#we did it team we made it to friday afternoon

[thatswhatsushesaid]

maybe he looks so fucking forsaken rn because you FORSOOK him zewu-jun. did you think about that

#mdzs shitposting #cql #the untamed #jin guangyao #nie huaisang #sangyao #nie mingjue #lan xichen #xiyao #we did it team we made it to friday afternoon #time to celebrate with textpost memes #my only talent

[justagalwhowrites]

Undone

After a stressful week at the office, Joel knows just how to take care of his wife. AKA Joel Miller doms the stress out of you.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: No Outbreak AU. Established relationship, husband and wife. Dom!Joel x Sub!Reader (light). Tiny little age gap (like 5 years? I'm picturing Joel at 44 and reader at 39?) Unprotected P in V sex. Oral sex, F receiving. Creampie. Overstimulation. Aftercare.

Length: 5.4k

A/N: This is totally self indulgent. It's also like... entirely smut. Sorry. But not really. OK love you bye!

Joel knew what you were after the minute you kicked the door closed. 

It was Friday and it had been a hell of a week for you. Joel had done his best to support you through it - he’d finished up one big job on Tuesday and didn’t start the next one until Monday - so he’d taken the lead on keeping the household running while you put in extra hours and came home frustrated and exhausted every night. 

He knew it wasn’t going to magically be better just because it was Friday, so he’d spent the day trying to make the end to your work week as good as he could. He went to the HEB and got your favorite snacks, picked out flowers for the kitchen table, even went by the liquor store on the way home to get everything you’d need to unwind at the end of your day. He started smoking ribs early that afternoon and was outside to sauce them when he heard the door slam behind you. 

Joel didn’t need to see what happened, he knew from the sound that you’d thrown the door open and then kicked it shut behind you. He’d bet the check from his next job that you’d be face down on the couch, your shoes and briefcase a little trail from the front door to the living room. He shook his head, taking a swig of Shiner before closing the smoker and heading inside to find his wife. 

You were exactly where he thought you’d be, taking up almost the entire length of the couch, flat on your stomach, blazer still on but your heels and bags scattered between you and the front door. 

“Aw baby,” he said sympathetically. “That great a day, hm?” 

You made a sound that was caught somewhere between a grunt and a groan. 

“Want to talk about it?” 

You made the sound again and Joel tried not to laugh at it. 

“Here,” he said, coming and adjusting your legs so he could sit beside you on the couch. You groaned as he did but he guided you from lying on your stomach to sitting up to leaning on him, your face in his chest. He put his arm around you and gave you a squeeze. “Tell me what melted down.” 

“We have our quarterly earnings release going out in less than two weeks,” you sighed. “And it’s a shit show. Legal’s been reviewing that shit for what feels like an eternity and I need to issue the goddamn release announcing the date of the full release but I can’t do that until I actually know that legal and financial are going to have stuff sorted in time and the CEO has emailed me twice a day about it the whole week because sure, the legal team definitely falls under my department…” 

Joel held the still mostly full bottle of beer in front of you and you took it from him, your fingers brushing his and you were quiet for a moment as you took a sip before handing it back. 

“Also, HR is going to be the death of me,” you continued, on a tear now. “I swear, it shouldn’t be that hard to find a qualified entry level candidate but here we are, still short staffed 10 weeks after I got the OK to hire. They’ve sent me two resumes, Joel. Two. I called them today to ask how many they’d received and they’ve had 226 candidates apply and they’ve sent me fucking two! I refuse to believe that just one percent of applicants were remotely qualified so I asked them to forward me all the applications since, apparently, recruiting can’t do their damn jobs so I’m going to have to do it for them…” 

Joel nodded along, handing you the beer periodically when he felt you getting too worked up. He found himself, not for the first time, awed by what you did for a living. He didn’t understand much of it, really, and he was thankful he didn’t need to. He wasn’t cut out for that kind of shit. You, on the other hand, had jumped in with both feet when you’d started at your company seven years ago when the two of you had just started dating, You’d risen up the ranks quickly and you now had a team of several dozen people reporting up to you. As gentle and sweet as Joel knew you to be at your core, he knew you were also unflinchingly driven at work. During the COVID shut down, he’d gotten a glimpse of it, listening to you take people - mostly men who seemed to think you weren’t as capable as you clearly were - to task and get things done. He was eternally grateful that, when the two of you fought, you didn’t take him down the way you did people who crossed you in the office. Though that stood in sharp contrast to how Joel heard you talk to the people who reported up to you, with you seemingly always happy to lend an ear or provide guidance or take the heat if they fucked something up that was going outside your department. 

Unfortunately, that meant you had weeks like this one, where plenty went wrong and you had no one to pass the buck to. And he knew as well as you did that you wouldn’t just let something fall apart, not if there was a damn thing you could do about it. Even if that meant working yourself into the ground. 

After a while you just deflated against him and he handed you the beer again. You took a long drink, emptying the bottle, and Joel took it from you to set on the side table. 

“Feelin’ better?” He asked, his nose brushing your hair. 

“Kind of,” you sighed, pressing yourself closer to him. 

“Somethin’ more I can do?” He asked, trying to make sure that he wasn’t nudging you in the direction he was hoping this would go. 

“Yeah,” you said, something shifting in your tone when you said it. No longer frustrated and fed up, instead needy and wanting. You sat up from him and looked at him through your eyelashes, practically pouting. “Turn my brain off for a bit?” 

Joel’s heart picked up, heat and tension already gathering low in him. 

“Aw, my baby need me to fuck her stupid?” He asked, reaching out to cup your face in his hand. His thumb traced along the arch of your cheekbone as his eyes locked on your blown pupils. “You need me to make that big brain of yours slow down for a while, that it?” 

“Yes please,” you breathed. He could feel your skin getting warmer below his touch. 

“Please what?” 

“Please sir,” you said, holding your hands up with your wrists together, like an offering. “Please fuck me stupid. Please sir.” 

He quirked his jaw before he smiled, dark and low.

“Good girl,” he growled. He got up and closed his large hands around your wrists before pulling you sharply to your feet, looking you up and down as he did. There was something that drove him wild, seeing you like this. Dressed in your armor of the business world, a place where lesser men had to go to you for permission to do a goddamn thing, and you came home to him, begging him to strip you down to something small and vulnerable and easily consumed. 

He wasn’t sure why you’d picked him of all people. When you’d met almost eight years earlier, his first thought was that you were way out of his fucking league. A friend of Tommy’s then girlfriend now wife, you were a few years younger than him but had clearly kept your life on the right fucking track the whole time instead of driving it into the ground for a while first. You’d gone to college, built a damn impressive career, had goals and dreams and plans for yourself. You were beautiful and smart and funny and kind and the first time he’d taken your clothes off he was still not entirely sure why you were letting him do it. 

He’d been even more surprised the first time you’d shared with him that you wanted him to take control in the way he was now. 

“I just have to make decisions all the time,” you’d said, folded into a corner of his couch with a glass of wine in your hands. “I just really want to have someone else take over for a while, you know? Not have to make any plans or take care of anybody else, just enjoy and be enjoyed.” 

That, Joel had thought, he could give you. 

It wasn’t something the two of you always indulged in but there were days like this one where you seemed to crave it. Maybe even a step beyond that - you needed it. You needed the safety of Joel’s guidance, the comfort of his control, the ease of his pleasure. He liked to give you those things. More than liked it, sometimes he lived for it. 

Today was one of those days. 

He led you to the bedroom and stood you at the foot of the bed, your wrists still firmly in his hands as his eyes searched yours. 

“You just want to be my little doll, is that it?” He asked, his thumbs brushing the inside of your wrists. Your pulse was heavy and hard. “Want me to take control so all you have to do is feel what I let you feel?” 

“Yes,” you breathed. 

“Yes what.” 

“Yes sir,” you were practically squirming. 

“What are your colors,” he said more than asked. 

“Green, yellow, red,” you answered quickly. 

“Where are you now?” 

“Green.” 

“Good girl,” he guided your hands so they hung at your sides. “Don’t move until I tell you.” 

He watched you resist the urge to nod and he slipped his hands below the lapels of your jacket, running his hands over your skin for a moment before shoving the sleeves down your arms and leaving the blazer in a pile on the floor. He watched you swallow, your throat working and he tried not to think about making you kneel and taking his cock into that pretty throat of yours. He knew just how good it would feel while you sucked him, how fucking good it would feel to come down your throat. 

Maybe later. Right now, he needed to take care of you. And that’s exactly what he was going to do. 

*** 

When Joel touched you like this, it was like something unspooled inside yourself. There had been a knot in your stomach for days at least - maybe longer - and nothing had worked to untangle it. Not crossing things off your to do list at the office, not the yoga class you’d skipped lunch to take, not the iced latte your assistant had ducked out to grab you that afternoon. But Joel’s hands on your skin as they slipped the slender straps of your satin top down your arms were better than anything else, especially when your mind wasn’t going a mile a minute thinking of ways to please him in return. You watched as he moved to undress you, his eyes heavy and hot and hungry as your top pooled around your hips. He reached around your body to unhook your bra, casting it aside before cupping your breasts in his large palms, groaning as he did. 

“You feel so good,” his thumbs brushed your nipples. “My soft, pretty fuckin’ girl.” 

“Joel,” you whimpered, clenching your hands into fists to keep from reaching out to touch him. He’d told you to stay still and you had to obey. If you didn’t, you knew he’d drag out your first orgasm for what felt like an eternity, bringing you just to the edge of it but never letting you fall into your climax until you were a desperate, dripping, squirming mess. 

“What, baby?” He almost cooed at you, just a hint of a teasing edge to his tone. “What’s my baby need?” 

“More,” you whined. “I need more, please, I need…” 

He took his hands off you then and looked you in the eye and you almost reached for him before you caught yourself. 

“Who decides what you need right now,” he said. You moaned and he ignored you. “Who. Tell me, pretty girl.” 

“You,” you said. 

“That’s right,” he nodded. “And I’ll give you more when I decide you need more and I decide I’m done enjoyin’ the parts of you I’m enjoyin’ right now. So. You stand still like a good little doll and we’ll see when I’ll let you have more. Got it?” 

“Yes,” you said. 

He took your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look him in the eye. 

“Yes what.” 

“Yes sir.” 

His crooked smile dimpled his cheek. 

“Good girl.” 

He returned to touching you, running his large and callused hands over your shoulders to your chest, holding and massaging your breasts and you could tell he was taking his time less for himself and more because he knew what it was doing to you. That it was making you achy and desperate and the thoughts that had been weighing on you all day at the office were slipping out of your mind, drifting far away into the ether. 

“Think I remember you sayin’ something about more?” Joel said, his voice low and gravelly as his hand slipped over your stomach, below the bunched fabric of your shirt, below the waistband of your pants until his fingertips were brushing your bare mound inside your panties. You whimpered. “How about I give you some more, hm?” 

His index finger reached out and brushed the top of your clit, sending a shiver through you, all the heat you had inside yourself pooling low in your stomach. 

Joel chuckled. 

“Think she likes it.” 

He pressed a little lower, a little firmer, working your sensitive nub in slow, languid circles. 

“She like this too?” 

You nodded frantically. 

“Thought I told you not to move,” Joel said, stern. 

“But…” 

“No buts,” he cut you off. “You wanted to give me control so you give me control. Otherwise, you won’t get what you want. Got it?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“You’re lucky,” he said as he went to open your pants. “Got me all worked up, too. Too worked up to draw this out the way you deserve, squirmin’ the way you are.” 

He got on his knees in front of you and gathered the fabric of your shirt, pants and underwear in his hands and pulled them all down in one go, the sudden exposure of your skin to the air making you gasp and goosebumps scatter over you in sharp little pin pricks. 

“Fuck, there you are,” he groaned, his hands coming to grip the thick swell of your ass, his fingers digging into the meat of you as he pressed a kiss to your stomach just below your belly button. You moaned, wanting nothing more than to tangle your fingers in his curls. You clenched your fists tighter, nails digging into your palms, acutely aware of where he was touching you because of the absence of him everywhere else. 

He trailed his mouth down to your slit, his tongue dipping into you there, brushing against your clit, the heat of his mouth in sharp contrast to the cold air against your wetness. His hands slipped up your back, finding your waist before Joel stood, his still clothed body so close to your naked one. 

“Lie down for me,” he said, a little breathless. “Middle of the bed.” 

You rushed to obey and watched hungrily as Joel undressed himself, his black t-shirt coming up and over his head, his jeans opening to reveal his tight boxer briefs with his thick, hard cock straining the fabric. He took off everything before crawling up the bed over you and, for half a moment, you thought he really was going to give into you that quickly, give you exactly what you wanted that fast. But instead of settling between your thighs with his heavy length brushing against your slit and his mouth on yours, he fell to the side of you, the weight of him jostling the mattress. You turned your head to look at him, confused, and he laughed, dark and low. 

“You didn’t think you were gonna make me give in that fast, did you?” He asked. He slid one arm below your ribs, his hand coming up and around the back of you to hold your breast while his other hand teased a feather light path down from your throat, over your chest, your stomach to your slit. “No, not done with this yet.” 

“But…” 

“You just lie still and let me worship you,” he said, his palm cupping your mound, his middle finger settling between your lower lips as he put gentle pressure against your clit. The tip of his finger circled your dripping entrance but didn’t slip inside where you were aching and desperate for him. “Want to enjoy you for a while.” 

He didn’t give you a chance to protest, his mouth finding just the right spot on your throat at the same moment he added pressure to your clit, grinding his hand against your most tender place and making your back arch below his touch. 

Joel kissed and licked and sucked along your neck, your collarbone, your breast, his cock brushing against your thigh as he manipulated your body and you could feel his precome on your skin when it did and you were desperate to touch him there, to feel just how hard you’d made him, make him start to unravel the way he was doing to you. 

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, a finger sliding inside of you, making you groan. 

“But I want…” 

He pulled back from you to look in your eyes and you could tell from the glassy look on his face that you probably already looked like a fucked out mess. 

“You tryin’ to make me feel good or you want it for yourself?” He asked, brows raised. You tried to find the words but couldn’t. He nodded. “S’what I thought, you sit still like I fuckin’ told you. You try to touch me and I won’t let you come, got it? This is about you, not me so you’re gonna lay there and take it, understand?” 

“Yes sir,” you whimpered. 

He went back to working you over, adjusting so that he could fully kiss down your body until his head was between your thighs, two fingers buried inside of you as he looked up your body to your face. 

“New rules,” he said, pressing his lips to your clit for a moment and sucking it into his mouth before continuing. “Want you to come and I want you to come hard. You’re allowed to touch my head to put me where you need but you do anything else with those hands and we’re startin’ over. Understood?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“Good girl.” 

He practically dove into your pussy, his thumb working your clit, his tongue licking deep into your channel. The fire in your belly burned brighter and it was like you could feel all the blood in your body pulling into the center of you. Your hands flew to his head, the thick of his hair and the heat of his scalp almost sharp against your fingers after having felt nothing but your own palms for what felt like forever. You rocked your hips against his face as he ate at you, a finger slipping into you alongside his tongue, working the inside of you deftly so that you were never empty but never lacking the friction of him moving in you. His fingertip curled into the soft, sensitive place inside of you that he found so easily now, adding the perfect amount of pressure as his thumb and nose worked your clit and you felt your pussy get so tight and hot you worried, for half a second, that it would hurt him before every worry flew out of your head entirely, your entire body flooded with waves of pleasure as you came on his tongue. 

Joel worked you through your orgasm, never letting up as you moaned and panted, your grip on his hair easing as your body started to go limp. Your pussy was so sensitive when your climax eased but Joel didn’t pay your little whimpers any mind. He pulled his mouth from you but added another finger, fucking into you with his hand and adjusting so his palm was grinding against your clit as he did. 

“There you go,” he panted, wiping your slick from his mouth before taking his cock in his hand and working himself with it. “That what you needed, pretty girl?” 

“Yes sir,” you whimpered. 

“Good,” he said, his eyes ranging over you, dark and hot. “Because now it’s my turn.” 

He pulled his fingers from you and spread your thighs a little wider, lining his cock up with your still weakly grasping hole for half a moment before thrusting deep into you in one devastating go. You gasped at the stretch of him filling you like that, the inside of you still soft and tender from your orgasm. Your fingers scrambled at the blanket below you, your back arched and taut and you tried to hold onto something - anything - in your head beside how he was splitting you open. 

“I say you could use your hands like that?” He asked, his fingers finding your wrists and clamping around them. He pressed deep inside you and folded over you, bringing your hands with him, pressing your wrists down into the mattress over your head. “Didn’t think so. You’re my little doll right now, ain’t you? Mine to do what I want with and I want you to take it.” 

“Joel,” you whimpered. 

“That ain’t my name right now, is it?” 

“Sir,” you corrected, resisting the urge to rock your hips up against him. “Please!” 

“Please what?” 

You couldn’t put words to what you wanted to ask for and Joel just smirked before releasing your wrists and sitting up, looking down over your body to where he disappeared inside of it. 

“What I thought,” he said, his hands pressing your thighs wide before his thumb trailed over where you were split open on him to your clit, teasing you in a slow circle that made you jerk involuntarily below him. He took it away, his hand on the soft flesh of your thigh again. “You leave those hands there and take it. You can take it, pretty girl. Know you can.” 

With that, he pulled back, slow and aching, before fucking back into you, hard and fast with a forceful grunt. You watched him fuck you, his cock slamming into you with enough force that it jerked your body up and down the bed. You were lost in it, the way you could see his muscles flex, the way his eyes ranged over you - watching the place he was spreading you open and the way your tits bounced for him and up to your face to meet your eyes and back again. It was almost hypnotic, like there was nothing else in the world that existed outside of him. He was controlling you totally, fucking into you with enough force that you couldn’t even breathe out of sync with his thrusts, your body just something he could manipulate and pleasure and use however he saw fit. 

You weren’t sure how long he fucked you like that before his hands ran over your thighs to your core, his thumbs brushing along your clit, pressing into you there and working you in hard little circles as your channel started to tighten around him again. 

“There we go,” he panted. “Got another one right there don’t you? You’re gonna give it to me, aren’t you pretty girl. Gonna give me everything, ain’t you?”

“Yes sir,” you whined, your fingernails digging into your palms as you fought to keep your hands still. 

“Good girl,” he pressed himself deep as he worked your clit and returned to his same punishing rhythm, the head of him finding the place inside you he’d claimed for himself. He left one thumb on your clit, his other hand stretching up and over your stomach, fingers splaying wide on you until it was in the middle of your chest where you knew he could feel how your heart was pounding behind your ribs. The feel of him everywhere was overwhelming, the tight spool of pleasure that had never fully relaxed after your first orgasm already wound unbearably tight again. 

“Want you to come for me,” he said, voice needy. “Want you to be a good girl and come. Give it all to me, baby, want you to just let go and give it all to me, let it all go, c’mon and come for me, make me fuckin’ feel it…” 

You cried out as you obeyed, your channel fluttering over his cock as he kept fucking you deep and hard. You could feel your orgasm in the very center of you, in every muscle and every nerve, your climax taking hold of you so firmly that you felt a gush of liquid rush out of you. 

“Fuck, there you go,” he said, not letting up. “Fuck baby, love when you squirt for me, such a good fuckin’ girl…” 

The wet snap of his hips into you was obscene and, as your orgasm eased, your body was already drawing tight again. Your heart raced and you could feel everything, everything, so sharp and harsh and overwhelming. Your head swam, your skin prickled. 

“Love feeling you come for me,” Joel was still fucking into you, hard and bruising like he was trying to climb inside your skin and claim a place for himself there. “Love when you get all tight and desperate, love making you all needy…” 

You let out a fucked out little whimper, tears pricking at your eyes, not able to see straight through the haze of your already building orgasm. Joel leaned over you, his cock buried deep but going still. 

“You with me, pretty girl?” He asked, his hands sliding up your arms to find your wrists, holding you gently in place. You couldn’t seem to find the words to answer, too overstimulated to think of anything beyond how he was filling you and surrounding you. “Gimme a color, baby.” 

“Yellow,” you managed. 

 He took your limp wrists in his large palms and guided your hands to his skin, resting them on his broad shoulders. 

“That help?” He asked. “You can nod.” 

You nodded quickly, your breathing evening out, body still tight and strung out. 

“Color?” 

“Green,” you said, the tears that were in your eyes slipping down your cheeks but not being replaced by new ones. 

“Good,” he shifted inside you, pulling back a little before thrusting in again. “Because I ain’t done with you yet. You keep those hands right where I put ‘em and just focus on coming one more time for me, need you to milk me dry, baby.” 

But his pace eased, less frantic and more desperate, working you slow and firm from within. He buried his face into your neck, his mouth finding that place that sent shocks of pleasure through your whole body. His hands ranged over you, fingers hungry and grasping at your skin, his hips working against your clit as his cock found its home deep within you. 

“Know you’re close,” he said against your skin, lips still close enough to brush against you as he spoke. He kissed along your neck, nose teasing along your throat. “You got one more in you, baby, I know you do.” 

“Sir,” you whimpered, pleading, not sure if you wanted to come or wanted to just dissolve. 

“You can come,” he fucked you slow and deep. His public bone pressed against your clit and your back arched. “Want you to come, want to feel you come. Make me feel you, baby. Be a good girl and make me feel you.” 

You dared to let yourself move, just enough that you could rock your hips up against him, working yourself with his body as you felt him grow impossibly thicker and harder inside you. Or, maybe, you were just tightening further around him, body clinging to him in one last desperate push for closeness as your climax hit again. You cried out with it and you couldn’t just leave your hands on Joel’s shoulders, instead latching onto his hair and sliding down his back, pulling him flush against your body so the only thing left in the world was him and his skin and the thick of his cock as he started to pulse inside of you. 

Your orgasm almost hurt it was so intense. You could feel every inch of Joel’s cock in you, the heat and softness of his skin against you, every muscle in your body going rigid and tense for a moment before relaxing. Your vision went spotty and you got light headed and you lost track of time. 

The next thing you knew, you were in Joel’s arms, cradled against his chest, his fingers trailing a gentle path along the edge of your hairline and jaw, thumb brushing the plush of your lips. 

“There you are,” he said softly and pressed a kiss to your forehead, his large hand coming to rest against your cheek as you turned your head to look at him. His eyes were soft and warm and there was a gentle smile on his face. “How are you feelin’ love?” 

You took stock of your body for a moment, everything feeling light and airy. 

“I’m good,” you smiled a little. 

“Yeah?” He said, his thumb brushing your cheek. “Take a deep breath for me, OK?” 

You nodded a little and did as you were told, only realizing then just how little your lungs had been inflating before. 

“How’s that feelin’?” He asked. “Good?” 

You just nodded, still smiling. 

“How about this for the night,” he said, going back to tracing an easy trail over your skin with his fingertips. “In a few minutes, I get up and get you water and a cocktail while you put on that pretty little swimsuit of yours. You float in the water while I look at ya and finish those ribs in the smoker…” 

“You’re making me ribs?” You almost pouted, your brows going up. 

Joel chuckled. 

“Yeah, that OK?” 

“That’s my favorite,” you said, feeling like you might be about to cry. 

“I know it is, baby,” he said, kissing your temple again. “S’why I made ‘em. Got that potato salad you like, green beans, cornbread too. Even got that chocolate cake you like so much…” 

“The Oreo one?” You sniffed, tearing up. 

“The Oreo one,” he brushed your hair back. “You still with me there baby?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, crying a little. You weren’t entirely sure why, just every emotion you’d had over the past week seeming to bubble up at once. “I think so…” 

“You’re OK,” Joel said, pulling you closer, his lips gentle on your skin. “I’ve got you.” 

You just nodded against him and focused on how his skin felt on yours, his warmth and strength grounding while your mind was still swimming. 

“What about after dinner?” You sniffed. 

“We can watch one of those movies you like so much,” he said. “I know the ones that’ve been on your list, you don’t gotta pick unless you want to. Sound good?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded. “But… can we just stay here for a little while first? Please?” 

“Course baby,” he said. “Whatever you need. I’ll take care of you.” 

You nuzzled into his skin and breathed deep and you didn’t really know why you’d been so stressed when you got home to begin with. You just knew that you had Joel and that, as long as he was there, everything else would be OK.

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x oc #smut fic #dom!joel miller

[kingkatsuki]

— when it’s raining outside

Masterlist.

I know it’s been a while, but I’m falling back in love with this Bakugou specifically.

Warnings: none.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.1k.

Regardless of Pro-Hero Dynamight being one of the most successful fire quirk users in Japan, his agency isn’t exempt from Health and Safety. Some may argue that his team are far more strict compared to the likes of Shouto’s building which is only a few blocks away, and it’s definitely not because the Number Two Hero almost set fire to an entire floor when testing out new grenade designs.

But since that incident, there have been consistent fire drills weekly to ensure that the building and its staff are protected. Along with new fire safety robots that have been deployed to ensure that each individual makes it out safely.

“Another dumb fuckin’ tick box exercise.” Bakugou would always say, and he was probably right. The Pro-Hero alone could probably rescue each person trapped inside the building if something did happen, but it’s always good to be precautious right?

Or so you would say, until the fire alarms were blaring on a particularly bleary Monday while you were trying to unjam the photocopier. Groaning at the abrasive noise as you debated running back to your desk for your coat (and coffee) before being forced out of the warmth of the agency into the torrential downpour outside.

“Do not panic! We are here for your safety.” You scrunched your nose at the voice that was arguably worse than the alarm as you turned to face the fire Marshall robots which were now skimming the floor. The red flashing lights swirling angrily as the computerised smile on the machine that was surely there to calm you did the exact opposite.

“Stop. In case of emergency do not take the elevator.” The robot continued to blare. The designated fire drills always happened on a Friday afternoon (conveniently when Dynamight left for his evening patrol), so you wondered whether this may be a real incident as you made your way towards the stairs.

You had further to go compared to anyone else, working on the top floor alone with Dynamight so the lower you descended you began to see other employees— some lucky enough to be carrying coats and umbrellas as you followed them further. The noise from the alarm echoed in the hall as it mixed with the chatter, wondering what had happened and if they were safe. But at that moment you were more irritated that you’d be going outside in nothing but a thin cotton shirt and trousers.

The cold was bitter as you finally made it to the bottom floor of the sky scraper, thankful you wouldn’t have to ascend them after as you stepped into the heavy rain. Wrapping your arms around yourself to try and provide some comfort as you tried to look for any space under the shelter surrounding the building. The majority which was already taken by the employees that worked on the lower floors, huddled together and squeezed under umbrellas to shield themselves from the wet. Although, there were plenty like you who had not been fortunate enough to grab something on their way down and were just as exposed to the elements.

