she moved her eyes just a second from Y/N’s ones to look at the phone in Y/N’s hand and read ‘7 minutes and 51 seconds’ on the screen. "I must admit I’m impressed Bishop. But-" Y/N trailed off to take a screenshot of the timing before saving the time on the chronometer app then resetting the chronometer and meeting Kate’s eyes with a fire burning deep into her own Y/E/C irises mixed with clear determination, "I’m gonna make the device reach the orgasm a lot sooner than you. So prepare to lose!"

"Oh please! You are the one so sure of yourself now!" Kate scoffed in fake indignation and repressed the smile that wanted to roll over her lips when Y/N pushed her hair over her shoulder and placed the phone into Kate’s hand as she turned the device towards herself and got ready.

"Like I said, prepare to lose Kate." Y/N sing sang the last part and smiled innocently at Kate before nodding at her and slipping her fingers into the vagina, Kate tapping on ‘start’ simultaneously to start the chronometer to time Y/N’s efforts and actions.

"I wouldn’t be so sure of that." Kate remarked right before swallowing loudly when her eyes followed Y/N’s gaze on her fingers, her body setting aflame in mere seconds at how much hotly Y/N’s fingers were moving in and out of that fake vagina, her mind already imagining it was her vagina Y/N was pushing in and out of it and it was driving her mad and crazy.

"Oh shit, you were right! It feels so real!" Y/N stared transfixed on her movements in the device before wrapping her mind around Kate’s sentence and turning her head around to look into Kate’s eyes in determination, "well we’ll see."

"I can’t wait to taste everything you’ll make for the next two whole weeks." Kate stated a few seconds later to tease Y/N some more, before almost loosing it when her eyes skimmed over Y/N’s arm and watched as the bicep and tricep stood up from under her t-shirt sleeve from the efforts she was putting into her ministrations, her tongue begging her to slide down those defined and strained muscles to worship them the way the deserved to be worshipped.

"Ha! I can’t wait to relax on the couch while you clean the house for two whole weeks." Y/N laughed evilly at her remark as she pushed more firmly into the device then curling her fingers slightly, feeling the device’s wall clench hard around her digits.

Kate felt her mouth dry up as she pretty much ignored Y/N’s gloating as she leaned forward just a bit to take a better look at Y/N’s fingers, not noticing her body inching closer and closer to Y/N until she felt the side of her left boob brushing over Y/N’s arm moving rhythmically into the fake vagina as she supported herself on her arm stretched between the couch and behind Y/N’s back. "Do you feel the walls clenching around your fingers?" Kate had to take a double take when she heard her own voice coming out of her mouth an octave lower and without her permission, but she was glad it happened because the shiver she saw running over Y/N’s skin was priceless. Maybe she does feel the same.

"Y-yeah." Y/N cleared her throat when it came out hoarse and strained, her breath labored not from her efforts in making the device reach its orgasm, but from Kate’s proximity and from how hot her voice sounded as it travelled right between her legs and into her pulsating core. "I c-can feel them squeeze my fingers to pull them in more."

"Hm." Kate hummed in thought as she clenched on her thighs when a gush of fresh wetness left her already wet center, "good job. It means the device is reaching its peak."

"Y-Yeah." Y/N shuddered wildly at the praise as she involuntarily doubled her efforts with thrusting her fingers in and out of the fake vagina forcefully while pressing hard on the device’s clit to help it reach its orgasm.

"Tell me what’s happening." Kate whispered sultrily into Y/N’s ear, purposefully brushing ever so slightly her lips over her ear shell and smirked when she felt the girl shiver copiously at her gesture. She felt empowered by Y/N’s responses to her actions, making her confidence grow each passing second as she finally found the courage to act on her desires.

"I-I just curled my fingers and fuck, the walls are squeezing them so hard. I can feel the orgasm is close." Y/N moved her eyes from her digits’ movements and turned her head around to look at Kate, gulping loudly when she was met with almost black irises staring back at her and noticed how close their faces were as she felt the archer’s soft breath hit her face gently. She expected the black haired girl to be focused on her hand, instead she had her beautiful ocean blue eyes fixed on her face as they held something powerful Y/N couldn’t put a finger on but was eager to find out. She also expected the archer to pull away from their close proximity, but she was proven once again wrong when Kate moved impossible more closer to her, their noses almost brushing together as their breaths hit their lips teasingly.

"Good. But you’re not just moving your fingers into the vagina right?"

"No, I’m applying pressure on the clit to increase the pleasure. Here look-" Y/N and Kate both mover their heads just slightly towards the device to see Y/N rolling the clit under her thumb with precise strokes before pressing on it just right, then returning to their previous position and moved just imperceptibly closer to each other, so much so their lips almost brushed together.

"Fu- yeah I saw it." Y/N smirked inwardly when she heard the archer’s almost slip up and reveled in the sensation of affecting the archer just as much she affected her with her previous ministrations and stared intently into Kate’s eyes.

"I can feel the orgasm is near." Y/N gasped under her breath when Kate’s other hand left the phone on the table and laid on her thigh gently as the archer moved closer to take a better look at her fingers’ movements, her boob now fully pressed on Y/N’s arm as their lips almost met, all the while never breaking their intense staring contest.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." Y/N felt her core clench over nothing at Kate’s raspy tone and had to force herself to focus on the task at hand instead of fulfilling her deepest desires and kiss Kate. "I just thrusted in deeper and I think I hit something new because I felt the clit twitch under my thumb." Y/N trailed off for good measure, her shallow breath mixing with Kate’s just as much short breath as they now pretty much panted into each other’s mouths hotly, "I pressed on it to tell it I’m not neglecting it."

"Oh no, it would be bad."

"Yeah, it needs to be treated well."

Kate’s hips moved on their own accord as they bucked slightly over to try to find something to rub against to gain more friction and made her let out a soft whine under her breath when her own clit brushed over her pants when they pressed down on it from her hips’ movements, making Y/N let out a gentle wail herself as she thrusted in as deep as she could into the device before rolling on the clit forcefully, imagining it was Kate’s core she was thrusting her digits in, "is the orgasm near?"

"Yeah, it’s coming. Here it is." Kate didn’t even felt sorry for herself when she moaned gently between them when she heard wet sounds coming from the device under them, but she didn’t move her eyes from Y/N’s mesmerizing Y/E/C pools, she just moved her hand from Y/N’s thigh to stop the chronometer before laying it back down on it, this time placing it on her inner thigh not too much far from her core. "How did I go?"

"Fucking amazing." Kate stated before she couldn’t control herself anymore and pressed her lips down on Y/N’s ones in an hungry kiss, moaning loudly into her mouth when the girl kissed her back eagerly, her moan mixing together with Y/N’s one when the girl whined into Kate’s mouth when she pressed their lips together. Y/N’s free hand combed into Kate’s black tresses to push her more into her while her tongue slipped out of her mouth and pushed forcefully into Kate’s one to explore it greedily and subduing Kate’s tongue for a few seconds before it pushed back and slipped past her lips to lick every nook and cranny of her mouth. Y/N moaned pitifully when Kate bit down on her tongue before sucking on it forcefully while she clenched her hand around the inner thigh, making her legs open slightly apart from the movement, and pushed her body more into Y/N’s arm, causing the girl to shiver when she felt the outline of Kate’s clothed boob pressed on her skin. When air was necessary they reluctantly detached their lips away, but stayed into the other’s personal space by leaning their foreheads together as they smiled at each other with short breaths. "Fucking amazing." Kate repeated, making Y/N giggle softly as she understood she wasn’t talking about her ministrations on the fake vagina anymore.

"Yeah, fucking amazing." Y/N parroted Kate’s words and pecked her mouth tenderly, staying glued on those plump and soft lips for just a few more seconds without deepening the kiss, keeping it chaste, before pulling away with her cheeks flushing hard, "you didn’t kiss me just because you lost and wanted to distract me from our bet, right?"

Kate laughed heartily at the statement, but couldn’t help herself to hear a bit of insecurity and uncertainty into Y/N’s tone, so she pecked her lips quickly to reassure her before shaking her head hastily, "no, Y/N/N. I had been trying to find the courage to kiss you for a while. I guess I need to thank Shuri now."

"Oh please don’t. We won’t hear the end of it." Kate nodded in agreement and stared lovingly into Y/N’s eyes before laying her hand gently on her cheek and pressing their lips together gently, "so, are you ready to clean the house for two whole weeks?"

"Do not act so cocky Y/L/N, I’m pretty sure I wo- shit."

Y/N smiled brightly as she slipped her hand out of the device and cleaned her hand and fingers as she gloated to tease Kate a bit, "I’m already tasting the popcorn I’ll eat while you’ll clean."

"Hm, I wouldn’t be so sure of that. It’s a tie."

"What?" Y/N moved her body over to read on the phone screen and widened her eyes in shock when she read ‘7 minutes and 51 seconds’. "Holy shit."

"So, it means we both are really good in bed." Kate stated boldly as she put a finger under Y/N’s chin and made her head turn around to meet her lips in a languid kiss, that Y/N reciprocated eagerly right away.

"And it also means we both won and lost the bet." Y/N pouted cutely and Kate couldn’t help but awe at her and lean over to kiss her again, her tongue pushing past Y/N’s lips forcefully as she licked her mouth’s inside eagerly. "Well, we got each other in the end. So I guess we both won."

"Yeah." Kate nodded in agreement as she grinned widely at Y/N while nuzzling their noses cutely together, "but I still want to win that bet. My timing can be improved. I was just playing nice and going slow to make it easy for you."

"Cocky Bishop." Y/N shook her head in amusement as she grinned at her softly, "since we’re being honest, I did too play it nice. I had a distraction. I could’ve make the device reach the orgasm sooner if it wasn’t for your enchanting lips and mesmerizing eyes trapping me in."

"Oh so this is my fault?" Kate asked rhetorically as she bracketed Y/N’s face and pushed it closer to hers, their lips almost brushing together as their grins outshined the sun.

"Absolutely." Y/N nodded resolutely before giggling loudly. Kate then promptly swallowed Y/N’s laugh as she kissed her again, her body filling up with pure happiness as she hugged Y/N closer while their tongues danced together lovingly into their mouths. They kissed with no rush at all, just savoring each other’s taste, basking in the other’s closeness as they tried to wrap their minds around the fact they were finally kissing. "You’re so beautiful Kate."

The blue eyed girl blushed furiously at Y/N’s words as she brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear when they parted their lips to take some needed air back into their lungs, "and you are gorgeous Y/N/N." They both smiled sheepishly at their loving words whispered between swollen lips and brushed their noses together cutely while giggles left their throats and mixed together, "so, do we have to repeat our work on the device or are we both paying our bets?"

"Hm, I actually have a better idea, but first, come here." Kate chuckled when Y/N’s hand snaked around her neck and pushed her back onto her lips, letting her crush their mouths back together in an hungry kiss as her own hands fisted the Y/E/C girl’s hair to push her more into her. Y/N growled under her breath at the light stinging sensation on her scalp and moved her other hand planted between Kate’s shoulder blades down her back and grabbed her left ass cheek hard, glad Kate chose to wear sweatpants so she could enjoy and explore her ass more freely, something she wouldn’t have done that much easily if she had wore jeans. Y/N swallowed Kate’s moan after Y/N squeezed harshly her butt then whining into Kate’s mouth right after when the black haired girl’s sucked particularly hard on her tongue before licking thoroughly her mouth like her life depended on it. "C’mere." Y/N murmured between kisses before she moved her other hand gripping the archer’s neck hard down her ass and pushed on it eagerly to let her sit on her lap.

"Hm." Kate hummed at the new position and settled comfortably on Y/N’s legs after she straddled them while her tongue slipped out of her mouth and right back into Y/N’s one to take her time to suck on her wet muscle hungrily. When air became necessary they had to reluctantly pull away from one another, but their desires growing each passing second made it almost impossible to stay too much away from one another, so Y/N attached her lips onto Kate’s neck and peppered light kisses along the archer’s throat, smiling onto her skin when she heard and felt the archer whine in pleasure at her ministrations. "Oh Y/N/N."

"Wanna hear my idea?" Y/N murmured on Kate’s skin before biting gently on the girl’s pulse point then licking the raw skin tenderly to relieve the light stinging sensation there and smiled smugly when Kate moaned out loud and bucked her hips imperceptibly down onto Y/N’s lap, then when she recovered some of her sanity and her mind cleared, she nodded resolutely. She then grabbed Y/N’s scalp hard when the girl continued her assault on her neck as she kept kissing, licking and biting her skin but didn’t explain her idea yet, making Y/N smirk on Kate’s neck and left one more kiss there before moving up to her lips and kissed her gently and tenderly before nuzzling their noses together cutely then speaking up after moving a bit away to create some space between them, since they both didn’t know how to behave now that they could kiss the other like they had always wanted to. "I was thinking that, since we were too distracted by one another and by the unbearable sexual frustration surrounding us, we could repeat our work and timing us again. But I was thinking about discarding this device and maybe repeat everything onto each other?"

Kate felt her head spin wildly at the proposal as she had to take a double take while staring wide eyed at Y/N blushing furiously but carrying and bearing a determined, lustful glint and look in her gaze. "W-what? Really?"

"Yeah! But of course, only if you’re up to that. I’m willing to wait as much as we both need to take that step. I know we just kissed but I felt like maybe- I don’t know- I felt like we could take that step because I want you so so much and I feel like you maybe want me just as much, but I don’t know I maybe read the signals wrong. Oh shit, I’m sorry for overstepping some boundaries, forget I said any- mmph-"

Kate stopped Y/N’s cute rambling with bracketing her face with her hands and kissing her harshly, effectively taking both their breaths away and shutting the Y/H/C girl up, who was now sporting a dumb smile on her features. "You look cute, adorable when you ramble babe." Kate giggled at Y/N flushing visibly and combed her fingers in her hair when the girl leaned her face forward and hid it in the crook of her neck, "but to answer properly to your amazing suggestion- yes. I would love nothing more."

"Really?" Y/N asked timidly after she pulled herself away from Kate’s neck and met her eyes full of lust and desire, making her swallow visibly as something within her was set aflame by Kate’s intense stare.

"Yeah."

"You’re not just saying it to make me feel better? Because consent is important and-"

"Y/N/N I thought I was the one who adorably rambled and rambled to no end." Kate chuckled when Y/N blushed some more, making her face resemble a tomato, before kissing both her flushing cheeks softly.

"I’m just nervous okay? I like you. And we’ve just kissed. I don’t want to seem desperate or horny. Or looking for a one night stand. Because I don’t." Y/N clarified quickly as she stared deeply into Kate’s eyes while she listened intently. "You are so much more to me Kate. I’ve been pining over you for a while and I want to give you the world, hell the whole multiverse if I can."

Kate smiled lovingly down at Y/N and leaned over to leave a tender peck on her still swollen lips before pulling away and speaking up, "I don’t want a one night stand either. I like you, I’ve liked you for a while too. I’ve been trying to find enough courage to make a move on you, but I was too much of a coward fearing I would’ve lost you if you didn’t reciprocate my feelings." Kate admitted shyly as she played with a strand of Y/N’s hair, but her nerves instantly calmed when she felt a pair of warm hands caress her back softly.

"I would’ve never done something like that."

"I know, I was too afraid of telling you. But tonight something made me feel braver. I don’t know if it’s this device or not but I definitely need to thank Shuri."

"Y’know now that we are being honest, I almost asked you out last month when we were at the compound."

"Really?!" Kate asked in shock as her eyes widened comically, "why didn’t you ask me out then?"

"You were face timing your ex."

"WHAT?! No! That idiot called me because she wanted a relationship advice. She wanted to ask her teammate out and didn’t know how to do it." Kate groaned as she rolled her eyes, leaning her forehead on Y/N’s shoulder as she recalled that night, feeling the girl chuckle softly above her, making her body wobble gently with her own as she laughed. "You seriously have bad timing Y/N/N."

"Well excuse me, I wasn’t the one heart broken right after!" Y/N joked as she caressed Kate’s soft hair before she felt the girl lift her head up and meet her gaze.

"I’m sorry. We stayed on good terms. We dated just a few months and we pretty much just searched some good sex from our relationship, so it wasn’t a bad break up." Kate explained apologetically as she caressed Y/N’s jaw, "she started to have feelings for someone else and I just wasn’t feeling anything other than just a great friendship between us. So we broke up."

