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thefallennightmare · 7 months

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One Night-Three[end]

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Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: lots of smut(mask play, spit play, bondage, anal, fingering, oral(m/f receiving), chocking, unprotected sex), swearing, angst, fluff.

Summary: One night. That's what Noah and Reader agreed to. No questions, no second thoughts, and no regrets. But will one night be enough to fill the hunger they both craved?

Authors Note: I wanted to write another part of this mini-series but only if others wanted it. It's a long one so buckle up! Once finished reading this part, please go read NOAH'S POV because it shows more into the story!

Tags: @pluviophillics @catj422 @iknownothingpeople @yumikitten @circle-with-me @dsireland86 @a1ex-ba1ex @blackveilomens @iamdesolate @shaydayhere @tearfallpixie @nerdraging4point0 @laris-angels

I stared at the confirmation in my hand, my heart pounding loud and hard in my chest. The paper weighed heavily in my hand as I bounced on the soles of my feet, wondering what would happen in the future because of my haste decision. I’ve had this confirmation burning a hole in my purse for a while now, waiting for this exact moment to use it. I rested my hand on my stomach; the nerves eating their way through me from the inside out.

The crowd of people around me was taking up whatever little space of air I had but I paid no mind to them, a wave of nausea crawling its way up my throat, leaving a sour taste in my mouth. It had been like this for a while now; I think about Noah and that night, wondering how everything went so wrong at the end. I made a huge mistake that night and now I was paying for it in more ways than one. I shouldn’t have kissed him, it was my rule, but seeing how ethereal he looked leaning over me, pupils blown wide with his lust my mind went blank. The only thing I wanted in that moment was to have my body ignite with fire and that’s exactly what happened.

The marks he left on my skin stayed for days after, a reminder how wrecked I was physically and mentally because of him.

It’s been almost eight months since that night and ever since then, my life hadn’t been the same. Noah’s scent, voice, and touch haunted my dreams when I was asleep and my thoughts when I was awake. I was the one that said in the beginning that I wanted nothing to come out of that night and here I was, standing in a crowd of people, wondering if he would be happy or upset that I was here. I would have seen him sooner but with him being in Europe and then only having a short time off after the tour, I wanted to make sure he had the time off he deserved. But now that their next tour started, I couldn’t stay away any longer, I needed to see him to know if Noah felt the same way.

Which is why I bought a ticket to a Bad Omens show a few hours away from where I lived and made the drive by myself.

The mistake I made that night?

Walking away from Noah Sebastian.

Tucking the paper ticket confirmation back into my pocket, I took a small sip of my beer as I waited for the show to begin. The second opening band just finished their set and Bad Omens were set to go on within the next half hour. I found a decent spot a few rows back from the main stage, off to the side, and I’d be lying if I told someone I wasn’t excited.

Ever since I saw them that night, I became addicted to their music and lyrics. Over the last eight months, I listened to all of their albums religiously and my situation with Noah aside, Bad Omens were one of my favorite bands now. Every time I listened to If I’m There, I couldn’t stop myself from thinking of Noah and I in the bath together, him humming that song to me.

There were plenty of times I wanted to ask Britt to ask either of the Nicks how Noah was doing but knew that it would appear creepy. Noah wasn’t mine to know what he was up to or if he was seeing anyone. It wasn’t any of my business.

I had no plans on telling Britt about the night in the hotel room with him but the next morning she came over and saw the marks littering my neck so there was no choice but to tell her. She, of course, was ecstatic for me I had found a good thing after my wreck of a previous relationship. That was when I had to tell her it was only a one-night thing. Britt said Noah, and I were idiots to stop something that was destined to happen.

“You’re insane,” I told her with a shake of my head. “We both agreed that a relationship isn’t what either of us need.”

“What’s insane is thinking you could have one night with him and be okay with that.”

In the eight months since, Jacob never contacted me. I think hearing Noah on the phone that night showed him I was moving on from him, which was the plan. So despite the pain my heart felt knowing Noah was all over the world the last few months, I was glad I never heard from Jacob again.

The lights dimmed while a deep voice echoed through the speakers of the venue, Bad Omens set beginning. My heart fluttered while my pulse quickened knowing that in a few seconds, I would see Noah again. My plan only consisted of seeing the show tonight. I didn’t think of what I would do after. There was a small hope he would notice me tonight in the crowd but now seeing how packed the venue was, that hope was dwindling away; even if I was close to the stage. I could hang out outside after the show to wait for him but was that too far? Would he think it was too much? Would he even come out to meet his fans?

Three bodies came out onto the stage and immediately recognized them as Jolly, Nick, and Folio. They took their spots on the stage, Jolly being on the side where I was standing, then a few seconds later Noah walked into his position, black jacket with the hood over his masked, covered face, their song Artificial Suicide opening up the show. As soon as I saw Noah, flashbacks to our night in his hotel room rushed in; him sitting naked on the edge of the bed, just adorning the ski mask. His tattoos were on full display as I kneeled before him, my hands tied behind my back, and his thick cock in my mouth.

Heat rushed between my legs, and I licked my lips with the want to taste him again.

For the next while, I let my mind forget about all of my problems and the memories of that night to let myself go. I sang and jumped along with the others in the crowd next to me, core tightening when Noah lost his mask and jacket.

During The Death of Peace of Mind, Noah came to the side of the stage where Jolly was to stand on the platform that was there. He sang the lyrics beautifully and as he move the microphone away from his face to take a deep breath, his eyes scanned the crowd until it fell onto me. My breath caught in my throat as sweat trickled down my spine, this time not from the warm bodies crowding around me. Noah’s eyes twinkled even under the dark lights, and jaw dropped. Before he could get a better look at me, the breakdown for the song hit and the crowd shifted, blocking my view from Noah as he nearly missed his mark.

I blinked a few times, not expecting him to catch me with how packed I was between the surrounding bodies. It was only a two seconds, and it was dark in here, there was no way he got a good look at me. Right?

I watched the rest of the show with excitement not only for the atmosphere but how the guys radiated their own energy onto the crowd. As they all stood in a row to thank everyone of us, something seemed off with Noah. His eyes scanned throughout the crowd, head shifting back and forth, almost as if he was looking for something. There was a hard frown pulling on his lips, almost a scowl, which unnerved me.

Fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.

With that thought weighing heavy on my mind, I slipped through the crowd and out of the building.

I should have left, should have started the long drive home, but no; I was waiting around with the dwindling crowd of fans who were hoping to glimpse the guys. It was me and three other people. Only my reason differed from theirs for staying. It’s been at least an hour of waiting and knowing I had a five-hour drive back home in the dark was the reason that I strapped my bag higher on my shoulder and turned on my heels to leave. I was halfway through the parking lot, turning the corner to leave when my name echoed in the quiet night.

“Y/N?”

Stopping suddenly, I peered over my shoulder and saw Folio leaning against the tour bus.

“Hey,” I smiled a little.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, walking up to the metal barricade that was being used to keep people away from the busses and trailers.

I was standing on the other side of it as I shrugged, words stuttering from my lips. “Uh, I-um.”

The thought of telling Folio why I was here, made my stomach churn and my tongue felt like it weighed five pounds. I didn’t know if Noah told him or any of the guys about our night together so I wasn’t sure what he knew.

Folio chuckled while stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Noah should be out in a minute. Some old friends from Virgina came to the show tonight, so he’s catching up with them.”

My stomach dropped. Was it that obvious?

“I’m not here for Noah,” I lied, eyes shifting away from his face down to my feet.

“Right,” Folio nodded. “Britt mentioned you were a terrible liar.”

Internally I scowled at my best friend. Of course he knew some things about me, since he was practically dating Britt.

“What else did Britt tell you?” I asked with a sigh.

We were standing in front of each other, the metal fence between us, and when Folio sighed, I could feel it deep in my heart. Whatever he was about to say either would break me or give me false hope.

“She may have mentioned that you and Noah spent a night together,” he trailed off.

I groaned. “This is so embarrassing. Why did I think this was a good idea? He’s probably going to think I’m a stalker. I should have left that night behind like he did.”

I muttered the last part under my breath but knew Folio heard because he grasped both of my shoulders, forcing me to look at him.

“Noah doesn’t think that, alright?” He said then dropped his hands back to his side.

I shook my head, regret for this entire night eating away at my insides, like the vulture that pecked away at Prometheus every day.

“You know what, this was stupid. Do me a favor and don’t tell him I was here?”

Before I could turn on my heels and retreat, the door to the venue opened and loud voices echoed in the air as a group of people dispersed into the parking lot.