Resigning to defeat you huddled as close to a neighbouring building as you could, thankful it at least shielded you enough from the wild tunnel Dynamight’s Agency created to prevent being pelted with rain.

But it was still freezing.

Shimmying from toe to toe as you tried to keep yourself warm, watching as Backdraft turned up with the local fire service to scout the building.

“What’s goin’ on?” You heard a voice behind you as you turned to face your boss standing there, gym bag slung over his shoulder and a black hoodie pulled over his messy blond spikes.

“Shouldn’t you be saving us from the fire?” You laughed.

“Shut up, dumbass.” He scoffed, before his voice softened, “Where’s your coat?”

“In there.” You nodded towards his agency as he shook his head.

“Why didn’t you grab it?”

“Those stupid robots wouldn’t let me,” You pouted, now so wet you could no longer feel the rain dampening your skin.

Bakugou’s lip curled into the faintest hint of a smile at this, unbothered about the rain as he dumped his gym bag to the ground in favour of reaching back to tug his hoodie up and over his head. The movement pulled his black shirt up along with it, and you shamelessly ogled the exposed skin as you followed the wispy hairs of his happy trail disappear beneath black sweatpants. The hem of his boxers peeking out from under them as you felt a heat rise to your cheeks and flurry through you all the way down between your thighs.

Turning your head just in time as he pulled his shirt back down over his stomach before holding the hoodie out to you, pushing it into your side.

“What are you doing?” You looked down at the hoodie before glancing up at him.

“Put it on.” He replied bluntly.

“But you’ll get wet—”

“Put it on.” He ignored your objection, reaching up to ruffle his messy hair as the rain now began to dampen it.

“Thank you.” You murmured, instantly feeling the relief as you tugged it over your head.

The heat that radiated from Bakugou’s body now encapsulating you as you pulled your arms through the sleeves, burying your nose in the fabric as you inhaled the scent of him. A mixture of sweat and cologne as you almost forgot that you were standing outside in the pouring rain. No longer in a rush to get back inside the warm building as you let yourself be surrounded by him.

“Is it a drill?” You asked as he pulled his phone out of his pocket to begin calling a number.

“No idea.” He rasped while holding it up to his ear.

You tried to listen in on the conversation but the mixture of wind, chatter and the alarms in the distance made it difficult to decipher what was being said on the other line.

“It’s a false alarm.” Bakugou scoffed as he hung up, “Someone triggered the alarm in the canteen.”

“See what happens when you’re not around,” You smiled to yourself as Bakugou pushed his wet spikes back, exposing his forehead as he smirked back, “All hell breaks loose.”

“Yeah, can’t leave you alone for five fuckin’ minutes, can I?” He scoffed.

When you were finally let back inside the building, you offered to take Bakugou’s hoodie home to wash it before giving it back to him but he wouldn’t allow it. Telling you it was just an old hoodie and it didn’t matter— but the real reason he wanted to take it back like it was because after wearing it outside the scent of your perfume still lingered on the fabric.

#bakugou x reader #soft bakugou

[penny-anna]

i bought a flat this week.

was off work sick last thursday/friday with what turned out to be the beginnings of a bad cold but at the time i was just like 'oh no why am i so tired is this the return of the Mystery Fatigue'

let's backtrack for a second!! back when i had the offer accepted on my flat my solicitor suggested october 6th as a move in date and i was like sure that works (this was around the beginning of september). then i didn't hear anything from them for many days and then i started getting major dry eye problems that became all consuming so i didn't get around to chasing them.

anyway!! tuesday last week i get an email from my solicitor like 'hi are you still able to complete friday' and i did not have the headspace to deal with it so i didn't reply

Wednesday my solicitor calls like 'hi. we need to know if you want to complete friday'. i'm like 'actually i'm really not feeling well this week, could we postpone'. she calls back a few minutes later like 'they cannot postone'. at this point i'm still thinking that if i get a decent night's sleep i'll feel better so i tell her i'll deal with it in the morning.

Thursday i feel spectacularly worse. have to get up to go to an appointment with my optometrist. almost start crying in their office bcos i'm just so exhausted. (he seemed weirdly unfazed by this?? looking back i wonder if he thought my eyes were hurting or something and didn't realise that i was holding back tears gfhglj) call out sick from work.

plan is to take a nap and then look at the documents my solicitor sent over but she calls me again like 'hi. sorry to bother you i know you're sick but can we complete today' so i'm like ah shit ig we're doing this now. please walk me through exactly what you need me to do here. 'we just need you to send us the money'. yeah i can do that. i've never made a payment this big before tho.

(i'm buying w money inherited from my mother so even for a flat purchase it's an unusually large amount of money)

'oh yeah you won't be able to that online. *pause* are you well enough to go to the bank?' i am tired enough that going to the bank will suck but not so sick i cannot go to the bank.

i had gone fully back to bed. spurred on by sudden wave of adrenaline, get out of bed and dressed and get the bus into town to the bank.

my bank closes at 3pm weekdays and by the time i get that it's about 1:45. explain the situation. turns out that to make a payment this big you need a sit-down meeting with a member of staff and they are booked solid till 3. 'can you come back tomorrow at 9:30 when we open' *dying inside* yes. i can come back tomorrow at 9:30.

go home. remember that i'd told my manager that i'd call her at 9 to let her know if i'm going to be working (i will defo not be working & she knows this) which will be tricky if i have to leave at 9 to go to the bank. have a pretty interminable IM conversation via microsoft teams about this wherein i suggest i message her first thing and call a bit later and she isn't going for it. eventually agree to call at 9 just so i can end the conversation and go to sleep.

Friday morning end up calling my manager from the bus. get to bank. whole thing takes a full 30 minutes so yeah i can see why they couldn't fit me in thursday afternoon ghfdljkfhdj. i'm so so tired. they have to go over a whole fraud prevention statement with you. 'you should be aware that scammers can pretend to be your solicitor'. me, exhausted: okay what if just this one time. a scammer is pretending to be my solicitor.

make the payment. go home to sleep finally.

later in the afternoon get another call from the solicitor. 'hi we have the keys you can come get them whenever'. oh yeah i'd been so caught up in trying to get them the money i'd kinda forgotten about. actually getting the flat.

(side note at no point was i planning to move in on 'moving day', an advantage of being a first time buyer is that i don't have to & i want to redecorate the place which is easier while it's empty)

initially say i'll come in next week but then realise that ideally next week i'll be back at work (i am not but anyway) so i might as well go now. it's pushing 4pm so will need to head out ASAP.

eyes are very dry and itchy from sleeping all day but fortunately i just (on a recommendation from my optometrist) bought a thing called a facial sauna which is a very weird contraption but does work extremely quickly.

pack my eye drops and also a peanut butter sandwich to eat in my new flat (why not) and go get the keys.

arrive at the flat. on inspection realise that the envelope i've been given seems to contain the most random assortment of loose keys. eventually identify an actual set of keys.

put my key in the lock of the flat door. abruptly hear a cat meowing, somewhere very close by.

previous owner had cats (plural) (i know this bcos i saw them when i was viewing the place). have a sudden moment of panic that i've somehow wildly misunderstood the whole situation and that she and her cats are still in residence.

look down. there is a very large, very fluffy white cat standing next to me, looking up at me as if expecting to be let in.

'you can't come in. this is my house.'

make my first mistake: think that if i open the door i will be able to prevent the cat from entering.

cat goes straight on into my flat.

i'm now pursuing the cat from room to room saying 'hey! hey you can't be in here! this is my house!'. the cat doesn't give a shit for obvious reasons (it is a cat)

i might have considered just shooing the cat outside and shutting the door but have arrived at an IMO not unreasonable concern. cat seemed very determined to enter this flat in particular and is now roaming around as if looking for something. previous owner had multiple cats and moved out AFAIK today. i have heard stories about people accidentally leaving cats behind when they move.

at this point it's 4:55 on a Friday. call my solicitor and explain the situation. ask if she could pass on a message to the seller's solicitor. unfortunately they have already closed for the week so it will have to wait till Monday but she will do her best.

decide the next course of action is to see if the cat has any ID. the cat is wearing a harness & collar so might have a tag with an address. make my second mistake: pick the cat up.

the cat does not have any ID on the harness. the cat does NOT like being picked up. cat gets very squirmy and then begins scratching me. cat manages to break my skin through a hoodie.

i put the cat down. the cat hisses at me. this is very rude considering that it is in my house.

head across the landing to see if the people opposite are missing a cat or, failing that, know their neighbours well enough to recognise the cat. there's no answer.

however!! i hear a voice down in the stairwell that sounds like it could be someone calling out a cat's name. 'hi!! is someone down there looking for a cat?' no answer.

look down the stairwell. on the ground floor there is a very large fluffy brown cat wearing a harness. !!!!! that is my cat's friend!

retrieve the cat from my flat (fortunately it just follows me out) and head downstairs. am met partway up by the cat's owner.

'oh thank god is this your cat'. it is her cat. apparently she had opened her front door to let them out into the garden and it had wandered off. 'i just moved in today it came into my flat'.

she is very apologetic. cat is unrepetent.

go back inside. call my solicitor's office. 'hi was it you i spoke to just now about the cat' (I told 2 people about the cat) 'no i just answered the phone because it was ringing. what cat.' 'can you tell *solicitor's name* that i have found the cat's owner. she will know what you mean'.

problem solved!! time to eat my peanut butter sandwich. :)

#long post

[auxcordlawd]

Part 5: Wandering Thoughts of a Ravenclaw

Summary: During Easter break you go out with friends, which ends badly.

Word count:2180

Warnings: Professor and student, age gap (all parties 18+), drinking, heavy petting, **sexual assault**

18+ readers only

It was Wednesday, and the sun was out for the first time all break. You had spent Friday through Tuesday wandering the castle, reading material from the coming term in the library, chatting with the few people who had stayed behind for the break. Less than 50 students remained so you ate at one table. You hadn’t seen Professor Snape all week, and his office door remained closed. Ever since that last night in his office he was all you could think about.

“(Y/n)?” A Hufflepuff girl whose name you couldn’t remember startled out of your reverie.

“Oh sorry, what did you say?”

“A group of us is heading to the Three Broomsticks later, some of last year’s graduates are going to be there. Specifically Quidditch players Zacharias Smith and Rodger Davies and they’ve gotten hotter.” She giggled nudging her fellow Hufflepuff Hannah Abbott.

“Yeah, I’d love to get out of the castle. I’m going a bit stir crazy!” You replied enthusiastically.

“Yay! You can meet me and Susan at the Hufflepuff door to the common room, we can get ready together. We got permission over break to allow others in our common room!” Hannah said giddily, you thankful for reminding you of her friends name.

As the sun went down you found yourself walking towards the kitchen where the Hufflepuff room was near. Suddenly Hannah grabbed your arm out from behind some wood barrels, where the door was obscured. You stepped inside, your first time in their common room, and found yourself at ease in the cozy room. Plants were scattered about, and despite being in the basement the colors of the sunset were visible through overhead windows. The girls had makeup and outfits scattered about the tables.

“None of the boys of Hufflepuff are in here right now, we kicked them out.” Alicia Spinnet, a girl on the Gryffindor Quidditch team laughed with a devious grin.

You all got ready chatting about random topics, mainly leading back to boys. “Aren’t you with that Slytherin boy, Miles?” Susan asked.

“Not really.” You said curtly, applying mascara as you spoke.

“I swear I saw you two the last day of term near the lake, and you two looked pretty cozy.” Hannah said with a mischievous smile catching your questioning face. “We don’t judge here!”

“Well yes, you did see us, but we’re not exclusive.. even though he might want to be.” You stated honestly relieved to be able to talk to someone about it. “This stays between us!” You said sternly while they all shook their heads yes eager to hear more.

“So… he walked me to detention after our afternoon together, and at the last minute he told me he loved me!” You blurted out.

“Merlin’s beard! A Slytherin boy announcing his feelings. How strange!” Alicia retorted looking truly shocked.

“Did you say it back?” Asked Susan.

“Uhh well, I said thanks and ran into Professor Snape’s office.” You replied awkwardly.

“That’s an odd place for refuge.” Hannah laughed with a curious look on her face.

“Well anyways this means you can flirt with the boys tonight!” Susan said giving herself one last look in the mirror before pulling out a bottle of firewhiskey from her bag. “Shots ladies?”

After a few drinks the sun had fully set. You had decided on a short denim skirt, your white trainers, a white cropped shirt that fell just at your bellybutton. Despite your showy attire, you were covering more than the others. Hannah wore a tight black dress showing off her endless legs, Susan wore a green slip dress that highlighted her red hair and showed a lot cleavage, and Alicia wore short jean shorts and a dark blue corset top.

You all made your way through the castle meeting up with some others as you strolled drunkenly to the Three Broomsticks. Muggle music was playing loud, some pop, some classic rock. The place was quite full for a Wednesday night, you all sat down at a large table in the back corner of the bar. Moments after sitting down there were several boys who you recognized as last years graduates and sat down with two bottles of fire whiskey and several shot glasses. Zacharias Smith sat down right next to you, turning toward you handing you a shot glass. “Cheers, to meeting back up with old friends and pretty girls.” He said winking at you before clinking glasses with you then others around the table before you all taking the shot.

About an hour or so later the bar was even more full, loud with people chatting, laughing, and music playing. You were quite drunk, but enjoying yourself for the first time all break. You stood leaning on a pole chatting with Hannah as Zacharias walked over to you, handing you a cocktail. He was eyeing you up and down hungrily. “It’s a shame we never became close when I was still at Hogwarts. You were always so focused on studies. I like to see you having fun now.”

“Well my studies paid off, so I think I’m due for some fun.” You said enjoying the attention, sipping more of your drink.

“You’re a vision in that outfit, I’d like to see how it looks on the floor of my hotel room.”

You giggled as you stumbled in to him, he put his hand on your waist possessively.

“It’s so hard to chat in here. Let’s step out front.” He grabbed your hand and you followed him, not really wanting to leave the group. One outside you leaned on the wall of the building, noticing how drunk you were. The chilly night didn’t even feel cold. Zacharias grabbed your waist and leaned in for a kiss, it felt good so you continued. He started grabbing you tighter, hands moving to your thighs. His fingers began trailing up under your skirt pushing it up higher so he could grab your ass. You shocked by his brashness pleaded “No, we shouldn’t be doing this.” Despite your pleas he continued as you tried to push him away. He reached up and grabbed your hand to stop you from pushing away. “Cmon your dressed like this, drinking all the drinks I got for you.” He said pushing into you more as he shoved his hands under your shirt.

Suddenly Zacharias was thrown on the ground away from you. You looked up stunned to see Professor Snape standing between you and him, his back facing you, holding his wand directly at Zacharias. You threw your hand over your mouth in shock as Snape yelled “Cruccio!” Zacharias was writhing on the ground unable to get a full plead for mercy out. “You’re lucky I don’t kill you.” Snape said seething. “Get the fuck out of here, and if you do anything like this again I will kill you.”

Snape turned quickly grabbing your wrist, before you even took a breath he apparated you both into his office. Snape was still fueled with anger, pacing back and forth before turning to you about to speak. Before he got a word out you ran into him and started sobbing into his chest. Startled he stood there for a second. Eventually he hugged you hard pushing you harder into his chest, as he rubbed your back.

“You’re alright, dear.” He said petting your hair tenderly.

“I’m so sorry” you cried, not even letting his unexpected warmth soak in.

“(Y/n) don’t be sorry. He is a worthless waste of space, I should have killed him right there.” He held onto you protectively. You stayed like that until your breathing normalized, your crying turning into light sniffling. He eased you into the chair in front of his desk. He leaned on his desk sitting in front of you, looking lost in thought.

You looked up at him through tearful eyes, for guidance. He magically made tea appear, two cups, as he turned to riffle through his potions cabinet. He poured a few drops into one of the glasses. “Tea to sober you up, as well as calming draught to settle your nerves.” He said softly handing you the cup. You took it and drank it down, feeling the immediate effects.

After a few minutes you felt quite sober and much calmer. “I’m so embarrassed.”

“(Y/n) you have no reason to. You do need to be more careful of who you surround yourself with, I may not always be around the corner to protect you, but when I saw you leave the bar with that imbecile I had a feeling.”

“You came outside to protect me?” You asked, feeling warm with that news.

He hesitated before answering. “Yes, I felt I had to miss (y/l/n).” He stood and went to open his door, sending out a paper airplane. Less than a minute later two house elves knocked on the door, Snape opened it revealing the house elves with their hands full of food, ham, potatoes, green beans, charcuterie, cookies, cakes, and a large pitcher of butterbeer. He motioned for them to set it down on his desk.

You both ate in silence for a while, feeling full and thankfully sober. Weeks before this event you could never imagine your professor caring for you like this. You felt so safe, so protected. It was quite late, most likely past midnight. “I believe its time for bed miss (y/l/n).” You looked up at him, feeling sad again.

“I-I don’t wanna be alone.” You said stuttering nervously.

“I can not assist you there.” Professor Snape said with certainty.

“Can’t I stay with you?” You asked desperately.

He stood there for a minute, questioning what to do or say. “That would be inappropriate, crossing lines.”

“But, but, please Profess-“

“Ok.” He cut you off in a tone hard to read, turning around to face the wall behind his desk.

He muttered something under his breath and one of his bookshelves moved as a door appeared. He opened the door and held out his arm gesturing you to enter. You slowly walked in, taking in the scene. His bed was similar to the four poster bed in the student dorms, yet his was larger, with black and cream sheets, pillows, and drapes. There was a small kitchenette with several teacups sitting around the sink. There was a small but intimate bathroom with a claw foot tub. A medium sized dresser was in the corner with books and potions scattered on top. It was small but not claustrophobic. It smelled strongly of him, which warmed you up in more ways than one. He was staring at you, seemingly questioning what you thought of his private space. “I love it.” You said finally speaking. You sat down on his bed and realized how intimate the sensation was. Was he going to sleep in the bed with you?

“I’m glad you’re comfortable. Would you like something to sleep in?” You nodded and he started rummaging through a set of drawers near the bed, pulling out a long black sweater, placing it in the bathroom. “Sleep well, I’ll be right in my office if you need me.”

“Wait.. Aren’t you going to sleep?” You questioned him, a truly innocent question.

“I will survive.” He said turning towards the door.

“Please, stay with me. I can sleep on the far side of the bed. I just want you nearby.” You said desperately. He seemed to falter at your words. “Go change.” He commanded.

You stood and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Taking the few seconds alone to organize your thoughts. Oh how the night had taken a turn. You pulled of your skirt, tank top, and sweater, and slid on the sweater Severus gave you. It was a soft cashmere, pilled with wear, wrapped in his scent you felt at ease. The sweater laid six inches above your knee, safely covering your lacy thong underneath. You splashed water on your face, used mouthwash he had sitting on his counter top, and walked out into the bedroom.

Severus had turned down the lights, with a few candles on, leaving you enough light to get back to the bed. He had changed into a black long sleeve shirt tight against his chest and arms, and slightly baggy dark green pajama bottoms. You felt so close to him seeing him like this. You saw his eyes trail down to your bare legs, quickly looking up at you. “Come, lay down.” He said in his slow deep voice.

You obeyed climbing under the covers as he held them for you. You shifted to the far side of the bed while he climbed onto his side. You laid facing him as he did the same. “Thank you Severus.”

“Of course, but this cannot become a regular thing, you staying in your professors bed.” he said with a small smirk, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Yes, sir.” You said smiling at him while you closed your eyes. Falling into the best sleep you’ve had in weeks.

Part 6

@yurfavmommy

#fanfic #harry potter fanfiction #professor snape #ravenclaw #severus snape x reader #slytherclaw #snape fandom #severus snape #snape smut #severus smut

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Every Little Thing (Is Magic)

Summary: Loki x Fe!Reader -> You and Loki are friends, but what happens when some pain-in-the-ass magician decides to stick his powers in where they're not wanted?

Disclaimer: This is part one. Not proof-read. Watched Supergirl and felt like writing. Like, comment and reblog for part two. Fluff, humor?, Loki being more excited than a puppy for a hot minute.

If someone had told you years ago that one day you would be hanging out with The Avengers only to find yourself in a compromised situation that included yourself, The God of Mischief and a multi-universal-pain-in-the-ass magician - you wouldn’t have believed them. 

Hell, you couldn’t believe it was happening, even when it was right in front of your eyes. 

When you had joined the team via the recommendation of Clint Barton, you hadn’t expected to find a close friendship in The God of Mischief himself but, surprisingly, you had. 

And somehow, between first meeting and the present time, you and Loki had found yourselves having a movie night each Friday. 

He enjoyed, despite denying it for a while, the world you lived on. Maybe it wasn’t as grand or glistening as Asgard, but it had its moments. The way the rain fell on an empty afternoon. The way the sun would rise just over the horizon each morning and had every place on the earth look so magical, even the darkest corners looked like a paradise. 

But, half-way through the second viewing of Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, someone interrupted your peace time. 

Loki had been sitting on the sofa and immediately jumped when he heard a second voice and you let out a short scream before dropping the glass bottle of milk on the floor. 

“Oh, I am sorry. Here, let me.”

The guy, dressed in a dark suit and fedora, waved his hand and the milk was cleaned up and disappeared in an instant. A second movement and a brand new bottle appeared on the side of the counter, fresh and cold. 

“Who are you?”

“That isn’t of importance.” He waved off. 

“I believe the lady asked you a question.”

The nameless man turned around on his heels with a smile. “Ah, Loki. I’ve met many of you. Nice to see you again. Please, there is no need for weapons here.”

With a move of his hand, Loki’s weapons had disappeared leaving both you and him shocked. 

“Now, I was hoping we could both speak.”

Your head was trying to register everything but it was having a difficult time not trying to kill the man in front of you. 

“Who are you?” you asked again. 

“Not of importance.”

“I believe it is.” you replied. 

The man smiled. “Well, if you must call me something, call me…Vel. Short for Velho.”

You leaned a little to view Loki past Velho, to which he seemed a little offended. 

“Do you recognise the name?”

Loki thought for a moment before looking at Velho. “It’s Finnish for Wizard.”

“You’re a wizard?”

Again, he looked offended. 

“Darling, couldn’t you already see that?” He shrugged. “Never mind. Besides, we’re wasting time. Why don’t we get on with it?”

“Get on with what? Look, Velho, I don’t know where or…what you are but, please, if you need help, we can-”

Velho laughed. “Oh, darling, I don’t need help. But my help is needed.”

“What on earth for-?”

Suddenly the room around you disappeared and rather than being your apartment, it spun and changed until you were in a large ballroom with long and grand-designed tables and crystal chandeliers. 

“That’s better, don’t you think?”

“Whoa, wait a moment-”

Suddenly, with a snap of his fingers, Velho made Loki disappear. 

“Whoa! What - Where did you send him?”

Velho was circling you with a finger pressed to his lips and his mind running wild. “Don’t worry, dear. He’s just getting ready.”

You stood tall. “Where?”

“Nowhere important.” Velho sized you up with his fingers as if he was measuring a painting from far away. “Ah, yes. That’s it.”

You yelped as you felt your feet shift from under you and your entire outfit that had consisted of comfortable pyjama bottoms and a long sleeve t-shirt changed into a corset tight wedding dress which put Enchanted to shame. 

“What the hell?”

“Yes, I agree. Much too poofy. How about-” 

Velho waved his hand again and you spun until you found yourself in an entirely new dress. Less poofy but much more lace. 

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Getting you ready.” Velho replied as if you knew what he was talking about. 

“Getting ready for what?”

“Much too lace. You look like a botched job at a Victorian Era wedding. Ah, I think I’ve got it.”

You didn’t pay attention to the next dress but the moment you stopped spinning you put your hands out and Velho stopped talking. 

“Hold on! What are you getting me ready for? And don’t you dare say it’s not important. And where is Loki? Bring him back, now.”

Vehlo smiled. “He’ll be here in a few minutes. But why don’t you take a look.”

A mirror appeared behind him and as he stepped out of the way, you saw the dress he had put you in. 

The open sleeves draped down to the floor with elegant gold details. The dress had a transparent, hand-crafted opening whilst velvet fabric bookended it. The shoulders contained the same golden detail and the train seemed to continue on forever behind you, and the veil that was attached to the flower crown that adorned your head was longer still. 

Your hair had changed too. 

From the messy and dirty bun you had thrown it into, you found it clean, curled and framing your face in a way you always wished to have got it, but in reality had never been successful. 

Wisps of glitter seemed to float around you, blessing you with a romantic essence you never believed you could hold. 

You looked like you had just stepped out of a fairytale story. 

“And to hide it from your groom.”

A soft wave of his hand and you found a simple cloak wrap over your shoulders only to find the inside like silk against your skin with gentle details of ivy, lavender and roses all on a golden background. 

Carefully, Velho moved the hood to sit on the crown of your hair where it draped down and hid your beauty whilst somehow showing it off secretly to the world. 

Now you were definitely in a fairytale. 

“Wait. Groom?”

“Ah,” Velho stepped back. “I almost forgot.”

With a snap of his fingers, Loki suddenly burst in through the double doors down the hall causing you to turn. 

He must have been running down multiple corridors, trying to find the right one to find you because once he laid his eyes on you, there was a complete look of exhaustion and relief. 

“Thank the gods, you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

Only now did you realise what he was wearing. 

A suit. 

A wedding suit. 

Now you snapped your attention back to Velho. “What are you doing?”

“Just what should be happening sooner than later.”

“What?”

You found the room spinning again and you found yourself back in your apartment, in your pyjamas except for your hair which was not messy or dirty but clean and in soft waves and half pulled back. 

“But I can see you’re both not just quite ready for that yet. But maybe I can hurry things along a little bit.”

The look in Loki’s eyes suddenly changed and you were taken aback as he opened up his arms, called your name and came towards you. 

“My love, I have been waiting centuries for you and I have finally found you. I love you.”

Loki continued in a romantic speech, hugging you multiple times in between. Meanwhile, you stood awkwardly, not quite knowing how to accept the sudden over the top affection. 

“What did you do to him?”

“Oh, nothing.”

You pulled yourself from Loki’s arms and rushed away from him only to find him back at your side again. 

He kept calling you “My love,” and complimenting you to the high heavens. 

“Turn it off.”

Velho smiled and clicked his fingers and within seconds Loki was on the floor, holding his head. 

“What the hell just happened?”

You bent down and looked at him. “Follow my finger.”

“I feel like I’ve just hit my head a thousand times over on a rock.” Loki told you. “Is this what a hangover feels like?”

You shrugged. “Sometimes. Depends on the drink. Are you still in love with me?”