"Well you could’ve told me that when you talked about her." Y/N slapped Kate’s shoulder gently and both giggled at their conversation.

"I’m sorry!" Kate laughed loudly after a few seconds of silence and Y/N looked at her with a big smile as her stomach exploded with millions of butterflies flying around into it.

"What?"

"Can you actuality believe she gave me pep talks to ask you out that night?" Kate smiled brightly as she saw incredulity fall on Y/N’s face.

"Well I can since you just told me you were giving her some relationship advices to help her ask her teammate out when you couldn’t even do that with me."

"She said the exact same thing!" Kate stated with widened eyes and chuckled alongside Y/N as they both shook their heads in amusement. "Anyway, back to our previous conversation." Kate trailed off as she lowered her tone and watched as mirth shifted from Y/N’s eyes and desire settled back into them at her voice, while she moved Y/N’s hands from her back and pushed them down her ass, feeling her squeeze her ass cheeks once and making her moan softly before continuing, "take me to the bed and show me how good you actually are."

Y/N growled in pure desire as lust pumped fast into her veins at Kate’s sentence and sat up quickly with Kate into her arms, "do you have your phone with you?" When Kate nodded and patted her left pocket she sprinted down the corridor and entered her bedroom, before laying Kate gently down on the mattress and then crawling over her body slowly, just like a predator approached her prey. "Our bet still stands so I want to time my work in your wonderful pussy." Kate moaned loudly at Y/N’s crass sentence as she opened her legs and invited Y/N in to let her lay down on her body between them.

"Well I guess we need to get rid of these clothes then." Kate immediately proved her words by lifting Y/N’s sweatshirt up and off of her before moaning pitifully loud when she came face to face with her naked chest, meaning she neglected wearing a bra underneath her hoodie and that thought alone made her moan aloud as she took her time to admire Y/N’s boobs, "are you telling me we had been kissing with these amazing tits completely free under your hoodie?"

"Yeah. We were having a cozy night in, how did you expect me to wear a bra under comfy clothes?"

"Fuck."

"Earth to Bishop." Y/N chuckled at the archer whispering under her breath that word as she kept staring in awe at her chest, sending excited shivers all over Y/N’s body at the lust growing exponentially into Kate’s now almost black eyes each passing second.

"Sorry." Kate reluctantly detached her eyes from that mouthwatering and mesmerizing sight and met Y/N’s amused Y/E/C irises sheepishly, a small, soft blush dusting over her cheeks as she bit on her bottom lip slightly, a sight that Y/N found extremely adorable and cute, not to mention hot. She smiled tenderly at the archer and pecked her lips gently before nuzzling their noses softly together, "your boobs are a bit distracting. They are so beautiful you can not stare at them. I mean I could stare at them, all the time if I can, if you will allow me to of course. But y’know, what I’m trying to say is that they are just- fuck gorgeous, amazing, wonderful."

"Y’know, I never thought I would’ve ever heard you ramble about my boobs. I hoped so, I dreamed about it, but I never thought I would ever witness it. But here we are." Y/N joked with a smug smirk as the blush on Kate’s cheek deepened and it extended to her neck and ears. "And holy shit it made me feel so many things all at once."

"So it wasn’t kinda lame me rambling because your tits turned my brain into mush, was it?"

"Not even for a second. It was cute, adorable, extremely lovely. But now, I was wondering- are you going to just stare? Or are you also gonna do something?"

"Are you serious? C-can I?" Kate asked with her eyes shining brightly like she was a kid on Christmas Day opening her presents and gifts, making Y/N chuckled amusedly under her breath before pecking her lips sweetly.

"Of course, but first, you are too overdressed for my likings."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Yours of course." Y/N countered back with a smirk, delivering a great witty comeback, as she played with the hem of Kate’s hoodie, her digits brushing gently and softly Kate’s warm skin of her lower stomach, feeling the muscles there tense under her touch and sending shivers down both their spines in excitement and anticipation, Y/N shuddering for feeling those amazing, defined muscles tense under her finger while Kate shuddered for the amazing stimulation on her skin and for wanting nothing more than for Y/N to slip her fingers past the waistband of her pants and panties and fuck her.

"Why is that?! I think it’s pretty much your fault I’m still completely dressed."

"You’re right." Y/N smiled mischievously down at Kate before she sat up slowly while placing a hand behind the archer’s back, right between her shoulder blades, to make her sit up with her and as soon as they found themselves into a sitting position, Kate switched their positions quickly and straddled Y/N’s thighs and sat on her lap comfortably. "Fuck." Y/N murmured under her breath as she stared mesmerized up at Kate before she came back to her senses and lifted Kate’s hoodie up and threw it on the floor, then got rid of the sport bra Kate had under and almost drooled at the sight of Kate’s full breasts and perk up nipples staring back at her while her eyes filled with pure, raw, animalistic and predatory lust, "holy shit you’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to finish undressing you so I can see this masterpiece of a body fully and completely naked for me."

"I can say the same thing about you babe. I’ve been imagining how you look naked for a very long time." Kate murmured in an hoarse, sultry tone as one of her fingers traced Y/N’s left collarbone, traveling right between her breasts before circling Y/N’s left nipple teasingly with her pointer finger, making Y/N whine gently under her breath.

"Did you touch yourself when you thought about me naked?" Y/N asked in a seductive, low voice, watching elated as Kate’s hips bucked imperceptibly down her lap as her pupils dilated visibly before her and her bottom lip got trapped under her teeth, making Y/N want with all herself to replace her teeth with Kate’s own, but stopped herself to keep teasing the archer. "Did you make yourself come while you pictured me fully naked for you?" Y/N’s hands wrapped themselves around Kate’s torso before moving up her sides and finally grasping both of the archer’s full breasts and squeezing them experimentally, eliciting a loud, guttural groan from her before skidding her hands behind her back and traveling south to grip forcefully her ass to push her hips down on her lap teasingly, "answer me baby."

"Yes."

"Yes, what? Tell me more." Y/N teased as she attached her lips on Kate’s pulse point, leaving a few soft kisses there before biting down on it gently and licking the light sting with her tongue, watching as a small mark formed there.

Kate moaned at the gesture and bucked her hips again down on Y/N’s lap as she tried to find her voice to answer Y/N’s question and curiosity. "I imagined y-you naked with me in the shower."

"And?" Y/N mumbled on Kate’s throat before resuming her assault on her skin to leave another mark there as she basked in the small sounds leaving Kate as she tried to speak properly.

"You naked in my bed, in the Avengers Compound’s kitchen when no one is there, on my apartment’s couch, fuck, I- I imagined you everywhere naked with me. On my kitchen table, in the Avengers Compound’s gym, in my office, in your bed, in my bathtub, hell even in the Avengers Compound’s conference room."

"Hm, so many places. You must’ve touched yourself a lot." Y/N pointed out after leaving another mark yet before pulling herself reluctantly away from Kate’s skin and met her blown out pupils with fire burning into her almost black Y/E/C irises, "show me."

"W-what?"

"Show me how you touched yourself." Y/N repeated after explaining herself better and watched amused as Kate’s eyes widened comically while a whimper left her slightly parted mouth in shock.

"What?" Kate seemed to let out only that word as her brain tried to stop melting at the request Y/N just asked her to fulfill as fire burned wildly into her stomach at the dirty thoughts jumping to the forefront of her mind.

"I want to see you touching yourself in front of me. I can undress myself completely to help you and the process." Y/N smirked smugly as one of her hand left Kate’s ass to fondle with her breast again and watched as she archer opened her mouth to moan out in pleasure while arching her back and leaning her head back with her eyes closed for a few moments.

"I-I don’t-"

"Only if it’s okay with you. I know it’s a shocking request, but you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to. I just imagined you touching yourself like I’ve done a few times and fuck I want to witness that sight so bad. But if you’re not up to that, it’s okay."

Kate smiled warmly at Y/N and at her sweet words and pulled her into a languid kiss to calm her nerves down as she made up her mind, "no of course I want to. And shit, did you really thought about me touching myself?"

"Yeah, a few times. I’ve had the best orgasms after imagining you touching yourself in front of me." Y/N admitted truthfully and shamelessly as Kate blushed furiously at the new information, while her panties got completely ruined as fresh arousal spilled out of her already drenched core.

"Fuck, then I want to see you touch yourself too."

"Deal." Y/N kissed Kate soundly before pulling away, "do you want me naked?"

"Is that even a question? I will always want you naked." Kate countered back smugly as she gripped Y/N’s chin, pressed on it to part her lips wider and slipped her tongue forcefully into Y/N’s mouth to kiss her deeply, swallowing the needy moan leaving Y/N’s mouth at her bold gesture and words.

The two girls got rid of each other’s clothes as quickly as humanly possible before Kate resumed her position on Y/N’s lap, after the girl scooted up the bed and sat up on the headboard’s bed, giving the Y/H/C girl a wonderful view of her drenched pussy with her movements and smirked widely when she heard her moan with her eyes fixated on her core. "Like what you see?"

"A lot. I can’t wait lick you completely clean after you’ve pushed yourself off the edge." Y/N declared boldly as she stared intently into Kate’s dark blue pools, making her moan needily as her thighs twitched in anticipation.

"Fuck."

"Now tell me, what is your favorite scenario?"

"Hm, I think the one where you fuck me on the bench press after our daily workout at the Avengers Compound. Or the one where I eat you out on my kitchen table. Fuck, I came so fucking hard each single time after imagining you with me in those scenarios." Kate’s hand twitched around Y/N’s neck as her core pulsated wildly with those images flowing through her mind and reveled in Y/N’s small whine breathed out on her lips.

"Hm, just think how powerful your orgasm will be when we will make all those scenarios come true." Y/N stated with an humming, low tone as her lips returned on Kate’s neck and sucked the skin there harshly, eliciting another loud whine from the black haired girl as she bucked her hips down Y/N’s lap again to gain some friction.

"Fuck I can’t wait! Ah! C-can I t-touch myself now?"

"Baby you can do whatever you want." Kate moaned loudly and nodded furiously before moving one of her hands from Y/N’s neck and skidding it between their bodies before slipping it between her legs and teasing her entrance gently.

"Oh Y/N/N!" Kate moaned loudly at the stimulation her core was receiving before focusing her fingers’ touch on her clit, circling it a few times as she fought her eyes to stay open and stare back at Y/N, who was looking at her with her mouth open and her eyes full of lust, switching her focus from Kate’s dark blue eyes to her hand teasing her wet center.

"Holy shit, you look so hot right now."

"Fuck, oh Y/N/N, t-this i-is amazing, shit." Y/N licked her dry lips as she moved her eyes from Kate’s ones to look down at her hand’s movements between her legs and moaned alongside Kate when she watched the girl slip just the tip of her middle finger into her core before pushing it out again, "hearing your voice is so much better than imagining it."

"Does my voice turn you on?"

"Ah! Fuck yes!" Kate couldn’t take anymore teasing, so she just slipped her middle finger in and closed her eyes just a moment to bask in the amazing sensation of being finally touched and filled by a finger, even if it wasn’t Y/N’s one, yet.

"Can I talk while you touch yourself?"

"Holy shit yes, yes, yes!" Kate chanted as she pushed a second finger in and started pumping slowly but steadily into her core while moving her hips down after each thrust up to increase her pleasure.

"Y’know we’ve been here on this mission for almost a month and I must admit I touched myself a few times while thinking about taking you on my desk when everyone was out of the way in some other class."

"Oh fuckfuck." Kate breathed out loudly as she sped up her movements just tad as her other hand gripped Y/N’s neck hard, making Y/N lose her focus on Kate’s eyes just a moment to look at her ministrations in her core, before shaking her head to focus back on her words and train of thoughts.

"Have you?"

"Shit! Yes! I never imagined you as a professor, but holy s-shit-fuck- you are hot as hell as one of them." Kate trailed off to moan loudly after a particular hard thrust into her core and shivered copiously when she felt Y/N’s hand on her hips twitch gently on her skin. "Last week when you talked about licking a girl out properly? Fuck I came three times that night in the shower."

"Holy shit." Y/N growled as she recalled her lesson and remembered that night Kate took longer than usual to shower as she cooked their dinner. "Y-you said you did some yoga before taking a shower."

"I-I lied. I couldn’t exactly tell y-you, ‘oh sorry for taking so long, but my pussy demanded three orgasms before being satisfied after your amazing lesson about eating a girl out’."

Y/N chuckled at Kate’s bite into her tone before choking on her laugh as it died in her throat when Kate sped up some more her tempo and used the palm of her hand to stimulate her clit, while rotating her hips with her fingers’ rhythm to increase her pleasure. "You could’ve said exactly that. I would’ve tutored you with private lessons with a few demonstrations."

"Holy FUCK!" Kate moaned loudly at that as she pushed her fingers deeper into her, the coiling feeling into her stomach making itself known as it was almost ready to snap. "C-can you- fuck ah!" Kate moaned loudly when she hit her clit just right and bucked her hip down her hand to chase down her growing orgasm, "can you put your hands on my a-OH SHIT YES!" Y/N didn’t even let Kate finish her question before her hands flew down her ass and kneaded it greedily as her lips attracted themselves right back on the archer’s neck, "oh Y/N/N I’m so close."

"Fuck Kate, you look so hot like this. Let me see you come. Let me see how beautiful you look while letting go." And Kate did a few second later with a loud wail moaned right into Y/N’s mouth, her juices spilling out of her core and onto her hand as her body spasmed and trashed wildly from her powerful orgasm. "Holy shit, that was so fucking hot."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was so powerful." Y/N kissed Kate’s cheek repeatedly to help her come down from her high before engulfing her lips into a slow, sensual kiss, taking advantage of Kate being distracted by her kisses to grasp the hand’s that was buried into her core wrist and pull her fingers up to her face level, then detaching their lips to take some air. Kate looked at her confused as she took shallow breaths and was ready to lean back into another kiss when she stopped in her tracks as a moan left her lips when Y/N pushed her fingers still glowing with her juices into her mouth to lick them clean, moaning lewdly around them as she sucked them clean.

"Hm, you taste so good babe." Kate growled under her breath after Y/N pulled her hand away from her mouth with a loud pop and stated those words smiling smugly and gripped Y/N’s neck harshly to clash their lips needily, her tongue immediately slipping into the Y/H/C girl’s mouth to suck on her tongue and moaning loudly into her mouth when she tasted herself on her tongue.

"I want to see you touch yourself too now."

"Do you want to switch places?"

"No, I actually want to sit back and enjoy the view." Kate sat up from Y/N’s lap and scooted back to the middle of the bed, sitting back on her shins as she eyed Y/N hungrily, "spread your beautiful legs for me and let me see that pretty pussy of yours."

Y/N almost came at Kate’s purring tone and immediately did as she was told, planting her feet on the bed and spreading her legs apart to give Kate a wonderful view of her dripping pussy. Y/N shivered visibly at the hungry look Kate was giving her as her eyes stayed laser focused on her pussy while licking her lips hungrily. "I love how you’re looking at me right now." Y/N stated as she teasingly moved her right hand between her legs and spread her folds before moving her fingers to her clit to roll it slowly between them, just to tease herself but especially see Kate’s reaction to her actions. She smirked widely when she watched her eyes darken instantly with pure hunger burning behind them as she clenched her fists on her thighs while biting on her bottom lip hard.

"You have no idea how much I’m fighting against myself from jumping on your bones right now."

"I let you have your fun while suffering for not touching you. So now you will do the same." Kate moaned pitifully as she nodded in understanding while Y/N slipped a finger in, too much turned on to endure some more teasing for herself. It was already turning her on to no end the archer witnessing her masturbating. Kate staring at her like that was enough. "You can touch me wherever you want except my pussy. That’s my job for now. You let me kiss you neck and touch your ass as you-fuck- pleasured yourself, so you can do the same now."

"So I can do this, right?" Kate asked with a mischievous glint into her eyes and a wide grin slipping on her lips as she scooted closer to Y/N, positioned herself right in front of her, careful in putting enough distance between their bodies to let Y/N touch herself freely, and stared intently into her eyes as she lowered her face on Y/N’s chest and wrapped a perk up nipple into her mouth. Y/N moaned loudly at the gesture and increased her speed into her core, moaning again when Kate sucked hungrily on her nipple before biting on it hard. "Your tits are amazing." Kate mumbled with Y/N’s nipple into her mouth before swirling her tongue around it and then focusing her attention on the other one, giving it the same treatment. She moaned around Y/N’s breast as she left a hickey there, when Y/N’s free hand laid between her shoulder blades was pushing her more into her chest, making Kate’s abs flush on Y/N’s arm and wrist working into her core and making her feel the movements of her hand buried into her core on her abs’ skin and driving her crazy to no end.