His laugh burned deep into my heart, the familiarity of it causing my stomach to flutter, and for a second, time stood still as Noah, who was talking with someone, a small smile pulling at his lips. That was until his gaze turned slightly to the left, his eyes scanning the parking lot when it landed on me; a look of shock crossing over his soft features until the corners of his lips pulled up into a large smile.

Noah stood in place as we stared at each other, me marveling at how he looked with his white hat and white sweater that hung over his shoulders. His eyes, usually bright, now dulled with exhaustion from tonight's show and I would have worried that he was upset with seeing me if it wasn’t for the smile that was still plastered to his face.

“Hi”, I whispered, hands shaking with nerves.

"Hi,” Noah repeated, only his voice was louder, stronger. “What are you doing here?”

Neither of us made a move towards each other.

Folio, who was still on the other side of the gate along with Noah, watched our silent interaction with a lazy smile.

“She’s been waiting for you. You took so long she almost bailed and wanted me to keep it a secret,” he muttered to Noah while smacking his shoulder as he walked past him.

I narrowed my eyes at his back before calling after him. “Not cool!”

Folio responded with a wave of his hand before he disappeared back behind the building.

Noah still stared at me with a burning gaze and my skin felt like an inferno all over so I shifted on my feet.

“What?” I asked, feeling scrutinized under his eyes.

“I saw you tonight. In the crowd.”

I nodded with a sigh, no point in denying it. “Yeah.”

His voice was even and steady, not a hint of any emotion, and I hated not knowing how he felt about me being here tonight. The tension between us was worse, heavy and thick, and it was as if something was holding him back. Keeping him from doing or saying what he wanted. I couldn’t take it anymore. I needed to know the answer to the question that I’d been dying to ask.

“Why didn’t you reach out?” I wondered with a shaky breath.

Noah shrugged. “Why didn’t you?”

I pursed my lips, knowing I had no right to be upset about him not reaching out when I didn’t either; as much as I wanted too.

“Noah, I-.”

Someone from the group yelling Noah’s name cut my words off, and he turned slightly, giving whoever it was a quick nod of his head. Clearly they all had plans, and I was keeping Noah from them.

“You know what, I should go. The show was amazing but I’ve got a long drive back home.”

“Y/N.” Noah breathed.

I ignored the way my heart lurched at the way he said my name and turned to leave but felt soft fingers gently grasp my wrist. My eyes bounced from his hand up to his eyes, brows furrowed with slight confusion. Even this simple touch brought back the memories of our night together, of how his touch over my entire body brought every cell alive within me.

“Why are you here?” He asked.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I wanted to see the show.”

“Bullshit,” Noah scoffed. “You drove three hours to see us when next week we have a show that’s minutes from where you live?”

My teeth dug deep into my bottom lip when he saw right through my lie. Yes, I could have seen him when they came to my hometown next week but the thought of making the long drive out of my way called to the romantic part of me.

“Why are you here?” he asked again, this time with a slight squeeze to my wrist.

“I wanted to see you,” I admitted with a long breath.

There was no point in denying it anymore.

Noah’s face twitched as if he was trying to hide back the smile. “Why?”

Why? Why the fuck do you think?

I couldn’t speak, not wanting to say it out loud. I knew why I wanted to see him but suddenly in front of a group of his friends who were still within listening distance; I didn’t want Noah or them to know.

“Noah! Are you coming or what?”

I looked past him and saw someone waving Noah over.

“I won’t keep you, Noah. It was good seeing you but I’m going to go.”

This whole interaction with him and Folio was embarrassing, the last thing I needed was his other friends see how bad I fumbled in trying to get him back; although he was never mine to lose in the first place.

Noah shot me a look, one that rooted me right in place. “I swear if you keep threatening to leave, angel I’m going to bend you over and smack that ass in front of everyone.”

My lips parted, heat shooting directly to my core at his words. Every nerve in my body sparked with electricity as his hand left my wrist only for both of his hands to reach other the guard rail, gripping my hips.

“What are you doing?” I questioned.

Noah said nothing, simply lifting me up and over the metal gate, causing me to squeal in slight shock and slight delight. Now standing directly in front of him with no barrier between us, he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and began leading me towards the group of people that were waiting for him.

“Noah,” I murmured trying to stop him.

He ignored me as we came to a stop, Folio giving me an amused smirk. I didn’t doubt he would tell Britt all about this later.

Hell, who am I kidding. He probably already told her.

“Hey guys, this is Y/N.” Noah introduced me.

I gave the strangers a small nod but when I saw Jolly and Nick; I gave them a large smile.

“We knew we saw you tonight,” Jolly laughed.

“Yeah, I wanted to see the show,” I did my best to shrug in Noah’s embrace.

Having his body heat wrap around me like a cocoon did nothing to stop my erratic heart rate.

“Right, that’s why you drove three hours when we’re in your hometown next week?” Nick chuckled.

My eyes darted to my feet where I shifted uncomfortable. Noah noticed because he pulled me closer into him.

“You guys go ahead. I’m going to hang back with Y/N.”

This caused me to look up at him through my lashes. “You should go out with them.”

He ignored me, only talking with his friends for a few more seconds before he turned us around to led us towards his tour bus. Noah went in first, his hand extended towards me, and I took it with a small amount of hesitation. As soon as we stepped into the main area of the bus, his scent stood out among all the different ones and the familiarity eased my nerves only a little.

“You won’t get in trouble for having me in here?” I asked.

Noah snorted his laugh. “Come on, there’s an area in the back that’s private and we can talk.”

Talk.

I don’t know why that word made my heart fall into my stomach. That’s why I was here tonight, hoping to catch his attention. So why did the realization that’s what we were going to do fill me with so much disappointment?

What, did you think he was going to fuck you?

I pushed the thought away as we stepped into a small room at the back of the bus. It was a lounge area with a long couch that ran along one side while on the other there was a television with an array of gaming systems. Noah sat on the couch with a huff of breath while I stood in front of him running my hands up and down my thighs.

“Nervous?” Noah raised a brow.

I growled quietly, almost forgetting how perceptive he was with me, and stuffed my hands in the back of my jean pockets instead.

Noah motioned to the spot next to him. “You can sit. I’m not going to bite, well unless you want me too.”

Now the heat crept over other parts of my body remembering everywhere he bit me that night and eventually, I sat next to him leaving some space between us.

“Why didn’t you go out with your friends? Folio mentioned they were old friends from Virgina?”

“The thought of spending time with you sounded better,” Noah said without missing a beat.

I bit my tongue, not sure how to respond to that, so silence fell between us once again. My eyes were staring down at my intertwined fingers while his were glued on the side of my face, assessing my every movement like he was studying me.

"You're staring," I said.

“You look good, angel,” he mused.

Heat crept over my face in a blush and I tucked a piece of hair away from my face. “Thank you.”

His nickname for me woke the butterflies that lay dormant in my stomach the last few months. It still made my heart flutter into my throat and head spin with warmth.

"Has he called you at all?" Noah asked.

Even though he didn't say his name, I knew who he was talking about.

I shook my head. "Jacob hasn't bothered me since that night. I think he realized I wasn't going to take him back after he heard us together."

He gave a curt nod. "Have you called him?"

My eyes snapped over to him, anger slicing through him. "No, I haven't. In fact, I haven't been with anyone since that night. You kind of ruined the idea of being with anyone else."

This caused Noah to break out in a grin. "Good."

I scoffed, mouth falling agape. The fucking audacity of this man, saying that it was good he messed up my future dating life because I was too held up on him?

"You're unbelievable," I said with a slight edge to my voice.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I haven't been with anyone else, either."

"Congratulations, I bet that must have been so hard for you. Do you want a medal?"

I laid the sarcasm on thick in hopes he couldn't hear the excitement in my voice hearing his revelation. I was ecstatic Noah hadn't been with anyone else. Which meant he had to have some feelings for me, right?

Noah hummed. "Such sass coming from that mouth. Do I need to stuff it with something else?"

That shut me up as I sat back against the cushions of the couch with my arms over my chest. My knee bounced in anger, not at Noah but because he said things that not only shut me up but set my entire being up in flames. It seemed like no matter what I said to him, he would barley react. How do I know how he's feeling about me while he's basically reading my mind?

"I didn't hear a no," he said.

I cocked my head to the side. "Is that why you invited me on your bus so you can tease me?"

Noah raised a finger to brush a strand of hair away, tucking it behind my ear. "Believe me, Y/N. I want to tease you in so many ways."

I audibly gulped, something I knew he heard, because now his fingers were trailing down the side of my neck before resting his hand over my collarbone.

"You can say no but with how hard your heart is beating, I know the truth," he whispered.