Loki looked at you a little confused. “No more than usual.”

“Let me help you.”

Loki stood with your help, still holding his head. “What happened?”

“He did.”

“Guilty.” Velho smiled. “Now, I best be off. And, just a small warning darling, his powers don’t work on me. Nobody’s do. So, you’re just gonna have to figure this one out without magic. See you soon, my darling.”

“No, no, no, no, no-”

A snap of his fingers, a click of his heels and a hand behind his back, Velho smiled and Loki went from panic to having so much adoration and love for you, it surpassed that of a puppy when its owner comes home. Meanwhile, your panic turned into annoyance as Loki held you in his arms so tightly, it no longer felt like him. 

There had to be a way to fix it. 

#marvel #mcu #loki laufeyson #loki x fe!reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #god of mischief #god of mischief x reader #loki of asgard #tom hiddleston #marvel fanfic #loki fanfic #loki odison x reader #fluff #love #best-friends #humor #mcu x reader #marvel cinematic universe #valho

[the-guilty-writer]

Pancake Bar War

Request from anon: hotch x daughter reader where they are having a fun day at home and its just a lot of fluff and stuff. i feel like you have been writting a lot of dark stuff lately so maybe this could cheer you up!🤍🤍

Aaron Hotchner x daughter!reader

Summary: Breakfast time in the Hotchner household turns into a delicious disaster.

A/N: This was so refreshing to write! Sorry it’s short! Thanks for looking out for my mental health Anon. It’s truly appreciated ❤️ 

CW: Fluff, food fight

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There’s always a bit of amnesia that comes with waking up in the morning- whether that be the inability to remember what you dreamt of last night, or the split second where you forget what day it is. Most people have both.

You flopped over and looked at your clock. 8:38 AM, Friday. The morning amnesia broke and a smile broke out on your face. You slipped your bare feet into socks and walked down the hall to the kitchen where your dad was already busy making pancakes.

“Morning dad!” You greeted him.

“Goodmorning, sweetheart,” he replied. It was always a joy to wake up to the sight of his own home and members of his own family rather than alone in a hotel room somewhere.

Of course, Hotch had been up for a few hours now- even though working at the BAU made keeping a healthy circadian rhythm nearly impossible, having two kids and a demanding job made it so he always woke up at 6 AM sharp. On a regular day, he would have had to get ready for work and help get you and Jack ready for school, but you had the day off that day.

It was a fantastic excuse to give the rest of the team a well-deserved long weekend. Aaron had some meetings in the afternoon that he couldn’t reschedule, but he was happy to at least have the morning with you. Normally it would have been you and Jack, but your brother and Henry had insisted on a sleepover. Even though Hotch had been reluctant to give up the extra time with his son, it was a chance for him to spend some one-on-one time with you; a rare commodity that he was happy to have.

Between helping Jack with soccer and him still being at the age where Aaron knew how to help him with homework, it was easy to find quality time with his son. He tried his best to spend an equal amount of time with you, but your high school classes sometimes had you buried in double the work he had and your extracurriculars were far beyond his expertise. Sometimes quality time with his only daughter could only come in the form of working and studying in the same room, so he was thrilled that the morning could be dedicated to some much needed time with just the two of you.

“You think Jack will be mad that we did a pancake bar without him?” you asked.

He chuckled. “Jack is probably eating super hero themed waffles right now. I think he’ll be okay.”

Grinning, you pulled the whipped cream and chocolate syrup from the fridge before moving to get the chocolate chips and sprinkles from the pantry. You cut up some fruit and added it to the line up, turning part of the kitchen counter into a toppings buffet for the large stack of pancakes that your dad was beginning to finish up. Leaning against the counter, you took the liberty of connecting your phone to the bluetooth speaker, quietly putting The Beatles White Album on shuffle. You couldn’t help but notice your dad's smile.

“Alright,” he said, putting down a plate stacked with golden-brown pancakes on the counter. “Breakfast is served.”

You grabbed a few pancakes and began to pile on the toppings to your liking, quietly humming along to Blackbird as it echoed in the background. When you were finished, you sat down at the table.

“So,” he began. “What are you planning to do today?”

“They’re running the local market down at the park,” you said. It was something you loved to do when you could- walk around and look at every strange handmade soap, craft, painting, or nick nack that local vendors had to offer. There was always a fun surprise somewhere, and over the years you’d gotten great at finding the market’s hidden treasures.

“I didn’t know they still had that,” your dad said.

“They don’t run it as much as they used to,” you replied. “But since we have the day off school, all the vendors are students. One of my friends asked me to get breakfast with her before she has to set up, but I told her I already had plans with my dad that couldn’t be canceled.”

Your dad chuckled. “Thanks.” He knew the comment was entirely sarcastic in nature, but he couldn’t help but want a little payback. You both finished your breakfast and began the process of cleaning up the kitchen. You were nearly finished cleaning off the counter of toppings when your dad stopped you.

“Wait, sweetheart,” he said. You turned to him. “You have a little something, right… there!”

You hadn’t even noticed that the whipped cream was gone, hidden away in your dads hand so he could leave a dot of it on your nose. Your mouth dropped open in surprise, and then widened into a smile. “Oh you are ON!”

With the bottle of chocolate syrup in one hand, you pointed it towards him, getting a glob of the sticky substance on his shirt before he sprayed more whipped cream at you, causing you to shriek and giggle while the content of the can was emptied in your hair. With all his sugary ammo gone, it gave you the opportunity to move in- squeezing the bottle to attack him with a projectile fountain of chocolate.

But Hotch was nothing if not brave in the line of fire (especially when that fire was a delicious condiment). He playfully grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder, both of you laughing as you faked to struggle away from him. The bottle slipped from your hands and landed on the floor with a thunk. 

“I surrender!” you giggled as your dad spun around, making you just dizzy enough that it reminded you of how you used to make him spin you around and around when you were a little girl. “I surrender!”

Your dad chuckled and put you down. Both of your pajamas were stained with chocolate. The sticky feeling of whipped cream coated one cheek and you could feel that it was in your hair. From the look of your dad’s shirt, he would have been the prime suspect in a serial murder case against chocolate bunnies and the syrup was smeared against his face. But his smile was the brightest you had seen it in years.

“Go get ready,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll clean up.”

You went back to your room and began running the shower, knowing it would take a few cycles of shampoo to get the food fight evidence out of your hair. Hotch looked around at the kitchen, sighing but still smiling as he grabbed the cleaning supplies.

You would be late to the market and he would be late to his meeting, but it was worth it.

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x daughter!reader #aaron hotchner x child!reader #hotch x daughter!reader #hotch x child!reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x platonic!reader #criminal minds x teen!reader #criminal minds x daughter!reader #criminal minds x child!reader

[adventuresasmrsfindley]

That hour of sleep from 6:30 to 7:30 AM after you thought you were up for the day at 5:45 is truly unmatched 🙌🏻

One more day home for the kiddo. He has officially missed the entire week of school. Not feeling super great about that but I talked to his teacher yesterday and she agreed that his health is the number one priority. It's only PreK so like.. I get that he's not attending Harvard or something 😂 but a week feels like a lot to miss. He was really starting to perk up yesterday afternoon after starting antibiotics and did finally eat more than a bite or two of something. Hopefully he will continue on the upswing today! Ready to get back to our normal routine next week. One of his school friend's mom texted me this morning saying friend was worried about Knox and wanted to know what was going on. I thought that was sweet.

I had taken yesterday off because Cole was off for an MRI and we were going to get lunch and have a little date but obvi that didn't work out. But being off work made it feel like Friday and now I really don't want to work today lol at least it's for real Friday. I read through the team chat to see if I missed anything and it's sounding like we will be expected to be in the office 2 days a week starting in the fall-ish. Not super stoked on that but it's much better than 4 days which is what others sites around the US are expected to do. It's going to be a huge adjustment going back, especially with a school aged kid. 100% of drop off and pick up falls on me and that will never change so there will def have to be some give and take with the hours I'm in the office. Luckily I have a super understanding direct boss.

Anyways. I better get to it. Hope everyone has a great day!

[hoedamn-eron]

baby, please - part 4

You were just coming down with something, that was all. The flu, food poisoning...or something...

Warnings: Throwing up, so emetophobia warning. Like one or two mentions of drinking alcohol. Mentions of failed protection. Spot the accidental FNAF reference. Proofread, again, lazily. Word count: 4,479 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

These are your texts. These are Craig's/Tinder's texts.

Part 3 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 5

Santiago was gone by the time you woke up the day after your date. You hadn’t expected him to be there, at all. You’d have been more surprised if he had stayed for breakfast.

He at least tidied up after himself, putting back the plant pot he had knocked over, although it looked like he had just shoved the plant back in with the way it was tilted on an angle. You snorted before grabbing the pot, quickly fixing it up and giving your poor peace lily some water.

You’d had fun last night. Even though you’d both agreed that this was probably not going to lead to anything else and was a one-time deal, you would probably meet up with Santi again if the opportunity arose. He was a good laugh, and the perfect gentleman, even if he did knock over your plant.

Not to mention he was insanely good looking and gave you the best orgasms of your life.

Giggling at the memories of last night, you made yourself some coffee, intending to catch up on a few emails as you made your breakfast. Sundays had always been your day to clean and tidy up your apartment, usually to feel fresh and organised for the week ahead. You had no plans to leave today; you’ll prepare some stuff for work in the afternoon, so you had a head start when you go in on Monday, but your plan was to lounge around and watch Netflix.

But first you needed to shower, because you had all kinds of funk going on.

Emily cornered you the minute she stepped into the office on Monday. She demanded you tell her how well your date went with Santi since he didn’t ‘give anything up all weekend’.

You shrugged at her. “It was fun, we had a good time.”

Emily waited for you to say more, but when she was met with silence, she waved her hands at you frantically. “Is that it?”

You snorted. “I don’t know what you want me to say, we went out, we agreed we weren’t looking for anything serious, and that was that.”

“So my match making didn’t work? You went out, ‘had a good time’, and nothing came from it?”

“Let’s be honest, Emily, I’m probably never going to see Santi again.”

One week

The launch was weeks away, and your week was filled with meetings, and looking into getting new clients on board. You had tried reassuring the other teams in your office that there will be potential but some of the more difficult members of your office didn’t want to listen to you. They had already started headhunting.

It had put you in a bad mood that your co-worker’s didn’t seem to have any faith in you, despite your reputation and how long you had been there. You knew what you were doing, you weren’t an idiot. You studied for four years to get where you were today. By midday, you had already plugged in your earphones, asserting that no-one talks to you for the rest of the day.

As it turned out, it was another late lunch day for you, you sitting yourself down to eat when everyone was packing up to leave. It was Friday, and everyone was chatting about their weekend plans. You had had plans with Beth but she had cancelled earlier that morning due to a ‘wedding emergency’. She hadn’t elaborated and you hadn’t asked, just sent her your love and help if she needed anything.

You relax your shoulders, almost groaning at the ache in them. There was a lot going on, and you hadn’t had the chance to unwind at all. Emily had been pestering you again about Santi. You told her that you just weren’t interested in anything more, and neither was he. If she thought there was someone else you should meet, then sure, you would give it a go, but she didn’t seem to understand that you had both wanted something casual.

Also, you really needed to get your AC fixed. It was getting warmer as the summer was approaching, and you couldn’t keep going the way you were. You told yourself you will be at home next weekend and get your AC fixed. You made a mental note to look up electricians when you get home.

Two weeks

God you were tired. And moody. Your period was due in a few days, so it must have been that. You better check your supplies for when you go to the store tomorrow. Not only that, but work was running you ragged, and it was really taking it out of you, and the hot weather was not helping. Thank God it was the weekend, and you were finally getting your AC looked at.

You were thinking about your date with Santiago and decided that you were going to download Tinder again. You had fun with Santi, so why couldn’t you have fun like that again? It didn’t have to be anything long term, but if you happened to meet someone who wanted a little more, you would give it a go. You were open to anything in the end.

You were scrolling left and right through Tinder when the electrician arrived. He had lots of good reviews on Google, and he seemed really reliable. You had contacted him as soon as you could, and he replied within an hour. He turned up when he said he would, and he’d even fixed your AC an hour after arriving.

As you paid him and thanked him profusely as he left, a notification went off on your phone. It was a match with a guy called Craig, and he’d already messaged you. You grinned and snorted at the cheesy pick-up line.

Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living?

Wow. Think I might need some nachos for all that cheese.

I’m sorry. My buddy and I have a bet going on to see who would get a response from the worst pick up lines and you just won me $50 so thank you!

Glad I could help. Was that the only reason you swiped right?

No, you’re genuinely beautiful. The bet was just a bonus.

You raise your eyebrow and grin.

Well, aren’t you just a charmer?

I aim to please. So what is it you do for a living?

You talked well into the afternoon; Craig was in fact charming, and a sweetheart. And he was a fan of cheesy pick-up lines, and not just for bets. You gave him your number later in the afternoon, and promptly forgot about Tinder.

Three weeks

You were late.

For work and your period.

But it was fine, your body was never like clockwork. Sometimes you were late and sometimes you weren’t. There wasn’t any reason to worry, it was only a few days. It was probably from the adrenaline of the product launch.

What you were going to worry about was the fact that traffic was ten times worse than it usually was and you were absolutely about to get a severe warning from your boss if you didn’t start moving soon. The launch was tonight, and you had so many things to still finalise. You sensed you were going to be spending your day in the office going at 100 miles an hour.

You called Emily to tell her to get started without you, that you had all the faith in the world that your team could make the right decisions and hold for the fort until you got there. At least then no-one would be behind and on schedule.

You made it into the building ten minutes late.

“You’re late,” Harriet, your boss, muttered to you with her arms folded across her chest as you practically run into your workspace.

“Yeah, sorry, traffic was terrible. Emily, where are we up to?” you ask, throwing your bag and jacket on your chair.

“Uh��” Emily read through her notes, her brow furrowed before nodding. “We are good to go on the slideshows, the banners, and the drink display. We’re still waiting on the DJ and the food itself is fine, it just the waiting staff - ”

“The waiting staff? They confirmed weeks ago!”

“The flu has been going round and they’re trying to replace the ones they have off.”

You let out a groan of frustration before taking Emily’s notes from her. “You get in touch with the DJ, I’ll sort out the servers. Anything else?”

“Yeah, the mechanic for the wraps on the cars have sent over their invoice,” Emily bit her lip. “I don’t think they’re sending them out until it’s paid.”

“Send it over to accounting, let the client know, and get on it ASAP. I can’t believe this is all happening on launch day!” you snap, already punching in the catering company’s number to ask them for an update.

Turns out, half of their workforce was out of commission because they had been hit with the flu and it had spread like wildfire. You tried not to lose your temper, it wasn’t their fault, and it wouldn’t be your company that was affected by it either. You told them you understood, that if they could send whoever they could for the event, that would be great.

You slammed the phone down and searched up any temp agencies that may have had any servers available. You contacted a fair few, leaving messages and sending emails, you could do nothing but wait and move on to something else that required your immediate attention. Of course, the client had some last-minute changes to the flyers that were also finalised weeks ago and were sent to print last week. You had wanted to put your foot down on that one, but queried with the printer company anyway, to see if they could print out over five hundred flyers and have them ready for collection by that afternoon.

By some small miracle, they said they could for an extra cost and if you sent over the prints in an hour.

You got on the phone with the client and made the adjustments then and there. With the completed flyers accepted and checked off, you sent them over to the printing office with minutes to spare.

Then one of the temp agencies came back to you to say they did have some spare servers and they could work that evening. You thank whatever God is up there that someone was on your side that day!

You send an update in the office team chat, where Emily also confirmed the DJ is already on the way from Orlando. His gig that morning had ran over and he hadn’t been able to confirm back to Emily’s email regarding the launch, but he was now on his way.

You sighed, closing your eyes and sitting back in your chair, rubbing at the headache in the middle of your forehead. You needed a drink.

“We did it!” cried Emily. “We fixed the problems!”

“Only just,” you muttered, your eyes still closed. “I could do with more servers.”

By the end of the day, another catering company managed to send over a few more servers. You sent the invoices over to accounting, the last of your jobs for the day over.

You made it home with less than an hour to get ready for the event. You were feeling a little woozy, probably from the mess that was today, and how you hadn’t really eaten. You make yourself a quick dinner, just some spaghetti in a tomato sauce, and shower while the sauce was cooking.

Once you were ready, and looking fabulous, you left your apartment, not before you sent a quick photo of yourself to your friends, sending over ‘Final night! 🎉’. You were praised with congratulations and love hearts from your best friends.

You even got a text from Craig, which caused you to smile.

Well done, superstar! Let’s celebrate together soon.

You sent him a quick text back thanking him and telling him you’d definitely take him up on his offer as a notification for your Uber came through.

Making your way into the large venue, Emily was already shoving a drink of champagne in your hands. “We did it! We worked our asses off and nearly crashed and burned, but we did it!”

You give her a large smile, and cheersed her own champagne glass before taking a gulp. You grimaced at the taste. “We spent all that money on marketing, but couldn’t afford decent champagne?”

Emily pulled a face as she rolled her eyes. “Ugh, I know. It’s awful, isn’t it? I told Harriet it was worth buying the better stuff, but no.”

You frowned before placing the champagne on a table, intending to leave it there. You took a deep breath, your stomach doing somersaults. The spaghetti you made earlier wasn’t sitting well, and the champagne had really turned your stomach.

It was probably the bad champagne.

The head of the sport’s drink company made his way up to the stage and tapped into the microphone to gain everyone’s attention. “Hello everyone! It’s amazing to see you all tonight for the launch of our product…”

You zoned out, trying to focus on breathing. You did not feel good, and as the crowd went silent to listen to the ‘big boss’, you tried your best to listen, but you couldn’t from the ringing in your ears. You can feel the beads of sweat forming on your forehead as you turn to Emily, not really looking at her as you discreetly excuse yourself. Panic sets in as you realise you can't hold it in any longer. You rush towards the nearest restroom, desperately hoping you make it in time.

Your heart pounds in your chest, and you can hear the distant hum of the speech fading away as you step into the bathroom. You're grateful that it's empty, providing you with a moment of privacy. You lock yourself inside a cubicle and drop to your knees, gripping the cold porcelain toilet bowl. As you lean over, Emily’s voice echoes through the empty bathroom. Figures she followed you, noticing your sudden discomfort. You felt the embarrassment flow through your body, but you know that she's only there to lend a helping hand, if you needed it.

The wave of nausea intensifies, and you barely have time to pull your hair back before a rush of the earlier spaghetti emits from within you. The taste is bitter and acrid, burning your throat as it leaves your body. Then you hear a knock on the door, followed by Emily’s gentle voice, muffled by the bathroom's walls. She asks if you're alright, if there's anything she can do to help.

You manage to compose yourself enough to respond, your voice shaky and weak. "I...I think I'll be okay," you say, your words interrupted by a sudden gag. "Sorry, just...just give me a minute."

She doesn't leave, though. Instead, she waits outside your stall. Her presence makes you feel even more embarrassed at this unexpected moment of vulnerability. You wanted to tell her to go back to the party, to not worry about you, that you’ll make your way back in a moment, but words escape you when you needed them the most.

As the nausea subsides, replaced by a lingering queasiness, you take a deep breath and rise to your feet. You grab some toilet roll, dabbing your mouth before throwing it in the toilet. You flush it, feeling as though the moment has finally passed and it was over. Slowly, you unlock the door and step out, finding Emily waiting for you with a concerned expression.

You avert your gaze and walk past her, washing your hands.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her eyes filled with empathy. “Do you want some water?”

“I’ll get it, thanks Emily.”

You clear your throat as you shake your hands of excess water before grabbing a few paper towels. You dry your hands and throw them away, before turning to Emily. You couldn’t find the right words, so with a weak smile, you both return to the event.

Four Weeks

“Just take a pregnancy test,” Courtney said, shrugging. “I’m shocked you haven’t yet, honestly.”

Now that you suddenly gained an awful lot of free time as the launch was over, you and Courtney arranged to meet up a week after. Your newest clients were more relaxed, really only happy with the updates to their social media, and a few print outs every now and then. So this gave you the perfect opportunity to gain some advice about the awful ‘case of the flu’ you’d been complaining about all week.

You’d been talking about it since you puked at the launch (and pretty much every day since). And you were constantly tired, and hungry. And just a ball of emotion. You’d thought about the other explanation, obviously, but you can’t be pregnant. You used protection each time. You couldn’t be.

You still decided to skip on the wine with your meal.

“Don’t you think I’m overthinking it, just a bit?” you ask, almost rolling your eyes. “It’s not weird for someone to sometimes be late on their period.”

“And to throw up at their important work event,” Courtney said, raising an eyebrow at you and throwing you a pointed look. “Then every day afterwards. Did you not use protection?”

You wanted to shout at her. She’s talking to you like you’re an irresponsible teenager, and not a woman who was nearing thirty. “Of course, I did.”

Courtney stared at you with a stern look on her face. “So rule it out then, what’s the problem?”

“The problem is that it’s impossible for me to be pregnant because I always use protection, so there must be something wrong that’s causing this.”

“Yeah, probably a foetus,” muttered Courtney sarcastically. “All condoms have a 2% fail rate.”

You groaned, burying your head in your hands. You had to admit, it was a bit weird, and it was the only logical explanation at this point. The ‘flu’ symptoms weren’t wearing off. You were only digging yourself a deeper hole if you didn’t approach it now. “What do I do?”

“Whose would it be?”

You peek over your fingertips at your friend, who was raising an eyebrow at you. You had already thought about this since the last person you slept with was - “Santiago. The ex-army guy from a few weeks ago.”

“Not this doctor guy you’ve been talking to?”

“Craig? No. We haven’t even met yet. We have a date next week.”

“Do you think that Santiago lied about using condoms?”

“No, I…” you grimace, your cheeks warming. “I watched him put them on and throw them in the trash.”

Courtney shrugged. “Well then…I guess you’ll just have to pee on a stick and find out.”

You sigh, before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom and throw up. Again.

Five Weeks

You’d put it off long enough. You were very late for your period, the symptoms hadn’t subsided, and you couldn’t avoid it anymore. You had to take a pregnancy test.

You had cancelled your date with Craig, apologising profusely. You came up with the excuse of the flu and he was very understanding but you noticed he didn’t mention rescheduling. You felt slightly disappointed, but it was fine. You had other things to worry about.

You made your way to the nearest CVS, taking a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart before walking inside, straight to the family planning aisle. Your eyes widened at the brands. Which ones were most reliable? Why are they so expensive? Aren’t babies expensive enough? And why so many different brands? Don’t they all do the same thing?

You would ask Gabrielle, but you didn’t want to bother her with something like this.

You bite your lip as you walk up and down the aisle. ClearBlue is trustworthy, wasn’t it? And it was a well-known brand. And you were sure they had digital tests as well as regular tests. But you know that Clinical Guard is good too. And First Response. Or should you check –

"Are you okay, sweetheart?“

You jump at the sudden interruption, turning to look at the older woman who was wearing a pharmacy coat, her auburn hair pulled back in a bun as her green eyes looked at you a little concerned. You blink before shaking your head quickly and gave the woman a small smile. "Sorry. I'm...which brand would you recommend?"

The woman looked at the pregnancy tests before letting out a hum. "If you want my honest opinion, they all are the same, just have different names. But it's up to you."

Biting your inner lip in slight frustration, you sigh through your nose, looking back at the tests before grabbing a ‘triple check’ ClearBlue box, and a First Response box. You turn to the woman, who smiled at you before leading you to the counter. You pay the (more than you had planned to pay) fees for the tests. The pharmacist looked at you as she tilled in the amount. "You were stood there for a while before I came over. I thought there was something wrong."

You let out a nervous laugh, shrugging a shoulder. "Well...I mean, I could be pregnant, so..."

"We've all been there," replied the pharmacist. "Whatever the result, I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Thanks," you replied, grabbing the plastic bag and leaving the store, making your way back to her apartment quickly, almost feeling the anxiousness of being found buying pregnancy tests (as if you weren’t an independent, fully grown adult).

It seemed to take longer to get back to your apartment than it did to get to the CVS. You eventually made it back, closing and relocking your apartment door as you practically ripped the tests from the plastic bag, speed walking to the bathroom, and reading the instructions on the First Response tests.

"You can't pee on a stick wrong, right?" you muttered to yourself, before shaking your head. "Well, Cassie in high school managed to do it wrong. Remove cap, pee on test, pointing down then replace cap and lay on flat surface for three minutes. I can do that. Two lines means congrats, you're pregnant!"

So that’s exactly what you did. Once placing the cap back on and leaving the test on the side of the sink, you washed her hands, watching the test with a concerned look on your face before catching your reflection in the mirror before scowling. You point to your reflection, calling your name sternly. "Come on. Staring at it isn't going to make it go any quicker." you momentarily froze before shaking your head.

Stop talking to yourself.

You took a deep breath, knowing it had been longer than the three minutes it suggested on the box. You let the breath go before closing your eyes tightly then opening them, lifting the test to eyeline.

Two pink lines stare back at you, almost mockingly.

You felt sick again. And dizzy. You were going to pass out. You need to sit down. You feel yourself grab onto the edge of the counter, slowly lowering yourself to the floor, still staring at the positive test. No matter how long you stared, the test didn't change. Those two pink lines were still as vibrant as they were a few minutes ago.

What do you do? What are you supposed to tell Santi? It was a one-night stand, you used protection! How did this happen?

You could feel yourself panicking, becoming breathless. You drop the test on the floor, your heart pounding loudly in your ears as you stumbled your way into your bedroom and to your bedside drawer, digging around for the condom box. They must be a defective batch. There was no way –

You felt your blood run cold. Expired.

You, again, felt like you were going to pass out. How did you not know? Why didn’t you check the expiration date sooner? You felt tears flood your eyes as you angrily threw the box into the trash. What we’re you going to do now? You can’t have a baby. You had a tiny, one-bedroom apartment! You had just situated yourself in your career! And you were pretty sure Santi didn’t want kids. You would be alone, with a child.

You didn't sleep well that night, if at all. Your mind was going one hundred miles a minute, going through all the aspects that you currently had going on and how you would accommodate for a baby, if you were pregnant. You would have to find a new place, big enough for two people, if not more. That was another thing. Would Santi even want to be involved? You hadn’t even spoken since the date, you might not even need to tell him.

You shake the thought away. Of course you need to tell him.

You took a second test as soon when you woke up, and it did come out positive. You waited until after you had breakfast and showered and watched a little morning TV before taking another one. You ended up throwing up your breakfast into the toilet. It was positive, again.