"Oh Kate, I’m so close! Kate!" Y/N moaned loudly when Kate involuntarily pushed her torso down onto her body and made her hand push in deeper into her core, "fuck do that again." Kate repeated her gesture and this time moaned alongside Y/N when her own center demanded some more attention again, but restrained herself from doing that, wanting to make this all about Y/N. She will discuss about the idea of giving the other pleasure while they pleasured themselves later and see if they can do that later on. Kate bit particularly hard on Y/N’s nipple and felt the girl cant her hips up after a particular hard thrust and moaned loudly in ecstasy, "shit babe, I’m so close."

"Wait, I want to see you come properly." Kate murmured on Y/N’s boob, before sucking on her nipple a bit more then reluctantly pulling away and resuming her previous sitting position in front of her, making Y/N spread her legs wider involuntarily. "Look at you, spread out for me and ready to come."

"Yes baby, I’ve wanted nothing more. Shit, I can feel it!"

"Come for me baby. Let me see that amazing pussy come." Y/N moaned pitifully at those words and increased her speed as humanly possible, pushing deeper and deeper before coming with a loud moan of Kate’s name. The archer stared mesmerized as she watched Y/N’s core clench around her fingers as juices spilled out of her center and a bit onto the sheets, licking her lips hungrily as her tongue itches to taste.

"Wow, fucking shit." Y/N whined when she pushed her fingers away from her core and looked seductively at Kate as she moved them around in the air between them, "wanna ta-HOLY FUCKING SHIT YES!" Y/N moaned out loud as a scream left her lips when Kate didn’t let Y/N finish her sentence and dived right between her legs, attaching her lips onto her core, then engulfing her still a bit pulsating clit between her lips and sucked on it harshly. "Oh babe, it feels so good." Y/N whined in satisfaction when Kate’s tongue joined her lips and lapped up at her clit precisely, sending white shocks of pure pleasure throughout her whole body, making it twitch in ecstasy. Y/N’s fingers, after cleaning them on the sheets, combed needily into Kate’s black tresses and gripped on her scalp heavily every time Kate bit or sucked particularly hard on her clit, making her moan a few times from the pleasurable sting and its vibrations made Y/N arch her back and neck as she wailed in rapture.

"You taste so good baby. Can I fuck you with my tongue?" Kate pushed against Y/N’s grip and pulled her head away just a bit to look into Y/N’s eyes from her position between her legs and ask her gently, smirking when the girl’s pupils blowed instantly as a moan slipped out of her lips.

"Yes, oh fuck yes!" Kate chuckled when Y/N pushed her head back between her legs before resuming her previous ministrations on her core, paying some more attention on Y/N’s clit, suckling on it and adding precise stokes of her tongue before moving down Y/N’s folds, opening them thoroughly by passing her tongue between them, before pulling herself slightly away to look up at Y/N and admire her naked form from that angle.

"So beautiful." Y/N whined in need as their eyes stayed glued to each other and watched as Kate leaned her cheek on her inner thigh as she gazed her body hungrily.

"You can stare at me later, please fuck me now."

"Bossy." Kate smirked as she teased Y/N just a bit more, before giving what Y/N needed and slowly eased her tongue into her core, wailing in the process when she felt the intoxicating sensation of Y/N’s walls wrapping around her wet muscle as she slipped it as deep as she could into her and of her heady smell and taste invading her senses. She stilled her movements for just a few seconds to let Y/N adjust to the intrusion, smiling widely when Y/N bucked her hips up in need after a few seconds and then slipped her tongue out almost completely before pushing it right back in.

"Fuck, your tongue is so fucking good."

"Hm, just wait for my fingers." Kate murmured right onto Y/N’s wet lips, before thrusting her tongue right back in, repeating the same movements over and over for a while to let Y/N enjoy herself as much as she could and just as much as she was enjoying fucking her with her tongue. When she felt the girl’s orgasm was starting to build as her movements became sloppier while she started to moan more frequently, increasing her voice copiously in the process, Kate slipped her tongue out and moved her lips up to engulf Y/N’s pulsating clit once more, and smirked in anticipation when Y/N whined in protest, only for that sound to morph into a loud scream of pleasure, when Kate, without notice, slipped two fingers in and started an already fast and relentless pace into her cunt. "Told ya."

"OH! AH! Babe, fuck, yes! Right there! Oh fuck, fuck!" Y/N was a moaning mess as she tried to not to get overwhelmed by the incredible pleasure she was experiencing, Kate delivering it with precise and hard movements that almost made her see stars as she neared the edge after each deep, harsh thrust. "Fuck, there, babe! I-I-"

"Don’t hold back. Scream loud who is making you feel this good."

"OH SHIT KATE THERE!" Kate smirked proudly around Y/N’s clit when she bit gently on it as she pushed her fingers deeper and harder before curling them a few times into her center.

After about 2 minutes later, Y/N’s hips sloppily canted up to meet Kate’s thrusts, her body trashing around in pure pleasure as she was near the edge, making the archer feel an urge to see, feel, taste her come undone with her fingers and mouth, so she pulled her lips away from the Y/E/C girl’s pulsating clit just enough to murmur on it her next sentence with labored breath and lustful eyes, "come for me babe. Give it all to me."

And Y/N did. Right after Kate’s words, Y/N came with a loud moan of Kate’s name falling off her lips, her body spasming uncontrollably as her orgasm spilled out of her core and right into Kate’s mouth, who promptly slipped her fingers out and replaced them with her tongue to drink Y/N up completely and lick her clean thoroughly. "Fuck." Y/N whispered when Kate slowed her movements to a stop and pecked her clit before laying another peck on her left inner thigh before pecking Y/N’s skin all over as she moved up her body before stopping at her lips to lay a gentle peck there after asking silently if it was okay since she still had a bit of Y/N’s juices on her lips and chin and Y/N nodding in assertion. "You were right. You are so fucking good."

Kate felt pride swell into her chest at Y/N’s truthful statement and kissed her soundly before laying her body over hers and cuddling her warmly, "thank you. I would really like to say the same, but-" Kate trailed off to shrug innocently as a wide, cheeky grin fell on her lips at her teasing words and chuckled amusedly when Y/N opened her mouth outraged and gasped dramatically.

"You Kate Bishop, are going to wipe that smirk off your lips, or I will."

"Hm, I would really love to see you tRY OH GOD." Kate laughed heartily when Y/N lifted her body up to switch their positions, laying Kate comfortably on the pillows and mattress as she hovered over Kate and looked at her predatorily. "Fuck."

"You. Yeah, that’s what I’m about to do." Y/N murmured seductively on Kate’s lips before engulfing them into a slow, languid kiss as her hands skidded all over her body to feel as muck skin as she could. Y/N promptly swallowed Kate’s moan as she slipped her tongue into her mouth when both her hands wrapped themselves around Kate’s boobs and kneaded them eagerly, "fuck."

It was Kate’s time to swallow Y/N’s moan when she arched her back more into her hands while her own clasped around Y/N’s ass to flush their bodies together more. "Please baby, I can’t wait any longer. I want you inside."

"Your wish is my command babe." Y/N murmured on Kate’s lips as she immediately detached one of her hands off Kate’s chest and skimmed it down her body before reaching its destination between the black haired girls legs, onto her core, circling around Kate’s entrance and gasping loudly at the amount of wetness she found there as she collected it to lubrificate her fingers. "Hm, so ready for me."

Kate moaned pitifully when Y/N eased one finger in, almost coming undone on the spot when she remembered it was now Y/N pushing her finger in and out of her and not herself anymore as she imagined Y/N fucking her. It was really happening. "Shit, you feel so good babe."

"So tight." Y/N grunted as she slipped her finger out and pushed it back in after adding another one in the mix, reveling in Kate’s moan of approval as she arched her back in pleasure. "So beautiful."

"Oh fuck. Babe!" Kate slammed her head down on the pillow when Y/N pushed her digits back in and curled them once she was buried knuckle deep into her center to hit a new spot within Kate that made her writhe her body in ecstasy. Y/N moved her lips down Kate’s throat to leave another visible mark there yet before slipping her tongue out and licking a trail down her collarbones and sternum, reaching her yearned destination on Kate’s chest a second later when she kissed Kate’s right nipple softly before engulfing it with the warmth of her mouth and sucking on it harshly all the while adding her thumb in her fingers’ mix on Kate’s core and pressed on the archer’s clit hard, rolling it a few times before releasing it and repeating the motion. "Fuck, shit, fuck. Babe, more please."

"Do you want another finger?"

"Yes, please yes!" Kate wailed out in rapture when a few moments later Y/N slipped her two fingers out and added a third one before slamming her digits back into Kate’s core forcefully, hitting something deep within her that made her back arch in pleasure as a loud scream left her lips, "Y/N/N!!" Kate’s head trashed around side to side as pleasure filled every cell of her body, making her almost see stars every time Y/N slammed her fingers back in forcefully.

"Are you close baby?" Y/N asked after she pulled her mouth away with a loud ‘pop’ from Kate’s nipple and basked in Kate’s face contorted in pleasure with her mouth open in an ‘O’ shape and profanities, mixed with her name moaned out loud, left it.

"Yes!" Kate moaned out loud as she canted her hips up sloppily to meet Y/N’s thrusts and to increase her pleasure, hitting a new, deep spot inside her that made the coiling feeling into her lower stomach almost ready to snap and tip her off the edge, her body wrecked by hard shivers each time Y/N curled her fingers and made her clench her digits into Y/N’s back’s skin, positive it will definitely leave red marks there from how hard she was gripping onto her back in pleasure. Y/N grunted gently under her breath at the soft stinging sensation on her skin but pushed it aside and focused on delivering the best pleasure she could give to Kate and help her reach her tipping point, then pulled her thumb away from the archer’s clit and used the palm of her hand instead to tease and stimulate it as much as she could, pushing on it each time she thrusted her fingers back into Kate’s core. She felt the girl’s walls clench hard around her fingers, a clear sign the black haired girl was near the edge, so she doubled her efforts and sped up her movements meanwhile she switched to the other nipple and sucked on it like her life depended on it, "yes baby! Oh shit, like that! Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can feel it!"

"Come for me baby. Let me see how fucking beautiful you look when you come on my fingers." Y/N murmured greedily on Kate’s nipple pulling away from it just a moment to speak those words before biting on it particularly hard, but not too much to hurt Kate, smirking proudly when the blue eyed girl arched her back in pleasure at her gesture, and then engulfing it with her tongue to lick it thoroughly and to soothe the stinging sensation from her bite and to wear it off. After a few hard, deep thrusts Kate tipped off the edge with a particularly loud scream of Y/N’s name leaving her mouth, her juices flooding out of Kate’s core and onto Y/N’s hand as her body twitched in pure ecstasy. Y/N gradually slowed her fingers down to help Kate ride her post-coital wave as much as she could before stopping her movements altogether only when the archer’s body stopped trembling and slumped back on the mattress. Y/N then reluctantly pulled her mouth away from Kate’s nipple, left a loving peck there before moving up Kate’s body, leaving a trail of sweet, tender, soft and gentle kisses in her trail up the blue eyed girl’s wonderful body, and reaching her destination on Kate’s lips a second later, pecking them repeatedly a few times in a sweet gesture before kissing her languidly as she laid her naked body over Kate’s naked body, careful in not crushing her body and hurting her. "Hi there."

"Hello baby." They both smiled sheepishly at one another as they leaned their foreheads together and nuzzled their noses cutely, before sharing another sweet, gentle peck, then pulling away to let Kate continue with her train of thoughts, "I feel so thoroughly fucked I think I’m flying."

"No babe, you are here with me. But I’m happy you feel like that, it means I did something good."

"More than good. Wonderful. Amazing. Incredibly sublime." Kate stated still a bit dazed and watched a cute smile unfold on Y/N’s features that freed the butterflies in her stomach and made her own dumb grin broaden widely. They let a few moments of silence engulf them before Kate spoke up once again, "so, who did ultimately win?"

"Oh no, we forgot to start the chronometer!" Y/N turned her head around to locate Kate’s phone and found it laying on the floor where she left it in her pants she threw there not too long ago.

"Well it means we have to do another round." Kate stated seductively as her hands descended down Y/N’s body and found their purchase on her ass, squeezing it hard and kneading it greedily as she flushed their bodies impossibly closer, eliciting a loud moan from the Y/H/C girl as she laid her head on Kate’s collarbones, nibbling the skin there softly.

"Let me go grab the phone then."

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Yours Submissively ~ Innocence

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N Taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Isabella Davis was so close she could taste it. Graduation was weeks away.  Her internship at Stark Industries was almost done.  She was lucky to have gotten a spot even if she wasn’t in the engineering program.  But Tony Stark insisted on diversity. She was at her intern desk when the email came through.  

Unfortunately, we can no longer support as many interns as before.  However, we may have found a potential new sponsor for the program. Details will be released soon. 

Isabella’s heart sank. If she couldn’t finish the internship, her chances at landing a good position at a good school would be gone.  She put her head in her hands and just prayed that either she wouldn’t be cut or that the new sponsor would come through.  

“Hey Belle, are you alright?” 

Belle looked up to see her best friend Delilah Stevens looking at her with concern.  “Did you get the email Lila?” 

“Yeah, but I’m not worried about it.  I heard that it would be Grant that would take them over.”  

“Great, another company ran by a former Avenger. They don’t believe in supporting education.”  

“Are you serious Belle?  Steve Rogers has two scholarship programs dedicated to teachers.”  

“Too bad he wasn’t around when I needed those.”  Belle tossed her black hair into a ponytail. “Did you need something Lila?” 

“Yeah, actually, Mr. Stark needs some signatures from Grant and he asked me but I need to finish the project he asked for.  Could you go for me?” 

“Really Lila?” Belle rolled her eyes. “Fine I’ll go so at least I can prove how useful I am.” 

“Belle, c’mon. You’ll be fine.”  Delilah handed the folder with the papers. “There is a car waiting for you downstairs. Just tell reception that they are from Mr. Stark and they’ll direct you to where to go.”  

“Whatever.”  Belle trudged on her coat and headed to the car service waiting for her.  Belle thought back on Delilah’s comments.  Lila could afford to be optimistic on this turn of events.   She already had her position within her own family’s company so she really didn’t need this internship. She arrived at Grant and headed in.  At reception she was told to go to the 17th floor and Devon would assist her.  

Riding up the elevator took no time and Belle found herself in a beautiful waiting room.  “Miss Stevens?” A beautiful blonde approached her.  

“I apologize, Miss Stevens was indisposed.  I was sent in her place.  I’m Isabella Davis.”  

Devon smiled at the young woman.  “Give me just a moment. Cindy will take your coat.” 

Belle handed off her coat to a much younger looking girl and looked around the office.  The room was decorated with muted blues with paintings of America around.  The furniture was in rich mahogany.   Belle was impressed.  

“Miss Davis, if you could follow me.”  Devon smiled and gestured toward large double doors.  She opened the door and Belle moved to walk in.  She missed the ledge and tripped, tumbling to the ground.  

“Are you alright?” A strong male voice asked, reaching for her arm.  

“I’m fine.”  She looked up to see a set of ocean blue eyes looking at her.  Blonde hair, a trimmed beard set in a strong chin, Belle couldn’t help but stare.  

“Are you sure Miss Stevens?” 

That snapped Belle back.  She got up and looked the man dead on.  “Sorry, Miss Stevens couldn’t make it.  I’m Isabella Davis.” 

“Steve Rogers,” he said with an extension of his hand. Belle swallowed. She took his hand.  It was warm and strong. “You had some documents for me to sign?” 

“Oh, yes.”  She looked around and found them on the floor.  She bent over to reach for them and turned around to see Steve staring at her.  She cleared her throat.  “I’m so sorry.”  

“It’s fine.”  Steve took the papers from Belle and started to review them quickly.  Belle took the chance to look around.  She noted that the office was the same as reception but notably void of any references to the super soldier’s retired persona.  

“Miss Davis, was it?” Steve watched at the girl looked around his office. 