This wasn't where I wanted our conversation to go. Even if my body was coming alive with his touch, I needed Noah to know how I felt about him. We had sexual chemistry, that was pretty clear, but was there a chance there could be more between us?

"Noah," I licked my lips. "I need to tell you something."

"You're not pregnant, are you?" He joked.

I stared at him dumbfounded. "If I was pregnant, don't you think I'd be showing by now?"

Noah shrugged with a chuckle while leaning away from me, back in his previous spot. "I know you're not. I'm just trying to lighten the mood."

When I didn't laugh, he sighed while running a hand over his face. It was late and after the long day he had, I suddenly felt guilty for keeping him awake.

"You're tired," I noted.

"Yeah, it's been a long day. We're only four shows in this tour but I'm already exhausted."

Noah's eyes locked with mine as he pointed to me. "If I didn't want you here, angel, I wouldn't have invited you. I want to spend time with you, no matter how exhausted I am."

The corner of my mouth turned up in a smile.

"When do you guys have to leave for the next city?" I asked.

"Tomorrow morning. Everyone wants to get on the road by 9 but depends on how hungover they are," Noah laughed a little.

"Oh," I nodded dissapointed.

I didn't expect him to stay back because of me, forget about his job for me. But knowing that yet again we only have less than twelve hours together made my stomach fall. I dared a quick peak at the time on my phone and groaned when I realized it was nearing midnight. The drive back home was daunting, especially in the dark, and I was regretting not booking a hotel room.

"Are you driving back tonight?" Noah asked.

I nodded. "Yeah so I should probably get on the road soon."

When he said nothing, I peered up at him to see his jaw was clenched.

"Why did you come here tonight, Y/N?"

I sighed, not wanting to explain myself yet again but before I could, Noah's started up again.

"We both agreed to have one night together, one of the best nights I had in a long time. It killed me to have you walk away. Ask any of the guys, you leaving wrecked me."

I blinked, taken aback by his confession, but my mouth had ran dry like the desert. Words felt foreign on my lips as I tried to say something.

"Then eight months later you show up, out of the blue, expecting what?" Noah questioned.

"No-nothing. I wanted to see you," I stumbled over my words, not expecting him to get this upset about me showing up tonight.

The more I thought about how angry he was suddenly made my anger burn low in my stomach and I raised to my feet, hand clenched into fists at my side.

"If it wrecked you so bad, why didn't you stop me or called me?" I accused.

Noah stood to his feet, closing the distance between us and due to how tall he was, I had to raise my chin up at him.

"You walked away, Y/N!"

"It's what we agreed on!" I yelled while raising my hands.

Noah tossed off his hat, throwing it to the couch behind him then ran a hand through his hair.

"We also agreed on never seeing each other again but here you are," he motioned towards me.

I bit down on the inside of my cheek, almost hard enough to taste blood, and took a deep breath. I never expected us to get into a fight about this but knew that if one of us didn't calm down, it would get even uglier. Plus, I wasn't sure if anyone had come back from the bar and was sitting on the bus listening to our conversation.

"Fuck, you don't make any sense, Noah! You tell me you're happy to spend time with me but then in the same breath complain that I'm standing in front of you," I shot back.

Noah took a small step towards me. "Why did you come tonight?"

"Oh, here we go again," I pinched my eyes shut. "I already told you, I wanted to see you."

Another step towards me and I felt the heat radiate off of Noah. We were so close now, if I tilted my head up half an inch, our lips would touch. I didn't, though, no matter how bad I wanted too.

"Why?" He pressed again.

All the anger was gone from his voice. The only thing I could hear was slight desperation.

I slowly licked my lips, something Noah watched with intense eyes, and as much as I wanted to tell him the truth, the fear of what would happen if I did made me falter.

"It doesn't matter," I shook my head. "You're leaving in the morning and we'll go back to where we were before I came here tonight."

"Come with me."

I blinked a few times at Noah, wondering if I heard him right.

"What?" I asked.

He stepped closer to me invading my personal space and I could feel his warm breath fan across my lips. Noah's fingers brushed up against the exposed skin of my thigh at the edge of my shorts and I shivered, goosebumps covering my skin.

"Come with me," he repeated.

"I can't," I shook my head. "I have work and-."

"I thought you were an author and worked from home," Noah said with a furrowed brow.

He remebered that?

I told him what I did for work when we were taking a bath together that night

"We barley know each other, Noah. We might get annoyed with each other after the first night," I said.

Noah's hand moved from my thigh to my hip, giving it a squeeze.

"It's a big bus, plenty of space to have some time apart. We could use the time to get to know each other. Nobody know's their partner when they first start dating," he shrugged as if it wasn't a huge deal.

My heart skipped as all the breath caught in my throat but I held my face stern, not letting him know how excited I was at his words.

"We're not dating, though," I pointed out.

The corner of his lip turned up in a sly smirk, hands now sprawled over my lower back.

"Not yet."

"You seem pretty confident that I'll say yes," I somewhat joked with a laugh.

Noah leaned closer to my lips but didn't press his against them. "You came to see me tonight, angel. It's safe to say that I already have you."

I whimpered as one of his hands wrapped around my throat, thumb tilting my chin away to expose my neck. Noah's lips left soft kisses along my jawline before trailing down to that one spot on my neck that made my knees weak. They would have buckled under his kisses but Noah's free hand wrapped around my back keeping me upright.

"Come with me," he breathed into my neck in between leaving marks.

I did my best to shake my head in his grasp, a small moan falling from my lips betraying my denying him.

"What would the guys say?" I asked.

"They won't care."

The invitation sounded amazing; on the road with him and getting to watch a Bad Omens show almost every night. The thought of getting to know Noah made my stomach do that weird butterfly flutter. To be honest, I had no reason to deny his invitation, but I didn't want to accept without knowing how he felt about me.

Even if his actions right now were pretty clear.

I swallowed thickly, trying to gain the courage to ask my next question, knowing this could make or break the rest of the night.

"What if we realize that all this relationship is just sex?"

Noah briefly pulled away from the mark on my neck to look into my eyes. His grip was still on my chin so he held it tighter.

"I can promise you, it's not just that. I want to get to know you, angel. I could wait until tour's over to spend time with you but I don't think I can let you leave again. Not when I have you this close to me," Noah said.

His name came out in a hushed whisper as I leaned into him. The desperation and hurt in his voice told me that when I walked away from him eight months ago, it really wrecked him.

"I can't," I tried again to make him realize that this was a bad idea. "Being with each other every day could push us apart rather than bring us together."

It was true.

There wasn't denying that I had strong feelings for Noah and I feared that if I were on the road with him, we would slowly get sick of each other. And when he would drop me off at some random city, it would fucking break me.

How do you know he would? He treated you like a queen that night. Noah wouldn't throw you away like that.

My mind was reeling with the constant back and forth of my thoughts that it surprised me I didn't have whiplash.

"Why are you so against coming with me?" Noah asked while pulling away.

I scoffed. "Can you blame me? I barley know you and you're asking me to spend weeks with you."

"You barley know who I was when you let me fuck you that night," his eyes narrowed.

A heat flushed over my cheeks as I tore my gaze away from him and let out a deep breath.

"This is different," I murmured.

"Is there someone else?"

My eyes immediately snapped back over to him as I sternly shook my head. "No, I've already told you; I haven't been with anyone else since you. You're all I can think about, Noah."

His hand reached for me but I took a step away from him, knowing that if I felt his large hands engulf around me again, it would shatter whatever resolve I built within me. And the longer I stood this close to him, the worse my walls would disintegrate.

"I should go," I sighed. "It's late and I hate driving in the dark."

It looked like Noah wanted to say something but his lips pulled in a tight line while his hands were stuffed deep into his pockets. With one final longing glace, I stiffened my shoulders as I walked past him, the pain of leaving yet again muted by the burning sensation I felt in my throat; tears gathered in the corners of my eyes but I refused to cry. I barley made it to the door of the room when Noah muttered something under his breath before I felt my body being pushed up against that door.

Noah's gaze bounced between my eyes then down to my lips. My own drifted up to him, and it was over. Sparks shot through my entire existence when I felt his lips press hard against mine in a soul shattering, earth ending kiss. His tongue pushed past my lips almost instantly, finding mine in a fight for dominance. I didn't fight it because despite me declining staying with him; I wanted this so fucking bad. I missed the way he tasted, the way his lips molded perfectly against mine, and the way heat shot to my core, clit throbbing with the need for more.