It was late afternoon, after hours of pacing and weighing the options when you scrolled for Santi’s number. You had taken yet another test, just to be sure (the result was no different than the first three you took), and had promptly thrown up again, into your toilet. Your thumb hovered over the call button, hesitating. What if he doesn’t answer? What if he blocked your number after your date? You had no intention of speaking to each other again, what if he just ignored you? Would he think you wanted another date?

No, you couldn’t let these fears take over. He deserved to know. And if you couldn’t contact him, you could always ask Emily to pass the message along that you needed to speak to him.

You shiver. You hoped it didn’t come to that.

You press the call button before you psych yourself out more, placing the phone to your ear. The ringing twisted your stomach with nerves. This wasn’t even the hard part. You just had to ask him to talk, to meet you for coffee or something. It’ll be casual, as casual as it can be telling a one night stand you were pregnant. Oh shit, you were going to be sick –

“Hello?”

Your breathing hitched at the sound of Santiago’s voice. You take a deep breath before releasing it. There was no turning back now. “Hey…it’s me.”

“Hey,” he replies, muttering your name. “How are you? Wasn’t expecting to hear from you.”

“Er, yeah. Just…listen, we need to talk.”

#triple frontier #santiago garcia x reader #santiago x reader #santiago garcia x f!reader #santiago garcia #oscar isaac #pregnant!reader

[number1mingyustan]

Bittersweet(Chapter 10–All Falls Down)||k.mgyu + j.ww

Genre: neighbors to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

Warnings: kissing, angst, grinding, fingering (f.), oral (m.), marking, cursing, alcohol consumption, fighting, mentions of puking, i probably missed something there's so much that happens

Summary: in which everything comes crashing down

Word Count: 4.5k

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(a/n: finally got this posted)

You're really not one to eavesdrop, but when Sora closes her locker and brings up Mingyu, you can't help but listen.

"I don't know Sohee, it's like really weird. Mingyu and I haven't had sex yet and I'm getting kind of impatient," Sora says.

As much as you disliked the girl, she was absolutely right. Mingyu and Sora have been dating for about a month now and they haven't had sex yet? Mingyu going weeks without getting laid? Something was off.

Of course, you wouldn't really know. You've hardly spoken to Mingyu in the past few weeks. You could feel him slipping away slowly, but your conversation on your birthday confirmed everything. It was hard not to notice the odd tension when it first started. You both knew things would be different after you finally got with Wonwoo, but you hadn't expected it to be this different.

You haven't had a full conversation with him in nearly a month and it bothered you. He hardly made eye contact with you whenever you were within 10 feet of him. The most you got were half-assed greetings when you were with Wonwoo or another member of the team and Mingyu happened to be there. Besides that, all you got from him was radio silence.

"I thought you guys hooked up at Seungchol's like two months ago?" Sohee questions.

Sora sighs and leans against her locker. "We did, but we didn't go all the way. And it's been that way since. Like it was sweet at first because always wanted to give and like never receive, but like I want more now. You know?"

Sohee nods. "Maybe he's just not ready."

"I mean yeah, maybe you're right. It's just like, he's Mingyu, you know. Like before me it was pretty common knowledge that he's fucked around and he didn't stop halfway. It makes me think there's something wrong with me," Sora sighs again.

"Yeah but you're forgetting that before you, Mingyu like, didn't do relationships. He's a guy, so fucking other girls wasn't that big of a deal. But now he's actually dating you, he probably wants to go slow and make it special when it happens. He's gotta be like totally in love with you considering you actually managed to tie him down in a relationship," Sohee explains.

You hide your face in your locker as Sora leans her back against hers. "Yeah, you're probably right."

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Wonwoo lays on your bed, staring at you from behind as you do your makeup. You're so focused on yourself in the mirror that you fail to notice that he's rolled off the band and started creeping up behind you.

You jump when his arms find their way around your waist. "Relax baby, it's just me."

"You startled me," you reply, leaning into the mirror as you finish applying your mascara.

"Sorry baby," he plants a kiss on your neck. "Just wanted to know when you were gonna be done. Uber's gonna be here soon."

It's Friday night again, and Wonwoo's come over again per usual. However, it's one of the biggest game of the season on Saturday afternoon. To get everyone excited, Hoshi decided it would be a great idea to host a party.

Getting the entire team drunk the night before a big game may not have been the most practical, but it absolutely wasn't going to stop the boys.

" 'M almost done," you say as you finish applying your mascara. "Promise."

He places another kiss on your neck. You watch his body fall back on your bed with a soft 'thud' in the mirror. It brings a smile to your face.

"Is Mingyu gonna be there tonight?" you ask out of curiosity.

"Probably," your boyfriend replies. "He's still not talking to you?"

"No," you sigh. "It's fine I guess though."

"Hmm," he hums. "We'll have our own fun tonight since he's still in a mood. I can talk to him if you want."

You shake your head. "No it's okay. It's not that big of a deal, he'll come around."

You fear he won't. Wonwoo doesn't know the full story about you and Mingyu. He knows that you guys were close when you were kids, but he doesn't know you were completely dropped out of his life.

Or that that the last time you really talked to him, you also slept with him and how that makes you feel used. You can't fully open up to Wonwoo about it either.

"Girls always take so long to get ready," he mumbles, loud enough for you to hear.

"Yes Wonwoo," you roll your eyes dramatically. "It takes time for me to look this good."

"You always look good," he says.

A smirk has formed on his face. He sits up on your bed, looking at you through the mirror. You shift your eyes as you feel the heat creeping to your cheeks.

"Thank you," you reply quietly.

Your bed shifts as he stands up. He walks toward you, arm draped lazily around your waist and kisses your heated cheeks. "I'm gonna raid your kitchen. I'm ready when you are."

You hear his footsteps fade as he makes his way downstairs. Your heart is beating out of your chest excitedly.

It's only a few more minutes before you're finally ready. You and Wonwoo uber to Hoshi's house safely. Although you guys get there let, you're still early enough that all the alcohol isn't gone. After entering, you and Wonwoo make your way toward the kitchen, hand in hand.

There's a good amount of people already, so he guides you through the crown with your fingers interlaced. When you finally make you way into the kitchen, you decide to drink something stronger than the last time you were at one of these.

You pour your own cup, mixing the alcohol with the soda left on the table. You and your boyfriend drink together, wincing as the alcohol makes its way down your throats.

Before you can open your mouth to say anything to him, a hand rest on both your backs. You both turn around, seeing Dino.

"You two!" he beams. "Backyard, beer pong, now."

You and your boyfriend quickly exchange a look of agreement before following Dino outside. It's quieter, considering there's less people and the music is coming from inside of the house.

One side of the table has Jeonghan, Vernon, and Jun while the other has Joshua and Seungchol. You and Wonwoo migrate to the side with Joshua and Seungchol.

Joshua leans over, whispering in your ear, "Mingyu and Sora ditched us."

You simply nod before starting the game.

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You don't know why Jeonghan has to be so good at this game. He's had yet to miss a single cup. He's gotta be cheating somehow, but the alcohol is starting to take its effect on everyone, including you. No one really puts much thought into anything.

There's two cups in front of you and one on the opposing team's, thankfully.

Dino throws the ball drunkenly, completely missing the cup. Jeonghan rolls his eyes in annoyance. Jun lets out a drunken giggle at the interaction.

It's your turn next.

You retrieve the ball, stumbling a bit. Jeonghan stands at the opposite end of the table with a frown on his face. You really don't get what his deal is with you.

Although Jeonghan may be weirdly good at this game, you've realized you are too. You've only missed one of your shots, even as the alcohol started to pump through your bloodstream.

You aim the ball, and thankfully it lands in the cup after one bounce. Jeonghan's expression turns sour as he downs what's in the cup. He didn't like that one bit.

On the other hand, Wonwoo hugs you excitedly. "You're so good baby. We won!"

You can tell he's pretty tipsy too. "Thank you!" you beam.

He intertwines your fingers again, practically dragging you back into the house without a word. You let him take the lead. He opens the screen door and pulls you in before he closes it and pins you against the wall.

Your head faces the living room for a brief moment. Mingyu is seated on the couch with his arm draped lazily around Sora and a cup in hand. He takes a sip and happens to turn in the direction facing you. His expression is unreadable, but he looks away quickly.

Moments later, Wonwoo's hand rests on your jaw. He pulls your head so it's facing him instead of the living room.

He closes the small gap between your faces and seals it with a kiss. Your eyes fall closed and you kiss him back with the same amount of fervor. It's sloppy due to both your drunken states. His hands rest on your hips as he presses his body closer against yours.

He pulls away before anything can get too heated.

"I have to pee," he says.

Your eyes flutter open, confusion written all over your face. "What?"

"I have to pee so bad," he says. "I'll be right back."

You let out a breathy laugh. "Okay, I'll stay near."

"I'll be quick, promise," he says. "Can never stay away from you too long."

You smile at him before he turns his back and disappears further into the house. The back door slides open and Joshua walks through. "Where's Wonwoo?" he asks.

"Bathroom," you reply shortly.

In nods in understandment before he leans against the wall next to you. He can tell something's on your mind.

"Something bothering you?" he asks.

"Eh," you shrug. "Jeonghan hates me and I don't know what I did to him."

"I'm sure he doesn't hate you," Joshua replies, voice laced with hope.

"Oh but I'm sure he does," you scoff.

"Jeonghan's just not really that good with new people. He like doesn't open up easily or whatever," Joshua says. "When I first became friends with them, he hated me."

You let out a laugh. "Really? You guys are so close now."

"I know," he smiles. "Kid fucking hated my guts when we first met though. He wouldn't talk to me, and then he realized we actually had like a lot in common. It takes time with him, he's weird."

You nod in understandment. "I kind of get that vibe from him, but I don't know. It feels more personal."

"You're probably overthinking it," Joshua pats your head.

"You're probably right," you agree.

Wonwoo returns moments later. He pulls you off the wall and hugs you. "Thank you for taking care of her Josh."

The older boy smiles. "Of course,"

That's something you've truly grown to appreciate about these boys. The way they look after one another and you. They don't have to be told to do so, it comes naturally to them. Caring for each other and ensuring their safety.

"You wanna go upstairs?" Wonwoo suggests.

You lick your lips in anticipation. He smirks before you allow him to lead you again, heading toward the bedroom upstairs.

The tightness in Mingyu's heart continues to pull harder and constrict as he watches you leave. He's getting flashbacks to the last party when you and Wonwoo disappeared together. He didn't understand the feeling then, but it's become all to familiar now.

He's not gonna go chasing after you again. Now, Wonwoo's your boyfriend. He's got no right to come between that. It wouldn't be fair.

He needs a drink.

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Thankfully, you only have to go to one room without interrupting anyone this time. Wonwoo mentions that it's actually Hoshi's room and he pissed he'd be if he ever found out what you two were about to do.

Not that either of you care all that much in the moment.

He kicks the door closed with his foot, immediately attaching his lips to yours. The kiss is just as messy and heated as earlier and the two of you stumble onto Hoshi's bed.

Your back hits the soft mattress with a 'thump' and his body hovers over yours. Your shirt rides up, giving Wonwoo's hands easier access to your skin. His hands however, don't immediately take advantage of it.

He pulls away from the kiss breathlessly. "Is this okay? I feel like we're moving kind of fast and I don't want to do something that you don't want to. Especially since we're drunk."

"I do," you assure him. "It's okay."

"Are you sure?" he asks.

You nod. "Yeah, we don't have to go all the way either."

He lets out a breathy laugh. "Didn't have any condoms on me anyway." he says between kisses. "Wanna be sober and take my time with you when we do that."

You feel the heat spreading across your body as he touches you. His lips are all over your skin, kissing and sucking on all your sensitive spots. You're sure he's leaving marks for everyone to see.

He grinds his hips against yours, creating the bit of friction that has you moaning under him. His fingers play with the button of your jeans before he opens them and slides them down.

He presses his thumb on your clit through your damp panties.

"Fuck," you moan at the pressure.

His fingers ghost over your sensitive area as he continues to kiss you before he dips his fingers into your underwear. His digits slide through your folds, instantly coating themselves with the sticky substance. He shudders against your skin when he feels how wet you are for him.

His thumb circles your clit slowly, progressively increasing in pace. Once he elicits the reaction he wants from you, his skillful fingers move faster. You're moaning and writhing under him as he slips his first finger inside of you.

"Oh shit," you moan out in a whisper.

He pumps his finger inside of you, eventually adding another. His fingers stretch you out nicely. Each thrust pushes into your walls, filling you up with a familiar pleasure.

Holy shit, he's good with his hands.

"Feel good?" he hums.

"So good," you whimper. "So,so good Wonu."

You can already feel your orgasm building up in your lower stomach. You whine desperately, pushing your hips into his fingers and meet his pace.

He allows you to fuck yourself on his fingers, curling them and pressing them against the sensitive spot inside of you. You cry out his name as your orgasm washes over you.

You lose control of your hips, continuing to fuck yourself on his fingers breathlessly as you ride out your high. He groans into your skin as he feels the way you tighten and throb around his digits.

Once you fully come down from your high, he pulls his fingers out and sucks on them. His cock twitches in his pants when your arousal hits his tongue.

You pull his fingers out, quickly replacing them with your mouth. You kiss him, lightly pushing his back onto the bed. Your lips leave his, moving down his neck to leave just as many marks on him that he left on you.

His cock is so hard it's poking at your inner thigh from inside of his jeans. You trail down his body before pulling his pants and underwear down to let his cock spring free.

You lick your lips at the sight. His tip is flushed red, leaking a clear substance and throbbing with need in your hand.

"Fuck," he breathes out. "You don't have to, I just– oh fuck"

He shuts up once you take his cock in your mouth. You let him hit the back of your throat before slipping it out of your mouth and spitting on it. You jerk him off a few times, properly lubricating his length before taking him in your mouth again.

You take your time, bobbing your head and allowing his length to hit the back of your throat.

For such a quiet guy, Wonwoo is surprisingly loud in bed. You can tell he's holding back even now, restraining himself from thrusting his hips into your mouth and moaning too loud.

His hands fist the bedsheets and his head tilts back into the soft sheets. You lick a long stripe on the underside of his cock before wrapping your tongue and lips around his tip.

His grip on the sheets tightens and he lets out a strained groan. You take your hand, wrapping it around the base of his cock and pump him quickly as you continue to suck on his sensitive tip.

He lets out a loud moan before he spills his loud into your mouth. His cum shoots onto your tongue, which you gladly swallow without hesitation.

"Holy shit you're incredible," he breathes out.

You climb back up, plopping down onto the bed next to him. You peck his lips quickly. "We should go back down soon."

He nods before the two of you get dressed and make your way back downstairs. The house is more packed than before, so this time you take his hand in yours and navigate through the crowd. You both stumble a bit but you eventually make it to the basement.

Wonwoo finds a spot on the couch and pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist securely.

"Are you excited for the game tomorrow?" you ask.

"Very," your boyfriend replies. "We better win too, or I'll be so mad."

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Seokmin and Seungkwan soon join the two of you. You spend the next 20 minutes engaging in very drunk and giggly conversation with the boys before you excuse yourself.

Hoshi's house is perfect for hosting because well... it's huge. You walk down the hallway leading to the bathroom. The door is slightly open, so you push it open all the way. And two your surprise, Mingyu is sitting on the floor. He's just as surprised to see you as you are.

"What are you doing in here?" you question.

He shrugs. "I got bored."

"Where's Sora?" you ask.

"Don't know," he shrugs. "Don't care."

"You should care," you reply. "She's your girlfriend." "She's a rebound," he replies, finishing what's left in his cup.

"A rebound from what?" you question.

He scoffs. "I'm not doing this right now."

He lifts himself off the floor, stumbling a bit as he does so. Although you're intoxicated, Mingyu is very clearly wasted out of his mind right now. How much has he had to drink?

"Where are you going?" you ask, blocking the door.

"Home," he replies shortly.

"Did you drive?" you question.

"Does it matter?" he retorts.

"You're drunk," you frown.

"So are you," he slurs.

"What does that have to do with anything?" You ask him.

He rolls his eyes. "Just leave me alone."

"You told me you weren't pushing me away again but that's exactly what you did," you frown. "I don't understand what I did wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong," he sighs.

"Then why are you treating me like I did?" your voice breaks.

He sighs. "It's complicated."

"Then help me to understand."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I just can't."

There a moment of silence. He's staring at you with the same unreadable expression. You refuse to break eye contact with him.

"You don't deserve this," he sighs.

"Then why won't you tell me?"

"That's not what I'm talking about."

You cock your head to the side in confusion.

"He makes you happy and you don't deserve having that be compromised or complicated," he blinks.

"What are you talking about?"

"For fuck's sake kid," he sighs. "I've been in love with you for fucking... I don't know how long. That's why I pushed you away all those years ago and why I can't be around you right now. I thought I could do the casual thing with you as a friend but then the strings started attaching themselves and they got all fucked up and tangled and I don't know how to deal with that. All I do know is that any time I'm around you, you drive me fucking crazy. I think about stuff that has never once crossed my mind when it comes to you and it fucking scares me."

Suddenly, the urge to pee is gone. You didn't know what to say. How the hell were you supposed to respond to that? You were struggling to make sense of his words. Mingyu? In love with you?

The same Kim Mingyu who couldn't even put in the effort to commit to a friends with benefits throwing out the L word? It didn't make sense and it didn't make you feel good.

When he first pushed you away, he was far too young to know what love was. And now? He fucks you, falls in love with you, and then wants nothing to do with you anymore? Your brain couldn't grasp the concept of Mingyu having those kinds of feelings for you.

"Can you say something...please?"

"I.... I have to go," you stutter.

Your legs move faster than your brain. You don't know why you're walking away, but you are. It's unlike you, and you want to blame it on the alcohol.

But truthfully, you don't know what the hell you're doing.

You make your way back down the hallway and find Wonwoo sitting on the couch where you two were not too long ago.

"Can you call an uber, I want to go home," you plead.

"Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," you say quickly before biting your bottom lip to hold back your tears. "I just feel sick all of a sudden, I think I drank too much. Can I please go home?"

"Yeah, yeah of course," he assures you. "I'll call an uber for us."

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Warm-ups the next morning were a disaster. Thankfully, the team showed up before coach and the opposing team. Nonetheless, everything went to shit.

Mingyu was the last to show up with a very bad parking job and a pair of thick rimmed sunglasses. By the time Mingyu showed up, the team had already split up. The infielders were practicing quick passes around the diamond while you hit fly balls to the outfield.

You watched in your peripheral vision as Mingyu stumbled onto the field. Your heart twists uncomfortably as the memories from last night replay in your head. Wonwoo had been waiting for a while now, considering Mingyu was the only person he could actually warm up with. You watch from a distance as Mingyu makes his way toward Wonwoo.

"Mingyu what the hell? You're pitching like shit, C'mon man," you hear Wonwoo from a distance.

"Maybe you just suck at catching," Mingyu retorts.

"I don't know what's up your ass today, but you can't play like that today," Wonwoo grits.

"Didn't realize you were coach now," Mingyu scoffs. "Just play your fucking position right and leave me alone."

"What the hell man?" Wonwoo throws off his catcher's gear and approaches Mingyu.

Oh no.

"Dude what are you doing?" Mingyu slurs. "Now you're not even gonna bother catching. Good for nothing asshole."

Impulsively, Wonwoo pushes Mingyu, causing him to stumble back. "The fuck is your problem?"

You drop your glove without a word and start making your way toward the scene. This is really fucking bad.

Unfortunately, before you can intervene, Mingyu lands a harsh blow right onto Wonwoo's face. Your boyfriend falls back with a look of hurt and shock on his face.

The action causes the rest of the team to stop what they're doing and quickly migrate toward the scene.

"Mingyu what the fuck is wrong with you?" You shout, running to your boyfriend's side.

Wonwoo assures you that he's fine. Vernon and Joshua are the first to get there after you, pushing Mingyu away from Wonwoo.

"Is he hungover?" Vernon asks.

"I think he's still drunk, actually," Joshua sighs.

"I'm fine," Mingyu mumbles, attempting to push past the boys.

"No you're not," Joshua replies. "You need to cool down and sober up. You can't play like this today."

"Y/n?!" Vernon calls.

"What?" You reply.

"Can you take Mingyu home? Josh can pitch, but Mingyu can't play today. When coach gets here, we'll tell him Mingyu wasn't feeling well." Vernon plots.

You sigh, rolling your eyes "You're gonna be okay?" you ask Wonwoo.

He nods. "I'll be fine.I'm more worries about him, something's wrong."

You place a kiss on Wonwoo's stinging cheek before delivering a glare to Mingyu. "Let's go."

Mingyu knows he fucked up. Punching his own best friend? It was extremely out of character for him and he knows that. He doesn't really know what overcame him, he just knows it had to do with you.

Everything always circles back to you when it comes to him.

You gather his things and stomp toward his car as he follows behind you sheepishly. "Give me your keys."

He tosses the keys to you. When you approach his car, your frown turns sour.

"Can't believe you actually drove like this," you mumble to yourself.

He climbs into the passenger seat of his car and you drive him in complete silence. The tension in the air is thick and uncomfortable.

On top of that, Mingyu fucking puked all over the side of the road. You were forced to pull over midway through the drive because he couldn't hold it in. Without saying a word, you help him back into the car and drive back to his place.

The idiot actually came to a game with alcohol poisoning.

You finally help him into the house where he pukes again twice more in the bathroom. It's actually kind of hard seeing him like this. As long as you've known him he's never been so.... pathetic.

You fear this is all your own fault.

You help him into bed before going downstairs. You return with a cup of coffee, a bottle of painkillers, and a water bottle. You place the bottles on the nightstand next to him.

"You ran away last night," his voice fills your ears. "Why did you do that?"

"You did the same thing to me," you hand him the coffee. "Twice."

"Yeah but you're not me," he sits up. "You're better than I am."

"I don't know what you expected me to say," you sigh.

"I don't really know what I was expecting you to say either," he leans his head back against the headboard. "I figured–"

"–Let's talk about this once you've sobered up, yeah?" you cut him off.

The tugging at his chest hurts more now than ever. The look on your face hurts him. He can see the pain and disgust written all over your face and it's making him sick to his stomach all over again.

"Are you gonna be okay by yourself?" you ask, making your way toward the door.

He lets out a pitiful laugh. "I'm always by myself. I've been doing just fine haven't I?"

You don't respond, it hurts too much. You simply close the door behind you and walk yourself out. Thankfully, Wonwoo spent the night last night, so he ended up taking you to the game. You thought about driving your own car, but truthfully, you didn't want to go back right now.

There was too much on your mind at the moment, so you settled at home.

Everything was fucked.

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GLIDE

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Trope: Friends to Potential Lovers

Characters:

Reader (nickname: Bambi)

Bucky Barnes

Avengers (mentioned)

Friday

SUMMARY: You and Bucky are left alone in the tower and you got bored being put in the side line.

Tag/Warning: Swear words, a little bit of angst(?), comfort fluff, not Beta'd (I don't know how to Tag/Warning sorry)

Author's Note: It's my first time writing a fanfiction and I wanted to give it a go. So if ever I miss something or there's something wrong please let me know. Enjoy reading!

AN2: Originally this was one of the exercises given to me by my instructor in my class in Creative Writing/Non-Fiction where we write about a situation with our crush - Well, my crush is Bucky, so I wrote about him. (Bucky is not only my crush but my loml)

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The shade of the sunlight bounces back to the cold ground as I walk barefoot toward the Avengers Common Room. It's late afternoon and the sun is slowly setting, I don't know if it's really just the amazing architecture of this tower or it's just simply the climate change working its way to healing itself but it's still hot in here, and somehow it sits well with how the tiled floor of the compound feels cold. It just reminds me of the comfort exuded by the cuddle of someone as we lay to each other during movie night.

    

Bucky and I can be called friends, he's the first person who didn't feel repulsed after I introduced myself— well maybe he's worried, I mean I don't blame him since my powers are kinda weird to think of. Being able to jump out of nowhere, or control something mundane, I would be afraid of myself if I don't know who I am. I have tons of issues—Well who doesn't have any anyway. He's warry but after 2 months of chatting, continuously pestering the living out of him. I knew I would grow on him and he will warm up. After all, I use a special trick on him, Food.

No one in their right mind will refuse the delicacy of something made by me.

"Agent Bambi, the ETA for the team's arrival is 21:00"

    I almost trip to the sound of Friday's echoing voice as she announced an update about the arrival of the team. They've gone to one of Hydra's underground facilities to check if something is up since scans show that frequent movements are happening right there. I wanted to go there too but Tony put me on the bench since I got injured last mission.

I got scrap... but Tony and Steve being the Mother Goose they are told me to lay it off and take a rest- and accompany Bucky since he got it bad last time. Seeing the bloody chair where he was put, is not a great thing to see and not a great way to deliver someone into a trip to memory lane.

I lean into the large island counter, pondering what might just come out of the AI's mouth - If Friday even has a mouth. "Come again, Fri?"

"The team's ETA is 21:00 as of the moment, boss says they'll take a detour to prevent any retrace of location."

It makes sense that they will take a detour since I heard from Nat 5 hours ago that movements are happening, well it's not Hydra if they did not take passion into their glorified motto "Cut one head, two will grow" a bunch of sh*ts.

    I stretched my arms before I answer, "Okii, tell Bucky that too, and keep me posted. Thank you, Fri"

"No problem, Agent Bambi"

    I spot a half-eaten banana laying at the top of the counter, I forgot I'm eating a banana when I rush to the lobby when they call to remind me that I have a package downstairs. I picked it up planning to continue eating it.

Seeing no one would judge me anyway after all I'm alone right now since Buck-buck is holding himself hostage in his room. Then I remember the remaining banana in the fridge — maybe I can whip something from the ingredients right here. As I scavenge the fridge to look for the freaking banana, I  see it, a banana so over-ripe, only 1 great thing can come out. Rushing feeling of great success like I just finished an experiment and won a Nobel Peace Prize for the thought that slide into my mind, feeling like there was a light bulb on top of it. I yelled out of nowhere

"Banana Bread!"

    This just fucking hit all my dilemmas right now, I forgot to write the report Steve has been nagging me to continue, I'm bored, I'm hungry and Buck's doing his own me time. With this precious banana bread, I can coax Steve from his lengthy speech of self-responsibility in finishing that mission report, this banana bread will ease my boredom, will make my belly happy, and last but not least help lighten the gnawing feeling that's been looming in Bucky's Room.

    One thing I know, food solves everything.

"Friday, can you please play some music? Thank you!"