“Yes, sir.  Isabella or Belle, which ever you like.”  

At “sir” something inside Steve stirred.  But he concentrated on his duty.  Now was not the time. “Isabella, you’re an intern over at Stark?” 

“Yes, sir I am.  Although not sure for how much longer.” 

“Oh, why is that?” 

“I was just informed that they are either letting go or reassigning some of the interns.  Not sure what will happen to me.” 

“I’m sure you are a bright young woman, Isabella.”  

“Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Rogers but as you don’t know me it may not be warranted.”  

“I always see potential Miss Davis.” Steve grew angry at her dismissal of his assessment of her.  He took in her dark hair, those amazing eyes and perfect body. He knew his anger was irrational.  She knew nothing of him and she wasn’t his employee. Yet.  

He finished signing the papers and placed them back into the folder.  “Here you are Miss Davis.”  

Belle knew she had pissed him off by talking back but she couldn’t help it.  It was hard for her to accept an unwarranted compliment.  She took the documents back.  “Thank you, Mr. Rogers.  I’ll see myself out.”  She headed towards the door, taking care of her step this time.  

“Allow me.”  Steve opened the door for her and walked her to the elevator.  “Don’t want anything else to happen to you.  Stark would have my head.  Did you have a coat?” 

“Yes, umm…” she looked around and Cindy appeared with her coat.  “Thank you.”  

Steve took the coat and helped Belle into it. His fingers brushed the back of her neck, causing goosebumps to erupt on her skin.  The elevator arrived and Belle stepped in. Steve looked at her.  “Isabella.”  

“Steve.”  And the doors closed.  

Belle made it back to the town car without another incident and took a steadying breath. He was intense, she thought.  She closed her eyes but suddenly snapped them open.  In the darkness of her closed eyes, all she could see was his.  She shook her head and headed back to Stark Industries.  

She arrived back at her desk with a message for her to see Maria Hill as soon as possible.  Belle raced over to Maria’s office.  Before she knocked on the door, she straightened her skirt and blouse.  “Come in,” she heard after she knocked.  She walked in to the office and stood in front of a serious looking woman.  “You wanted to see me Ms. Hill.”  

“Hey Belle, yes.  We need to send an intern to sit with a guest of honor at tonight’s gala. This could be a wonderful opportunity for you to make a good first impression on a potential reference for your resume.”  

“I’m honored at the opportunity Ms. Hill.  But I don’t have a dress for something like a gala.”  

“I thought as much.  I’m sending you to the boutique on 3rd.  They will have a few options for a dress and it will be charged to the company since this would be a work event.” 

“Thank you, Ms. Hill.” 

“You leave in half an hour and then a prep team will get you ready at the boutique its self since you won’t have time. Maria stood up and headed out her door.  Thank you for being so amenable to this sudden invitation.”  She headed to the elevator leaving a stunned Belle in the office. She took the directions handed to her by Maria and made her way to close her desk.  

She noticed that Lila was already gone for the day so finished up and headed back to the town cars that would take her to the boutique. She arrived and the ladies hustled her into a dressing room. She tried on multiple gowns, finally settling on a strapless cream-colored dress. Her black hair was pulled into a French knot and her makeup was simple. Belle felt lucky that she had worn her diamond studs to work that day, a gift from her adopted father on her 16th birthday, mere days before he died. She headed back out to the town car, and it wished her to the Met for the gala.  

Once there, an escort walked her through the tables to one front and center. The other guests will be arriving shortly he told her. She sat in her designated seat and reviewed the menu in front of her. She then felt like she wasn’t alone.  

“Isabella?” 

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Brutalism and High Modernism in ANDOR's Production Design

So about a week ago I wrote about how the production design of Ferrix was clearly coming from a Bauhaus school of design, and I might have threatened to write about the use of Brutalism on Coruscant, and some of you fools have encouraged me. So you have only yourselves to blame for this.

I hope you're happy with yourselves.

First, the disclaimer: while I have taught AP Art History in the past, and am a nerd about architecture, I am mostly an autodidact about this stuff. My areas of expertise are in history, anthropology, political science, and education. So please understand that I am not specifically trained in this, and when (not if) I get something incorrect, I'm always open to friendly and helpful correction.

Now. ONWARDS TO CORUSCANT!

I will admit, friends, that I am very much Not A Prequels Person, and I haven't watched any of the animated Star Wars series, so I can offer no points of comparison between ANDOR's depiction of Coruscant and other SW media. I can only work off of Luke Hull's vision of the galactic capital, and-- damn, that is no bad thing.

We'll start with an aerial view from episode 7. As the camera soars over a portion of the endless city, we see the occasional building with strong geometric shapes-- such as the one on the above right-- that look like nothing so much as the Chrysler Building in New York City. I mean, look at those stacked triangular corner pieces and the metallic cladding on some of those curves! It's such a strong, unmistakable reference. Now, if you know your architecture, you'll be like, "But SomeInstant, this rant is supposed to be about Brutalism and High Modernism, and that's clearly an Art Deco reference!" AND YOU ARE CORRECT, MY FRIEND. Good eye!

Art Deco is an international style-- one of the first!-- that developed following World War I, reaching its height of influence in the late 1920s and early 1930s. It was associated with style, glamor, craftmanship, rich materials, and a sense of technology and progress. And it shares a common ancestor with Bauhaus designs-- they're both strongly influenced by the Vienna Secession movement. But while Bauhaus was about the accessibility and utility of design for the Common Man, Art Deco was fancy. The materials weren't your common brick or tile: it's chrome and ivory and inlaid tropical woods. Mon Mothma's apartment has some serious Art Deco references in it, if you want to look-- those pretty geometric white screen things between rooms? That's what I'm talking about.

So what we have here is a building that is speaking the same stylistic language as the buildings on Ferrix, but with a VERY different accent, and to a totally different audience. I would like to think that both the building we see here on Coruscant and, say, Maarva's home on Ferrix were built around the same time-- but the language of power and privilege and the physical reality of each are totally separate.

But what happens if we move lower? What if we stop just looking at the skyline, and adjust our gaze down a little?

Now, this is Brutalism. (And also a killer shot, god damn.)

So. As an architectural and design form, Brutalism has its roots in post-World War II Britain, and is marked by a reliance on the plain, unadorned exposure of building materials such as concrete, steel beams, plate glass, exposed pipes, and bricks. In its emphasis on common materials, Brutalism is closely related to Bauhaus design. But Bauhaus uses more rounded shapes, and plaster or tilework to turn everyday materials into decoration. Brutalism foregoes that finish, however-- and it has a certain stark, clean appeal, especially when its done thoughtfully.

Brutalism is a style of design that is often associated with public constructions: mass transit, public housing, libraries, universities, government offices. If you've ever been to Washington D.C., the Metro is a great example of this-- that coffered cement curve of the ceiling? Pure Brutalism. And this is because Brutalism could be a form of design that was simple and cost effective. At its best, Brutalist designs offered simple, affordable housing, and could be constructed relatively quickly. Personally, I really dig a lot of Brutalist architecture-- it can be amazing!

But there are many, many criticisms of Brutalism as a design form: it can feel impersonal, cold, and flattening. It's very strongly associated with forced population movements: that is, the destruction of existing neighborhoods, and the mass relocation of people for convenience's sake. (That is, for the convenience of the state. We'll come back to this.) Take a look at Soviet-era apartment blocks, or the forcible relocation of the Inuit in Greenland in the 1950s-- the housing that was provided was typically Brutalist in its design. Thus, Brutalism has become historically associated with totalitarianism and the strong hand of the state, and the loss of individualism.

Another reason why some folks object to Brutalism as a form is the exposure of construction materials like concrete can mean that the surfaces can become stained and discolored, or wear unevenly in some climates. The broad, flat surfaces can become the target of graffiti-- I mean, if you have a problem with that, which I don't, because it can be amazing and the only difference between graffiti and public art is usually the zip code and price tag. Actually, a lot of very cool Brutalist buildings are beloved not because of their designs, but because of the fact that they're perfect for murals. Check out much of downtown Atlanta or Mexico DF (especially the campus of UNAM) for evidence of this.

But I haven't seen a single mural or tag on any of the shots of Coruscant thus far: it's just sterile, industrial concrete as far as the eye can see. That's state control for you.

So, anyway-- that's a Very Good Thematic Reason to use Brutalism as the main design influence on the lower echelons of Coruscant. If the Art Deco skyscrapers are coming from the same lineage as the Bauhaus design on Ferrix and speak to the Empire's surface-level ambitions, the Brutalist underpinnings of the galactic capital show its organizational power.

Which leads us to High Modernism.

High Modernism comes out of Brutalism, historically-speaking-- but as you might be able to guess, the materials used in its construction tend to be more polished than the unrefined, simple finishes of Brutalist architecture. No vast planes of concrete here: no, bring on the sheets of glass, the slabs of polished stone. There's still a strong geometric language at play, a lack of ornate decoration-- but there's a degree of sterility in High Modernism that isn't present in Brutalism.

High Modernism is associated with the Cold War era of the late 1950s and 1960s-- and is therefore a DAMN good style choice for the ISB. My god. It's a design school that is all about technology and control: control over the environment, control over civic spaces, control over labor-- you name it.

The thing I associate with High Modernism above all else is the notion of state legibility: the idea that populations and spaces are organized into a structure that the state can read and therefore control. James C. Scott has a whole book about this, called Seeing Like a State. It's not my favorite of his works-- that would be Weapons of the Weak-- but his overriding thesis about how state policies of legibility are often destructive to culture and communities are worth coming back to. I mean, think about city and civil engineering, housing laws, city grids-- or Imperial sectors.

In our world, maybe the best example of High Modernism would be the work of Le Corbusier and his followers-- I mean, consider Brasilia! It's an artificially planned city, designed to reflect the aspirations of a growing nation: Ordem e Progresso, right? High Modernism tends to disregard historical realities, cultural practices, and the way people actually use spaces-- which, again, is exactly why Luke Hull is giving us this:

It's almost like these folks at ANDOR are good at their damn jobs, or something.

(Join me next time on SomeInstant Talks About Architecture in Andor: Wait, Is Niamos Space Acapulco, or What?)

#art and architecture #andor spoilers #andor #episode 4 spoilers #episode 7 spoilers #episode 6 spoilers #brutalism #art deco #high modernism #academic nonsense #sometimes i teach art history #production design #this is now a luke hull fanpage #star wars design #star wars #coruscant

[seventeenlovesthree]

These loose character descriptions are KILLING ME.

Daisuke: While attending culinary school, he has already begun to training at a ramen ship. On days when the store is closed, he is allowed to use the store as it is and serves family-style ramen as the owner. He spends his days researching ramen with V-mon, even though he lives alone at home. (Living alone, huh. Just like your senpai, huh. You better not spiral into depression too, boy.)

Ken: As the winter of his sophmore year of college approaches, the brilliant & talented Ken is gradually beginning to look more to his future, and he continues to study for the police officer's exam. On campus, he continues to be the object of heated attention from those around him, but not one can get in the way of his leasurely reading time with Wormmon. (Everyone is still swooning over Ken, pass it on.)

Miyako: After completing her studies in Spain, Miyako is now studying programming in India. Because Koushiro is extrmeley busy, the 'Digimon Connected' community is mainly run by her. She still likes to wear brightly colored clothing. (SHE’S TAKING AFTER MIMI SO MUCH, I AM SO PROUD. Also Koushirou being “extremely busy”, so she has to take over the Chosen Children network, huh... Now I’m even more curious than before, thanks a lot, Toei, if my boy is taking over the world, you need to let us know.)

Iori: Iori, the youngest member of the group, has already decided to go to law school and has started working part-time at a lawyer's office, although doing simple tasks. He continues to practice kendo, which he learned from his grandfather, and while he has a serious side, he values the relaxed time he can spend with the cheerful and optimistic Armadimon. (The boy is so committed and straightforward, but he’s learning to relax too, I am so proud.)

Takeru: He is a sophomore in the department of literature. He enjoys spending days with everyone, male and female alike, but when it comes time to get to his computer, he's serious about his writing. However, when it comes time to play with Patamon, he thinks nothing of it. (BISEXUAL!TAKERU CONFIRMED.)

Hikari: While studying early childhood education at a junior college, she also works part-time at a daycare center and plays with children in the field. In place of her busy older brother, she works hand-in-hand with Tailmon in Digimon related activities and serves as a hub for her friends. (WHY CAN I PICTURE HER PLAYING WITH CHILDREN SO VIVIDLY. Also, yes, Taichi is busy too, huh...)

#digimon adventure the beginning #daisuke motomiya #ken ichijouji #miyako inoue #iori hida #takeru takaishi #hikari yagami #digimon

[bobbiworks]

Beyond the Bell's Chimes | Part 55

It was just in time for the Segye High School Cultural Festival when Jiwoo returned to school. Their class had decided to showcase the Mars Club as one of the opening acts for the main event, while simultaneously organizing a horror room for their class booth. Thanks to Sohee's exceptional leadership as the class mayor, this year's festival preparations exceeded everyone's expectations.

Jiwoo, having been on temporary leave from school, was unable to participate in the preparations. Nevertheless, the school principal assigned her additional tasks to assist the student council, recognizing her as a valued member. Eunseok, ensuring she didn't overexert herself on her first day back after a long rest, took care of Jiwoo throughout.

Walking down the hallway with Sungchan, both carrying flyers for the upcoming main event, Jiwoo headed towards the faculty office.

"Good morning," she greeted the teachers, especially Mr. Park and Ms. Lee, who had been supportive during her challenging times. "We're here to give you invitations for tomorrow's event."

"Wow, a ball?" Ms. Lee remarked as she read the details.

"Yes, everyone has the freedom to dress elegantly tomorrow night. There will be drinks and snacks too," Jiwoo explained. "The student council must have quite a budget," teased Mr. Park. "Thanks, Jiwoo, Sungchan," he added, acknowledging their hard work.

Leaving the faculty room, Sungchan revealed something to Jiwoo. "Ji, actually, Miri visited me at work. I'm not sure if I should tell you, but she apologized."

"Really? It's okay, oppa. You can tell me," Jiwoo reassured him.

"Have you girls talked?" he asked, and Jiwoo nodded. She explained that they had a conversation after the trial, and Miri apologized to her. "So, does that mean you're friends again?"

Jiwoo gently shook her head, "I think I am satisfied with what we are now, oppa. Besides, I have greater friends now." She chuckled.

Sungchan smiled, pleased with her response. Returning to the student council office, Jiwoo cleared the desk from paper cutouts while Sungchan organized boxes in the storage room. "Jiwoo, I'm going back to my classroom for a while. Do you need anything?" he asked.

"I'm fine, thank you, oppa," Jiwoo replied, and Sungchan left after checking everything. Alone in the office, Jiwoo focused on organizing the disarrayed papers. In the process, she accidentally knocked over a box of paper clips hidden underneath. "Omo," she gasped, quickly picking up the scattered clips. As she did so, she noticed a slightly ajar drawer. Opening it, Jiwoo found a small framed photo of herself wearing glasses and with her long hair, taken about a year ago during an educational trip while holding a bowl of spicy tteokbokki. She smiled, realizing that Eunseok must have kept this cherished photo quietly.

"Jiwoo…" The door creaked as Eunseok walked in, a concerned look on his face, thinking she might have hurt herself.

She got up from the floor, presenting a big smile. "I'm good! I accidentally dropped the paperclips, so I was picking them up. Look what I found," she said, handing him the framed photo. "Is this yours?"

Without hesitation, Eunseok confirmed that it was indeed his. "Is it creepy?" he asked, but Jiwoo shook her head, smiling.

"It's cute. I look cute there." She chuckled.

Eunseok laughed softly and nodded. "You are. I took this and kept it this way," he explained, looking at her with affectionate eyes. Jiwoo couldn't hold back her laughter, deciding to cover his face. "What?" he asked.

"It's just that… the way you look at me…" She tried to stifle her chuckle, but Eunseok continued gazing at her with so much fondness that she chose to cover his face instead. "Stop looking at me like that!"

"Why? Why?" Eunseok teased, holding her hands. "Can't I just look at you? I came here to see you," he said, gently pulling her hands to wrap around his waist as he cupped her cheek. Jiwoo held her breath, finding it hard to take his approaches seriously. "Hey, Shim Jiwoo…" Eunseok sulked.