He broke away to take a large breath before his lips found mine again in a hard kiss, driving them apart with the force of it. There wasn't anything gentle about it. I felt the door behind me rattle as Noah shifted his body, thigh pressing between my legs and against my pussy. I moaned into the kiss which made his grip on my hips tighten. Every thought in my head exploded to a pure, pounding, white light, and I felt the tight curl of desire burn low in my belly while I rubbed my swollen clit against Noah's thick thigh. The sensation made my toes curl in my shoes. It twisted inside of me, bending all of my rules, and snapping that last little of restraint. I tried one last time to stop this, stop Noah from consuming every single cell of my body.

"No," he said, bringing my lips back to his.

It was just like how it was before and I slid my hands under his shirt, skin ablaze with his own desire, to pull him closer to me. The low groan at the back of his throat, a small pleading noise that set every inch of my body on fire.

"Come with me." Noah almost begged this time against my lips after he pulled away.

My orgasm was on the verge of tilting over the edge, cresting to a high crescendo, as he pressed his thigh harder into me. My hips were moving in an ugly rhythm at this point but I didn't care, I needed this orgasm like I needed oxygen.

"Noah," I choked out as my orgasm plowed through me with an earth shattering scream.

"Fuck, angel," Noah cursed while covering my mouth with his large hand. "You need to be quiet, okay?"

Suddenly, the noises on the other side of the door filled my ears, and I realized some of the guys had returned from the bar. I breathed through the last bit of my orgasm against Noah's hand as he swiftly picked me up and laid me down onto the couch. Our eyes locked as his hands when to the waistband of his shorts, pausing for my answer. It wasn't to his earlier question. I should say no because this could further confuse things for us but I didn't care; I wanted Noah.

I nodded feverishly. "Please fuck me, Noah."

He made a low noise in the back of his throat before quickly stepping out of his shorts and briefs and made fast work of tossing his shirt away from him. I couldn't stop the way I hungrily stared at him, his tattoos shadowed by the moonlight from outside. That was the only light on now because Noah shut off the one in this room, afraid that if someone was lurking outside the bus, they could see us inside.

"Safe word?" He asked.

My heart did that stupid fluttering it always did when I was around him. With those two simple words, it was as if we piked up right where we left off.

I nodded. "I remember."

"Take your clothes off then get on your knees."

I did exactly what he demanded, and soon I was kneeling, naked, in front of him. Noah's fingers pulled at my hair, forcing me to look up at him. His dark eyes were blown wide with his desire and I felt my arousal pool between my legs.

"I told you I would stuff this pretty mouth with something," his thumb brushed over my bottom lip. "Now, choke on my cock."

Yes, sir.

I moaned at how delicious he tasted as I took his entire length between my lips, the pre-cum staining them. His head hit the back of my throat and I choked out a gag, Noah groaning at the tension it caused on his cock.

"Good girl, take all of it," he praised, hand brushing the soft strands of my hairs away from my face.

I preened at his praise while my fingers dug into the skin of his thighs, needing to hold something to keep my steady. Noah's pace as he fucked my face was relentless and drool fell from the corners of my mouth onto the floor beneath us.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned when my tongue massaged the large vein underneath his shaft. "Just like that, angel. Yes."

I looked up at him just in time to see his head fall back, lips parted in pure bliss. The muscles in his stomach were tense and taut, his orgasm rising with each suck and pull of my mouth. My jaw was sore and my lips numb but I didn't stop. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his cum. Pulling almost all the way off of him, I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, tongue lapping up the pre-cum that spilled onto my tongue.

"I'm going to cum, angel. Take it all again, please."

Oh fuck. Hearing him beg for it almost made my orgasm plow through me.

With his whole length in my mouth again, I kept my head still as Noah's grasped on the side of my head tightened, his hips slamming into my mouth. He came with a silent cry, warm cum spilling into the back of my mouth and down my throat; I swallowed every drop.

"Kneel on the couch with your back to me," Noah helped me to my feet before positioning me like he said. "Hands on the window."

Once positioned how he wanted, Noah stalked behind me and brushed the head of his still-hard cock against my wet folds and I moaned while letting my head fall back into his chest. I felt his warm breath against the shell of my ear before he left a kiss there.

"You need to be quiet. I don't want anyone to hear how pretty you sound when you fall apart on my cock."

My eyes rolled to the darkness of my head, our shared desire making my stomach coil with so much fire it was almost unbearable waiting for him to sink into me. The faint voices on the other side of the bus had grown in volume, laughter breaking its way past the door.

Noah's fingers grazed over the lips of my pussy and I groaned, bucking my hips against his touch.

"So needy. How bad do you want my cock?"

"So bad," I breathed.

"Then beg for it, angel," Noah bit down on the skin between my neck and shoulder.

I nearly hissed in pleasure and pain.

"Please, Noah. I want your cock," I begged with a whine.

Both of us moaned when he pressed deep inside of me, his cock stretching my walls around him.

"Keep your hands on the window," he ordered.

I was too far gone in how his cock felt inside of me I barley nodded as his one arm wrapped around my stomach while the other tighten around my throat. Noah squeezed until I felt the air being ripped away from me, his cock slamming into me with no reserve. He didn't hold back, and I didn't want him too. I wanted it to hurt, wanted it to burn, that I wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow. And this position he had me in made him hit the exact spot that made my vision blur.

When I felt the darkness cascading over me due to how tight he was gripping my throat, Noah eased his grip and I swallowed a large gulp of air. My orgasm was so close, I just needed a little something to have it wash over me. As my hand moved to my clit, Noah smacked my ass, the sound echoing throughout the small room.

"Noah," I groaned, wanting to feel the sting again.

So he smacked my ass again, then a third time, and a fourth then after the fifth strike, he palmed the heated skin. I was writing in his embrace which made him grunt in frustration.

"I need to go deeper," he said while lifting me off of the couch, cock still buried deep inside of me.

He set me down in front of the wall next to the door of the room and kicked my legs apart while pulling my hips away from the wall. I had to brace my hands against it so I could keep myself balanced. He had us perfectly hidden behind the door that if someone walked in, they would only see Noah's bare chest.

"Why won't you come with me?" He questioned again, hips now moving in slow languid strokes.

"Noah," I whined while pushing my hips against him. I needed the fire that he brought on by his erratic thrusts.

"Answer. Me." He enunciated each word with a stroke of his cock.

I shook my head. "I can't."

"Yes."

Thrust.

"You."

Thrust.

"Can."

Thrust.

These thrusts were hard, and I cried out in pain, biting my lip when I realized how loud I was. Almost instantly, there was a knock on the door and Noah's hips stilled for a moment then leaned his body over mine to whisper in my ear.

"Not a sound, angel."

With a quick run of his hand through his messy hair, Noah opened the door just far enough that whoever was on the other side couldn't see past him.

"Everything alright?"

Jolly's accent flowed through the room and I froze in Noah's bruising embrace, his hands digging into the skin of my hips.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Noah answered.

I couldn't see Jolly but I'm sure his brow was raised. "We thought we heard someone scream."

A small whimper crawled its way through my throat when Noah began moving his hips again and I bit down on my lip tasting blood so I could keep quiet.

"It was Y/N. She was watching something on her phone and it scared her."

The way this man easily lied was almost shocking.

"She still here?" Jolly asked.

As I peered over my shoulder, I saw Noah nod. "Yeah."

Jolly hummed before rapping his knuckle against the door. "Use protection."

The door had shut so fast I nearly jumped in Noah's hands with how loud it slammed. I saw a tattooed hand wrap around my throat to haul me up against his warm chest.

"I told you to be quiet," he hissed low in my ear.

"I'm sorry," I said and tried to make him move his hips again, missing the friction.

"Did you want him to know I was fucking this pretty pussy, hm? Does the idea of being caught make you wet?"

Oh, lord. This man knew exactly what to say to make my pussy gush with my arousal.

"Yes it doesn, I can feel the way your pussy grips my cock," Noah groaned in the crook of my neck.

"Noah, please. I'm so close," I said breathlessly.

His finger pressed on my swollen clit and rubbed in fast, short circles, while he thrusted into me over and over, the pace bone shattering.

"Cum for me, angel. I'm right behind you."

We both groaned out our release as Noah fucked me through the aftershocks, my knees buckling from the intensity of it all. Noah fell to the ground with me right after him, his arms wrapping around me as I leaned into his chest. I wasn't sure how long we lay there tangled in each other, but the solace of it all made my eyes heavy with exhaustion.

"Y/N?"

I hummed in response to Noah, unable to speak.

"I won't ask you again to come on the road with me. I told you in the beginning I won't force you to do anything you don't want too but can you promise me that when the tour is over, we can give this a shot?"

Looking up at him, I left a soft kiss to the array of tattoo's on his chest. "I don't know, Noah. My last relationship fucked with my head so much I don't know how to be in something so normal."