"Playing Speak Now (Taylor's Version) Album"

    As I prepare the ingredients and the tools I will need while dancing to the tunes of the music being played. Something came up to my mind, this will be great if I add chocolate chips and if I partnered it with Hot or Cold Choco. While I'm cracking the egg in the bowl in front of me, I turn to open the fridge and get milk for the choco drink when I turned back I notice that messes starting to come to the counter.

I sidestep to look for the paper towel to wipe the counter since it's not comfortable working if there are a lot of things going on, I didn't notice the puddle that I have created, with a wrong twist of my feet I accidentally slide my life into it. Expecting an abrupt landing of my bum on the floor I close my eyes to prepare myself as I look for something to hold on to, getting the bowl with me as I land.

    But it didn't happen, all I hear is the sound of the utensils that fell into the floor and the feeling of a mixture of cold and warm arms holding my back as it catch me.

"I got you, sweets."

    I open my eyes and look at the face on my side, I saw his grinning smile slowly creeping its way to his lips.

"Didn't know that Tony will be right when he says I need to keep my eyes on you, look at that honey; you've made a mess."

    Telling me without breaking eye contact, "Just want to eat something"

"Your shadows didn't tell you that you have a puddle behind you?" I stand up straight as he helps me steady myself. Before I even move he grab a few towels and clean my hands off, patted my head, and get the bowls and utensils that have fallen.

"They've gone haywire, think the day about to come." I turn to the closet to get the broom and the mop to clean the mess I made. Bucky took it from me, "Sit right there, let me help you before we do what your doing, sweets."

    I'm still standing, confuse why he start to clean up, arrange the things I'll need to make banana bread,d and how he managed to go right here in the moment where I embarrassingly did something un-comprehensively stupid. I'm still observing him when our eyes met again and he look straight into me, playfully giving me his scolding eyes for not adhering to what he said to sit as he clean up.

    "Thank you, Buck" I whisper under my breath as I watch him stack the washed tools on the countertop and get the remaining ingredients.

    "It's nothing sweets, so what's our agenda for today?"

    "Let's make some Banana Bread and Choco drink, you hungry Buckaroo?" I round to the counter setting the bowl in front of me as I take the dry ingredients in front of me.

    "Starving to death"  he gave me a playful push as he chuckle a little bit. "I assigned you to mix wet ingredients right here, O' Sir Buckbee"

    "As you wish, sweetie" He looks into my eyes before he begins.

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AN3: Feedback is greatly appreciated, Thank you I dunno if it's too much or enough, so I kinda cut it off. Tell me if part 2 is needed. Thank you, again.

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 11 / moral support ☆

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warning(s): profanity, definitely typos (i rushed 😍)

It was friday afternoon and yn had just woken up to the constant ringing of her phone. grumbling at the noise, she slowly rolled to the side of her bed where her bedside stood and answered the call– 

“yn, where are you?

“home. I just woke up, why are you calling me?”

It was her brother, tetsurou, and by the sound of his tone, he was not happy. after mori informed him of his sister's absences from school yesterday, he began to realize just how much he saw yn around campus by her not being on campus.

normally, before their first class, tetsu would walk pass yn buying an energy drink at the vending machine near his biomedical research class (in which he would push yn out of the way, grab the drink from the opening, and make a run for it) or how after chemistry, yn would be the last one to walk out of class because she rambled to her teacher about god knows what, but tetsurou would also be the last to exit due to falling asleep to mrs. liam's monotone voice and repetitive lessons, allowing him to see yn from across the building he was in.

“did you skip all of your morning classes? what’s going on with you? are you actually missing class because of what happened on friday?”

“tetsu, i’m not failing anything. all my teachers are fine with it as long as I still turn in my assignments. everything is fine, don’t worry about it.”

“but I can’t just not worry about it, yn,” a lot of rustling was heard on the other side of the phone. assumingly, tetsurou was making his way to the gym for volleyball practice since this time, mori made sure to schedule the volleyball team for its usage. “look, I love you, and I don’t want to push you, but as your older brother, I will push you off a cliff if I know you won’t die from it–”

“what.”

“In other words, you need to talk to kozume. like now, or today, or just not wait until I graduate to clear things up–”

“I know, I know…I will…”

“because know it or not, he’s literally miserable from not seeing you. I walk into volleyball practice and his mind is elsewhere. he literally missed the ball three times yesterday! three! I’m about to bench him if you don’t fix this. his career is on you, kuroo!”

yn let out a laugh from her brother’s exaggeration, “alright, alright! I get it. I’ll…stop by his dorm after my art block tonight.”

“promise?”

“yes, captain. I promise.”

“good, good. thank you. now if you will excuse me,” tetsurou opened the doors of the gymnasium, preparing himself for another three hours of secondhand embarrassment from the team’s designated setter, kozume. “I have to deal with the consequences of your actions.”

yn spent the rest of the day until her usual art blocks at 7 thinking of what to say to kozume to try and mend the awkward tension she felt whenever his name was even mentioned in any conversation— that and crying to cheese about how much she hated being an adult.

"cheese, you are such a good listener," yn mumbled. she lay on the floor of her bedroom, watching as the rodent sniffed the sliced pieces of cherry tomatoes that had been cut into small pieces beforehand. "I'm gonna bring you with me to talk to kozu for moral support, okay?" a moment of silence where cheese walked over to the girl and booped his nose to the side of her cheek was taken as a yes and yn grinned in contentment. "okay it's decided then. I feel much better about this already."

hours passed and soon it was time for class. and then a few more hours made their way out the door, signaling the end of painting.

mori, who had sculpting in the neighboring room, peeked his head into the class, spotting his friend. "yn! I'm really craving steamed salmon, we should go to that one restaurant on the main road!"

"aw what, I would love to," yn chimed, packing up her things in such a slow manner that even the professor noticed. "but I have something I have to do."

"ms. kuroo, I also have something to do so could you stop stalling and clean up. I know it doesn't take long to gather all your brushes." mr. alec peered through his glasses, his hip leaning on his desk as he watched his oh-so-ambiguous student.

yn awkwardly laughed his warning off with a wave of his hand, "ahaha so silly, mr. alec. what's a busybody like you doing on this very fine friday evening? a date perhaps?"

"more like a friendly hangout with an old friend from grade school,"

"doesn't seem like that to me," mori giggled, eyeing the attire of the art teacher. "you seem pretty dressed up. are those new glasses?"

before mr. alec could form a remark, rin strode into the room, carrying a small camera which he used to zoom into the faces of the three other individuals present. "woah, looking clean mr."

"alright, alright. no paparazzi," mr. alec groaned, ushering the kids out once he noticed yn slinging her bag over her shoulder. "have a safe night you rowby bunch, make good choices!"

"we'll try!" the tree unanimously sang.

"so whats so important that you have to turn down steamed salmon?" mori questioned.

the three walked through the halls, making their way to their bikes which were chained up in front of the building. "you're not coming to eat dinner with us?" rin pushed further.

yn shook her head, eyes glued to her shoes. "nah, I'm gonna talk to kozu. tetsu called and told me he would push me off a cliff if I didn't or something."

the two choked up a laugh at the statement, muttering how much they loved the siblings' interactions. "hey, I'm proud of you though. I know it's like weird and all but at least kozume would be better prepared next time we decide to go out as a big group again."

"rin shut up." yn playfully rolled her eyes, pushing the boy's shoulder.

finally standing in front of their bikes, the three said their goodbyes before separating.

peddling back to the flower shop, yn quickly freshened up and grabbed cheese before making her way back onto her bike and finally building up the courage to face the oblivious blonde.

kozume on the other hand was in the middle of making dinner when he heard the familiar ping that signaled someone outside his dorm room. putting the kitchen knife down, he, along with ginger who trudged beside him, made their way to the door. upon looking through the peephole, the recognizable doe eyes also looking through the hole made him let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

quietly opening the door, he was met with yn who awkwardly stood with cheese on her shoulder. "hey kozu."

"hi yn."

part 10 hi cheese <- | masterlist | -> part 12 how cute

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Reader ==> Move Into Benny's

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Chapter Summary: You stop squatting in Mike's basement and start squatting somewhere else.

Tags: themes of homelessness, no canon characters appear

A/N: Short filler installment just to give context for future chapters.

Reader ==> Move into Benny’s

There shouldn’t be any power in the old diner and yet the lights and water worked. There was no heating or a/c, but homeless beggars couldn’t be homeless choosers. It would be a good enough temporary stay until you could figure out how to get a job and find another place to live.

The Hopper’s cabin had been the first suggestion offered by Mike, but that was quick to be shot down. There had been a large hole ripped out of the roof and there was no way to comfortably live there. Not that Benny’s was comfortable, but it was better than nothing. There was at least a kitchen, and it was clear that this place was already being used as a place to party by sports teams.

It smelled bad, like stale alcohol, parties, and teenage hangovers. It’d be safe for the weekdays at least, you assumed that any parties here would be on Friday and Saturday nights. So from Sunday afternoon to Friday morning this was going to be your new home for a while.

School started for the kids three days ago, and you had spent those three days cleaning up old beer cans and trash in the diner, cleaning the toilet, and setting up an old futon that you refused to think about what had happened on it during these wild underage parties. You made a mental note to strip the sheets every time you left to squat somewhere else.

The price of rent here was cleaning up after whatever team was going to trash the place over the weekend, which seemed more reasonable than what you had been paying for your own place before you’d shown up here.

The first few nights at Benny’s were rough. It smelled bad, and was too warm, and too creepy. It was the second night that you remembered that Benny was a real person and who had been brutally killed in this very diner.

No one would know how hard you cried that night, or any night after.

But if you were going to be living in a dead man's abandoned diner, you would at least try and treat it with more respect than the Basketball team. The kitchen didn’t really work, but you could at least hide some dry goods away where no one would find them. The party had managed to sneak you some of their families cleaning supplies, but overall you were on your own making the place habitable.

You wish.

The fryers didn’t work, and neither did the shake machine that you had spent an afternoon cleaning out because of the smell. Even if they did work, you weren’t too keen on putting them to the test. That didn’t stop you from craving the comfort food that an old fashioned diner like this would provide.

Some nights, when the stress became too much and you couldn’t sleep, you pretended that Benny’s was still in business. You’d go to one of the booths and look over the menu and just try and keep calm. Sometimes you found yourself having imaginary conversations with an imaginary waitress, or imagining what other patrons would be like sitting here.

Without the distraction of the internet or tv or even books things got boring very quickly.

After the last bag of trash was hauled off to some other business’s dumpster in the middle of the night, you were left with not much else to do.

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[harlowcomehome]

Hi! I hope you're doing well!!! I don't know if you're taking requests or not (if not, I'm so sorry for bothering you), but I was wondering if you could do one where reader has been stressed out helping Jack on tour and because of that she hasn't really been taking the best care of herself (like she hasn't really eaten or slept) and she like suddenly collapses which really worries Jack? Thank you!!! Also, I really love your writing!!!

“I know you love me”

A/N: I hope you’re doing well too! This was so fun to write! Thank you!

You and Jack had been dating a little over a year now, you luckily got to experience the entire album writing and creative process. The both of you had grown incredibly close over that time. Jack liked that you never questioned his lyrics and instead took them as stories he just hadn’t told you yet.

You met Jack while you were working for a magazine, you were always a creative person but you felt like a lot of your abilities got held back at work. Jack hated seeing you so upset and sad about that. Jack loved to fix things especially for people he loved so when he had an opportunity to help ease you that’s what he did.

When Jack planned to go on tour he knew he wanted you to be in charge of all the creative developments. He offered you a job as soon as he could. You’d get paid by the label so it wasnt like he’d technically be your boss so you saw no issue with it, and you quit your magazine job as soon as you could.

One thing Jack was confident about was that you were a workaholic, thats part of what you two would bond over so often. However, he had never seen you completely consumed by your job.

Working towards starting a tour has a lot of moving parts, of course. You worked on promotion, advertising, billboards, you also were in charge of set design and you honestly just felt overwhelmed. You’d never admit it but you were stressed. You had a lot of help from Jacks team but you were wearing yourself down daily by trying to be ahead of schedule. Your biggest worry was disappointing Jack, you knew he was usually an understanding person but when it came to work he was hyper focused and you didn’t want to interfere with that or add any unnecessary stress to his life.

It was a Friday afternoon and you were going over details of the tour with Jack. You could hardly keep your eyes open, and you couldn’t even remember when the last time you got sleep was. Jack was starting to notice a change in you. He stared at you as your rubbed your eyes. “You ok babe?” He looked up at you worried. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You didnt mean to be grumpy with him but you were annoyed at the question. “Woah tiger, calm down” Jack joked and nudged you playfully. You softened at that “I’m sorry babe, I’ve been staying up late trying to make sure everything is ready for tour” you mumbled. “I know, I usually wake up and you’re already up and ready for the day” he kissed your cheek “ you don’t have to work so hard, thats why we have a team to help out.” “I just want things to be perfect” you assured him and he smiled before he went back to rehearsals.

Later that day you were talking to Neelam about the changes you had made to some of the venue scheduling, and you stood up to speak to her. You stumbled a little as you walked over to her and she noticed right away, she ran over to stabilize you. “You okay Y/N?” You gulped but your throat was so dry it was hard to even swallow your spit. You realized in that moment that you were sweating and before you could respond everything went black.

All you could remember was waking up with Jack and Neelam surrounding you. You could hear Urbans voice asking Jack what he needed him to do but you couldn’t even form words. You felt completely lifeless, laying there, your eyes were hardly open but you could still see. “Baby, babe, baby” Jack just kept repeating as he shook your limp body, his blue eyes were wide and concerned. You moaned a little in response but you couldn’t find words. You knew your head hurt and you felt like all the blood in your body had been drained.

“Did you eat today?” Neelam asked you, her voice was panicked. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak but you also couldn’t even remember if you did or not, you’d assume no since the situation you were in. You shrugged and thats when Jack thought over the day. “We didn’t have a lunch break today” he whispered to Urban and motioned for him to go grab something. “Isn’t she hypoglycemic?” Neelam whispered to Jack and he nodded.

Urban came running back into the room with a few random things “ we don’t have much here but we can order food” you realized Urban sounded worried too. “Mmm fine” you mumbled. Jack picked you up and put you on the couch. “Can you try and eat this for me?” He tried to feed you a sting cheese and you took small bites. “Can you bring me a soda?” Jack asked Neelam and she came over in a hurry. You took a few sips and eventually you started to look and feel more lively. You were embarrassed, this had never happened to you before. Jack hadn’t left your side the entire time, his hands were shaky as he held on to you. His face was even paler than normal and you couldn’t help but feel bad about what just happened.

When he realized you were starting to look more alive he looked over “you scared the absolute shit out of me baby” he grabbed you and cuddled into you. “Sorry, I don’t know what happened” you rubbed the back of your head, you could feel a knot forming under your hair. “ I do” Urban interrupted. Jack nodded at him before looking back over at you “We notice you not sleeping, working all hours, and apparently not eating” he sounded stressed out and that was the last thing you wanted. “I just want you to know I love you” your voice cracked and Urban took that as his hint to leave.

You realized it was only you and Jack in the room now. “You wanted me to know you love me?” He repeated you and looked over at you with a sad look on his face. “I know you love me, you don’t have to overwork yourself to prove it to me.” You just sighed “I just know how much this tour means to you Jack.”

“You and your well being means more to me” he kissed your forehead. “If you’re overwhelmed just talk to me, you know you can always talk to me right?”

“You really think I don’t know how much you love me? You quit your job to support me, you’re constantly hyping me up, you never hold back if you think something isn’t working for me…” Jack smiled as he listed things off and it made you emotional to see.

You nodded and gave him a long lasting kiss. “Can we call it an early day and take a nap?”

Jack laughed at that “yeah but you need to eat first, you scared the shit out of me for real.”

You giggled “so you’ve said.”

“I love you” Jack hummed as he kissed you.

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KATE BISHOP x READER

JEALOUSY

A/N: HELLO HELLO HELLO! How are you guys? I hope you're having a good day/afternoon/night!

Here's a bit longer chapter to make up my absence these weeks! ❤️

As always let me know what you think! 🤓❤️

Sending so so much love ❤️

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Summary: Y/N and Kate are on a mission, but the archer is not so fond of a particular part of their plan. Her jealousy leads them to confess their feelings and smut ensues.

Warnings: smut.

Word count: 15103 words.

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Y/N was in the middle of drinking some needed water after her intense workout when a body suddenly crushed onto her back, making her stumble a little and spilling water on herself. "Oh c’mon!"

"Hello to you too Y/N/N. I missed you too." The black haired girl giggled softly as she got back on her feet after disentangling her legs she previously circled around the Y/H/C girl’s waist to prevent herself to fall on the ground and watched as Y/N hastily tried to dry her sport bra and stomach from the water that spilled out of her bottle of water when she crashed into her body.

"Kamala I love you, but next time warn me."

"It wouldn’t be a surprise then Y/N." A deep Russian accent reached her ears and the two girls turned around to watch Yelena enter the gym, followed by America and Kate.

"I hate surprises." Y/N sighed out as she gave up in trying to dry up her sport bra and threw her towel on the bench beside her.

"We know." Kamala, Yelena, Kate and America spoke up at the same time with sly smirks on their faces before throwing themselves at Y/N and hugging her tightly.

"Hm, I missed you girls so much this past few weeks."

"How was the mission?" Kamala asked excitedly after they pulled away from the hug, the four of them starting their journey towards Y/N’s room where they will spend their weekly Thursday night with pizza and games.

"Boring for the most part. But let me tell you Leo taught me how to control electronic things with just a phone. It was hilarious watching Jemma and Daisy go crazy with the coffee machine and the oven."

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"Miss Y/L/N, Coulson requested your presence in the conference room in 10 minutes."

"Okay, I’ll be there. Thank you Friday." Y/N answered as she finished typing away a few things on her laptop, before the IA spoke again.

"He also requested Miss Bishop’s presence."

Kate looked up from the TV and stopped her game to stare up at the ceiling like she actually could spot the bodiless voice, "mine too?"

"Correct Miss Bishop. Miss Khan, Miss Belova and Miss Chavez are already there."

The two best friends stared at one another in confusion before shrugging their shoulders and sitting up, closing their devices and walking out of Y/N’s room towards the elevator. "What do you think this is about?"

"I don’t know, maybe some team briefing? Coulson likes to show us things on the new sophisticated board Fitz built for him." Y/N chuckled at her own response alongside the blue eyed girl, who nodded in agreement.

"Ah girls, you’re here. Let’s start." Coulson tapped on the board in front of him and a few secretive files of a drug and illegal weapons dealer appeared on the screen, alongside with an art collector and a fugitive criminal, "Y/N I know you got back from your mission in Florence just a week ago, but we finally have a lead on this case Daisy is working on for months now."

"Really? She made it?" Y/N asked in amazement as a lot of details regarding those criminals, their actual positions, bank accounts and a few more informations appeared on the screen, amazed that Daisy did all of that all by herself and actually found a solid lead after she complained during their mission she had been stuck for a few weeks.

"Yes, she is now in Portland with Simmons delivering everything you brought from Florence to our research department. So I want you guys to take part on this operation."

"What are we gonna do?" Yelena spoke first, her work tone on as she eyed as much details as she could.

"We know these criminals are going to meet in Amsterdam in three days. They are going to sort out their plan to start collaborating on selling illegal stuff. Each one of them has four bodyguards alongside them, that’s why we need you guys there, and a security team watching over the vault the meeting is gonna take place in."

"Okay, how do we get there? I’m sure they will have a security system that will be impossible to bypass without the right equipment." Kate butted in, zooming in on the vault and examining the picture closely, her knowledge about all that stuff thanks to Bishop Security.

"You’re right. You can’t get in without 4 magnetic cards that has to be inserted in the lock at the same time."

"Dramatic." Yelena commented as she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes, causing Kamala and America to snort in agreement.

"So how do we duplicate them?" Kamala asked curiosity, furrowing her eyebrows in question.

"We can’t. They were build uniquely for that lock and they can’t be duplicated, so we need to steal them, well- you will. These criminals chose 4 girls to give them these cards and to protect them until their meeting."

"Why I think this is the easy part?" America joked to lighten up the mood, watching Coulson roll his eyes good-naturedly when the four other girls giggled with frantic nods.

"You’re leaving tonight. Keep an eye on those girls and when it’s time, take those cards and stop those criminals."

The five girls nodded resolutely before walking out of the room to start packing up for their mission.

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"Uh nice. This place is huge." Yelena spoke in a deep Russian accent as she parked in front of the hotel they were staying at, eyeing the valet opening her door and smiling brightly at her, a gesture that she obviously didn’t reciprocate with the deep frown present on her face.

"Smile El, he just wants to park our car."

"I don’t trust him." Yelena murmured under her breath before sighing gently and hid her Russian accent with a great American accent as she spoke once again, her words now directed to the valet, "thank you-" she trailed off as she squinted her eyes on the name written on the name tag, "John."

"Hi! We have a reservation for Anderson." Kamala walked over the front desk and smiled politely at the receptionist as he handed them two keys. "Uhm, there should be a reservation for a master suite for 5 people."

"Oh yes, we’re sorry but that master suite was already booked. It was a mistake from our computers, but we promptly notified you through an email. In return we’re giving you two junior suites."

Kamala turned around with a puzzled expression and asked with a forced smile through her teeth, "guys, who was supposed to take care of any sort of email?"

"America." Y/N, Kate and Yelena mouthed simultaneously before speaking up together, saying America’s fake name for this mission, "Claire."

"I am truly sorry. I got caught up with work and I didn’t check my emails."

"We’re supposed to be on vacation Claire." Y/N reprimanded as she watched plain remorse on America’s face.

"It’s fine. We can still have fun with two bedrooms." Kamala quickly grabbed the keys and ushered everyone towards the elevator. "Okay, minor inconvenient but we can continue with our vacation."

To their relief the two suites were near each other, only another room separating their bedrooms. "Guys this suite has 3 master bedrooms, so we just need to decide how to split up."

They settled on just doing rock, paper, scissor. Surprisingly the game lasted only one round. Kamala, Yelena and America chose rock while Y/N and Kate chose scissor. Kamala handed Kate the key to their room and they split up, agreeing to meet in Yelena’s, Kamala’s and America’s room an hour later to start planning their next move for their mission.

"I don’t know about you, but I’m so happy to share the room with you. Kamala and America always leave the room a mess and Yelena snores so fucking loud you can hear her from another country." Y/N declared after the two of them searched around the room to be sure there weren’t any bugs or listening devices, slumping on the bed and sighing out at the comfy mattress.

"Same. Even tho Yelena’s snoring problem is getting better, I still can’t stand it. I love that girl but man, snoring might be the worst noise in the world." Kate mimicked Y/N’s gesture and laid beside her, staring up at the ceiling while soaking up in the relaxing time they have before getting to work.

"Ugh, tell me about it. So Bishop, if you snore, you’re sleeping in the hallway." Y/N teased with a sly smirk, turning her head around to point a warning finger at the archer.

"Pftt, it’s more likely that you will sleep in the lobby if you snore. Don’t test my patience Y/L/N or I’m kicking your ass in our next sparring session." Y/N snorted loudly when Kate pushed on her shoulder and scoffed indignantly. The archer poked the agent’s side a few times before crossing her hands on her stomach.

"So you’re implying you’re downplaying your combat skills while we spar?"

"Of course, so the match is more even." Kate shrugged nonchalantly as a big, smug grin took over her previous serious features.

"Oh Bishop, wait till we get back in the compound." Y/N stared at Kate with a fierce look in her Y/E/C irises, squinting her eyes menacingly at the black haired beauty and grunting under her breath.

Kate held her gaze a few more seconds before both bursted laughing and shook their heads at their playful banter. "Do you think those three already destroyed that suite?"

"Of course they did. I am surprised nothing exploded yet."

-

"Okay, our 4 targets are attending a party into a night club later tonight, so we need to go there, infiltrate, lay low for a bit before retrieving those magnetic cards without being noticed." Y/N recapped as she laid with her hands on the huge table in the middle of Yelena’s, America’s and Kamala’s room, where a few mission details and top secret files were scattered around.

"Since the place is huge, three of us need to always monitor all our exits, then someone who helps the designated one who has to distract our targets and to retrieve those magnetic cards by casually passing by them and quickly slipping each card from them." Yelena instructed some more, grabbing a few layouts of the club and crossing each exit alongside a few other things like the bathrooms and the bar.

"Okay, who will distract our targets?" America asked pertinently, typing away something on the laptop open in front of her to gather some more informations about the club they had to go later that night.

"Since no one is offering- I prepared a bucked with our names in it. Each one of us pick a piece of paper and the name that will be the most picked will distract our targets." Yelena pulled out a black bucket out of nowhere and place it gingerly on the center of the table. "C’mon, don’t be shy!"

Then each one of the girls gathered around the table picked a folded piece of paper, opened it gingerly and silently read the name written on it. "Mine says Kamala." America spoke up first, showing the name for everyone to read before waiting patiently to someone to inform who they picked.

"America." Kamala spoke up right after and mimicking America’s gesture. The brunette latina shrugged her shoulders before perching over the table to high five the black haired girl enthusiastically.

"Oh look at that, mine says Yelena." The blonde snorted in amusement as she placed the paper on the table and regarded Kate and Y/N with a questioning gaze.

"Y/N." Kate butted in quickly, then regarded Y/N with a curious look.

The Y/H/C girl sighed out loud, stared at the name written on the piece of paper a few more instants before turning it around and showing it to her teammates and best friends, "Y/N."

"Great, so Y/N you will distract our targets enough to slip those cards from them. I’ve seen you doing it a couple of times and I’m glad you’re the one doing it again because you’re the best one among us."

"Thanks." Y/N smiled sheepishly at the Russian blonde and watched her nod in acknowledgement before looking over her notes about the mission.

"I will start a more accurate research about our targets at the club. We need as much informations as possible."

"Okay, we will cover the second part of the plan that will take place at 3 in the morning." Kate nodded at Yelena as she helped America find the layouts of the building the meeting was going to take place in to be prepared for everything tonight.

-

"Look at you Y/L/N." Y/N jumped a bit in surprise at the sudden voice appearing behind her, too focused on adjusting her white tee in the mirror to notice Yelena entering the living room. She just got ready for their busy night and as soon as she was done, she walked back into her teammates’ room to hurry them up, America opening the door and rushing away to go put her shoes on. Y/N got herself busy by tidying the table up and hide everything they had for their mission to prevent anyone from the hotel look at the secret files, before walking towards the mirror hung on the wall and fixing up her appearance, consisting in black, ripped jeans, white t-shirt, combat boots and a leather jacket.