"Song Eunseok," she shot back. "You have to behave," pointing an authoritative finger at him, but they both burst into laughter. Eunseok pulled her into an embrace, cherishing the moment, as every minute spent with Jiwoo was like being on cloud nine.

"Aren't you busy?" she asked.

"Well, the ceremony has just finished, so Miyoung is taking over the rest of the tasks," Eunseok replied. "How about you?"

"I was cleaning this table when you came in. Mind if you lend me a hand?" she asked, and Eunseok willingly began helping her tidy up the place.

"Will you be here tomorrow?" Eunseok asked, making her stop. "I mean, for the ball…"

"Oh, yes," she smiled. "Why?"

Eunseok's smile widened as he nodded at her response. "Will you dance with me at the party?" he asked.

"What sort of question is that? Of course," Jiwoo chuckled, cupping his cheek.

"Maybe we can have dinner after the party too…" he added, and Jiwoo couldn't help but agree to all of his plans.

Jiwoo entered the music room after Suyoung informed her that the band would be there, only to find that it wasn't just the band. Hanbin and Minseul were also present.

"Jiwoo!" Hanbin was taken aback to see her. He was practicing on his keyboard when she walked in. Minseul stood beside him, watching him play. "I didn't know you were here. How have you been?"

"I am good. You're part of the band?" she asked, and just then, Wonbin and Seunghan approached, greeting Jiwoo.

"Ah, we didn't mention, but Hanbin's pretty talented in music too," Seunghan said. "After all, we are all friends. Right?"

"Definitely," Wonbin added, his gaze fixed on Jiwoo.

"It seems like someone couldn't take their eyes off someone," Minseul casually remarked, prompting Hanbin to pull her back to avoid making things awkward for Jiwoo and Wonbin.

"Anyway, will you be there tomorrow?" Wonbin asked.

"Hmm," she nodded. "I will. Why?"

Wonbin and Seunghan exchanged glances, smiling at each other, before putting their arms around Jiwoo. "I bet you're going to be very pretty."

Jiwoo frowned, side-eyeing each of them before stepping out from their hold. "I am always pretty," she huffed. But the two boys continued to look at her as if they hadn't dated her before. "What?"

"I wonder why I did like you," Seunghan teased, but Jiwoo immediately grabbed his shirt, about to choke him. When Wonbin spoke up, she glared at him.

"I told you. Stop teasing me about those feelings and past relationships. We made a deal," she stomped her feet.

"We know. Kinda stings," Wonbin mumbled, making Seunghan chuckle.

"We still love you, Ji," Seunghan made a heart shape with his hands, tapping Wonbin's shoulder to do the same, but Wonbin hesitated, not enjoying Jiwoo's glare.

"You should stop. You forgot that she's my ex, and she's… scary," Wonbin said, running away.

"What did you say? Park Wonbin!" Jiwoo yelled, about to chase after him, but Seunghan held her hand to stop her. "Hmm?"

"Do you mind if we dance tomorrow night?" Seunghan asked.

"Eh? Why do you have to ask?" Jiwoo chuckled, quite surprised. "Even if you don't ask me, I'd still dance with you, silly!" She said, holding his arm and giving it a tap. Seunghan smiled broadly and thanked her before going back to practice.

She watched Mars Club play their piece, and they were even better than last year with Hanbin added to the group. All the boys were amazing singers, and their harmonies moved Jiwoo to tears.

"Ji, what's wrong?" Suyoung asked, noticing Jiwoo's tears.

"It's beautiful. You guys are beautiful," Jiwoo answered, unable to control her emotions.

Wonbin sighed, setting aside his guitar to go and hug her, offering comfort after pulling her up. "Why are you such a crybaby?"

"I'm not. It's just that… I am really happy to see you guys play," Jiwoo said, pulling away as she spoke. "The fact that you're going to leave again saddens me."

Wonbin smiled, "Our friendship is stronger than this, remember?"

"Of course!" Jiwoo nodded.

~

Eunseok watched Jiwoo hanging out with her two best friends the entire day. Since he was busy dealing with president stuff, he couldn't even join her for lunch, but he knew that Jiwoo would want to spend time with him even more.

In the office, he sat reading the reports his treasurer submitted, signing each of them. The seemingly endless line of papers to sign made his hand tired from writing. Dropping his pen, he leaned back in his chair, gazing out the window as the sun began to set, trying to clear his thoughts. The sound of footsteps caught his attention, and he assumed it was Miyoung coming in to offer help.

"Miyoung, I told you that I don't need help signing the papers," Eunseok said, expecting his treasurer's presence. However, he was surprised to find Jiwoo standing in front of him, holding a box of donuts and drinks. Eunseok immediately got up and greeted her with a hug.

"Careful! I might drop these," Jiwoo teased, aware that she should have placed the food on the table before speaking. Eunseok chuckled, pulling away. "Signing papers again?"

"I'm almost done," Eunseok said as he pulled a chair for Jiwoo to sit before returning to his seat. "What brings you here? I thought you're hanging out with your friends."

"We did. We went to the horror room," Jiwoo smiled, handing him his drink. "But they have to practice more for tomorrow's event, so they have to go to Seunghan's place."

Eunseok smiled, "Did you enjoy?"

"Well, Wonbin screamed a lot inside the horror room," Jiwoo shared. "He was clinging on Seunghan the entire time."

"Aren't you scared?" Eunseok asked, and Jiwoo shook her head. "I don't get scared with horror stuff. You?" She smiled, cupping his cheek as she threw the question back at him. "Do you like gore, oppa?"

Eunseok's face flushed at the term of endearment. He couldn't hide his reaction, making Jiwoo laugh softly at him. "It's not that I am not scared, I just don't have good reactions to it."

"Eh? What is that supposed to mean?" Jiwoo asked. "Are you scared or not?"

"I'm not," Eunseok replied, laughing along with her.

Jiwoo didn't seem to believe it at first, but considering his usual low energy about everything, it made sense. "Fine. You should eat these donuts. I bought them from a class booth," she said, opening the box.

"Thank you," Eunseok smiled and went to pick a piece, but Jiwoo noticed his hand with blisters. She immediately grabbed his hand and checked it. "It's nothing."

"You've been writing for how long? This is not okay," Jiwoo frowned and went to get the medicine kit from the storage room. "I told you that you really have to ask for help from others." She sighed as she held his hand and took care of his blisters. Eunseok watched her mend his hand with a sweet smile, adoring the care she was providing. "You should really stop writing for now," Jiwoo told him after applying plasters around his fingers and palm, covering the blisters.

"Okay. I was actually thinking about it," Eunseok smiled and went to gather the files back into the box after labeling the unfinished ones. "I'll have Miy—" He stopped when Jiwoo fed him with a donut, stuffing his mouth with the sweet yet salty taste.

"No talking, just eat," Jiwoo frowned. Eunseok chuckled in defeat and began to eat while Jiwoo sipped on her drink, watching him. She then pulled out her handkerchief and wiped off the powdered sugar from the corner of his lips. "I wonder how your ex-girlfriends take care of you."

"Trust me, they don't," Eunseok immediately admitted, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable about him answering. "I told you that asking about my past girlfriends will only make you uncomfortable, doesn't it?"

But Jiwoo only looked at him confused, her brows furrowed to the point that what he was saying seemed like nonsense.

"Jiwoo, don't you get jealous?" Eunseok asked.

"I don't," she shook her head sideways. He was about to be disappointed when she continued, "… why would I be? When I know that you like me very much?" She said with a big smile, her eyes sparkling as she giggled. Eunseok couldn't handle the cuteness, dropping his head to hide his happiness. Jiwoo then held his arm and shook it. "What is that reaction?" She whined and went to cup his cheeks to make him look at her with his flushed face. "You're embarrassed," she chuckled.

"Why would you even say that?" Eunseok denied but eventually accepted his defeat. "You are absolutely right."

"And, to give you assurance… I also like you very much!" She chuckled and pecked his cheek.

"Jiwoo, jokes aside, I want us to be together until we grow old," Eunseok finally spoke his heart as he held her hand that was cupping his cheek. Hearing these words made her heart pound a bit. She thought she didn't like those words before, but when he said it, she wanted it too. She looked at him and smiled.

"Me too, Eunseok," she smiled.

#riize #fanfiction #eunseok #seunghan #sohee #sungchan #anton #shotaro #kpopfanfiction #wonbin #beyondthebellschime #beyondthebellschimes

[sunshinebingo]

Totally Spies (Valkyries) Chapter 8

@emeriethevalkyriegirl @aelinchocolatelover

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7

“Stop fidgeting,” Nesta whispered to Gwyn who has been tapping her fingers on her knees since they sat before Principal Eris’ desk. The Principal had informed them that he had an urgent call to make and that he would be back shortly.

“I’m nervous,” Gwyn responded. “I’ve never gotten in trouble with the principal before.”

“At least he won’t send us to Siberia,” Emerie said.

“If we get in trouble I’m going to punch Cassian’s stupid face for having ejecting us in the middle of the hallway,” Nesta hissed.

“I don’t think punching another person will make your situation better Miss Archeron.” The girls froze when the Principal came back into the office. He walked past them and took a seat at his desk. “I am sorry for the delay girls but I had to make an important call so that I could decide what steps to take with you.”

“Did you call our parents?” Gwyn asked hastily.

Principal Eris leaned back casually in his seat and propped a hand beneath his chin. “Not your parents but someone who is equally as responsible for you now.” The three girls furrowed their brows in confusion. “Does the word Boss ring a bell to you?”

Their confused expression was instantly replaced with one of shock and incredulity which made the Principal laugh. “What… how… ” Nesta didn’t know what exactly she wanted to know.

The Principal cocked his head at them. “How do I know that you work for Prythian? I’ve know since Day 1. Though if I did not, I would have been curious as to why the three of you were coming out of a trash can.”

“Do you work for them too?” Emerie couldn’t help but ask.

“What you need to know for now Miss Keen is that I am aware of the activities that you are involved in.” The Principal smiled at them. “But anything else is confidential.”

“So we are not getting in trouble then?” Gwyn asked though she felt slightly more relaxed than before.

“I know that today’s events might have been a lot for the three of you.” When the Principal turned to look at Nesta, she understood that he knew everything started with her punching Jessica in the cafeteria. She averted her eyes to avoid looking at him.

“You will leave with a simple warning to not punch anyone. Nor harm anyone in any way for that matter.” Principal’s Eris voice was serious and the girls nodded. “I also know that your new activities will demand a lot of your time and energy. But I expect that you do not neglect your education in any way.” They nodded again.

“Before I let you go, I have been tasked with giving something.” The Principal unlocked one of his drawers and fished out three black boxes with Prythian’s logo on them. “You are smart enough to figure out how to use them on your own,” The Principal said to the three girls but he looked at Gwyn.

Nesta, Emerie and Gwyn each took a box in hand. They gasped when they saw what was inside. “Is the org giving us smartphones?” Emerie beamed.

“These are your comm devices. Smartphones basically,” the Principal shrugged. “You are being given those so you can have a medium to communicate with the Org. It already contains everything that you will need including a contact list and your schedules. These are not toys.”

The girls stopped smiling and turning the phone around to look at the Principal. They closed the box and placed them in their bags at their feet.

“This is all for now. You can leave,” Principal Eris dismissed them. When they reach the door, the Principal addressed them again. “Girls?” he called and they turned around. The Principal smiled at them, “Welcome to Prythian.”

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Since they had already missed half of their last classes, the girls decided to skip them altogether. They walked until they found a quiet place in a hidden corner and talked while waiting for the final bell to ring so they could head home. They had decided that they would all go to Gwyn’s place after school.

“Is that you Gwynie? How was your – oh hello,” Gwyn’s aunt paused when she saw two other girls behind her niece at the door.

“Lou these are Emerie and Nesta. The friends I told you about.” Gwyn’s aunt rose from her seat in front of her laptop and offered the girls a big smiled.

“I’m Louisa but you can call me Lou.” Nesta and Emerie smiled back at her. “Oh I’m so happy to meet my Gwynie’s new friends,” Lou told them. It was the first time that Gwyn had ever brought any friends home. Not that she had any to bring. Gwyn’s guardian had been ecstatic when she had told her that she had made new friends and had immediately wanted to meet them.

“Please make yourself at home,” Lou told them. “I will prepare you something to eat. You must be tired after a long day at school.”

Tired was the understatement of the year. The three girls were already starting to feel sore everywhere from their first day of training. No day at school would ever be as exhausting. None would also be as fun. Despite the training being hard, the girls found that when they worked together, nothing could stop them. And despite the several petty complaints, they could not deny that anytime spent together brought the three of them joy.

Gwyn led her friends to her room while Lou inspected the kitchen for the best after-school snacks she could prepare for the girls. “Your aunt is very sweet,” Nesta said after she dropped her bag on Gwyn’s bed.

“And quite young,” Emerie added.

“She is,” Gwyn smiled. “She is only 30. She is my mom’s sister and has been taking care of me ever since my parent’s death a while ago.” Gwyn sat on her bed and started to fidget with her necklace. Nesta and Emerie remained silent, sensing that their friend had more to say. They sat next to her and their comforting presence gave Gwyn the courage to continue.

“Five years ago, I was in a car accident with my parents and my twin sister Catrin. I was the only one who survived.” Gwyn felt the tears pooling in her eyes. “Lou became my guardian after that. For a long time I did not talk to anyone except to my aunt. When I went back to school, the other kids started to bully me because of how quiet I was.” Nesta took Gwyn’s hand in hers before Emerie placed her hand on top of theirs.

“At first I did not tell her anything. But one day she found out and she went feral,” Gwyn let out a small laugh at the thought of her aunt lashing out at her teacher. “After that she decided that it was probably best for me to get out of that place. She said that a fresh start would be good for the both of us. So we moved from Sangravah to Beverly Hills.”

“Did it get better here?” Nesta asked.

“Since I never learned to defend myself from the mean kids, I could not stop the bullying that happened here as well.” Nesta squeezed her hand and Gwyn continued. “But honestly I prefer it here. Lou is a mother hen but I love her very much.” Gwyn looked at her friends. “It’s even better now that I have badass girlfriends to punch my enemies for me.”

Nesta and Emerie giggled. “Soon enough you’ll be able to kick their asses yourself,” Emerie winked and the girls fell into a fit of laughter.

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#valkyries #gwyneth berdara #nesta archeron #emerie #eris vanserra #totally spies

[queerticulate]

Stranger Things really makes me reflect on my own youth a lot. And with the last season also especially my journey with homosexuality. It’s an interesting one and I am just gonna go blurt this out on here okay?

I lived in a smallish town in Western Europe and went to secondary education (a combo of middle and high school basically) in the late 00s / early 10s. Times were a lot more homophobic than now. Like, it was collectively acknowledged queer people existed and that they shouldnt be hatecrimed, but it was definitely not something kids were encouraged to imagine themselves as. In my school, no one was out as anything LGBT. Not a single person. Homosexuality and certainly transgenderism were not talked about. Kids who were suspected to be gay got bullied a lot. Teen magazines only talked about homosexuality in terms of scandals - rumors this hot dude or that one might be gay, which he who then firmly deny. My parents did always say it was okay for people to be okay, but always theoretically, not expecting me to actually be gay.

I was an alternative kid. Very gothy for most of my teenaged years. Listened to rock/metal/punk stuff. Was into theatre. At some point through those scenes I started meeting lots of alternative people. I remember knowing one guy who was openly gay. Other than that there was a lot of ‘i am into personalities, not body parts’ going on. My personal brand was ‘i am not gay, but if i ever would fall in love with a girl, i’d be okay with that’. Of course, many of these people later came out. Because I didn’t consider homosexuality as a serious option, a lot of my feelings for girls that definitely were there got twisted in awkward ways. I did the crush on your best friend as a teenager. But because I never really could identify and own up to what I was feeling, it tore the friendship apart. Me and my childhood best friend said to each other we would definitely be in love with each other. I was weirdly fixated on and competitive with a smart short-haired girl in class. When I was out with a friend and some kids on the street were pestering us, we joked we were dating and they challenged us to prove it by kissing. I hoped they would push it to the point we would, but we didn’t. I also did compulsory heterosexuality quite intensely, encouraged by my well-intended by very misguided mother. Preferentially I sought out boys with long hair who wore nailpolish and make-up. I told myself it was because they looked like the rockstars I adored. In truth it was most likely because their gender-bending image got me closer to what I actually wanted. I also preferred guys who were queer themselves.