"You don't even want to try?"

I sat up with a sigh and ran a hand through my messy hair, trying to tame it. "Like you said, maybe once the tour is over we can talk about things."

Noah sat up after me and gave me a curt nod. "Sure."

Now after the sex haze had faded, the tension returned, and I hated how fast a good thing between us was ruined all because I couldn't commit to something so perfect; someone so perfect because of my own fucked up brain. Why did I even come here tonight? All I ended up doing was messing with Noah's heart even more.

I hastily gathered my clothes and got dressed, not once meeting Noah's gaze.

"I should really leave. It's late and I have to drive home. I'll see you later?," I said once dressed, eyes still glued to my feet.

Noah nodded while resting his elbows on his knees. "Bye, angel."

I was going to be late; so fucking late.

With the coffee clutched tightly in one hand, I dragged my suitcase behind me after I waved off my Uber driver and looked around the almost empty parking lot of the hotel. An ungodly loud yawn crawled its way out of my throat as I checked the time on my watch. It was almost ten in the morning and I was running on no sleep, well besides the half hour I got on the long car ride here. But the nerves of what I was doing woke me up. All night and early this morning, my brain had fought tooth and nail with my heart about my decision.

He's going to hurt you. You can't trust him, you barley know him-brain.

I don't care. No one has ever made my body come alive the way he has. The way I flutter every time he talks or laughs. The way his eyes light up whenever he looks at me tells me everything I need to know-heart.

In the end, my heart won and here I was standing in the parking lot of the hotel Folio sent me looking for their tour bus hoping they hadn't left yet. I didn't tell Folio why I needed to know what hotel they were staying at but I'm sure he knew. Also, Noah must have gotten my number from Britt because he called me halfway through my drive and when I didn't answer, he left me a four worded voicemail.

"Please come with me."

After leaving Noah last night, about a half hour into the drive home, I knew I would turn back around almost as soon as I returned. The thought of breaking Noah's heart for leaving again made my stomach churn with something so sour, I knew I couldn't do it. He was ready to give us a shot, so why shouldn't I? Noah was nothing like Jacob, he's already shown me that.

"I might have blown the best thing that could happen to me," I grumbled to myself as I reached the back of the hotel parking lot.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I saw the Bad Omens tour bus parked with their lower doors open, suitcases littered around it. Jolly descended from the bus and when he saw me walk up, he crossed his arms over his chest, an amused smile on his face. Thoughts of last night when he almost caught Noah, and it made my cheek blush red. Thankfully, I didn't have to face any of the guys when I left the bus last night since I assumed they all retreated to their bunks.

"About time," he chuckled while taking my bag from me and tossing in the bus's underpart.

I stared at him. "What?"

"The Nick's and I were wondering when you were going to show up."

"Did Folio say something?" I asked, worried the surprise was ruined.

Jolly shook his head. "Noah's been in a mood all morning so we figured it was because he thought you weren't coming with. But we knew you'd end up changing your mind."

I scoffed and took a large drink of my now cold coffee as Nick and Folio exited the hotel, their own bags slung around their shoulder. When their eyes landed on me, Nick smacked Folio's shoulder while the latter chuckled.

"You're late," Folio commented.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm running on thirty minutes of sleep, Folio. I didn't get home till almost five in the morning and had two hours to pack and get things in order before finding an Uber that would drive me three hours back here."

He ruffled my already messy bun and tossed his bag along with the rest of them. "Noah's on the bus, why don't you head up there."

"Are you guys fine with this? I don't want to impose."

Nick gave my shoulder a light shove, pushing me towards the bus. "His bunk is the third one on the bottom left."

Following his directions, I stepped onto the quiet bus and when I stopped in front of Noah's bunk; the curtain was drawn, and a soft snore echoed in my ears; I let my purse and laptop bag drop to the floor quietly and set my coffee next to it all. The curtain made no noise as I peeled it back seeing Noah's sleeping form curled underneath a blanket. Kicking off my shoes, I climbed into the bunk with him and wrapped my arm around his bare chest, leaving an array of soft kisses against the tattoos there.

Noah stiffened with my touch and slowly opened one eye, staring down at me. I gave him a lazy smile and pulled the blanket over me, cuddling closer into his warmth.

"Fuck, I'm so tired. Can you scoot over a bit? I'm about to fall off," I joked.

Suddenly realizing I was lying next to him, Noah had me pinned to the bed, hips pressing hard into mine. I could feel the outline of his cock through his sleep shorts against my leggings and a soft moan fell from my lips. I was too exhausted to change into something nicer and knowing I would be lounging on the bus called for something comfortable.

"You came," he breathed into the crook of my neck.

I ran a hand through his sleep-tousled hair and left a kiss on his forehead. "You called."

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian and reader #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens #bad omens reader

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moumouton4 · 8 months

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Caught In The Act || Iruka Umino x reader

A/n : Prompt 10 of the Smutember 2023

The list of promps is HERE

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Warnings : no mention of gender for reader, penetrative sex, slight exhibitionism, caught in the act duh 😂, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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I don’t give permission to repost my work, if you want to share it just reblogue it

Word count : 923

You asked and he said no, even if he was dying to say yes. The only problem was that the place wasn't originally designed to witness two young adults engage in sexual activity. Though after your fingers trailed along his arms and your lips peppered his neck with soft and burning kisses, he forgot all about the risks that making love in a classroom could potentially bring. His shyness gave way to lust, a burning fire that only you could awaken in him.

Despite this, he still had a lot of respect for his classroom, that’s why he decided to take you on his desk instead of one of the kids’ tables. That’s how you found yourself pressed against the hard wooden desk, with your fiancé thrusting at a fast pace inside of you. You chose to keep both your top, only pulling down your pants enough to make your skin intimately get in contact - he looked so hot with his trousers pulled down to his ankles lmao. He couldn’t deny that he found this as inappropriate as thrilling. But seeing you there under him, with your legs slightly parted was the only thing he needed to let go of any inhibition. The classroom, still full of life 1 hour ago, was now filled with the sound of your colliding bodies and your erratic breathing.

And if at first he tried to hide his moans, at some point it was as if he forgot where you actually were at the moment “Y/nnnn ! You’re g-gripping me so ti-tightly !” He kept on moving, probably undisturbed by the sound of the desk scraping against the floor. All he could think about was you and the pleasure you were giving him. He knew he'd soon reach the climax of his pleasure, and feeling how wet you were, you surely were as close.

But just as he was about to grip you harder to speed up his rhythm, he heard a noise. He couldn’t even decipher what it was, because too bad that’s the moment you choose to moan his name “Iruk-” but he stopped you with his hand on your mouth. His hips stopped his thrusts but he kept rolling them against you, just in case it was a false alert. For a fleeting moment, the room fell into a wary silence ( Is that even English to say ? ), A mixture of anxiety and adrenaline invaded you, your breaths tried to calm down, while the incessant sound of his belt buckle reminded you that he was still moving to make you feel good, even if it was as gentle as he could.

Unfortunately it wasn't a false alert, and before you could even process what was happening, the door before you, the only thing - with those walls - that protected your intimacy, swung open.

Then an all-too-familiar face appeared, holding a book in his hand and seemingly engrossed in his reading. Well, until he looked up. That's when your long-time friend, Kakashi, the copy ninja, met the gaze of the now horrified teacher - fortunately your back was to him. Your position helped hide Iruka's cock that was still hard and nestled inside of you. He felt protective of you and in a split second tried to hide what little flesh Kakashi could see, despite his awkwardness at being seen in such a situation.

For Kakashi, it was the first time he'd seen the eyes of his seemingly "most innocent" friend so blown with lust, but above all “What the hell are you two doing here ?!? No, nevermind I don’t want an answer for that” and with that he left - hopefully his mask hid how red his cheeks were - after what felt like hours knowing the predicament you were in. ( A/n : Kakashi came to retrieve some ninja book Iruka said he was going to lend him. Though he forgot about it because of how aroused he was ). Your man let out a shuddering breath, as he looked into your eyes you could only read worry inside his beautiful brown orbs “A-are you okay ? I-I’m sorry I totally forgot he was going to come. I’m an idiot-”

But you didn’t let him finish his ramble as you tenderly caught his face in your hands “Shhh shh I’m fine don’t worry. Are you ?” and he nodded at your soothing voice “Good then” you said before kissing his nose. You could feel that he was still throbbing inside you, but with everything it was sure that you were going to finish here. He oh so caringly pulled out before he cleared his throat, his face and neck still so red “L-let’s go back h-home. At least no one will disturb us there”

You followed his lead, dressing back up and helping him smooth his hair while he did the same with yours. As you exited the school you couldn’t help but say “Next time we’ll think about locking the door”

“There won’t be next times Y/n !” he screamed still visibly flustered. So the two of you walked hand in hand back to your house, where you made love all night long to compensate for this slight but extremely annoying inconvenience. And every second Iruka couldn't help but marvel at having been the lucky person chosen to share these emotionally-charged moments with you.