"Hey El. You look good." Y/N took in the oversized blue jeans and the crop top the Russian had on, her blonde hair styled in a messy updo and her makeup simple but bold enough to highlight her green eyes.

"Those targets are gonna fall to your knees tonight, damn." Yelena spoke up after she heard a soft knock on the door and walked over it to open it and let the black haired archer clad in a dark grey suit with a black t-shirt under and black combat boots, her hair flowing down her shoulders perfectly as a simple makeup adorned her wonderful features. Yelena let out a loud whistle as she took the girl in, smirking inwardly when she side-eyed Y/N and watched her almost drool at Kate’s appearance.

"What do you mean?" Y/N finally found her voice after she lost completely all her abilities to function properly when she was in the presence of the breathtaking sight that was Kate Bishop. She just hoped the archer didn’t notice her ogling at her hungrily. Little did she know the archer was too busy devouring her appearance with her eyes while imperceptibly biting on her bottom lip to realize it.

"After an accurate research, I found out these girls’ Instagram. They are just broke college students who probably needed some extra money." Yelena explained after she closed the door, happy that in that moment America and Kamala decided to join them so she won’t repeat the plan of action. "That’s why they found themselves in ‘business’ with those criminals."

"They probably don’t even know those assholes are criminals." Kate butted in pensively, leaning her shoulder on a wall and crossing her arms.

"Probably." America joined in the conversation as she sat on the chair beside the table, while Kamala took a seat on the couch on the far left of the room.

"Anyway, after stalking their Instagram accounts I found out two of them are gay and the other two are bi. They all study psychology in university, but from their followers they don’t know each other."

"Okay so? What does them being gay or bi has to do with me distracting them while I secretly take those cards from them?" Y/N asked matter of factly, not really following Yelena’s train of thoughts.

"It‘s important because it will be easier when you’ll have to seduce them." Yelena declared nonchalantly, like she didn’t just drop a bomb on Y/N, America, Kate and Kamala, all of them staring at the former Black Widow in slight shock with their eyes widened just a tad and their mouths mildly parted open.

"I’m sorry, what?"

"I know you perfected your stealing methods over the years making them excellent, but you know, just like everyone here, that if she catches you, you’re screwed. You need to have an excuse to touch them, therefore you seducing them."

"You really thought thoroughly about it." Y/N admitted in a murmured tone after a few seconds of silence, still thinking over Yelena’s explanation and not finding something to argue it with.

"Of course, we’re professional. It’s not our first time seducing someone to gain something for our mission." Yelena shrugged and eyed Y/N knowingly, both remembering their mission in Valencia a few months prior.

"Mh- it’s my first time actually." Kamala lifted her hand up sheepishly and sighed out in relief when America and Kate agreed with her right after her statement.

"Well luckily, it will be Y/N who will seduce those girls. Trust me, she is good. A few months ago we went on a mission together in Valencia. We planned at least 3 hours in a bar downtown to spot our target and find ways to seduce her to gain some informations. An hour later we walked out of that bar with more informations we initially planned. That woman spilled everything in the span of like 10 minutes as Y/N worked her magic with her mouth and fingers." Yelena recounted that funny memory as she walked towards Y/N and circled her shoulders in a side hug, laughing heartily while patting her on her clavicle.

"Okay, you made it sound so dirty. I just fondled her and kissed her a few times." Y/N shrugged her shoulders as she giggled at Yelena’s mimicking kissing sounds. Kate stayed uncharacteristically silent as America and Kamala asked more about that mission, fixating her hard stare on the wall in front of her as she clenched her jaw heavily, jealousy boiling almost derisively in her stomach as she tried to push away the images of Y/N groping some random girl.

"Kate?" The archer was pushed out of her mind when a soft hand leaned on her left shoulder and made her rip her eyes away from the wall, thinking she almost blow a hole in the white plaster from how intensely she was staring at it, and met a pair of comforting, warm Y/E/C irises.

"Mh?"

"We’re ready to go. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, totally, totally. I was just- meditating. It helps focusing on the mission." Kate patted herself on the back for making up a believable excuse for her strange behavior and smiled gently at Y/N.

Y/N grinned back at her and nodded, "do you have everything with you?"

"Yep, my collapsible bow is in my left shoe and the rest is in my purse."

"Okay, let’s go party!" Kamala enthusiastically pushed everyone out of the room before letting out a loud, excited ‘woohoo’ and making everyone else laugh and getting infected by the girl’s contagious excitement.

-

"Remember girls, we’re professionals. We stay focused on the mission. No distractions." Yelena screamed over the loud music blasting from the speakers throughout the club, her face stoic and voice serious. She trailed off a few seconds before speaking up again. "First round of shots is on me!"

Y/N chuckled at the contradictory sentence Yelena spoke after her stimulating, encouraging and cheerful speech, but followed her towards the bar counter where she already found a spot and was ordering 5 shots of vodka, America and Kamala looking a bit skeptical and unsure about the whole thing. "Hey, are you okay? You are unusually silent. You’re always so talkative during a mission."

"I’m just a bit worried. I want everything to go smoothly." Kate admitted in a strained voice, clenching on her jaw as she lied easily to the girl. She wasn’t caring about the mission at this point because all she could think about was Y/N having to seduce their targets and that she will probably has to endure all of that without intervening to avoid interfering with the mission just because she was jealous beyond herself. After they discussed about how Y/N should approach their targets, Yelena chose Kamala and America to help her keeping an eye on all of the exits, wanting to teach them how to do it properly since they were still a bit new to all of this, while Kate was the designated helper. She couldn’t say no to that, so she just gulped down her jealousy, sighed under her breath and put on a fake smile that didn’t reach her blue irises before nodding softly.

"You don’t need to worry." Y/N smiled brightly at Kate and leaned her hand on the small of her back to caress there softly in comfort, "relax and enjoy our night out. Bring that excitement back because is so cute watching you literally buzz in enthusiasm." Y/N finished her sentence by bumping their shoulders together and causing the archer to laugh gently under her breath before regarding their teammates waiting for them at the bar, not noticing in her distracted state, much to Kate’s relief, that the blue eyed girl had a scorching blush dusted over her cheeks that was triggered by the Y/H/C girl’s words.

"Okay, to this mission! Cheers!" The agents lifted their shot glasses up but before they could down them she stopped everyone mid-way to warn the two younger Avengers, "you have to down it, not sip it, okay? Otherwise you’ll have to deal with me."

Kamala and America nodded before downing the shots alongside their other teammates, a choir of coughs followed soon after when everyone except Yelena choked on the burning caused by the vodka. "Your drinking game is pathetic." Yelena signaled the bartender to fill her shot glass again and drank it a second later.

"Show off." Kate pushed Yelena on her shoulder with a fond roll of her eyes, making Yelena laugh contentedly.

"Hey, that’s our target." Kamala spoke up and forced everyone to look where she was squinting her eyes at and instantly recognized the first girl on their list.

"Y/N, you’re up. Remember, if she catches you, shove your tongue down her throat." Kate clenched hard on her jaw as jealousy boiled once again in her stomach, sending daggers towards that poor girl before watching Y/N asking for a shot of tequila and downing it in one go.

"Okay, Kate, show time." Y/N grasped the archer’s bicep gently and pushed her towards the left end of the club, finding the girl sat alone on a table and sipping on her cocktail. "El, did you use that special device?"

"Yup, here look. She has the card in her left back pocket." Yelena’s voice came from right behind her and turned around to find Yelena standing close to her and showing her the device’s screen, where an x-Ray scan of the girl detected the components of the card and highlighted it in her pocket as the screen displayed.

"You three were supposed to control our exits." Y/N told her teammates standing beside them matter-of-factly and was met with three shrugs.

"I don’t want to lose the show." Yelena admitted and smiled triumphantly when America and Kamala nodded in agreement.

"Great." Y/N grunted under her breath and approached the girl furtively and when she was close enough to the girl she stretched her hand over to try to slip the card out of the girl’s pocked but it was already a difficult task since the chair could block its passage. Just when Y/N was ready to touch the girl’s jeans back pocket, the girl turned her head hastily around and almost caught Y/N, but the girl was quick enough to make it look like she was tying up her shoes before looking up at the girl in apology and put on a crooked smile that she felt it was more a grimace than anything else. "Sorry! I almost tripped into you, these shoes are giving me hell tonight." Y/N screamed over the music to make the girl hear her. Seducing her it is, then.

"Don’t worry! Are you okay?"

"Yeah, how about you? Waiting for someone?" Y/N pointed to the empty seat beside the girl and watched her sigh out loud.

"I wish, she stood me up."

"What? Only a fool would do that. If I was her I would have never let go a beautiful girl like you." The two spend some time talking about a few things, Y/N trying to put on her best seductive face and tried to charm the girl into kissing her. "I’m sorry. It’s just that you look familiar, did we go to the same high school or something? Oh yes! I remember us making out two minutes from now."

"Oh my god!" Kamala exclaimed while Yelena exploded in loud cackles.

"This is amazing." Yelena bent over her knees as she continued laughing out loud at the amazing show she was witnessing, everybody too much occupied with staring at Y/N to notice Kate standing a few feet away clutching her phone in her hand as she sent daggers at the girl’s skull and fuming with anger and jealousy.

"Mh, cheeky aren’t we?"

"What can I say? It does not happen often to meet a cute girl in a club." Y/N shrugged with her best dashing smirk, taking a sip of her drink, winking at the girl over the rim of the glass and watching her blush furiously.

"Mh keep saying things like that and that kiss might happen earlier than expected." The girl stretched her finger over to caress Y/N chin gently before leaning over and clashing their lips together in an hard kiss. Kate had to physically detach her eyes from the scene and moved them to their friends cheering Y/N on over the blasting music. "Mh, c’mere."

"I can’t, the table is in the way." Y/N grunted out, whining in pain when the girl pulled her more into her forcefully but the rim of the table pressed on her ribcage. "Maybe we should get up, so I can properly kiss and feel you."

Y/N’s acting worked pretty well because a second later the girl sat up with a grunt and pulled her up with her, the agent happy that this torture will come to an end in the span of a few minutes now that she has a better access to the girl’s back pocket. As she pushed the girl on the wall and heard her moan greedily with her hands clutching her leather jacket, the girl opened her eyes to peek at the archer to signal her she was almost ready and to prepare herself. She watched Kate nod as she put her phone away and returned her attention to the girl now gripping her neck harshly as Y/N’s tongue invaded her mouth. "Oh YES!"

Y/N smirked inwardly when the girl mistook Y/N sneaking her hand into her back pocket to slip the card away with Y/N groping her, glad she didn’t notice the card’s absence and continued to kiss her greedily as Y/N passed the item to Kate walking by them, while her other hand stayed on the girl’s other buttcheek to not arise suspicion into the girl. After a minute or so of heavy kissing, Y/N pulled away and faked taking a call, before apologizing to the girl she had to leave. "I’m sorry, but I really need to go. It was fun."

Just when the redhead was ready to stop her from leaving, a tall blonde walked towards them and greeted the girl with an apologetic smile. "I’m sorry, I got caught up at work."

Y/N then understood she was the girl the redhead was waiting for before her arrival and smiled politely at her, leaving the two to socialize. "Nice move Y/L/N." Yelena circled her arm around the agent’s shoulders and laughed loudly, the teammates walking back to the bar to look around for their next target.

"Ugh, she was so bad at kissing." Y/N shuddered uncomfortably and downed two shots in a go.

"I’m definitely using that line in the future." America admitted with a chuckle before scanning her eyes around the room.

"Guys, right there." Kamala pointed to their next target, dancing not too far from them with a couple of friends. Yelena spurred into action, lifted their special device up to find where the brunette hid the card.

"In her blazer, right pocket." Y/N took a deep, grounding breath, before grasping Kate’s bicep - a gesture that made Kate’s stomach explode with wild butterflies - to walk them towards the girl and smiling at her gently before letting her go a few feet away from their target.

"I can see you like rock and roll music. That’s good, because I can easily rock your world."

"Oh c’mon Y/N! You can do so much better than that!" Yelena commented as Kate rolled her eyes, not really knowing what she had done to force her to endure all of this when all she wanted was to be in the girl’s Y/N was now currently making out with spot. A few minutes later Kate passed furtively past them and retrieved another card, before joining her other three teammates enjoying the show.

After Y/N walked away from their second target, they all ordered another round of shots, Kate asking for a refill since she still has to endure watching Y/N make out with other two girls.

"Top floor, look." America squinted her eyes to make sure she recognized the girl walking up the stairs of the club, then Yelena promptly identified the card before they all moved to assist Y/N hit on another girl.

"Y’know, I’ve read somewhere kissing is the language of love. So would you like to have a conversation with me?"

"Oh that was the best so far." Kamala chuckled and nodded in satisfaction, high-fiving Yelena and America when they agreed with her.

"I must admit, you’ve gotten good with pick up lines." Yelena declared after she downed another shot and patted Y/N on the shoulder.

"Please, I’ve always been good."

"I beg to differ. Remember that one time in Pittsburgh?"

"What happened?" Kamala asked curiously after the Russian groaned with a roll of her eyes at her statement.

"She approached a girl saying ‘you’re so hot my zipper is falling for you’. It was so embarrassing to watch."

"Yeah, that was a bit lame." Kamala and America agreed with grimaces on their faces, causing Y/N to roll her eyes in fond exasperation.

"Do I need to remind you that it worked?"

"Minor details."

"Whatever." Kate asked the bartender for another shot of the strongest thing he had and downed it in one go, praying all of this will end soon. She was on the verge of tears, all this jealousy, rage and sorrow bottled up was really testing her, but she won’t ever let her friends see her cry because she couldn’t get over her crush on Y/N and couldn’t act like a professional on their mission.

"Mh interesting place to hide the card." Yelena hummed as she eyed the screen before showing it to everyone around them, Kate almost fainting at what she saw. "Good luck with that."

"Oh no, fuck." Y/N batted her eyes a few times to be sure she wasn’t mistaken before sighing out dejected as she stared at the card being stashed in the front of the girl’s pants, right where her vagina was.

"Look on the bright side. You’re almost done. Good luck. Here, you will definitely need this." Yelena handed Y/N another shot, who she promptly downed before walking resolutely towards their last target.

"Hey, sorry. I’m looking for a treasure, can I look into your pants?" Y/N murmured sultrily into the girl’s ear before biting on her lobe harshly.

"Oooh!" Yelena, America and Kamala exclaimed in loud whistles at Y/N’s sentence and Kate couldn’t help but roll her eyes at their childish behavior, her eyes prickling with tears.

"Aren’t you guys supposed to check our exits? We’re leaving soon." Kate tried to use a normal and totally cool tone, but a bit of irritation could be heard in her voice. America and Kamala instantly turned around from Y/N and got into position as they eyed their exits, while Kate stared annoyed at Y/N kissing that blonde fervently before moving her eyes away when she watched her slip her hand in the front of the girl’s pants.

"Kate Bishop, jealousy does not look cool on you."

Kate turned her head around quickly towards Yelena standing beside her and eyed her with widened eyes, expecting her to be ready for their way out and not next to her, "w-what? I-I’m not."

"Stop trying to pretend you’re not. I can see it. You’ve been quiet all night, which I thought would be great but I strangely missed your squeaky voice gushing about anything."

"Listen- I- don’t tell her, okay? Please."

"Kate Bishop, you’re funny but stupid."

Kate did a double take and stared at Yelena weirdly, "what? Why?"

"Because you didn’t notice her crush on you." Yelena stated matter of factly, getting ready to move when she watched Y/N give them the signal.

"She doesn’t have a crush on me." Kate stated in a resolute, but dejected tone, sighing out sadly before starting walking towards Y/N to finish with their plan.

"Kate-" Yelena stopped the black haired archer with a hand on her arm and forced her to meet her eyes, "she likes you. Tell her. Don’t live on what ifs."

Kate stared at Yelena’s green irises a few more seconds before walking towards Y/N with the glass of water she ordered not too long ago after Yelena released her from her soft grip. "Oh my god, I’m so sorry!"

"Don’t worry. I need to leave anyway, my friend texted me. He needs a lift home." Y/N smiled politely at Kate before sending a kiss to the girl she had been making out for a few minutes and walking away, passing the card to Kate, who immediately hid it in her blazer’s sleeve, before following behind the agent while Yelena’s words echoed around her head. Does Y/N really have a crush on me?

-

"DID YOU SEE THAT? I bitch-slapped him into the wall!" Kamala yelled enthusiastically on the front seat, jumping up and down in excitement as she recalled her knocking one of the criminals down with her huge hand. America gushed alongside her in the middle of the seats to Kamala in the passenger seat and Yelena driving back to their hotel, while Kate and Y/N took the seats in the back of the van to take a moment to relax after their big fight.

"Hey Kate- you’re bleeding." Y/N noticed Kate’s wound on her chin gushing a few drops of blood and used a napkin to prevent them to fall on her jeans.

"Don’t worry. I’m okay." Kate answered dismissively, turning her head around to stare out of the window, as she fought against the tears ready to spill. It was normal after a big fight to let go of all the pent up emotions you had stashed inside due to the adrenaline pumping fast in your veins, so Kate wasn’t surprised when her eyes prickled with tears as her masochistic mind went over the events of their evening in the nightclub.

"Are you sure? Hey- please look at me. Let me inspect the wound." Y/N insisted a few times, trying to reach Kate’s face with the napkin to clean her face, but almost jumped up in fright when Kate turned her head around quickly, her eyes brimming with tears and her face completely red.

"Leave it Y/N. I said I’m fine."

Y/N went over the initial shock of the sudden outburst of the archer and focused on her broken state. "Hey-" Y/N laid a hand on the girl’s unwounded cheek, watching the girl almost pull away from the touch, but in the end sinking into her palm and sighing quietly while a single tear fell down her face, but Y/N promptly wiped it away. "What’s wrong? It’s okay, I’m here." Kate swallowed the hiccup ready to leave her throat and forced herself to calm down before smiling at Y/N in appreciation. "Wanna tell me what’s bothering you?"

Kate shook her head and closed her eyes, but when she reopened them she was met with warm eyes and gentle smile silently asking to let her help, causing the girl to relent almost immediately, "not here."

Y/N nodded and moved her hand away from Kate’s face, the archer missing instantly the warmth it was providing, before her stomach flipped over itself when Y/N entwined their hands together and didn’t pull away, not even when they parked and exited the car, appreciating the reassuring gesture.

"Guys I really want to celebrate but I physically can’t, that asshole of a guard kicked me in my side and the pain is excruciating." Y/N admitted as she limped a bit to their rooms, using Kate’s hand to stabilize herself while the archer gripped her hand comfortingly, an act that made her stomach churn with mushy feelings.

"Same, a jackass hit me with a pipe right on my spine. My back hurts so much." Kate grunted in pain as she stretched her hand over to open Y/N’s and hers bedroom door.

"We’ll celebrate tomorrow. We can stay here a few more days before going back to the compound." Yelena nodded and subtly eyed Kate, silently communicating with her to tell the girl how she felt and watched Kate thinking about it, dusting a small smile over her lips as she nodded at the archer in encouragement.

"Goodnight girls." Y/N waved at them before letting Kate walk in and following her inside.

"Ugh, I hope this suite has some ice. My ribs hurt like a bitch." Y/N limped a bit in her steps on her way to the mini fridge, almost dancing in sheer happiness when she found a bucket full of ice cubes next to a bottle of champagne.

"Did you find it?" Kate asked in a small tone, sighing out in relief when she discarded her boots and sat slowly on the couch, wincing under her breath when her back hurt slightly.

"Oh I found much more than what I was expecting." Kate could hear the smile Y/N had on her lips through her tone, imagining that beautiful grin as she stared at her back curiously. She watched her move still in her crouching position a few more seconds, a rustle of ice the only sound bouncing off the silent room’s walls, before Y/N sat up and walked over her with a bucket with a very expensive champagne tucked in in her left hand while she held two flutes in the other. "Seems like we are having that celebration after all."

"Mh, champagne after a really tough mission. Perfect." Kate hummed sarcastically, planting her fists on the couch cushions to help herself into a more comfortable sitting position and grunting in pain when her muscles asked her to stop moving too much. Y/N could hear something more into the archer’s tone, but she couldn’t exactly pinpoint it while she walked into the bathroom to take two towels into the living room to use them to put ice in.

"Wanna tell me what’s bothering you now?" Y/N spoke up after putting ice into a towel and passing it to Kate, the archer smiling at her in appreciation and whispered a soft ‘thank you’, before doing the same with her own towel and humming in satisfaction when the cold relieved a bit of her pain in her side. Then Y/N proceeded to pour champagne in the two glasses and passed one to Kate, clanking them together before taking tentative sips.

"It’s nothing."

"You had been quiet all night and almost cried in the car. I’m worried about you. You can tell me whatever is bothering you. I will try to fix it."

Kate smiled bittersweetly as her eyes moved from Y/N’s Y/E/C ones to the bucket front of her on the coffee table and watched as droplets of water started forming on its surface. "I- I-, just forget it okay?" Kate sighed out dejected and moved the ice to the other side of her lower back, to the left, "you can’t fix it."

"Well I don’t know if I can’t fix it if I don’t know what’s it about." Y/N slid slowly towards Kate and laid her free hand on her knee softly, "I can see it’s upsetting and hurting you."

"Why are you even trying to help me?"

"Because I care about you and I don’t like seeing you upset." Y/N admitted in an hard voice, desperately trying to make Kate believe how much she wanted her to smile.

"I-" Kate met Y/N’s eyes once again, now noticing how much closer they got and sighed out gently. She likes you. Tell her. Don’t live on what ifs. Yelena’s voice echoed around her mind as she recalled their conversation in the club. Don’t live on what ifs. Kate searched desperately a sign into those intoxicating Y/E/C irises, almost fainting from the intense gaze they locked Kate’s blue eyes in, as she fought in her head on what to do. She likes you. Kate moved her hand over Y/N’s one and started playing with her fingers, an habit Y/N picked up long time ago and recognized it as a nervous gesture that Kate made when she was debating on what to do, shifting her eyes from their entwined hands to Y/N’s Y/E/C hues again. Tell her. "I wasn’t completely okay with our plan tonight."

Y/N waited patiently for Kate to explain further, not pressuring her into talking, knowing she would open up when she was ready and smiled encouragingly at her. "Which part?"

"The first part in the nightclub." Kate answered shortly, gulping her glass of champagne in one go and grimacing at the bitter taste.

"Why? I mean it was pretty much improvised and Yelena, America and Kamala definitely didn’t do their job completely to entertain theirselves to watch me work my magic, but it went smoothly." Y/N reasoned, keeping the shivers at bay when she tried to delete those images out of her mind. She felt incredibly guilty for hitting on those girls - even if it was for the sake of their mission - in front of Kate. Her heart clenched in pain and longing as she desperately convinced herself she won’t ever be that lucky to use her dorky pick up lines with her or kiss her like she had been doing all night with their targets.

"Mh." Kate hummed shortly, nodding almost imperceptibly at the girl before pulling her eyes away from Y/N’s gaze and focused them on her hands playing around with the empty flute.

"We’ve been so lucky that none of our targets spotted me with another girl. Trust me it’s not a funny show."

"You seemed pretty at ease." Kate pointed out with an hard face on, her left eyebrow arching up in question while her lips curled inquisitively in a snarky grin.

Y/N snorted in amusement and drank the last gulp of champagne before placing the flute on the coffee table and focusing her attention back on the archer. "I had to or the plan wouldn’t have worked."

"From what Yelena told us in the club, you are pretty much in your element in the nightclubs, hitting on whatever girl you wanted or needed to hit on." Kate felt that overwhelming anger, that uncontrollable jealousy and that almost unbearable sorrow all mixing together in her stomach and fueling the embers already burning wildly there, alcohol adding up into the mix and making her lose her inhibitions, causing whatever that passed through her mind to leave her mouth.

"You make it sound like I enjoy it." Y/N countered back defensively, crossing her arms angrily at the accusatory tone Kate was using.

"Oh please, I saw you tonight." When Kate noticed Y/N kept staring at her blankly she added quickly, "so you’re telling me you do not enjoy hit on and make out with girls during missions?"

"No Kate."

The short answer, spoken with an offended tone, made Kate feel like shit, so she desperately stumbled over her words to try to make Y/N explain. "So I read it all wrong?"

"Yes." Y/N sighed out when the archer stared at her with a mix of disbelief and confusion, "a few years ago I would have said yes. I was single, so hook ups didn’t bother me, and getting the girls to do whatever I needed for the mission was empowering in some way, but now not so much. Things changed."

"But- wait you’re still single, right?" Kate asked almost alarmed, her heart clenching in anticipation and the archer anxiously hoped for a positive answer to her question.

"Yes, I still am. But-" Y/N sighed out loud, moving the bag of ice a bit higher and turned slightly on her side to get a better look at Kate. How the fuck do I explain to Kate that things changed because I developed a crush on her since I met her? I can’t! Unfortunately Y/N couldn’t seem to find a valid explanation without spilling her deepest secret. Those big blue eyes never left her own Y/E/C ones as she stared expectantly, patiently waiting for her to clarify her previous statement. Would it be that bad to tell her the truth? You never know if you don’t try. "But now I have feelings for someone and hitting on girls doesn’t feel right, because no one will ever be her."

"Oh." Kate then stayed silent, not really trusting her voice to not quiver as a lump formed in her throat at this new information.

"I feel like a total idiot! I mean I have all the courage in the world to hit on completely strangers, possible threats or dangerous criminals, but when it comes to tell my crush how I feel, I simply run like a coward."

"Do I know her?" Kate clenched hard on her jaw as jealousy bubbled once again in the pit of her stomach as she tried, unsuccessfully, to relax her stoic expression.

Y/N hesitated a few seconds before making up her mind, glad the alcol consumed that night started to ease her nerves and made her bolder. "Yes. I dare to say pretty well also."

"Is it Yelena?" Kate asked in shock, her brain spiraling out of control as her mind put together all the informations Y/N gave her so far and only one answer popped into her mind.

"What?! No! Yelena is a sister to me!"

Kate sighed out in relief imperceptibly, before regarding Y/N with a curious look, "then who is it?"

"Mh-" Y/N hesitated a bit, pondering on the option she had there. She was scared shitless of telling Kate the truth, not knowing how the archer would react, but then she started thinking about her reaction when she thought she liked Yelena. Maybe she likes me too. Or she likes Yelena and she was scared you would like her too. But then why was she so quiet tonight? She said she didn’t like the seducing part of the mission, but it wasn’t Yelena the designated one to seduce those girls. This is getting pointless, you will never know if she likes you too if you don’t tell her how you feel! Y/N grabbed the champagne bottle from the ice bucket and took a big gulp to give her enough liquid courage, before making up her mind to prevent it to talk herself out from confessing her true feelings towards the archer and whispered out, "you."