When sex came into the picture, things got bad. I couldn’t do it. I felt so incredibly disgusted and enraged by the whole idea of it. But I was lonely and scared to be abandoned so I tried to go along with it for as much as I could... all the while beating myself up for thinking I must be so broken.

By the time my first serious relationship ended, I was in uni and the idea of maybe being gay was a little less frightening. Through my theatre club I had also befriended someone who at the time was out as a lesbian. At some point I worked up the courage to ask her if she knew where to meet wlw girls. She told me to tell her if I ever found out. I went back into the closet and started another compulsory heterosexual relationship.

At some point during the relationship I heard the word ace, and thought that was probably me. I ignored the gnawing thought that I also didn’t seem to feel romantic feelings for him. Sex continued to be a problem. So much so, that he kept pushing if I didn’t perhaps have a repressed sexual trauma. At some point he had me in a doctor’s office, trying to officially establish there was something wrong with me. Times started changing though, and there were internet communities where you could talk about gay people and there was more and more representation. Somewhere after crying my eyes out over Orange is the New Black ‘because I will never have that [what Piper and Alex had]’ I must have started figuring it out. After about two years the relationship was falling apart for lots of reasons. At this point I had met a gay dude in uni. I remember meeting up with him and really struggling hard to bite back tears as I confessed that I thought I was gay and had no idea what to do about it. Not much later I broke up with my boyfriend. Me and that gay dude became friends. And online we found this little LGBT club loosely affiliated to our uni. It took us months to work up the courage to go there. When we finally did, I can safely say that it was what finally set me on the right path. I ended up volunteering for it and learned a lot. I started to feel safe to accept my homosexual feelings, experiment with girls, and even feel proud of my identity. Still, I clung to the idea of being bi for years even then. I tried to start things with guys so many times still before I finally figured out that no guy ever felt right for me, because the problem was they were a guy. I had a lot of internalized homophobia to unlearn. It was until I spent a lot of time alone, reflecting, during the pandemic that I finally accepted that I am a lesbian. And still, to this day, I struggle with that word. I call myself gay preferably. I am in my late twenties now, and am yet to find myself my first girlfriend. But boy, do I feel overjoyed with the thought that one day I could marry a girl and call her my wife. It feels magical to realize that is a possibility. So yeah, for me, seeing media where it is established that being queer is not easy, and then having queer characters, queer-coded characters, or characters that I can project onto by thinking them ignorant or closeted, and seeing them / imaging them figuring things out... it’s really validating and healing to me.

#LGBT #coming out story #personal #it's okay to reblog though if this resonates with you #stranger things #not sure if that's an appropriate tag but adding it anyway cause it is related to that

[jungk0oksthighs]

Hi Laura!! If you’re comfortable could you talk about how you got into makeup artistry? I really want to apply to a makeup/beauty school and do maybe like a one year program, but the tuition + kit fee are quite expensive. I don’t know if it’s worth it :/ if you went to school for makeup would you say it’s worth it? Or is this something I can learn by myself/through the internet? Like will it be possible for me to get hired somewhere or am I gonna get laughed at in the interview if I don’t have the education lmaoo also I am talking about like bridal/fashion makeup, and not special effects makeup for film and stuff (even though that would be a super cool career and maybe something i can explore at a later time🤔) thanks love 💜

okay so this is a bit of a ramble i apologise in advance. you don’t need to go to beauty school to be a mua! i haven’t been to beauty school, i’m 50% self-taught and 50% done courses with companies like Estée Lauder, L’Oréal, MAC (these are mostly runway looks and editorial makeup) and I’ve also been to celebrity master classes (if you live in the UK I would 10000% recommend PLouise Academy in Manchester they have the best most informative masterclasses ever, mua mmmmitchell works with them a lot if you look on their TikTok they have some video tutorials too) All you need is a good portfolio, even if it starts as photos of your own makeup or friends makeup you’ve done. It’s so important to take a before shot too (and learn about skin if you’re serious about being in the industry it will give you a good advantage)

As for me I’ve always loved makeup and played around with it ever since I was little but I watched tutorials on yt (specifically Jamie Genevieve, NikkiTutorials and people my age will remember Tanya Burr lmao but she’s inactive now I think) anyways fast forward to 2015 I got rejected from MAC due to lack of experience and I was gutted I cried so much ahah (but they kept my face charts rude) ((ALSO FACE CHARTS ARE AMAZING FOR PRACTISE!!! 10/10 RECOMMEND)) after I was rejected at Mac I was really disheartened but my old hair salon was looking for an mua and offered me a position on a temp basis, using that as experience and building my portfolio I then worked for urban decay on the makeup counter alongside that. A couple years later I decided to take the plunge to go self employed bc the money is so much better and I loved being my own boss (mostly prom, bridal, festival and insta glam is my specialty) ANYWAY then COVID happened and I had to change jobs bc obvs mua weren’t allowed to work. I worked in an office and I hated it so much, now I work at another makeup counter (not sure if I’m allowed to say which one? Idk I won’t risk it) and do self-employed artistry on the side :)

When you’re starting out you put more money into it than you get I’m gonna be 10000% honest with you. But in order to grow and improve you need a good kit, can’t emphasise this enough. I could show you my kit staples if that’s something you’d be interested in though. Anyway sorry for rambling. If you love makeup and you enjoy doing it then I would 100% recommend pursuing it. There’s a lot of money in the industry these days and I’ve been lucky enough to meet some really amazing people doing what I do. I hope this helps angel! You don’t need beauty school! But masterclasses are amazing and usually much much cheaper!! Sorry it’s long!!!

[starlingsrps]

dorothea "dorey" mason, twenty five, code-breaker // au: at the end of the world

dorey is not nearly as much of a stick in the mud as she might appear but she does have resting bitchface and a very serious job so sometimes. but there is a war on.

dorey is a dorothea and she was raised comfortably middle class in clapham by people who were on the fringes of bohemia but went straight after having their first child, jessamine. bloomsbury turned into clapham, writing jobs turned into teaching and keeping house and as the children kept coming, the names became less bohemian. jessamine (34) was followed by caspian (33), then dorothea and then finally, exhausted, jane (23).

dorey is very glad she's not jessa or cas. dorey is enough.

dorey came along once her father had become principal of a boy's school in clapham and the only remnants of their bohemian past were a certain liberality in the education of their children and encouraging them to do whatever made them happy. jessa was and is a talented artist, cas breeds horses in ireland, jane is studying to become a doctor, and dorey does math for both fun and a living.

she was always the studious one in her family and if her parents stopped being able to make heads or tails of her math homework before she hit puberty, they were still supportive. she won a scholarship to newnham college at cambridge and holds a double first in mathematics (but no degree because fun fact cambridge didn't give those to women until 1948. no she's not holding a grudge!).

by the time she finished, the war had started and as absolutely no war jobs held much appeal to her (weak ankles, too many years in a library), she was recruited to the government code and cypher school and eventually moving to bletchley park. there were a few frustrating weeks where she was primarily doing clerical work before being assigned to hut six as a codebreaker on army and air force engima deciphering.

(and if i have to dip any deeper, i am above both my pay grade and intelligence level)

dorey is very good at her work and take a lot of pride in it. she's always enjoyed puzzles and there's nothing like the rush of breaking a code. she's been called to the war office a few times and while she knows she's not going to get any kind of major recognition for her work, the pride is what keeps her working.

make no mistake, that does not mean she's accepted it. like the denial of a full degree, the lack of recognition chafes at her. as a result, she sometimes take herself too seriously. she presents herself well, never a hair out of place and always keeps her composure. it takes a lot to ruffle her. she's determined and stubborn and does not do a task unless she can do it with her full attention.

despite all of this, she is tender deep down. she's very close to her family and stays with jessa when she's in london (clapham's too far from the war office). she keeps a steady correspondence with cas in ireland and jane in america and while she worries that she's doomed to be the maiden aunt, she knows that they'll always love her. she can be sweet and thoughtful when she isn't in her head but until the war is over: she's got work to do and that comes first always.

#c: dorey mason #verse: at the end of the world #my brainy lil bitch

[asultana]

I think a tragedy of our lives is that I was the youngest but only sister. If I had been the eldest but only sister, it wouldn't be about repairing the damage that was done it would have been being a a buffer between my parents and my brothers and a lifeline of support, reliability and care to my brothers educational and regular lives. Now I am trying to right wrongs in my brothers life.

My brother who is a doctor (non clinical) has always complained about how he wished to be American to avail the many more employment opportunities. He cried and cried over again and again, year after year. I am the one who found him the visa (based on the work he has done so far) that he can turn into a green card after 3 years, I am the one who is currently doing the work with him to fill out said visa.

I currently am a very active guardian to my eldest brothers son. I am the one who makes him do homework every night, because

1. When it comes to work, I am both stern, but patient and I like to give him a routine and structure. And make him work hard and long every night on his skills so that when it comes to high school, university, he already knows how to learn, and how to have a work ethic.

2. After my brothers divorce, my nephew went to live abroad with his mom. So he doesn't have the experience of a language that is very important to where we live, I have diligently worked on this when he came back since last year. Next year when he enter middle school and then high school I want him to be in the enriched classes and not the basic classes. And I say that to him over and over again.

3. Even though I couldn't be an "older sister" role for my brothers I will be damned if I m not one for my nephew. I need him to be everything I know he can be but before he can get there it will require a lot of work, over and over again, until he finishes his undergrad. Then I will feel that I have completed my work.

I work at my parents company (even that it doesn't make me happy, at least not in a direct way):

When I started I had A LOT of health problems'. I used the last so many years on a journey to really make big strides in my health, wellness journey. While I am not where I want to be, to deny the massive progress that I have made would be a disservice to myself.

My work is very helpful in running the company, I wear many hats in the organization.

It took a load of my eldest brother, he has what I believe to be a very serious type of executive dysfunction + ADHD + CPTSD (from our dad's parenting style). So he isn't able to do administrative work easily or well.

I am the most tech savvy person in the office, due to being from a younger generation and I don't hesitate to use the computer and it's different applications.

Running a business is about you managing people but how do you manage people who are your seniors are work and at home (+ employees who are older)?

The nature or the industry of our work is not immune to the changes around us, and I think that is the hardest part. My dad who is much more business savvy and entrepreneurial is basically a senior citizen now and my brother isn't it.

[williamkergroach55]

I have a job that is a little difficult to explain. I specialize in money laundering. My clients are criminals, cartel people, killers, pimps; enriched scum, human shit.

What is even harder to explain is that I love my job and some of my clients are friends.

My office is in London, I never set foot there. I travel, most of the time, with my clients to all the continents of the world, wherever billions are made illegally.

My office colleagues hardly know me. I'm the only employee in the company who doesn't account for his time and doesn't even appear on the employee register. I am an associate.

My bosses always meet with me in secret and talk to me with infinite caution. I think people are afraid of me, they sense the danger.

The other business managers suspect that I'm making a lot of money. It's true, in fact, my income is astronomical. I own several shell companies, luxurious villas where I don't live, beautiful cars that stay in the garage, girls that I kiss when I feel like calling them.

I have no children, no wife. I spend my time with escorts.

My co-workers hate me, but they all speak to me with deference. None of these branch pussies could take my place. Because I work with clients for whom a man's life isn't worth much. My clients trust me with their money, for which they risk death or life in prison.

So I often have a gun to my head or a knife to my throat. This profession, where professional mistakes are severely punished, requires a lot of composure.

PSYCHOPATH

I have composure. Since I was a child, I have always been a loner, a little frightening for my classmates, for the teachers, for all the people who crossed my eyes.

In the playground, the bullies always looked at me with caution. I wasn't aggressive, not physically impressive, but there was something in my eyes, I think, that alerted. Sometimes, some bullies, some sleepy ones, tried to racket me when I got out of school. While they held me by the collar, I would pull out my knife or grab their balls. There were a few accidents, gouged eyes, broken ribs, nothing serious. It was always self-defense. And because I was a good student and disciplined, I was never bothered. But the social services were alerted, they wanted me to be followed by psychiatrists.

Fortunately, my parents belonged to the influential social classes of the country. Thanks to their connections, they were able to keep me out of juvenile social services. I was followed by a reputable analyst, paid to be discreet. Of course, this did not change my mentality at all. I went back to defending myself whenever some idiot thought he was allowed to bother me. I simply learned to be discreet.

Now I kill regularly, methodically. The difference is that now my targets die every time. So far, there have been no surviving witnesses. There is, to my knowledge, no evidence against me. The perfect crime requires, I assure you, a lot of coolness and method.

A COMPLETE EDUCATION

I was able to get a good education in international finance, while always quietly hanging out with the thugs in my city. I've always loved the criminal underworld, that's where I hunt. Since I don't judge them on the merits, I'm not afraid and I'm not in the same business as them, it usually goes well. Some of them have become friends, before I eliminate them. With friends, I take care to be quick.

I have been practicing martial arts since I was a teenager. My parents let me do it hoping it would channel "the violence that was in me" according to my analyst. I quickly gravitated towards the more extreme disciplines, the ones where you learn to kill. I still train with the sharpest guys. I keep myself in shape. Indeed, you could say that it channels the violence in me.

You guessed it, I'm a psychopathic fetishist: I only hunt the bandit, the professional killer, or even the simple scoundrel, at the limit.

After studying finance, I joined the army commandos for a few years. After my contract with the army, I did some mercenary work. It was not bad, it had less limitations to my impulses.

It was while participating in a humanitarian mission with the army that I realized that I preferred the "rebel" side, the ones who raped, pillaged and did not respect any article of international law. But then, these brutes were always useful idiots, manipulated types, disposable when the geopolitical context required it.

I decided to get closer to real power. At the end of my contract in the army, I targeted the London bank where I wanted to work.

I carefully prepared my interview for years. I knew exactly what job I wanted, who to meet, what skills to acquire. I wanted to handle "sensitive" accounts, to advise mobsters, warlords, outlaws, terrorists.

I asked to meet with a bank manager, one in particular. He had the right psychological profile, the bias I was looking for. He received me, I told him my motivations, my information about him. He listened to me for a long time without saying anything.

Then he asked me to excuse him for a moment. He called someone in another room. The next day, I was invited again to present my candidacy in front of the other directors of the bank, in secret committee. I was searched to make sure I didn't have a hidden microphone on me.

They made me talk, I had to demonstrate my knowledge of the mechanisms of money laundering and my knowledge of the files. I gave some clues about the files I had compiled.

I explained my background, my time in the army, my missions, my training, my motivations. They quickly realized that I was the ideal candidate.

AN OLD GODFATHER IN SAIGON.

To test me, they wanted to send me to an old godfather in Saigon. The man was devious, annoying and insulting. The interview was not conclusive, I was bored. I asked around, the old man wasn't that influential anymore. I found out the name of the guy who had ousted him: Nam Cam. I went to make an appointment directly at his home.

Before I could even explain the purpose of my visit, I was beaten up by his henchmen and kicked out. They were afraid that I was a journalist. I let myself get beaten up a bit. It wasn't mean. I noted the techniques, the skills. Except for one guy, there wasn't much professionalism.

The next morning, I was sitting quietly at the foot of Nam Cam's bed in his room. I had killed his personal bodyguard and the girl who was next to him in bed.

I let Nam Cam wake up. When he saw me, he turned pale. He thought I had come to eliminate him. He looked for his Tokarev TT33 under his pillow, but the weapon was in my hand...

I told him, smiling, in Vietnamese, the purpose of my visit. I have to say that I speak fluently twelve languages and master more or less correctly about thirty of them.

He was intelligent, we did business. My career in the bank was launched.

I strangled the old mobster, the one who had been unpleasant, the same night I made the deal with Nam Cam. I don't like to end on a bad note.

As for Nam Cam, that crazy pervert, I waited a few years to deal with him. I prepared a personal recipe for him, mainly based on arsenic anhydride and potassium chloride, during the last meal we had together in his lair in Ban Son Cop, on the Laotian border. I was already gone when the first effects of my mixture must have taken effect. But where he was, too far from the hospitals in Hanoi, he had little chance of recovering.