( A/n : Even I don’t know if Kakashi is going to roast Iruka for that. Tell me what you think lmao )

#naruto #naruto imagine #naruto smut #naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden imagine #naruto shippuden smut #iruka umino #iruka umino imagine #iruka umino x reader #iruka umino smut #iruka umino x reader smut #iruka x reader #iruka x reader smut #iruka smut #smutember 2023 #smut #miri-writes

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writtenfangirl · 11 months

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Tomorrow

Steve Rogers Fic

I wrote this fic because Chris Evans was declared People's Magazine World's Sexiest Man and it's been a year. I can't believe I only got around to finishing it now.

Y/N’s home could only really be called a villains lair.

It’s high cavernous walls; the gothic spires that towered over the lot; the human-sized gargoyles that lined the dark roof; and the dark exterior cut an imposing figure against the backdrop of the grey sky meeting the even greyer sea. It was perched high above a cliff, carved into the very stone of the mountain.

The frigid salty wind that bellowed from the sea had rain slapping against Steve’s suit, darkening it’s blue leather. He hated the miserable weather, the dark grey sky and the pelting rain reminded Steve of memories of the war that he would rather sooner forget.

But right now, he couldn’t care less.

His feet slapped against the gravel, taking him up to the foyer of Y/N’s home. The large oak doors of her home were slammed shut and Steve found his hands rapping against the wood. He could almost imagine the sound echoing around the cavernous house, up towards Y/N’s room.

Steve knew Y/N didn’t get many visitors and so his presence was an anomaly to her.

She had a sordid reputation after all, one that had her painted as an enemy of the Avengers.

But right now, Steve didn’t care about that.

In fact, all Steve could care about right now was Y/N.

“Y/N, open up!” He banged against the solid doors once again, his body a live wire of buzzing energy and adrenaline begging to be released.

He was met with silence.

The rain was beginning to pelt harder against his body, the wind howling in the distance. The storm was a big one, the biggest of the year if the news was right. Worry and panic seized Steve the moment he heard, his heart thrumming loudly in his throat. Y/N didn’t live in the friendliest of environments and though he knew she would loathe Steve for caring about her, he couldn’t help it.

“Y/N!”

Still no response.

He could break down the door. She’d hate him for sure but she’d always hated him. At least this way, he knew she was okay.

“Y/N, I swear—“

“Rogers?”

Her voice had been swallowed by the wind and if it wasn’t for his exceptional hearing, Steve wouldn’t have heard her lovely voice.

The relief that seized him nearly had his knees buckling to the ground. He spun, meeting Y/N’s E/C eyes, wide with surprised and confusion. Despite the hard sleets of rain that continued to rain down, she was perfectly dry, not a strand of hair out of place. Her face was perfectly made up, her lips painted a beautiful red, rouge streaking her cheeks. She looked wonderful and alive.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Y/N didn’t sound as furious as she usually did, simply confused. As if seeing Steve standing in her front door had stunned her to silence.

Steve didn’t care. He reached for her, relieved to find her hard and solid beneath her hands and not some ghostly apparition.

“There’s a storm,” Steve panted, eyes locking to Y/N’s own E/C ones, “biggest of the year. I-I thought… I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Her eyes fluttered in surprise. “You… you wanted to see if I was okay?”

Steve nodded, unabashed. He was glad to see that she was fine and there was no hiding the relief that had him straightening.

He knew he wasn’t suppose to care about her. She was the villain and he was a hero. He was suppose to hate her, capture her right now for whatever nefarious scheme she was no doubt plotting to take down the Avengers.

But he didn’t care about that right now.

He didn’t care about their roles and he certainly didn’t care about what his teammates would say or what other people would say. Right now, all he cared about was her.

Y/N seemed to hesitate before she pushed past him and opened her heavy front door as easily as if it was made of plastic.

A roaring fire was raging in the hearth of her living room, the smell of cookies baking in the oven like an invitation to Steve, begging him to enter through the threshold.

“Why don’t you come in?” Y/N said softly, waiting by the opened door. “Maybe wait for the storm to settle before you leave?”

Steve looked down at his sodden clothes, at the fat drops of water that dripped to the floor. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I might ruin your furniture.”

Y/N stretched out her hand towards him, her fingers hovering above his face. A strange warm sensation enveloped Steve, like a blanket had suddenly been wrapped around his shoulders. Steve looked down, his clothes suddenly dried. His hair, that was once plastered on his forehead, was now dry and fluffy and not a drop of water splashed on his shoes. In fact, even the puddle that had steadily gathered around his feet had been wiped cleaned, lightening the once dark wood. Magic was strange but there was no denying its benefits.

“Come on in.” Y/N stepped aside, her face impassive.

Despite racing here upon learning of the raging storm, Steve hesitated now. He’d never been inside of Y/N’s home and though their relationship was more or less antagonistic, it felt strange to have her invite him to her sanctuary. He felt like an intruder, rifling through Y/N’s innermost secrets in the hope of gleaning information to use against her in their next confrontation.

Thunder rumbled loudly above their heads followed by a flash of lightning that briefly illuminated Y/N’s features. She was peering at him through her lashes, her lips pursed as if she herself was unsure she should let Steve in. He wondered if she’d turn him away now.

Instead, she further leaned into the door, opening the entrance even wider. “I don’t bite. Well, I don’t bite hard. So come on in before I magic you into a deep sleep and you can have Stark kiss you awake.”

The smell of cookies continued to waft through the opened door and that was enough to convince Steve to get in.

He felt warm almost immediately, the chill that had previously gripped him suddenly chased away by the magic in the atmosphere. The smell of melted butter further saturated his nose, the warm fire raging in the living room permanently removing the chill of the outside world.

“Shoes off,” Y/N said as she removed her own shoes, placing it neatly on the shoe rack by the door.

Steve followed suit, desperately trying to remove the feeling of awkwardness that seized him.

Y/N walked into her home, not bothering to wait for Steve to follow her.

Despite the imposing exterior of Y/N’s home, the interior told a different story. It was warm and inviting, the walls painted a rich green and covered with beautiful paintings. Red velvet furniture was scattered all about the space, the most notable being the large floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that covered the right side of the room. It was filled with books and different sculptures decorated the empty spaces. There was even a medieval suit of armor between the shelves. There was a staircase to the left, leading to what Steve could only assume was the bedrooms. A lush carpet was laid before him, covering the whole expanse of the room.

Steve followed Y/N, who’d walked through the a door next to the fireplace.

The smell of baking cookies intensified, causing Steve’s mouth to water. He’d always had a bit of a sweet tooth and even now, in the presence of his enemy, he couldn’t deny the pang of cravings.

Y/N led them to a modern kitchen, one that was vastly different from the living room they’d just left. There was a kitchen island in middle with white leather seats lining the side and even a breakfast nook big enough for eight people towards the right. There was a TV on the farthest wall of the nook, turned off and quiet. The panels of the countertops were a gleaming marble, the walls painted a pretty light blue. There were two refrigerators, wide enough to fit at least two people inside and no doubt fully stocked with cooking ingredients and snacks. One of the counters was occupied by an espresso machine, as fully stocked as a busy cafe with equipment Steve didn’t know the name of scattered around the side. The stove was set on the other side, with eight burners set against shiny metal. There were two ovens below it, one of it lit and where no doubt the smell of baking cookies came from. There was a bookshelf to the side below the TV, filled with different cookbooks and some in languages Steve couldn’t understand. While the living room was warm and slightly dark, the kitchen was all light, the walls covered in windows that let in plenty of light even with the dark grey sky.

“I’m sorry for the mess. I wasn’t expecting guests,” Y/N said, the words coming out almost stiffly. An apron magically appeared around her waist and she got around to continuing whatever it was she was doing before Steve got here.

In truth, Steve wasn’t sure where the mess was. The kitchen was clean and pristine without even a speck of dust floating in the air. He wasn’t sure what to say so he stayed silent, his eyes roving around the space.

“Anything you prefer to drink?” Y/N said just as the oven dinged. She pulled open the door of the oven and with the use of her powers, telekinetically moved the hot tray of cookies towards the kitchen isle. “I make a mean cup of coffee. Or if you want some chocolate or tea, I can make those for you too.”