"I- what?" Kate was taken aback by the short answer and asked out in disbelief to be sure she didn’t imagine it, since the word was breathed out quickly and in a quiet tone.

"I said you, Kate." Y/N repeated with a firmer tone, settling the bottle on the table and staring at the archer intently. Her deep blue irises stayed glued into Y/E/C ones as realization downed on her, causing her eyes to widen in bewilderment.

"R-really?"

"Yes, you." Y/N smiled brightly at the cute lost expression on the girl, despite her insides squirming anxiously at her reaction. She hoped with all herself that the archer’s response was because she liked her back and not because she only sees her as a friend and doesn’t know how to turn her down.

"Hold on- let’s just- go back a bit. You like me?" Kate grabbed the bottle on the coffee table and mimicked Y/N’s previous action, taking a big gulp of the sparkly beverage before refocusing her attention on the Y/H/C girl staring at her with a small smile on her lips but with anticipation adorning her eyes. Shit, say it back you idiot. "Fuck."

"It’s okay. I got it. You’re too nice to reject me. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you in any way."

"Are you kidding me?" Kate asked incredulously, not really believing Y/N for thinking she doesn’t feel the same and cursing herself in her mind for not confessing her feelings right away. "I like you too you idiot!"

"Jeez, thanks." Y/N quipped as her mind short-circuited at the confession, gripping the couch cushions hard as she tried to stop the room from spinning so quickly.

"I’m sorry, it came out harshly. But first you make me believe you have a crush on Yelena and then you think I was trying to turn you down."

"I’m sorry."

Kate sighed out and looked down at her wringing hands, "so-"

"That’s why you were so quiet tonight?"

"Yes. I was jealous. I couldn’t stand watch you hit on those girls and then make out with them."

Y/N’s smirk was a mix of smugness and sweetness at the archer’s admission, "to be fair, it wasn’t easy for me either. All I wanted to do was to walk up to you and kiss you."

"It was all I could think about." Kate breathed out dreamily, a sudden shiver skidding down her spine when images of the agent kissing those girls came back into her mind. "It was a torture."

"Like I said, it wasn’t easy for me either. None of them was a good kisser, I went through with the plan thinking about kissing you instead of those girls."

That was what made Kate react, throwing the last ounce of willpower she had out of the window and act on her deepest desire. She actually growled under her breath before sliding closer to Y/N and grasping her neck hard to clash their lips together in a passionate kiss. They both sighed out in pure bliss when their mouths collided and danced over each other slowly, both savoring the other’s taste as the initial shock faded away and their yearning kicked in. "Wow."

"Wow indeed." Kate whispered contentedly on the girl’s lips and smiled giddily when Y/N nuzzled her nose cutely. "Just to be sure, this is really happening right? I’m not imagining anything, am I?"

Y/N snorted under her breath and smiled warmly at the adorable archer, pecking her lips quickly before answering her question, "no Kate, this is real."

"Good." Kate declared before joining their mouths together again, this time sliding her tongue over the seam of Y/N’s lips to ask for entrance, whining softly when the girl granted her access a second later and their tongues met instantly in a sensual dance. Both took their time to explore every nook and cranny of the other’s mouth, pushing more into each other as they grasped their clothes desperately each time a particular swipe of their tongue hit something deep within them, their towels filled with ice completely forgot on the couch cushions.

"Shit Kate. You are making me dizzy." Y/N admitted out of breath when they pulled away a few minutes later with their lungs burning from lack of air.

"Mh, did those girl make you feel like this?" Kate whispered in Y/N’s ear, before taking her lobe into her mouth and bit on it gently, before releasing it with a soft pop and descending her lips down the girl’s jaw, nibbling on the skin there teasingly.

"No." Y/N moaned out as her left hand clasped her neck to keep her in place while the right one slipped into her black tresses.

"I need to kiss those girls’ taste out of your mouth." After pulling away from the girl’s jaw, Kate hovered her lips over Y/N’s ones and whispered those words hotly on her mouth before emphasizing them by slipping her tongue past her lips and invaded the girl’s mouth possessively, pulling a low whine from Y/N’s throat. "You are mine." Kate pulled away enough to grumble out before diving right back in and meeting Y/N’s tongue halfway in a steamy kiss. "No one is allowed to kiss you but me."

"Yes Kate. Fuck. Only you." Y/N murmured between kisses, wailing gently on Kate’s lips when the archer groped her boob harshly through her shirt and pushed her tongue into her mouth greedily.

"Take me. I want to be completely yours." Kate whispered lovingly on Y/N’s lips when they definitely pulled away to take some needed breath.

"You already were Kate and I was already yours. We were just two idiots too scared to confess their feelings to the other." Y/N smiled at Kate then pecked her lips and sat up, looking down at the black haired beauty staring up at her in confusion when she stared at her for a few seconds without saying a word. "I just wanted to tell you that you look great right now! Do you know what else would look good on you? Me."

Kate felt a gush of wetness leave her core and drip in her panties as a fire burned deep within her. "Are you hitting on me miss Y/L/N?"

"It depends." Y/N helped Kate up when she took her extended hand she had put out for Kate to take and smiled slyly at her.

"On what?" Kate whispered on Y/N’s mouth as she leaned on her body gently, her free hand laid on her chest to perch herself up, before licking her upper lip teasingly, watching the girl visibly shudder and grinned smugly at the wanted response.

"It depends on if it will lead us fucking on that amazing kingsize bed." Y/N stated boldly, biting her bottom lip seductively while she put on her best sex eyes she could muster, watching a lustful expression unfold on the archer’s face while her deep blue eyes darkened in mere seconds and a small blush dusted over her cheekbones and neck.

"I-hm-" Kate cleared her throat to get rid of the sudden lump that formed there, before taking a deep breath to force herself to flirt back, "you need to work really hard then. You need to up your pick up lines game if you want to get into my pants."

Y/N almost fainted right then and there when Kate put a teasing, innocent smile on her lips while grabbing Y/N’s left hand, the one not entwined with hers, and laid it on her clothed crotch. "Fuck."

"Hm, I hope we will soon." Kate murmured on Y/N’s lips before clashing their lips forcefully and pushed her to walk them towards their bedroom. As they kissed hungrily, they both got rid of Y/N’s leather jacket and Kate’s blazer, hissing in pain when their haphazardly movements caused their injuries to hurt a bit, as they stumbled throughout the suite groping and feeling each other up as much as they could.

"Is that a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them." Y/N whispered seductively on Kate’s skin as she peppered her neck with open-mouthed kisses and love bites and teased Kate’s pants’ button with her fingers.

"Nice one, but you’re still far from getting there." Kate snorted and pushed on Y/N’s chest, making the girl fall on the bed.

"Your clothes look so uncomfortable, can I help you take them off?" Y/N looked up and into Kate’s eyes with a big smirk, placing her hands behind herself on the mattress so she could lay back on them.

Kate merely stared at Y/N in silence before lifting her black t-shirt up, getting rid of her bra in the process, and discarding them on the floor beside her feet. "Your turn."

Y/N stared transfixed on Kate’s round breasts, her eyes taking in those two nipples standing up at her attention and licking her lips in anticipation. Only when she felt Kate straddle her thighs and those two mounds were inches away from her face she got out of her daydreaming and moaned lewdly out loud, "you’re so fucking hot Kate."

Kate wrapped her lips around Y/N’s ones in a sensual, slow kiss while her hands grasped the hem of the Y/E/C girl’s white shirt and lifted the garment up and off the girl, before focusing on her bra and throwing it on the floor to join their clothes already pooled there. "Fuck." Kate murmured when they pulled away and her eyes immediately fell on Y/N’s chest, shivering wildly when Y/N laid a hand on her back and forced their boobs to brush together.

"Hey remind me, what was your favorite thing to eat in bed? Me right?"

"You’re getting better." Kate hummed before letting out a strangled moan when Y/N took her left nipple into her mouth and sucked on it harshly.

Kate hands grasped Y/N’s scalp to push her more into her chest and whined again when the agent’s hands grasped her ass hard lustfully, "hm and I think you’re getting wetter."

Kate opened her eyes at those words whispered on her chest when her center clenched hard on nothing and her body got wracked by hard shivers. "Off." Kate pushed Y/N once again on her chest, pulling her away from her chest and making her fall on the matters with a soft thud, before sitting up and harshly taking her pants and panties off, then doing the same with Y/N’s jeans and boy shorts too, wailing under her breath at how sexy Y/N looked with them on before moaning aloud when she noticed they were purple.

"You are the most breathtaking view I’ve ever witnessed." Y/N spoke up with her voice full of affection and honesty and Kate had never felt so safe and loved by anyone ever before. Y/N eyes raked over her body with a thoroughly and meticulous sweet gaze while her teeth sank on her bottom lip lustfully meanwhile Kate took her time to admire the goddess that was Y/N, completely naked and spread out on the bed with her arousal clear as it dropped on the sheets.

"And you are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever met and ever will meet." Kate sauntered slowly towards Y/N before crawling over Y/N’s body in a seductive way and then laying down on her and letting the amazing sensation triggered by their skin rubbing together sink in completely.

"Can I touch you?"

"One more pick up line and you can do whatever you want to me." Kate whispered on Y/N’s lips, pecking them quickly before adding, "give me your best one yet."

"You look too good for a pick up line. So let’s just skip over the best part. Wanna fuck?"

Kate laughed at that and slapped Y/N’s chest softly, the tick air charged with sexual tension shifted into a playful one as Y/N joined Kate with soft chuckles, "that was the worst one yet."

"Okay, okay. I will tell you what I thought the first time I saw you working out with just a sport bra and really tight shorts." Y/N trailed off for good measure, watching Kate swallow visibly as she got ready, "I would treat you like my pinkie and bang you on every furniture of my apartment."

"I’m waiting miss Y/L/N." Kate whispered on Y/N’s lips, hovering them over each other but never joining their mouths into a kiss as she smirked slyly when the girl grunted out in pleasure.

Y/N wiped Kate’s smug expression off her face with an hard, hungry kiss while her hands instinctively grasped her ass harshly, the motion causing the girl’s body to move slightly over her own and making their nipples rub against each other delightfully. "Fuck, that was good."

"Yeah." Kate panted into Y/N’s mouth when they pulled away to take some needed breath, moaning lewdly onto her lips when Y/N repeated the gesture, causing their bodies to shudder in raw arousal and buzz in anticipation.

"Shit, I want you so fucking bad." The Y/H/C girl whispered softly after their umpteenth kiss, biting down on Kate’s lips not too hard and then sucking on the soft flesh to soothe the slight stinging.

"Me too Y/N. So so bad." It was the validation Y/N needed to act on both their desires and quickly lifting her leg up, bending it with her foot laying flat on the mattress and met with Kate’s surprisingly drenched core. Their moans mixed together between their open mouths, Kate for the unexpected contact and Y/N for the delicious sensation of the archer’s juices coating her thigh, as the air in the bedroom charged with pure lust. "Fuck! Oh yess!" Kate tentatively grounded her center on Y/N’s strong leg and a powerful shockwave run down her spine as she finally got the yearned attention on her aching cunt.

"Look at you, so needy for release." Y/N stared mesmerized at the sight of the black haired beauty fucking herself on her thigh, getting out of her reverie only when a loud, strangled whine left Kate’s lips, making her finally spoke up after staying silent a few moments.

"I wouldn’t- fuck yes- look so smug right now."

"Why not?" Y/N’s grin only broadened at the archer struggling to keep her eyes open to look at her and stumbling over her words as pleasure contorted her beautiful features.

"Because I can see you literally drenching the sheets." Kate stared down at Y/N’s core to point out her words and lifted her right eyebrow up cheekily. Y/N opened her mouth to counter back with a witty remark, only for her words to die in her throat and for her lips to open into an O shape as a loud moan escaped when Kate silently readjusted herself so she could bend her own thigh so it could come in contact with Y/N’s cunt. "How’s that?"

"Fucking amazing." Y/N answered shortly, before joining their lips together again and sped up their slow tempo, their hasty movements causing the bed rest to slam onto the wall and the faint thuds blended with their moans muffled by their tongues devouring each other’s mouths.

They stopped kissing when it was too difficult to keep up due to their orgasms building fast in their stomaches, familiar coiling feelings rising into their lower abdomens, and just panted into each other mouths a mix of their names and profanities. "Are you close?"

"Yes. Are you? I want to come with you." And they did, not too long after. Their bodies stiffened as juices spilled out of their spasming cores and mixing together, their lips open as soft whines left them, their eyes never leaving each other and their hearts beating loudly and simultaneously into their ribcages. "That was- wow."

"Yeah." Kate smiled sheepishly when she slumped down onto Y/N’s body before wrapping her lips around the agent’s ones in a slow, languid kiss, both savoring their post-coital haze in their loving bubble.

"You are perfect Kate."

The archer blushed profusely at the girl’s words spoken with so much affection as her Y/E/C eyes never left her own blue irises. "So are you Y/N/N." Kate sighed out contentedly, speaking up a few seconds later, "I honestly was expecting a pick up line."

"What’s the point? I reached the pick up lines goal, we had sex. And now we know we like each other. So we can go for how many rounds we want, without using pick up lines."

Kate’s face didn’t seem to want to go back to its normal color as the crimson color on her cheeks and neck deepened while her stomach flipped over itself at Y/N’s sentence. "Too bad. I started to like them. C’mon, a few more."

"Alright." Y/N pecked Kate’s lips sweetly before speaking up again, "don’t freak out, but I’m a mind reader." Y/N stopped from good measure, before continuing, "yes, I will sleep with you."

Kate laughed heartily at the line, hearing a cute giggle joining her and her heart clenched at the sweet sound, "lame, but good."

"Mh-" Y/N hummed as she lifted her left arm up previously wrapped around Kate’s torso and looked at her wrist pensively, "that’s odd, my magic watch says you’re coming on my fingers right now. It must be running 15 minutes fast." Y/N switched her eyes then from her wrist to Kate’s eyes and bit her bottom lip seductively.

Kate felt her core release a gush of fresh arousal at the line as she shuddered wildly at the images she dreamed so many times flashed into her mind, "fuck, that was good."

"I like that one too. Hey- I was wondering- do you have room for an extra tongue in your mouth?"

"Mh- I don’t know. Why don’t you find out yourself?" Kate smirked seductively down at Y/N who growled under her breath and pushed her tongue past her lips immediately, kissing her fervently while her hands, the right one still glued on her marvelous ass while the left one laid flat on her back, grasped the archer’s flesh and tried to push her more into her own body. "I think that was my favorite one so far."

"Mh, I have another favorite one."

"Which is?"

"Mh- I don’t know if I should say it." Y/N murmured, now the one blushing as dirty thoughts invaded her mind as she thought about that particular pick up line.

"Oh c’mon! Now I’m curious. And y’know this pick up lines are going to be delivered to me only, so sooner or later you will tell me it."

"Mh, possessive, I like it. Just to clarify, they had always been just for you, I was just too much of a coward to use them with you, so I kept them to myself."

Kate awed at the adorable admission and pecked Y/N’s lips briefly, pulling back when Y/N tried to deepen the kiss, knowing she was trying to dodge the subject. "Now, please tell me."

Kate laid another peck on Y/N’s lips and the girl sighed out loud as she reprimanded herself for being already so pliable with Kate, "fine. This proves how whipped I am for you Bishop." Kate kissed sweetly Y/N again after squealing in victory as butterflies invaded her stomach, knowing pretty well she was just as much, if not more, whipped for Y/N as Y/N was for her. "Wait, forget the last part."

"You know I won’t Y/L/N." Kate smirked mischievously and teased Y/N’s slightly parted lips with the tip of her tongue before laying a soft peck on that plump, soft, still a bit red flesh, "if it makes you feel better, I am incredibly whipped for you too."

"Really?"

"Well yeah, ask Yelena. Each time you ask something or need a favor, I’m always the one volunteering to help you. I have Yelena’s whipping sounds she sends my way each time I help you with whatever you need plaguing my head." Kate admitted, a rosy color appearing on her cheeks during her little speech, smiling shyly when Y/N grinned back at her with a mix of affection and smugness after she stopped talking.

"So she teased us both." Y/N pondered out loud, shaking her head in amusement as she thought about every time Yelena teased her, "you don’t even know how often I had to endure Yelena making fun of me for my, and I quote, ‘cute, hopeless crush’ I have for you."

"Do you think she tried to play Cupid tonight?" Kate asked as she tried to put all the pieces together now that she was aware of Yelena knowing they both had a crush on each other.

"I wouldn’t be surprised. I’m 100% sure she totally planned this too. At least we have a room for ourselves so we can be as loud as we want." Y/N smirked and kissed Kate soundly, her tongue slipping past Kate’s lips and hummed contentedly when Kate moaned into her mouth, from her implication and from the amazing kiss. "We should thank her though, for tonight and for pairing us up in this room."

"Ugh, we wouldn’t hear the end of it." Kate groaned and laid her forehead on Y/N’s left clavicle.

"Wait for when we are back to the campus, where a congratulations party planned by Scott is waiting for us." Y/N chuckled when Kate groaned again into her chest and caressed her hair softly.

"Don’t dodge the subject." A few seconds later Kate lifted her head up and pointedly stared at her, "I want to know your favorite pick up line for me."

"Okay, hm-" Y/N hesitated for just a moment, but when her irises met Kate’s ocean blue ones again, all her insecurities and worries about the archer finding the pick up line too much or too gross washed away. "Your legs looks great. What time do they open? There’s a package for them I need to deliver."

"Wow."

"Too much?"

"No- I-"

"I’m sorry." Y/N closed her eyes in shame and shook her head, trying to erase those widened blue eyes and mouth open in shock from her mind, her stomach clenching in regret for making Kate uneasy, "I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. It was a stupid pick up line I came up after watching you spar with Cassie. My new strap on arrived that morning and I- I’m just sorry okay? Can we forget it ever happened and move on?"

"I can’t forget it Y/N." Kate answered shortly, her tone low and raspy, her mouth closing and her jaw clenching hard as she stared deeply into Y/N’s eyes when the girl met her blue irises after she heard her speak.

"I’m sorry. I understand if you want to go. I’m truly, deeply sorry for grossing you o-"

Kate kissed Y/N hard on her lips, shutting her up successfully, glueing their faces together as her hands grasped her jaw and neck harshly. "You didn’t make me uncomfortable, nor disgusted." Kate reassured firmly, grounding Y/N with another hard stare before continuing, "I can’t forget about that line, because now you using a strap on on me is all I can think about."

"Shit." Y/N shuddered at the admission, her hands involuntarily gripping Kate’s hips in need as images flooded her mind.

"Do you happen to have a strap on with you or do I have to wait till we are back on campus?" Kate asked seductively, one of her hands straying down and settled on the girl’s left breast, her forefinger drawing idle circles around Y/N’s nipple while her teeth sank on her own bottom lip sensually.

"I-I-" Y/N swallowed thickly and tried to compose herself. "Would it look desperate if I say yes?"

"No." Kate giggled and nuzzled their noses together. "Do you really have it?"

"Yes. I always have it with me. I guess, my subconscious always hoped something like this would happen with you." Y/N admitted sheepishly, her cheeks burning softly from embarrassment at her hopeless self.

"We should thank your subconscious then, because I can’t wait for you to fuck me senselessly with your strap on." Y/N growled when one of Kate’s thighs slipped between her legs and teased her already aroused core.

"Mh shit, this feel like a dream coming true."

"There will be more things coming soon, like us for example." Kate quipped and giggled when Y/N’s eyes darkened instantly as her hands gripped her ass needily.

"It’s in my luggage. Are you sure?"

"Yes. Do you want me to go get it?"

"You can if you don’t mind." Kate pecked Y/N’s lips softly before standing up and walking towards Y/N’s luggage in the left corner of her bedroom. "It should be under all of my clothes, in a small bag."

After rummaging a few seconds with what Y/N considered the cutest focused expression with her tongue curled around on the left side of her teeth and her nose scrunched up, Kate pulled a black bag out of her luggage and walked back on the bed, straddling Y/N now seated on the bed with her back laying on the bed rest. "Did-" Kate cleared her throat and fidgeted with the bag’s zipper still in her hands, "did you use it with someone?" Kate lifted the bag up and grimaced at the silly question she couldn’t keep to her jealous self.

"No, of course not. I bought this one only for you, especially for you. I’ve used strap ons before with girls, but I haven’t had a one night stand in months."

"Are you serious?" Kate asked in awe, smiling adorably at the girl at her admission.

"I couldn’t. No one could be ever compared to you."

Kate’s eyes prickled with touched tears at the Y/H/C admission and kissed her languidly a few moments. "I did the exact same thing, since I met you and admitted I had a crush on you." They shared another sweet peck after staring lovingly at one another with dope smiles on their lips, humming into the kiss as warmth spread throughout their chest at their intimate actions. When they pulled away Kate spoke up again, "well, it seems you won’t have any more one night stands because I won’t allow it. I want you to myself."

Y/N smiled brightly at Kate’s statement and kissed her soundly, "and I want you to myself as well."

"Now. Shall we?" Kate smirked mischievously after sharing a few deep, meaningful, slow kisses and wiggled her eyebrows at Y/N, who laughed and shook her head in amusement. When Y/N nodded at her to signal her to open it herself, Kate gingerly opened the zipper and gaped at what she found. "Now I know why you bought this for me."

Kate snickered under her breath as she lifted between them the above the average long, purple strap on. "Yeah- well- yeah." Y/N snickered alongside Kate and shook her head at herself.

"Can we focus on the color you chose?"

"Can we please not?" Kate giggled at Y/N whined question and dropped the subject, for now, pecking her lips gently a few times instead, Y/N happy to comply. After Kate helped Y/N fasten the harness and position the strap correctly, Y/N moved so Kate could lay comfortably on the bed as she grabbed the bottle of lube in the bag, "ready?"

Kate stopped Y/N when the girl stretched her hand out to pour lube on it and looked up at her with big, doe eyes, "can I?"

"Y-yeah- yes- of- of course." Kate placed her hand over Y/N’s one and waited for Y/N to pour the jelly substance on her palm, before slowly but firmly spreading it onto Y/N’s strap on. "Oh shit."

"I can’t wait to feel you inside me." Kate whispered hotly on Y/N’s lips, thoroughly spreading the lube all over the purple toy, smirking smugly when Y/N wailed softly under her breath after some particular strokes and adding more pressure on purpose to hear those sounds again.

"Ready?" Y/N repeated gently as she watched Kate lay back down on the bed, her hands now on each side of her head as she hovered over the archer’s muscular body.

"Yes." Kate breathed out after a few seconds, letting the moment sink in as her stomach fluttered severely at the deep feelings she felt for the girl on top of her.

"I’ll go slowly, I promise." Y/N stated in a whispered tone on Kate’s lips, positioning herself better between Kate’s spread out legs and aligned the strap on in front of the black haired girl’s entrance. "I’ll be gentle."

"Okay." Kate smiled warmly at the thoughtfulness showed by her lover and lifted her head up from the pillow to kiss her languidly. "I want you Y/N, please." Kate moaned lustfully when the kiss got heavier after a few seconds and their bodies moving over each other caused Y/N’s strap on to rub her entrance deliciously.

"Your wish is my command, baby." Y/N slowly but firmly eased the purple toy in, reveling in the low, guttural wail of unfiltered pleasure leaving Kate’s mouth as she herself emitted a moan at the wonderful sensation of feeling whole with Kate like this, their bodies entwined and fitted perfectly like two puzzle pieces. They both had never been so intimate and connected with anyone before and that thought alone spread hard shivers all over their bodies.

"Oh yes! Mh Y/N!"

"You are taking me so well Kate, fuck." When Y/N’s hips flushed over Kate’s ones the Y/H/C girl stilled her movements to let Kate adjust to the feeling and stared at her with a mix of lust and affection.

"Please baby, move." Y/N grunted out at the blue eyed girl’s request and complied almost immediately by moving back her hips, the strap on slipping almost completely out of Kate’s center, before slamming it back slowly but firmly, eliciting a guttural groan of ecstasy from Kate. "Yes! Fuck Y/N yes!"

"Oh fuck babe." Y/N wailed out as the other small end of the dildo buried inside her pressed on her clit deliciously each time she moved into Kate.

"Faster Y/N, please."

Y/N was having an hard time trying to keep her eyes open due to the powerful pleasure she was experiencing, but she forced them open to take in Kate’s beautiful body trash around in pleasure and need at her slow thrusts, her face contorting after each movement. "You’re so fucking hot like this."

"Fuck Y/N." Kate moaned when Y/N sped up her movements, not too fast though, because she wanted them both to savor this moment to the fullest, basking in the intense pleasure their intimate activities was creating and just existing in this love bubble they were in. "You- shit- don’t know how many times I imagined being like this with you."

"Really? Like this as in me fucking you with a strap on?" When Kate nodded Y/N groaned out and increased her speed, thrusting into Kate’s center hard before swallowing her loud moans with a deep kiss.

"Yes Y/N! Oh fuck, like that! YES!" Y/N’s fast and strong thrusts caused the bed rest to slam into the wall and creating soft, but loud thuds almost completely covered by Kate’s moans that were increasing in volume after each thrust and Y/N’s grunts of pleasure.

"Shit, I’m already so close. Are you babe?" Y/N’s sentence made Kate’s walls clench on the toy needily as the coiling feeling in her stomach was almost ready to snap.

"Yes babe, make me come please." After a few more deep, hard and fast thrusts they both tumbled over the edge with their names moaned out between their open mouths. Y/N slowed her movements to let them both ride their powerful wave, before stopping altogether and sliding out of her lover slowly.

Kate grunted out at the lack of fullness the strap on was providing and shuddered slightly, her body buzzing deliciously as her senses heightened when Y/N cuddled her with the toy still strapped on her hips, the strap grazing her thigh teasingly as it spread her own release on her skin. "Just- give me a few minutes to gain my body back. Then I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk tomorrow."

Y/N swallowed at that and turned her head around to find a pair of dark blue irises already staring at her needily, "Kate, shit- I almost came again. You can’t say things like that! Warn me next time."

"I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. I had to endure you hitting on those girls all night. I need to fuck them out of your system." As soon as she stopped talking, she slowly took the toy off Y/N and put it on herself, before positioning herself between Y/N’s legs and spread the open, enjoying the beautiful sight that was Y/N’s drenched core, already dripping for her. "I’m Kate by the way."

"I’m sorry what? Kate we are best friends, I know your name." Y/N stared confused at Kate looking at her seductively with a fire burning behind her almost black irises and swallowed soundly at the sight.