COSA NOSTRA

I have, of course, worked a lot in Southern Italy, a big reservoir of bandits, with all the "families". The Sicilian Cosa Nostra has more than 5,000 members, divided into some 190 families, the Coscas, each headed by a "Capo di famiglia" or "Rappresentante. Around these "men of honor" gravitate more than 150,000 people (families, accomplices, protégés). The "Coscas" usually have about twenty members who control a territory, a "borgata" in rural areas or a neighborhood in the cities. I personally know only about ten of them, the most important ones. I discreetly favored the elimination of three of them, all of whom were involved in the murder of the young Giuseppe di Matteo in 1996. The young man was the son of a repentant. Those thugs had kidnapped him three years earlier to silence his father.

I don't know why Giuseppe's fate moved me. I didn't have any particular feelings for this guy or his family. I fucked one of his cousins, in the course of my investigation, but that's irrelevant.

Killing Italian mafiosi is really tricky, because the Sicilian Mafia has been under constant police investigation since the late 1970s, after the scandals and murders that moved public opinion.

My activities in Italy have therefore always been under close surveillance. I was summoned several times by the police who were surprised to see a well-dressed foreigner walking around with impunity in the most underprivileged areas of Palermo, and being received as a friend by the godfathers. They never got anything from me. I collaborated, on the other hand, fully with the Sicilian families that I informed as best I could in their fight against the judicial investigations. My goal was to gain their trust. I was very cautious and tried to meet prospects among the new generation of capos that succeeded the old one. I had interesting investments to offer them, new financial products adapted to the times. This allowed me to identify new talent. I tried to poison them slowly or to irradiate them chemically or radio-actively so that they would die young.

The old godfathers were easier to kill. With their old-fashioned rules of honor and their Catholic hypocrisy, they disgusted me. Those old fogies didn't understand anything about international finance. They didn't even make me any money.

They thought they could continue to hide their fortunes under their mattresses, and escape the police by hiding in their pigsty when the weather was stormy.

I helped many of them to leave this world faster by visiting them in their homes or in the hospices. All I had to do was spray them in the face with a nerve agent, as if to refresh them, after reminding them how much they had to repent for their lives. In the afternoon or the next morning, the case was closed. At that age, we leave so quickly. After that, with COVID, visiting old people in nursing homes became complicated.

At that time, the members of the Cosa Nostra were still, in principle, Catholics, Sicilians and from "honorably known" families. Excluded from the Coscas were not only alcoholics, drug addicts, children of magistrates and policemen, which was understandable, but also children of divorced parents, women of "bad reputation", pimps. It was tartuffery, of course, these dinosaurs almost thought they were the salt of the earth. They hated Communists, Atheists, Anarchists. They went to church with their wives and kids every Sunday. I always found it hard to imagine Jesus welcoming them with open arms. Whether they got killed or ended their lives being watched over on their deathbeds by the old ladies of the village, they were bastards. I never liked those hypocrites who killed their victims by signing their names and burning a candle afterwards.

I gladly helped my Sicilian clients to find the traitors who turned them in to the police. It was always one less thing on the market and it assured me of their trust. I was responsible for the liquidation of this family in Palermo in 1980. This Cosca was infiltrated by dubious elements. Some guys, who had been turned around by the judges, were asking me strange questions. I alerted my clients. The "Coupla", a sort of council of elders, decided to clean up the group. I know that a good part of these traitors ended their lives in the cement of the Sicilian roads.

TRADITIONS AND MODERNITY

The individual who joined the Sicilian mafia before was forced to make a whole salamalec to try to justify his bad life. He would prick his finger, pour a few drops on a pious image while taking an oath in a chapel or a place of veneration of a saint. I once attended one of these ceremonies as a tourist. It was very interesting.

But they were burdened with rules that soon became impossible to keep in modern society. It was the Sicilian women who started the trouble when they started watching television and reading women's magazines where they were told they had a clitoris. They understood that, in the traditional Sicilian society, men had it good. These hypocrites had sex with their whores, but wanted to keep their wives behind the walls of the family home. These jerks thought they could continue to hold their females by making love to them "Sicilian style": one minute of ecstasy maximum, the time to take off and put on their pants. Their wives started to look for sensations elsewhere, with young vigorous men, letter carriers, delivery men, teachers, well-dressed foreigners, anything that could educate them.

I was, therefore, entitled, on a few occasions, to a particularly affectionate welcome when the husbands were not there. My charm as a foreigner seemed irresistible to these beautiful brunettes raised in convents. It must be admitted that we were taking risks, because their little bristling husbands would not have taken kindly to the fact of being cuckolded. But the pleasure of the forbidden always won. Even in the heat of love, I kept my weapons and senses alert.

Originally, these mobsters, very "catholic", did not practice, it seems, theft or usury and did not touch the drug trade. I didn't have to convince promising young people, with figures to back it up, of the need to get involved in drug trafficking, as in the legal economy, and to drop the two-tone shoes for more relevant outfits for the bank branches. They had it all figured out.

I am modestly proud to think that I also contributed to the expansion of the Cosa Nostra outside the walls of the city of Catania, where it was founded around 1920. It was on my advice, among others, that the young Sicilian leaders progressively extended their influence to the whole of the Italian peninsula and then to countries where the Italian diasporas were important, such as in the South-East of France and in Switzerland.

It is true that they had already been present in the United States for a long time, but I encouraged several young people to study at American universities to better seize the new opportunities of the globalized economy. I remember the son of a Corleone bigwig whom I introduced to skydiving in Boston. He became addicted to the sport. He had a fatal accident a few years later, caused by me, of course.

It has been said that the Cosa Nostra has lost influence. It is exactly the opposite, the Sicilian mafia has simply adapted to our modern world. The folklore of Mario Puzo's characters has disappeared, the new men of honor have invested the world economy, acquiring several nationalities. They are now fluent in several languages and run the world economy.

CAMORRA

The Neapolitan Camorra is, like the mafia of Campania, rather urban. It has more than 6,000 members, a hundred clans around which about 300,000 people are gathered. Each clan is headed by a "capo in testa", assisted by a lieutenant and a cashier, the "contratuolo". In Campania, I met women who ran the clans, like the famous and feared Pupetta Maresca, Rosetta Cuttolo, Ermina Giulano or Maria Licciardi. These types of women were more formidable than some men, and they often understood more quickly the interest of my skills for their business. I believe that women are going to have more and more space in the mafia. They bring a plus, that is undeniable.

I had a problem with one of them. I won't name her, out of gallantry. She had imagined herself becoming my lover. Since this was not an option from my point of view, I suffered some embarrassing assaults. I tried to minimize the incident.

But nothing is more dangerous than a wounded panther, it must be put down. So I had another leader take her out a few days later, purposely revealing a nasty trick she had done to him a few years earlier.

I witnessed some rather bitter scenes of friendship in Naples: some men were executed before my eyes. We went from blood crimes to financial setups the next minute. I think it was also a way of informing me of what would happen if I were indelicate enough to embezzle the money entrusted to me. Since I was not moved by this, they let it go. I did not forget. I took care of each one of them. It's amazing how hard it is for a police investigator to link cancer to a hunting accident.

The Camorra is mostly involved in extortion, smuggling, counterfeiting, drugs, procurement fraud and garbage management. I advised them to look more closely at the misappropriation of European funds, the reinvestment of their dirty money in florists, greengrocers and butchers. I also advised them on the financial arrangements necessary to finance charitable works and sports and cultural patronage. My advice has, of course, often enabled them to win elections. But I also contributed to the fall of some dirty cops, such as the former Minister of the Interior (SIC), Antonio Gava, by opportunely disseminating some information of primary importance, taken up by the "repentant" Pasquale Galasso.

As for the others, I helped the Camorra to establish itself where Italian diasporas already existed, in France, Germany, Spain, Canada and the United States. As the Neapolitans were bold enough to set up shop, profitably, in Costa Rica, Venezuela, Brazil, as well as in Thailand, Kenya and Nigeria, this allowed me to meet new trophies, er, clients. I was able to have profiles, each one more exotic than the other, to add to my hunting list.

N'DRANGHETA

The N'Drangheta, the Calabrian mafia, developed by taking advantage of the indigence of the Italian state in Calabria. The 155 Calabrian families, the Drina, had some 6,000 members. The Calabrians were quite violent. The last inter-family war, in 1985, had resulted in the death of 700 people, including some of my clients.

Once, a friend of mine was killed right in front of me, while we were having a quiet dinner in a trattoria. Unfortunately, I couldn't finish my meal: there were pieces of brain in it. It was an average culinary argument.

I liked working with these Calabrians. Those hot-blooded little browns were so stupid that I could start a massacre just by spreading compromising information, sometimes fake. I would simply let one know what the other had done. One would get the other killed, then the other's family would get revenge, etc. The thing was, I had to get out of there fast because they were into massacres basically.

At one point, they were really having a lot of losses. They wanted to set up a council, "la Santa", intended to settle conflicts more peacefully. Their leader, "u Zianu", the uncle, Domenico Oppedisano, was an 80-year-old straw man put there to serve as a fuse. I had him arrested with a few others so that he would let me continue to provoke settlements in peace.

I was then able to work with the real leaders of the N'Drangheta: the Piromalli, Alvaro, Pesce families, the big ones. It was during this period, in particular, that I was able to take part in the preparatory work and investments that allowed the Calabrian mafia to take control of coke in Europe.

I also once attended the annual gathering at the shrine of the Madonna di Polsi in the Aspromonte Mountains, a traditional gathering place for members of the Camorra. It was a bit creepy. I don't like the mix of religion, mafia, family, friends... Well, it's true that I kill those I sometimes call friends. But I don't claim to be religious.

Anyone who joins the N'Drangheta commits himself for life, on pain of execution, and his family. As a result, the number of N'Drangheta repentants is very small and its infiltration by law enforcement is almost nil. The organization has executed many politicians, trade unionists and rivals, even abroad, as in Duisburg, Germany, in August 2007.

The entire economy of the area from Gioa to Reggio is owned by the N'Drangheta men, who were initially enriched by arms trafficking, drug trafficking and extortion. Here again, I brought my skills in setting up operations to divert European subsidies and loans with usury. It must be said that the local banks were reluctant to grant loans in the region, it was necessary to make the local economy and trade work.

I also took part, as an advisor, in arrangements designed to ensure that local people would obtain public contracts, such as the construction of the industrial port and the iron and steel center of Gioa Tauro, or the freeway linking Salerno to Reggio. It was necessary to convince the families to invest in the legal economy, such as the olive groves and other farms in the area, transport companies, tourism, construction, camping sites or many suppliers of medical equipment.

The links between the Calabrians and other Italian mafia organizations are close. Several leaders of the Calabrian criminal organization also belong to the Sicilian Cosa Nostra, and to the famous P2 Masonic lodge, where I had many useful contacts. The N'Drangheta itself is at the origin of many mafia organizations, such as the Sacra Corona Unita in Puglia, in particular the Cosca of the "Rose of the Winds", and especially in the city of Lecce. Divided into 47 clans and regrouping more than 1500 members, the Lecce mafia allowed me to get into Albanian and Macedonian gangs that specialized in cigarette smuggling, arms trafficking, drug trafficking and human trafficking. I did a lot of work to eliminate the filthy Albanian. The individual was as bad and stupid as his Calabrian cousin, but he was less protected. I usually shot him with a rifle, a Sako TRG M10, which I was always very happy with.

The Calabrians also work closely with the Turin, Milan and Genoa mafias. The Calabrian mafia is also present, like the Neapolitans, on the French Riviera, in Germany, in the United Kingdom, in Switzerland, in North and South America, but also in Africa and in the Middle East as far as Australia. These links have always been an opportunity to diversify my work... And my hobby.

For the small game, there is also the Stidda, in the region of Agrigento and Gela, in Sicily, where the industry has recently developed, leading to a strong immigration and a disruption of the traditional structures. But the Stidda is more a group of marginal people, unemployed and immigrants. They have taken over the activities neglected by the Cosa Nostra: gambling, human trafficking or prostitution. These groups are particularly aggressive, responsible for over 500 crimes since their foundation. I'm not really interested in them, aesthetically speaking. I occasionally shoot them Sako-style, for training, when I pass by. But it's small game.

RUSSIAN MAFIA

It is in Eastern Europe, with the Russian "Maffya", that I found more exciting targets. Long before the creation of the USSR, the Russian mafya was used by the Bolsheviks to destabilize the Tsarist government. After the October Revolution of 1917, many of these delinquents served as auxiliary law enforcement in the camps. The Vor v Zakonye, literally "legal thieves," survived Stalin's regime. They flourished in black market activities, smuggling caviar, wood, precious stones; currency and car trafficking. Their activities, I believe, helped to mitigate the economic consequences of a disastrous totalitarian ideology. They put oil in the wheels.

The Bratiskys, the "brothers", took advantage of perestroika from the end of the 1980s, with smuggling. The shapnas were able to flock to the cities to form powerful gangs. In Moscow, I worked with the Lyubertsi, Dolgoprudniki, Solnstevskiye and Balashnikhinskiye gangs. This gave me great opportunities, especially in 1994, when I convinced my clients from the Balashiklinsky gang to kill each other with my clients from the Podology gang for the control of Moscow gas stations. They suspected something, they started to look at me differently. Finally, there was a contract on my head, cancelled at the last moment when I shot the principal and his family in their apartment in Skatertni Lane, near the Patriarch's Ponds.

I bet that my death would have been less publicized than that of the wood millionaire Eugene Polevoi and his family in France, in 1995; of the Forbes journalist and author of "Godfather of the Kremlin", Paul Klebnikov, in 2004 or of the journalist Anna Politvskaia, in October 2006.

The Russian mafia was very expeditious, so was I.

I confess that I enjoy working with the Russian underworld. These people are intelligent, very organized and far-sighted. Moreover, they know how to live like great lords. At the top, the Vor, often a man of great value, decides on operations, appointments, plans, settles disputes, and manages the obschlag, the common fund. The Sovetnik, the advisor, usually assists him in legal and financial matters. Downstairs, the shestiorka executes, deals with drug trafficking of heroin, cocaine or synthetic pervitin manufactured in the Czech Republic. The mafia is involved in prostitution, arms trading, fuel detour and corporate racketeering.

The ramifications of the Russians go as far as the United States, notably in Brighton Beach, New York, which has since been nicknamed "Little Odessa", where I often visit. There I got to know Joshua Shapira, the Jewish hitman who had had trouble with the men of Godfather Volkoff. He often helped me, afterwards, when I decided to eliminate several characters from the East Coast milieu. His technique, to make the bodies disappear, has always amazed me.

Russians are very fond of Spain, especially the Costa del Sol. I often went to see the bosses on their boats or in their palaces. The Russians were among the most financially competent people I met. It was a pleasure to talk business with them. To make matters worse, they had a sense of hospitality: they often let me enjoy the beautiful dolls they surrounded themselves with.

It has been said that Russians have fled the country since Putin. This is absolutely false. The researcher Oleg Grechenevsky has amply proved that Putin was put in power by the mafia. This is, by the way, a good thing for Russia, and a good thing for my business.

THE ALBANESE

The Mafias of the Land of the Eagle, the Albanian gangs, took off after the fall of communism in 1992. The agreements between the Italian mafia and the former members of the SHK, the security services of Enver Hodja, allowed to set up a lucrative cigarette smuggling, in connection with the Sacra Corona Unita, from the ports of Durrës and Vlora.

There are about fifteen clans, among which I had my clients, including the Hassan Hassani, the Delila, the Fteja, the Meka, the Mehmedovic, the Cakonie, the Mitera Canski, mainly based in Tirana, Elbassan, Skhoder, Dürres, Fier, Vlöre or Girocastro, where they worked profitably with the Greek underworld.

The Adriatic ports, mainly Dürres and Vlora, served as a hub for heroin from Turkish wholesalers, their cannabis grown in the northwest, in the Puka region, and amphetamine from Macedonia. I had the opportunity to go on board the Scafi, the fast boats that deliver to Italy and European countries, to visit some of their clients. I put them in contact with my Colombian clients when they wanted to start selling cocaine.

The Albanians have specialized in prostitution. Half of the prostitutes in Brussels and three quarters of the girls in Soho, London, are controlled by Albanians.

I had a good friend in this business, an Albanian from London who worked in a prostitution ring. His whole family was in the business. I must admit that he was not, like most Albanian pimps, a gentleman.

I took him down, obviously, as soon as I could. The practical thing, as I said before, with the Albanians is their "Kanoun", their vendetta. It was enough for me to make known a bad move of his family towards another group to start a real collective massacre. Everyone was killed, even the women.