“Coffee sounds great,” Steve said with a slight smile, pushing aside the awkwardness. It was strange, he thought, that the only pieces of conversation Steve ever had with Y/N was when he’d captured her or when she was monologuing her villainous plans or when she was behind bars and was too tired to escape, choosing instead to make idle conversation with Steve.

“You can take a seat, you know,” Y/N gestured at one of the stool in the kitchen island and Steve watched in wonder as what seemed like invisible hands pulled the stool, giving him space to take a seat.

Steve didn’t even hesitate. He took a seat on the stool and silently watched as Y/N used her powers to move the cookies to a cooling rack. An almost white glow seemed to envelop the cookies as they slowly moved from one tray to the next. She moved assuredly, her eyes trained in concentration in the task before her. “How do you like your coffee, Rogers?”

Steve paused, a little surprised by the question but he wasn’t really sure why. She’d already offered to make it for him. Why should he be surprised that she would make it to his liking? “To be honest, I’m not sure.”

At that, she stopped. Her eyes snapped to his face, her brows furrowing in confusion. “You don’t know what kind of coffee you like?”

“Well back then our only option was black. No cream or sugar because of the war. There’s all these options now and I’ve never really got around to exploring them before.”

With the way Y/N stared at him, it was a miracle a hole hadn’t burned through his forehead.

“Why don’t I make you my go to coffee order so you can give it a try? You aren’t allergic to anything, right?”

“I’ll have whatever you’ll have. I was allergic to whole bunch of things before the serum but I’m not anymore.”

Y/N simply nodded silently before walking towards the espresso machine and grabbing ingredients from one of the massive fridges. Cartons of milks and bottles of syrups flying out of the fridge in a neat conga line, swaying this way and that.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t know that I wasn’t allergic to anything,” Steve said, his words trailing off. Y/N was smart, a certifiable genius who could wield magic more effectively than Steven Strange. She wasn’t nearly as powerful as Wanda but there was no denying that she’d give the Scarlet Witch a run for her money if the situation called for it. Steve had expected that Y/N would learn everything there was to know about the Avengers, especially since they were her enemy.

“I did know you weren’t currently allergic to anything,” Y/N said, her words almost indecipherable over the loud din of the brewing espresso. “It would have been rude of me not to ask so I did.”

Oh.

Well, Y/N was nothing if not impeccably well mannered.

She turned to him then, her gaze pure unbendable steel as her eyes locked to his. “Steve, what are you really doing here? I haven’t done anything remotely villainous for the past few months.”

“I told you, the storm.” Even his words sounded feeble in his ears.

“You expect me to believe that you came all this way to, what, protect me from the hurricane? My house is reinforced by magic, Rogers. Nothing can harm me while I’m in here. Not rain, snow, tsunamis, earthquakes or hellfire. And I know you know that. And if what your saying is true and you wanted to warn me about the storm, I’m suppose to suddenly believe that you, what, care about me? So why are you really here?”

The urge to tell her that he really did care about her fought its way out of his throat, scratching and biting and screaming as he struggled to push it back to whatever box it crawled out of. Feeling anything but antagonism for Y/N was a recipe for disaster, one that had the word DOOM spelled out all over it.

The truth is, they were two very different people. Or, at least, Steve desperately hoped that they were different.

He was a good person. He didn’t need a super soldier serum to tell him that he was a good person.

But calling Y/N a villain wouldn’t have been fair to her.

She was so much more.

When it came to Y/N, the lines were always blurred. Even when she did terrible things like murder people, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel bad for any of the people she’d killed because they themselves were monsters. And when she did good, it was far better than any goodness Steve had done in his life. Y/N had been known to heal children sick with cancer, permanently purging their diseases from their bodies. She’d helped protect rape victims and domestic abuse survivors by giving them protective charms.

But because of her methods, because she’d never been afraid to kill and hurt in order to achieve her goals, she’d been labeled a villain.

Her personality changes were enough to give Steve whiplash.

Still, Steve couldn’t deny the obvious attraction between them.

The first time the Avengers had captured her, she had been in a gleeful mood. Almost manic. She’d succeeded in assassinating a high profile senator who was running for the presidency and while his profile was clean cut on the outside, his assassination broke the news that he wasn’t as good as he claimed to be. He’d profited off of a sex-trafficking ring, selling girls as young as 4 to shady buyers looking for slaves. There’d been signs of torture and mutilation on his body and with the way his blood drenched Y/N from head to toe, it was clear she’d felt no remorse for what she’d done.

Steve almost didn’t want to arrest Y/N then and in truth, a part of him had been relieved when she’d escaped her cell. The whole team had silently agreed to not answer any of their phones when she’d initially escaped. Even Nick Fury had agreed to put his phone on silent.

After a week, Y/N was sighted in Madripoor freeing the captured women. The lives of a thousand women in exchange for one horrible, greedy man didn’t seem like a hard exchange in Steve’s eyes. When the Avengers finally arrived on the scene after several pitstops involving coffee, donuts and ice cream, Y/N went with them willingly only after she confirmed that the women would be fine, giving each of them a protective charm that helped them sleep better at night despite the traumas they’d endured.

After that, she’d stretched out her arms, ready for the power-dampening handcuffs that Tony had designed specifically for her. She’d done with an almost gleeful smile on her face, humming an unfamiliar song. Despite the soot, the blood and bruises that marred her pretty face, she was the image of pure contentment.

“Don’t even think of escaping, Y/L/N,” Tony had said as she clasped the manacles around her wrist, the technology whirring to life with a little beep. “With these little guys around your wrist, you can’t use a single iota of your powers.”

She’d smirked at Tony then. “Very bold of you to assume I need magic to escape.”

Steve and Natasha had taken it upon themselves to escort her to her prison cell with the rest of the team staying behind to ensure that all the freed women would be okay.

“You know, I’m almost rooting for you,” Natasha said with a wry smile.

“Almost?” Y/N asked incredulously.

“Scratch that. I am rooting for you.”

Y/N smirked. “I’m a huge fan of yours, too you know. It’s not everyone who can defeat a giant purple alien hellbent on destroying half the universe’s population.”

“What can we say? All in a day’s work.”

“I hope there isn’t any hard feelings between us when I do eventually escape from these restraints.”

“That’s going to depend on how hard you hit us.”

“I’ll try not to throw a punch.”

Y/N eyed Steve on her right, who had been quiet during the whole exchange. “He looks sturdy though. I’m sure I can take both of you in a fight even with my hands tied behind my back. Well, with my hands tied in my front, rather.”

She did manage to escape that time.

One moment she was sitting at the back of the Quinjet, the very image of regality and the next, the manacles were off her hands, with the Quinjet’s hangar opened as she jumped out of it, the whole interaction happening before either Steve or Natasha had even unbuckled their seat belts.

Neither Steve nor Natasha were eager to run after her.

The second time the Avengers captured her, Y/N had paid a visit to a suave businessman who’s whole appeal was his efforts to Go Green!

As it turns out, the only green he was after was money.

Y/N had leaked the news, telling the world about how the businessman’s green message had been nothing but a sham. He’d burned down whole forests to cultivate land in order to create cocaine that he could serve to the masses, exploiting young boys by turning them into dealers and addicts.

Y/N had leaked the story to the press, telling the world about how the businessman’s whole green message was nothing but a lie. Not only was he burning whole forests down to fuel his greed, he’d been doing it to plant cocaine plants, enough to get the whole northern hemisphere high on his supply. It was lucrative business and he’d exploited young boys by forcing them to work in the factory, forcing them to get high to keep them subservient to him.

She’d gone after the businessman first, sending a message to the world that his hypocrisy wouldn’t be tolerated. She hanged him, dangled his body over the side of his company’s skyscraper in New York then proceeded to free the boys stuck in his factories around the world before cutting down the cocaine farms and replanting new trees.

With the businessman’s shady dealings all over the world, it had been difficult to track down where she’d strike next. Not that the Avengers were actually eager to capture her.

Strangely enough, Bruce would find himself immensely hungry before they had to fly to wherever in the world Y/N was in and it didn’t do well not to feed the Hulk.

They’d finally captured her in a tiny island off the coast of Mexico, the last of the businessman’s strongholds. She’d freed the boys, cured them for their addiction then cut down the cocaine plants. Then she sat down and waited for the Avengers to arrive.

“Took you guys long enough,” Y/N had said as Steve and Natasha walked towards her. She stood up, dusting off her pants.

“Scott drank a lot of orange juice on the way here. We had to make a lot of pitstops.”

Y/N frowned at them. “I distinctly remember that your jet had a restroom.”

“Plumbing was broken according to Tony,” Steve said with a shrug.