"I was just making sure you were screaming the right name tonight."

"Fuck." Y/N whimpered at the pick up line whispered out sultrily on her lips, the tip of the toy now teasing her entrance and making her whole body light up with anticipation. "Inside, Kate. Now."

"With pleasure babe." Kate leaned down to kiss Y/N slowly while she eased the toy into Y/N’s core gently but steadily, shuddering when she felt the girl take in the strap on without restraints thanks to the great amount of arousal collected there. "How does it feel?"

"So fucking good. Shit- this- this feels like a-amazing." Y/N whimpered when Kate was buried all the way in, causing their hips to brush together gently as the girl remained still to help her get used to the toy’s size. "Y-you can move, babe."

"Get ready to scream." Kate murmured on the Y/H/C girl’s plump, bruised lips right before she started moving her hips in and out slowly and firmly, slipping all the way out, leaving just the tip in, before slamming the toy back in deeply.

"Oh yes! Shit, yes! Kate, yes!" Y/N chanted up as raw, powerful pleasure invaded every inch of her body, lightning it up and setting it on fire, tingling sensation traveling down her spine and right between her legs, increasing her pleasure.

"Ugh- Y/N, tell me- who is making you- feel- so good?" Kate grunted out while thrusting into Y/N in a steady tempo, wanting to savor each second as she took the girl over the edge. Their movements caused their nipples to brush forcefully over each other and Kate was having an hard time focusing on her thrusts as her mind fogged up with pleasure.

"You baby."

"I want to hear my name." Kate pointed out as she slammed the strap on back in harder, causing Y/N to moan out loudly as she writhed her body from the intense orgasm building up within her.

"KATE!"

"That’s right." Kate smiled lovingly down at Y/N and kissed her lips softly, a stark contrast from her unrelenting, hard moves of her hips. It took Y/N a few more minutes to tumble off the edge with Kate’s name leaving her mouth in a long, guttural groan, causing Kate to shiver in pleasure as she felt the strap shift even deeper inside as Y/N’s walls spasmed around it to spurt out the girl’s release. "You’re so beautiful."

"So do you babe." They shared a sweet peck before Kate pulled away to stare at Y/N smiling up at her with her eyes a bit unfocused and a dope grin.

"Are you okay princess?"

Y/N blushed profusely at the nickname but nodded gently at the question, "yeah, just recovering. It was a powerful orgasm."

"Wait for your next one then." Kate smirked lewdly down at Y/N before resuming her previous movements, speeding up her tempo just a notch for a few seconds to let Y/N adjust to the new sensation.

"Oh fuck."

"I told you, I need to fuck those girls out of your system." Kate slammed the toy into Y/N harshly when she stressed the word ‘fuck’ out, making Y/N see stars as she whimpered pitifully into the room. "And I’m not going to be gentle this time."

"Holy fuck yes!" Y/N slumped her head back on the pillow and arched her neck back in pleasure when Kate quickened her pace, giving her enough space to pepper open mouthed kissed on the skin on display, before the pleasure was too much to handle so she just lingered her head there to breath Y/N in and entwine their bodies more intimately, her hips’ movements making the bed squeak sensually, the sound mixing with them panting loudly into each other and the soft thud of the bedpost hitting the wall. "Fuck me! Fuck me good Kate."

"Well, as you wish princess." Kate pulled her head away form Y/N’s neck to smirk seductively down at her, who was finding extremely difficult keeping her eyes open but fought against herself to keep gazing into those dark blue pools filled with pure, raw lust, before speeding up her movements, as she thrusted the strap on in deep and hard, wanting Y/N to feel as good as she made her feel.

"Fuck. Oh! Ah!" Y/N was a moaning mess as she let intense pleasure flood her body, her mouth open to let profanities and Kate’s name out and into Kate’s lips while her hands clasped the archer’s strong back. When Kate lifted Y/N’s right leg up to hook it around her hips to have a better angle to slip the toy in deeper inside her, Y/N moved the left one to join the other leg and moaned loudly at the new sensations filling her body and mind up. "Kate! Kate! You feel so good."

"Ugh- shit you don’t even know how hot you look right now." Kate grunted in pure bliss as she never stopped her unrelenting pace, her body filling up with fatigue from their intense fight earlier that night, her arm perching her above Y/N’s body starting to hurt and the ache in her back was still present, but she kept on, wanting Y/N to fall apart before her and give her the pleasure she deserved. "Are you ready to come for me baby?"

"Yes! Yes! I’m so cLOSE!" Y/N screamed loudly when Kate’s hand left her hips to touch her clit, teasing it with slow idle circles and soft taps, watching with rapt amazement the beautiful view of Y/N’s face contorting in ecstasy at her ministrations.

"Shit, your moans are turning me on so fucking much."

"Are you- c-close too? I want to come with you again." Kate faltered her movements just a bit from the whispered request and was suddenly flooded with the purpose of tipping them both off the edge. So with a newfound determination she sped her movements impossibly up and slammed in and out of Y/N hard, shuddering wildly when the small end buried inside her hit something within her that made her almost see stars. "Oh yes, oh, oh yes. OH KATE!"

"YES Y/N."

They both tumbled over the edge with their names blending together between their open mouths, Kate stopping her hips’ movements for a few seconds as her body went still and juices spilled out of her spasming center, her orgasm becoming ten times more powerful when she looked down and saw Y/N’s and her juices mixing onto the strap and the sheets. The archer resumed her motions, now slower and more gentle to let them both ride their post-coital wave to the fullest before stopping altogether, slipping out and taking off the strap, placing it gingerly at the end of the bed. Both groaned at the lack of fullness but hummed contentedly when Kate laid down beside Y/N and cuddled her lovingly. "You did it." Kate turned her head around to regard Y/N with a confused look, smiling fondly at her when Y/N giggled cutely under her breath, "I think I won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I feel so sore."

"Good. I’m not opposed to not leaving this bed. There are a lot of things we can do."

"Mh, tempting." Y/N hummed and pulled Kate closer to her. "You don’t even know how many times I dreamed about this. Not only the sex, but you liking me back."

"Same. I was so scared you didn’t feel the same. I guess I need to thank those girls in the end. Look where they got us."

"I think we should thank Yelena, Kamala and America first. I’m sure they’ve been planning this for a while." They both laughed at their friends before letting the comfortable silence wrap them into a loving bubble. "You look tired, you should sit down a bit. Oh no, it looks like all the seats are taken. Well, I guess you’ll just have to sit on my face."

Kate stopped her hand’s movements on Y/N’s chest, caressing between her sternum gently and softly, as she lifted her head up to look at Y/N incredulously from her pick up line she just delivered, "are you serious?" Kate asked with her tone low and raspy, wanting to know if Y/N was genuine about her innuendo as her body already buzzed in anticipation and arousal started to collect between her legs, in her eager core.

"Why don’t you come up here and find out yourself?" Y/N smirked seductively and winked at Kate, who grunted out loud before clashing their mouths together in an hard kiss, both girls shivering in anticipation at what was about to come (no pun intended).

"Let me- just-" Kate pulled away from their kisses and pointedly stared at Y/N’s legs, trailing off for good measure a few seconds then speaking up with her left eyebrow arched up seductively and a sly smirk, "you have really nice legs, but they would look better with my head between them." Kate delivered her own pick up line and reveled in the shocked and aroused expression that flitted over Y/N’s features at the girl’s words, not expecting her to tease back when she thought she was ready to sit on her face, but not completely opposed to it as her core clenched needily over nothing and juices dripped out of it.

"Y-Yeah." Y/N stammered out adorably in agreement as her head fogged up with images of Kate smiling up at her from between her legs and that thought alone made her almost come undone, and Kate giggled at the cute sight, before leaning down and connecting their lips in the first of the many more kisses they were going to share that night during their funny activities.

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Love Me At The Ungodly Hour

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 4.2K

Summary: Kamaria Mansfield is hired at the Minnesota Police Department as an intern. Detective Walter Marshall is overworked and unsatisfied. Takes place post-film.

Chapter Summary: Kamaria and Walter take things to the next level in their relationship.

Chapter warnings: oral sex (m receiving), Dom!Walter, dacryphilia, Daddy kink, non-barrier contraception (no condom usage), choking, creampie, breeding kink, spanking

A/N: Another time jump in this chapter, from Monday morning transitions to Friday evening, skipping Tuesday-Thursday. Does everyone know that ‘trousers’ are like a pair of jeans, and ‘pants’ is the same as underwear? I went English, I figured Walter wouldn’t say boxer-briefs. And yes I imagine he is a boxer-briefs kind of guy. Don’t @ me. Also, this chapter marks about two weeks of time since Chapter 1. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Walter’s POV

Monday Morning

The first thing I did on Monday morning, after kissing Kamaria on her temple and walking her to her desk, was to hunt down Rachel. I promised Kamaria that I would be speaking with Rachel about her attitude. There was no point in waiting until she offended my girlfriend again. And yes, we are officially titled. After a weekend of pampering her and treating her like the Princess she is, I asked her to be my girlfriend yesterday afternoon. She answered with a little yelp, jumping into my lap. She addressed me as ‘Boyfriend’ the rest of the day.

As her boyfriend, I believe it’s my job to make sure she stays happy. And if something displeases her, I’ll kill it with fire. Or, the next best thing. 

I make it to the Cybercrimes office and spot Rachel speaking with her team. I steady my breath, clear my throat, and walk up to her. “Can I speak to you for a moment?” I ask, interrupting her morning meeting.

“Walter, I’m kind of in the middle of something, can it wait?” she tries to blow me off and any other day, I might have let her. But this isn’t any other day.

“Actually, it can’t wait. But I can make it quick for you,” I assure her, not requesting for the team to give us privacy and continuing, “You’re to keep your distance from Kamaria. Whatever your problem with her is, sort it out yourself. She’s my girlfriend and I’ll do anything to make her happy. And that includes informing my ex that we’ll be going to Human Resources if you so much as look her way or mine for that matter outside of strictly professional business. I hope I’ve made myself crystal clear, I won’t be repeating myself.”

With that, I leave her, mouth agape in surprise. I pray, for her sake, that was the only time we need to have that conversation. She is smart enough to know I’m serious, I refuse to believe otherwise. I can’t afford to think of whether or not her feelings are hurt, if she was embarrassed, or anything of the sort. I can only take care of what’s my responsibility. And Rachel is no longer my burden. 

Before reaching my office, I get Kam’s attention to meet me there. No one else could tell it would be for our previously agreed upon ‘scene’. As I enter behind her, I shut my door and lock it. I lean back on the door, hands going to my belt, unfastening it, and unbuttoning my jeans. 

“I seem to remember Daddy promising someone that they could give him a special treat if she let me handle a certain something for her,” I remark, watching as Kam’s eyes light up and she is on her knees in front of me in seconds. We agreed that she could refer to me as Daddy whenever she wanted, now that I know she has that kink thanks to my talented tongue and hands this weekend. She refers to me as ‘Daddy’ when she needs a more intense and feral session, and ‘Sir’ is when she needs intimacy and passion but with a softer approach.

“May I take out your dick, Daddy?” she whispers, no doubt excited to touch me for the first time. I purposefully denied her this since we only just started being intimate. And only oral for now until she feels 100% comfortable going further. I am more than ready to have her over every surface in my home until she can’t think of anything but her pussy molding to my cock. 

She has been salivating over the chance to suck me off. I’ve let her palm me through my pants and we’ve done a healthy amount of dry humping where we both get off. 

“Go ahead and take me out, baby,” I reply, watching as she is carefully pulling down my zipper. She tugs my trousers and pants down until my cock springs free in her face. Nothing compares to the way she lights up, trying to wrap her small hand around me.

“I can’t believe you were hiding this pretty dick from me, Daddy,” she moans, marveling at my girth.

I capture her chin and tilt her head up, “He’s not hidden from you now, so what the hell are you waiting on?” I press, releasing her and crossing my arms while I peer down at her.

She presses those glossy lips along the underside of my cock, leaving satiny kisses across every inch. When she snakes her tongue out to lap at my pre-cum, I am beyond aroused as she moans at the taste and takes in the head past those perfect lips of hers. The slide of her lip gloss and her wet little mouth makes it easy for her to make a mess. The fucking sounds coming from her have me trembling. 

She pulls off, inhaling sharply, drool hanging from her lips. “Please fuck my face, Daddy,” she whines, and I can’t deny her when she begs so beautifully.

“If it gets to be too much, you tap my hand, ok?” I watch as she nods then takes me back into her mouth. I lock my fingers behind her head, not wasting time and getting right to thrusting deeply into her waiting throat. She mentioned loving being face-fucked and since then, I have thought of nothing else. “Fuck, baby, this fucking mouth of yours is Heaven. I guess it had to be if you’re my Angel.”

I feel her reach around my hips to my ass, a favorite of hers. She likes to comment on how shapely it is, I never really put much thought into it. But if she enjoys it, I’ll make sure to do my squats. I realize she is trying to go deeper and I take the hint and hold her down on me until she sputters and gags. Tears trickle down her cheeks as she catches her breath but I don’t let her go for long.  

“So fucking beautiful when you cry for me, pretty girl,” I praised, shoving my cock back between her lips, chasing my release. My balls slap her chin and her nose is buried in my pubes. She has yet to tap on my hand, she must be enjoying this as much as I am. As that thought springs to mind, I feel the unmistakable tightening of my impending orgasm. “Gonna cum for you, baby. Fuck fuck fuuuuuck.”

She rewards me with an earth-shattering orgasm that has me weak at the knees. Snatched my soul straight through my cock on that one. Even as I heave a sigh of contentment, my cum still leaks from me. She is making sure not to waste a single drop and helps to tuck me back in. She stands to her full height and I wipe at the fallen tears on her face before capturing her lips.

What I can’t manage to verbalize, I try and push through my kiss. How much I enjoyed myself, that I don’t mind kissing after a blowjob, and how fucking lucky I am to have her be mine. We pull apart and I rest my forehead against hers. 

“You are so fucking perfect. And that is not just the orgasm talking, trust me,” I say, laughing along with her when she has a giggling fit at my words.

“I think the orgasm might have a little bit to do with it,” she chuckles, kissing the corner of my mouth, “but either way, thank you, Daddy. Never thought I’d be called perfect.” 

“Get used to it, I’ll make it my mission to get you to believe in your perfection.”

“The only thing I need to be perfect right now is my face. God forbid I go out there with dicksucking evidence. Tear stains and messy gloss? Not for long.” She pulls out a compact mirror and her lip gloss tube and gets to work.

I’m done stretching my limbs as she finishes up her face. I kiss her forehead and straighten myself before unlocking my door and walking her to her desk. Nina and Sophie exchange glances before simultaneously waving at me. I smile and nod my hello before whispering in Kam’s ear, making her laugh as I make my exit.

I get a call from Faye at the end of the day, wondering about visiting this week. I agree after she admits that she and Angie are fighting again. I let her know I will pick her up for dinner and she can stay as long as she needs. 

After the call, I inform Kam about Faye staying over and that our usual after-work time would need to be rescheduled. She seemed upset for a moment but then smiled up at me and had me promise to have fun with Faye while she was over. I remember that she doesn’t have a relationship with her father as I have with Faye. She doesn’t want me to miss a single opportunity I can get with my daughter.

That’s only one reason I say she’s perfect. I have a new reason for every day I get to spend with her. And it only makes it easier to fall for her. But I’m 1000% fine with that.

Walter’s POV

Friday Evening

This week goes by like a tornado, fast and chaotic. Life with a teenage girl is like…actually no, there is nothing quite like having a teenage daughter. I have heard her yell at her mother over FaceTime for two hours straight. I’ve seen her scroll through TikTok at a ridiculous volume laughing her head off. I’ve had to talk her down from wanting to cut off all of her hair when her curls wouldn’t cooperate with her. 

I have never been happier to drop her back off at home. As soon as I get back home, I kick off my shoes and melt into the couch. I send a couple of texts to Kam, checking to see if she is still awake. I know today was a long day for her with work and therapy. 

Me: Back to an empty house

Me: How’s my Angel?

Kam: Missing Daddy 🥺

Me: My baby girl

Me: I miss you too

Me: I’m right here

The typing bubble starts and stops a few times before I see a new text appear, and it stops me in my tracks.

Kam: I need Daddy here

Kam: [image sent] 

Me: Fuck

Me: Look at that pretty little pussy

Me: Does baby need Daddy’s cock?

Me: You ready for that?

Kam: [video sent]

I click on the video she sends and my dick swells. My sweet Princess sends me a video of her playing with that flawless cunt of hers while calling out for Daddy to fuck her. I’m putting on my shoes and coat in record time. With keys in hand, I send another series of texts.

Me: Daddy is on his way 

Me: I’ll be there in about ten

Me: Keep playing with that perfect pussy for me

Me: Get it nice and wet

Me: NO CUMMING, is that clear?

I wait with bated breath for her to respond. 

Kam: Yes, Daddy

Kam: Need Daddy inside me please

I can hear her little whimper as if she said it aloud, reaching to squeeze my dick to calm it down.

Me: Daddy is in the truck already

Me: Ten minutes baby

Me: Then you’re all mine

I drive for the next eight minutes and thirty-eight seconds. I may have ignored some speed signs and lights, but I honestly couldn’t care less. I’m out of the truck and walking up the steps of her apartment building, lucky that someone was coming out at the same time. I raise my fist to knock on the door when it opens. A panting Kam greets me, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her forehead and neck.

“I followed your location, you got here fast!” she gushed, pulling me into her apartment and closing the door behind me. I notice her satin nightie that leaves little to the imagination and I pounce on her.

Reaching in to cup her face, I slot our lips together. We both smile into the kiss when we feel a little spark as our lips join, no doubt from our feet shuffling on her carpeting. As my hands wander, I pull back from the kiss.

“Scene break, baby,” I insist, watching as Kam steadies herself to pay attention, “Now, I wanna make sure of a few things before we do this. I need to know if you still want this. I also need to know if you need Daddy or you need Sir.” 

She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before answering, “I want this and I need this. I need Daddy to beat this pussy up. Please?”

Instead of answering, I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me. I carry her to the bedroom and put her down. I take off my layers and she watches, patiently kneeling on her bed. Once I’m down to just my pants, I crawl onto the bed and my brain registers there is music playing. As I kiss her, I listen to the lyrics.

‘Love me at the ungodly hour

I don't have the time

To teach you how to love all over again

And let me ask you this

Are you givin' all that you could give?

Once you get it right

Baby, just know I want you here, come here

Right here’

I push through the raw emotion this song brings up and bring myself back to the present. I lay on my back and turn to Kam. “Come sit on Daddy’s face, baby,” I instruct, stopping to remind her of my rule with that, “And you sit down on Daddy’s face. I promise Daddy can take it.”

Her smile is so brilliant, like a lighthouse. My beacon. She sits down on my face, following directions so well for me. Her delicious nectar is coating her pussy and has me already ready to fuck into her, but I have to make her cum at least once before I’m inside her. I hold her open as I lick and suck at her, silently proud of her as she doesn’t touch me without permission. 

Pretty soon, I have her right where I want her. She’s babbling and begging to cum, her hips rocking against my mouth. I reach down, pulling my throbbing cock free, and allow her to take me into her mouth. As I tell her to cum for me, I feel her moan around me, the vibration going through me like a tremor. I moan around her clit and she loses it. I watch as her walls contract around nothing and my cock twitches in her mouth. 

I help her sit up and lay down next to me, taking off my last layer and helping her out of her nightie. Fuck, those beautiful tits look delectable. I lean down, burying my face between them as Kam pushes them together. I tell her how much I love these tits but it comes out in a mumble causing her to laugh. I lean up and smile down at her as I reach down to rub the head of my cock along her folds. Her laugh dies in her throat as he eyes roll up in her head.

“Are you ready for Daddy, baby girl?” I challenged, pressing the tip in just slightly.

“Wait,” she yelps, and I stop and wait for her to continue, “I’m just nervous…and I really wanna do this. And I already told you about having that awkward talk with Yada about using condoms. And we both got tested and I have an IUD so I don’t have anything to worry about. But yet, here I am.” 

“I want you to know I am not going anywhere. Whether or not we have sex tonight or ever. Whether or not we have an…’accident’. I know this can be daunting, being with someone after so long. Trust me, I am right there with you. But one thing that makes it not so scary is that it’s you. I care about you so much, and I can tell you care about me. And the fact that I get to experience any level of intimacy with you is a gift. But this? This is a big step. And as ready as I am, I want you to match me. I don’t want you to have any doubt about anything, baby. Least of all, how well I’m going to take care of you.” I finish, suddenly feeling like I had just rambled on as my dick throbs and hangs between my legs.

“I want this. I want you. You make me feel so safe. And I wanna feel all of you, nothing between us,” she confessed, her hands finding mine, “You always know just what to say to make me feel better. I love that about you.”

“What can I say? You inspire me to be better, baby. Now, where were we?” I ask, raising her left hand to my lips to kiss. While she is trying to hide her obvious enjoyment of my gesture, I slip my hands under her knees and pull her closer to me. The look of surprise on her face is enough to send a warm feeling through me. 

I hold her right leg over my shoulder and place my left hand on her face as I lean down to kiss her. As our lips touch, I slap my cockhead on her clit. I am rewarded when she opens her mouth to moan directly into mine. Collecting some of her moisture, I line myself up with her entrance and lock eyes with her as just the head disappears within her.

“Shit, Daddy. Fuck that dick is so big,” she moans, arching off the bed.

I pull out just enough and then slide back in further. “You want me to stop, or you gonna be a good girl and take it?” I dare, pulling out so just the head is in and slam back in deeper. 

“Oooooh shit. I’ll be good, just please don’t stop,” she begs, moving her hands to her breasts.

I pull out again and thrust in until our hips are flush, her low moan rumbling through both of us. When I’m fully seated inside her, I lean in and kiss and nip at her neck. Using my right hand, I pull her left leg over my shoulder so I can lean down on both hands. 

I angle my hips so I can start a rhythm digging out this pussy. I change the focus of my lips from her neck to her mouth and kiss her passionately as I begin to pound into her. My tongue mingles with hers and my cockhead and her cervix become friends. 

“Fuck, baby. This fucking pussy is perfect,” I grunt, watching my cock disappear over and over into her, “Who’s pussy is this, baby girl?”

“It’s yours, Daddy,” she sobs, unshed tears at the corners of her eyes.

“Yes, baby,” I coo, reaching up and holding the back of her head, “Now, fucking cry for me.” I pull out harshly and start a punishing stroke inside her. Her cries mix with her moans and soon, I feel the fluttering of her walls around me for the first time. I fuck her through her orgasm and have to praise her. “Such a good girl, taking Daddy’s cock. Creaming all over it too.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she beams, her hands roaming down my chest to rest on my hips, “Want you to hit from the back now, please?”

I growl, pulling out and flipping her over on her hands and knees. “Ass up, head down, baby girl.” She gets in position and I can’t believe how lucky I am. She is all mine, and I am hers.

She wiggles her hips, no doubt to get my attention…as if I could forget she was here. I massage her ass lightly before landing a few slaps upon her ass. I lean down to place kisses and bites before I lean up and enter her swiftly, gripping her hips, her welcoming warmth like coming home after a long day. 

While picking up the pace, I revel in the sounds our bodies make. Almost like a round of applause and my exhibitionism kink raises its head for the first time in ages. The thought of fucking her in the mirror is floating through my mind at high-speed. For now, let’s just focus on this experience.

“Fuck this pussy just like that Daddy,” she whines, and her back arches, allowing me a new angle to pound her g-spot over and over until I feel her squirt all over my cock and balls.

“Fuck! And I thought it couldn’t get any fucking hotter than you squirting on my hand, baby girl,” I hum, slapping her ass hard enough to make her yelp, “Fuck you’re gonna make me cum in this pussy so fucking hard.”

“Yes, please cum inside me Daddy. Breed this fucking pussy, please!” she pleads, and what can I do but give her what she needs.

I lean forward and wrap my arm around her neck, pulling her back against my chest. “My sweet baby. Beg for Daddy’s cum like a good girl.”

“Fuck, please Daddy. I need it. Need to feel it filling me up,” she urges, and I can hear the tears in her voice before I see them roll down her cheeks, “My pussy was made for your cum. Just want you to keep me always full of you,” she moans, reaching back to grab a fistful of my hair before she fucking decimates me, “Please, Daddy, fuck a baby into me.”

I have never been hit with an orgasm quite as hard as the one I am experiencing right now. To say I saw explosions behind my eyelids would be an understatement. I saw galaxies being born, or were they dying? My ears perk up at a loud sound that I come to realize is my own moaning as I fill Kamaria with my release. I continue to fuck into her in what can only be considered muscle memory. I also don’t remember falling forward onto her back, but I’m currently holding her down. 

My cock is softening inside of her and it feels like I’m pushing wet rope at this point. I pull out of her and watch as she leaks with the evidence of my orgasm. I get off the bed, going to the bathroom and grabbing a towel to clean our bodies. When I come back to her, she is on her back and smiling lazily at me. I reach down and wipe away my cum, making sure to be gentle with her now swollen netherlips. I throw the towel over my shoulder and head back to the bathroom to empty my bladder. 

Once I’m done, she enters and uses the bathroom after me. At this point, we’re more than comfortable being in the bathroom together. It’s just another bonding experience for us.

We go back to the bedroom, change the sheets, and lay down under the blankets. She cuddles into my side and I wrap my arms around her. I debate bringing up the ‘baby’ line but I’ll let her slide for now. I mean, it was the perfect thing to say and I wasn’t expecting it at all. It excited me. And I am not ready to have that conversation with myself yet so I won’t.

I kiss her forehead and slide to my side so I can spoon her. “So, how did this old man do?” I query, holding her close to me.

“Bruh, you’re like five years older than me, at best, so if you’re old then I’m old. And I squirted on your dick, I think you did fucking amazing.” she replies, making me laugh in her ear. “So, how did I do then?”

I lean up over her and lift her face to look into her eyes. “I can’t articulate the level of emotion I have for you right now, seeing as you stole my soul through my dick. But if you’re patient, I will try to tell you later.”

“I can be patient, but don’t make me wait too long to hear it,” she informs, making it sound like she was waiting for me to say something specific, like a certain phrase. I shake the thought from my head, not ready to believe that she is ready to hear that. 

Instead of thinking too long about that, I smile down at her and lay down on her breasts while she plays with my hair. I love this. I love laying with her in silence as we just breathe. I love the way she always finds a way to make me laugh at something when I’ve had a long day. I know where my brain is going with this train of thought and I don’t even care because it’s the truth.

I love her.

Chapter 6

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