Some members of the UCK, the independence movement of Kosovo, wanted to contact me. They were mainly extorting Kosovar workers abroad, through an NGO, Vendlija Therret, and delivering weapons, taken during the 1997 insurrection, to Muslim terrorists in the Middle East. I did not feel them, these political bandits, I declined the invitation. As a result, I didn't have the opportunity to shoot any Kosovars, except for the father of an old girlfriend, by opportunity. She pissed me off, it was the father who paid.

Through the Albanians, I made interesting contacts with some Buyuks Babas of the Turkish mafia. They were generally involved in the opium trade, heroin from Afghanistan; they also extorted money from companies or bought them up, as in October 1997, when the Turkbank was bought up by the businessman Kurkmar Yifüt, after an agreement between the godfather Alatin Caké and the minister Eyup Ader.

My clients, like Sedat Peker, organized large-scale car theft, the casino industry, and match-fixing. I was more likely to meet them in Istanbul, Western and refined, than in the depths of Eastern Anatolia. Finally, I must admit that it was easier to shoot them in the highlands with a sniper rifle.

The Turks, especially since Erdogan, were beginning to impose themselves everywhere. They made so many enemies that they were easy to eliminate. I could always find a Kurdish independence fighter, an Armenian or Russian mobster to pull the trigger or at least take the blame. Decimating the Turkish gangs was my personal contribution to avenge the victims of the 1915 genocide. I have always been annoyed by the fanaticism of the Turks. They clearly massacred over a million Armenians, Kurds, Greeks, and have never acknowledged their crimes. This deserves a modest rebalancing, I think.

CHINESE TRIADS

The Chinese Triads are difficult to penetrate, but I have a few clients in Sun Ye, in Hong Kong. I also have some in Macau, in the 14 K, the Wo Chi Tau or the Tai Huen Tsai, formed by former Red Guards who have taken refuge in Hong Kong. I was also able to approach the "United Bamboos" of Yunghu, a working-class suburb of Taiwan; the same ones who had assassinated the journalist Henry Liu, exiled in California in 1993, on behalf of the Taiwanese government.

Again, there are many traditions that are quite poetic to our eyes, but these people are often sordid. The leader, the "Long Tou", the dragon head, surrounds himself with a "master of incense" for recruitment, a "patroller of the winds", for intelligence, a "fan of white paper" for accounting, "straw sandals" for communication and "red sticks" for killing.

They also had their rituals in front of an altar, with the finger pricked for a drop of blood, etc. But at least they didn't have the Judeo-Christian pretension of being little saints.

They sold heroin from Burma, cannabis from Sin-Kiang and Yunnan, synthetic ephedrine from Fujian, and even Colombian cocaine since I had put them in touch with my friends in Cali and Medellin.

My Chinese friends ran the lupanars in Taipei, Kuala Lumpur, Manila, Bangkok, Macau, Hong Kong and the Hainan Islands. They made sure that I never slept alone. My old friend Ho Hung Sun, who was nicknamed "Stanley Ho", used to run the Macau casinos magnificently. He was an old fox. I could never really work with those Chinese. They had their own banking channels. They were very autonomous, difficult to penetrate psychologically.

Again, I encouraged my clients, especially in Hong Kong, to invest in real estate development or in tobacco, like my friend Ted Sioeng, who became a tobacco tycoon in Indonesia. To eliminate the Chinese, I had to be very careful. My presence never went unnoticed. I often worked at Polonium 210. I would either offer them expensive tea or chocolates from Europe, filled with the radioactive substance, which they would taste or offer to others.

YAKUZAS

The Japanese Yakuza, called "Boryukudan", violent groups, by the police, are exquisite people, unlike the young Gurentaï, more brutal, who do not respect much, not even honest people.

I have many clients among the Kanto-kai, the gangs of the Tokyo area or the Yamaguchi of Kobe. The excellence of the Yakuza comes from their apprenticeship in the "Young Apprentices' Houses" where the jun-kosei-in learn Jingi (obedience to superiors), Giri (sense of duty) and Ninjo (compassion for the little people)

Each clan, or Ikka, is led by a Kumi-cho, a family head, assisted by his lieutenant, his wagashira, a possible second deputy, the Shatelgashira, and cadres, the saiko-kanbu, who hold the kumi-in troops at the base.

Again, they have rituals, Shinto altars; sake ceremonies, salt ceremonies, two fish ceremonies, etc. The excellence of this education gives the Migawari, where the subordinate can denounce himself of a crime to spare his superior. I also had the honor of witnessing the amputation of a little finger, the Yubitsume, to seal the peace between two yakuzas. I found this quite classy.

The Yakuzas deal in methamphetamines, rob nightclubs, cafes, restaurants, run brothels, illegal gambling. They also control the immigration of Asian prostitutes or Russians with big breasts, which the Nipponese are fond of. This fascination of the little yellow man for the big Slavic mares has always amused me. A simple consultation of the precepts of the Kâma-Sûtra should have enlightened them.

So there were Russian girls who were bored in the land of the rising sun. I tried to console some of them.

My main clients were Sokayas, professional racketeers. They would "protect" company executives or threaten to expose their misdeeds or misconduct. They were mostly bad guys, scavengers that I enjoyed killing, unlike the Boryukudan who, as you can understand, I respected much more.

I also had some clients who were Jiageyas: their business was to "convince" peasants to give up their land to their real estate development companies. Others were Sarakins, managers of Toicha who lent money at usurious rates (60% per year) to their clients. Others, finally, the Songiriya, bought up at low prices the companies that they had often helped to bankrupt.

These last groups were the ones who invested the fastest in my financial products, in construction and real estate loans. There too, I distributed a lot of polonium 210 chocolate...

AFRICA AND THE CARIBBEAN

I'll quickly slide over the African gangs of Lagos, Nigeria, which are involved in heroin trafficking between Asia and America, arms trafficking, diamonds, scams (the famous "scam 419") or the detour of crude oil, from the Niger Delta region. I had several interesting hunting trips there. I used to shoot these sunglassed fools with powerful ammunition, like the 458 Winchester Magnum used to hunt elephants or rhinos. I dressed for the occasion in a big white hunter's outfit, with a large hat. I know, it's a bit provocative, but I like folklore.

When you think of people of color, you might think of the "Posses" in Jamaica or the "Yardies" in the UK. There was a lot of money flowing among those people. But, as with the Shower Posse and the Spangler Posse of New Jersey, who had made their name with Marijuana, the famous "Jamaican Gold", then cocaine, crack, arms dealing, kidnapping or pimping, I didn't find any organization or personalities to take to the next level.

It's terrible to say, but, like in Africa or the West Indies, these guys were too full of dope to really think usefully. There was no way to make them understand the financial investment.

I was, in fact, sequestered for a week by one of these groups, the one dubbed the "scooter gang" in 2017. They had bought, or squatted, an old abandoned boarding school, not far from Homerton, in the suburbs of London.

In this building, coke and cannabis were freely available. There were stoned girls walking around all the rooms, half-naked. There were couples having sex, all of them completely stoned. The music was blaring day and night.

I had gone there for a meeting with the boss, but he was completely stoned, unable to talk to me or even listen.

I was locked in a bathroom, in the dark, and just left there for about ten minutes. As I was about to break down the door, a girl opened the door.

I was wasting my time with these morons. Plus, there were cops lurking all around. It's unfortunate to say, but these people aren't sophisticated enough. They don't have the stature. It's the same with the North Africans in Europe.

In London, I just set the building on fire. Two people died. I haven't been back there, I don't associate with those guys. I don't think I understand them. I'm glad I don't have kids.

THE COLOMBIANS

I will end my story with the Colombian "Cartelitos", the ones I consider my greatest professional success.

After the dismantling of the big cartels, the fall of Pablo Escobar and the Orejuela brothers, it was necessary to reorganize everything.

I came across a new generation of young entrepreneurs who understood that we had to continue the business with a low profile.

There were no longer any charismatic leaders, and apart from the Urabeños and the paramilitary group of Rastrojoros, there were only a multitude of small entrepreneurs who lived very well hidden.

They bought coca paste from collectors who went around the plantations, refined it in small laboratories scattered in the jungle. They had the cocaine transported to the United States by people from the Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico, the Venezuelans of the Cartel del Sol in the province of Julia, or by the Mexicans. The goal was to make transportation random, with lots of independent carriers that were difficult to monitor or infiltrate.

My new Colombian clients run their business like good fathers. They don't get noticed, they don't play politics. They invest in legal businesses and put their money with me. They invite me to weekend barbecues or family fishing trips. Again, this is the new generation, the one that has evolved with the times to last.

The only thing that bothers me about these people is that I don't want to kill them, or even hurt them a little. When I see them in the midst of their kids, in rather quiet families, and I know they avoid blood and prefer to stay in the shade, I don't know what it does to me. I relax, I catch myself laughing with them without any ulterior motive. It's almost like happiness.

MURDER ON A GRAND SCALE.

I think I'm going to give up this job, I don't enjoy killing people as much anymore. It's become complicated to kill people nowadays, between the drones, the cameras, the cookies, everything is monitored. It's time for me to retire.

The COVID crisis has restricted my movements, like everyone else's. The financial circuits are set up, with lots of penguins with ties who don't invent anything and are well under orders.

In this age of globalization, if I were to feel the urge to eradicate, it would be to shoot members of the globalist oligarchy. But those people are untouchable. We don't know where they live, they erase what we can tell about them online. They are well hidden.

These fuckers have managed to enslave the planet, to control our comings and goings, to vaccinate people with shit. They control everything, they have files on everyone. Now we're dealing with real bad guys, real demon worshippers.

I admit, however, that I admire the professionalism of these globalist elites: they are anonymous, they control everything and they will kill us by the billions if nothing stops them. They are professionals, there is nothing to say. A third world war is beautiful.https://www.amazon.fr/~/e/B07BR6V6D9

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Cow-itch vines growing on empty lots have been creating major headaches for some schools across the island and President of the Barbados Union of Teachers (BUT) Rudy Lovell wants landowners to have the offending lots cleared and maintained. He has complained that cow-itch is becoming a “nuisance” as several schools have been affected already for this school term. One teacher who had a serious allergic reaction, was ordered by her doctor not to return to the school to which she was assigned. Lovell charged that some of the offensive lands may even be owned by the State. “This is a serious matter. The Barbados Union of Teachers is imploring, begging, beseeching, whatever word you want to use, landowners who have lands adjacent to schools that are harbouring cow-itch to clear the lands. This is becoming a nuisance and several schools have been affected. This term alone, Daryl Jordan Secondary, Grantley Adams Secondary, Gordon Greenidge Primary have been affected. “Now I am getting complaints from Mount Tabor Primary, I am getting complaints from Blackman and Gollop Primary, from Thelma Berry Nursery, and this is just to name a few,” Lovell said. He said that the Ministry of Education has been working to address the vexing issue, but admitted that they could only do “so much”. When contacted, Minister of Environment and National Beautification, Adrian Forde, told Barbados TODAY he would be contacting the Ministry of Education and the Ministry of Health and Wellness to investigate the environmental concern being reported by the BUT. “I would talk to the Minister of Education and find out what the concerns are. I know the Environmental Health offices under the Ministry of Health can also activate certain legislation under the Health Services Regulations as it relates to properties. So it would be a collective effort,” Forde said. Meanwhile, Lovell said the union believes that landowners have a social responsibility to ensure that their lands do not pose any threat to persons in surrounding areas. The president said this is why the BUT is encouraging landowners who know that their properties are overgrown with bush, to clear the lots. Source: BARBADOS Today https://www.instagram.com/p/CowqiAFuSTXEeutj_UJoK27fsZ6A95uhvXSnoE0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Depression and My Experiences

1-14-2023

DEPRESSION

With social media being mostly a highlight reel of people lives I’ve noticed that I never really shared my vulnerabilities or opened up with things I struggle with.  I decided now that I want discuss something that I’ve been fighting since age 14 and that’s depression.  You can’t really use one definition when defining depression but I’ll try with the use one website explanation.  Depression is a common and serious medical illness that negatively affects how you feel, the way you think, and how you act.  Depression causes feeling of sadness and loss of interest in activities you once enjoyed. Depression is a common mental disorder and affects roughly 10 percent of the adult population.  The exact cause of depression are not clearly understood but some are believed to be chemical imbalance in the brain, childhood experience, life events,  genetics, physical health problems, mental health problems, and medications.  

Depression has been with me a long time.  I was diagnosed in 2013 and it’s just something that haven’t left me and is capable of coming up at any time.  If you’re on the outside looking in, my life and accomplishments look great!  I’m at a point where I became my idea self by working myself up in a business where I’m financially well off, crushing education and career goals, and just having confidence in everything I do.  For those that know me my demeanor is mostly calm and level headed at all times.  Over the last couple of years, I earned a promotion at work, earned a Master’s Degree, graduated from a school reserved for the top 50% of Army Officer, had a joint news story with my dad in my hometown, had a proclamation naming a day after me in Shreveport, gave speeches to the youth, been a guest speaker at other major events, been a part of many networking & volunteer events and the list of other awards and achievements go on and on.  While all these major things were going on could you imagine at various times, I was masking how I really feel with a smile while going through depression.  I was isolating myself from many things and only opening up to a few people of how I was really feeling.

On what could be seen as some of my best days I was truly being torn apart on the inside.  I still find myself at times fighting sadness, fighting this feeling of constant hopelessness, going through social withdrawal, having a lack of energy, going through sleepless nights where I’m still only averaging 4-5 hours of quality sleep a night, and going through moments where I think how peaceful things would be If I moved far away and cut off all ties with everything.  I am not suicidal so please do not get that idea from things I’m admitting in this blog but for educational purposes suicidal ideation is associated with depression. I found myself being triggered by many symptoms associated with depression.  I live in a world where my environment is going through continuous changes and moves (7 moves in 12 years to be exact).  I struggle with mild forms of PTSD from experiences in my work and personal life.  I struggle because I feel so alone even when being a socialite in a room full of people and getting lost in my mind.  I struggle with deaths in my family knowing I can only send flowers and not be there in person.  I struggle because I feel like I’m constantly missing out on things that are going on at home.  I struggle with things I see on the news along with my views on the world.  I struggle at the thought of feeling behind at 36 and not having a wife and kids.  I still have a hard time when people ask me when I’m getting married and having kids not knowing the number of failed relationships I’ve had and hopes of wanting children and experiencing multiple miscarriages with my partners in the past.  Going through that reinforced why I never ask others when are they having kids or starting a family.  I struggle at feelings of being overlooked and used by people to include friends and feeling overlooked for opportunities which still plays a part of me wanting to try so hard to be successful. I struggle with just a list of ongoing issues that people won’t see or notice about me.  If you look at some of my best highlights you can see the fatigue in my face and how I tried covering it up with a smile when I was highly depressed. By no means am I looking for any kind of sympathy because as people we all struggle with something!

Even with depression the one thing I repeat to myself is to keep fighting no matter what. Constant talks that I have with myself is reiterating that it’s okay if I can’t make every event or help out, that it’s fine to leave early when I feel overwhelmed, to enjoy resting and sleeping when I have time and that it’s not a sign of laziness to just recharge, and that seeking help isn’t a weakness and more of a strength.   There are many myths and misconception about depression to include people thinking it isn’t a real illness, that it only effects women, that you’ll need medication for the rest of your life, that talking about it make things worse, and that depression will go away on its own just to name a few.  I advise anybody that don’t know about depression to get educated on the myths and take in articles about how to deal with people to include loved ones who have depression which is only one google search away.  It’s way more complicated than just telling someone to just shake it off and that things will be just fine.  To those who also have depression I just want to say “Keep Fighting” and seek help when you can!  To my fellow brothers and just to anyone in general I want to highly recommend therapy or profession counseling. Psychotherapy and antidepressants are listed as the main factors in helping others overcome depression.  You never know what you truly have buried inside you.   I’ll leave everyone with this saying and that “You can get through this and that it’s fine to open with how you feel!

 Life Update:  I’m actually taking time and enjoying things in El Paso, TX and happy that I’m finally living out west for once.  If you can read between the lines and understand though I’ll be far away from TX for most of year and ask that yall keep me in your prayers.  I work a job that I truly like and plan to do updated blogs in the future of how things are going.  

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