She made a noise of assent before she put up her arms. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

“Put your hands down. We aren’t going to cuff you.” Natasha led the way to the Quinjet where Scott Lang and Bruce Banner waited.

“Oh, pulling out the red carpet for me?” Y/N batted her eyelashes, almost flirtatiously. “You shouldn’t have.”

“If I had my way, you’d be in cuffs,” Steve huffed under his breath.

Y/N raised a challenging brow. “Not a fan of me, Steven?”

“I’m not a fan of anarchists,” Steve retorted.

“Anarchist,” she repeated with a pleased grin. “I like that. Never been called that one before.”

“Steve,” Nat said in a warning tone.

The group had already discussed the whole Y/N situation. While majority of the Avengers thought that while Y/N’s actions were brutal, ultimately, the end results and her intention was good. Even if it resulted in the death of one evil soul, none of the could deny that her actions ended up saving hundreds, if not thousands, of lives.

She may not have taken down a giant purple alien hell-bent on wiping out half of all living beings, no one could deny that her actions saved others.

Still, Steve didn’t exactly approve of her methods.

“Listen, I get it,” Y/N said as their group ascended up the Quinjet, occupying one of the empty seats and giving Bruce and Scott a greeting nod. “I’m not exactly conventional but sometimes, it takes breaking the system to help others. You can’t help the survivors if they were victimized by the very system created to protect them.”

“I’m just saying there are proper channels—“

“No there aren’t. There are no proper channels for people like them.”

Steve frowned. “Who, the oppressed?”

“No. Them. The rich and powerful bastards who constantly use their money and resources to take advantage of people. There is no justice when it comes to them.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t I?” Y/N turned to Scott, who watching the exchange between her and Steve with rapt attention. “Lang, weren’t you imprisoned for grand larceny?”

“It was one time,” Scott sighed, “and I didn’t steal that money for myself. I gave it to the people most in need.”

“Right, and how many years did the CEO you stole from spend in jail for stealing from his employees?”

“None,” Scott replied, almost quietly.

She turned back to Steve. “See? The system is broken and sometimes the only way to make it work is to smash it completely to bits.”

He’d ignored her then and it didn’t take much effort for her to escape them.

“Oh daaarn,” Natasha said sarcastically as her hands pulled at the accelerator, taking them further and further away from where Y/N landed, “we can’t exactly turn back now. Might as well go get some ice cream while we’re at it.”

They met again after the death of a high-profile serial killer. Because the serial killer work in law enforcement, he got off easy and he was released after 10 years in prison despite the fact that he’d killed 23 families, roughly 100 or so people. No one was spared, not women or children or even babies.

When he got off, Y/N was there to make sure he never hurt anyone again.

“He could have changed!” Steve yelled, his voice bouncing around the Quinjet. He was alone with her this time, having rushed to the scene of the crime. “He could have become a better person.”

“He could have,” Y/N said quietly, her unblinking eyes trained on open sea in front of them. Steve wasn’t sure where he was flying the Quinjet but he’d be damned if he brought Y/N back to US soil. She’d be met with handcuffs as soon as she lands and it wasn’t Y/N he was worried about. Anyone who tries to arrest Y/N would end up in the hospital. “I’m not willing to take that chance.”

He glanced at her. Y/N’s face was passive, a stoic facade as hard as stone but her eyes were soft, the sadness and pain in her eyes unmistakable.

“When you can do the things I can,” she whispered, her voice so low, Steve strained to hear, “when you’re cursed with powers like I have, you have two choices. You can either lash out at the world or you can do something to fix it. Any person that man would have killed after he was released, their blood would have been on my hands.”

“You are not responsible for other people’s actions,” Steve said, his previous anger leaching from him.

“You’re right. But I am responsible for my own. Now where are you taking me? If you’re not entirely sure, you can drop me off in Australia. I have some business to attend to.”

“What business?”

“Not that you care but the leader of the Russian mafia is staying there for vacation. That man and his operation has killed hundreds of people. I’d like to pay him a visit. I can portal my way there but using the Quinjet means I have a few minutes to rest my eyes.”

The right thing to do would have been to bring Y/N back to the States to answer for her crimes. Instead, Steve turned the plane around and headed to Australia. And as Y/N slept soundly, he ignored the vice-like grip of the anaconda that constricted itself around his heart.

They landed in Australia after a few hours and he watched as Y/N stretched her body against the seat. “That has to be the best sleep I’ve had since… well I hardly remember.”

“Go,” Steve said, his voice harsh. “Before I change my mind.”

But Y/N did no such thing. Instead she lounged against the seat as if it was her throne and she its lazy queen. “You know, when Natasha or even Tony let me go, I understand their motives. Tony doesn’t trust the legal system and Natasha could have been one of the women I saved in another life. But you? Don’t you have a stick up your ass the length of a stripper pole?”

Steve bristled at her words but kept his mouth shut. His eyes were narrowed into slits as he watched a wry smile pull her lips.

“So, what, Steve? What’s the play here? You really want me to kill this guy? Why are you letting me go?”

“There are a lot of people who deserve to go to jail. You aren’t one of them. What you do with your freedom, that’s up to you.” His words were the truth. She looked at him with an expression he couldn’t really place and for a single second, it was as if a silent agreement passed between them. But the moment was gone and Y/N conjured up a portal and sashayed away.

That was three months ago and any and calls Steve heard regarding Y/N, he’d ignored. He ignored her when Y/N went on a prison break binge, releasing small time drug offenders and helping cure them of their addiction; he’d ignored her when she’d leaked the financials of big pharmaceutical companies, causing their sales to tank and for the price of insulin to go down; he’d ignored her when she’d saved hundreds of women in another sex trafficking ring.

Except now, today. He’d heard reports from Nat, who decided to keep in touch with Y/N on the down low, on Y/N’s location and he ran here. Now she was looking at him with the most perplexed look on her face.

She turned, once again busying herself with making his coffee.

“I’m surprised you aren’t using magic to make the coffee,” Steve said.

She shrugged. “I like making it by hand. Reminds me of simpler times.”

She set the steaming mug of coffee in front of him before grabbing a small plate and setting a few pieces of the freshly baked cookie in front of him. The coffee was still hot enough to hurt his mouth but Steve didn’t hesitate to take a sip. He’d had worse injuries than a burnt tongue.

The coffee was delicious. It was sweet, sweeter than he was used to but still delicious. The cookie, on the other hand, was something else entirely. He half suspected that maybe Y/N had sprinkled some kind of magic potion on the cookie because it was the best damn cookie he’d had in his life. The outside of the cookie was soft but the inside was gooey, the butter saturating through every nook and cranny. It melted on his tongue, the dark bitter chocolate and sweet butterscotch encased in a tango of flavor that danced on his tongue.

He briefly wondered if it would be polite to ask Y/N if he could bring home the entire tray.

“Good?” She asked, taking a sip of her own cup.

“This is the best cookie I’ve had in my life.”

She smiled at that. “Thanks. It’s an old recipe.”

Mundanity with Y/N was weird but strangely nice.

“So what are you really doing here, Steve?” Y/N asked as she took a seat in the stool next to him.

He took another sip of the coffee, buying himself some time. “To be honest, I’m not sure.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You’re not sure why you’re here? Radio silence from the Avengers for three months despite the crimes I committed and then all of a sudden, Steve Rogers grants me a house call.“

When she put it that way, he sounded ridiculous. But the words he’d spoken were the truth.

Instead, he shifted the subject. It was all he could to escape from Y/N’s scrutinizing gaze anyway.

“Right before we got to Australia, you said something,” Steve said the words slowly, hoping not to scare Y/N off by his line of questioning, “you said you were cursed by your powers?”

Steve had been mulling over her words for the better part of three months, taking it out like a precious pearl to examine on his quiet days. He couldn’t make heads or tails of it. All he knew was that her words were strange. Y/N was a gifted magic user and Stephen Strange had often commented at her adept ability at it. It took people years, centuries even, to gain the level of mastery Y/N had when it came to magic and yet she used as surely as she breathed.

Why would she refer to it as a curse?

Y/N raised a brow, almost in challenge. “You’re telling me the Avengers haven’t figured it out?”

Y/N usually spoke in riddles and though it always frustrated Steve, he was also incredibly patient and so his next words came out even. “Figured what out?”

“My powers. I thought Steven Strange would try to figure me out the moment I came on to the scene.”

“He tried. Well, still trying. It frustrates him, y’know. How he can’t find answers to you.”

She grinned at that. “Alright then, I’ll give you the answers to me. Then it’s up to you if you want to tell him or not.”

“Why do you think I’ll keep everything you say to myself?”

“Because you’re Steve Rogers. And you came here, to me, in the middle of the biggest storm of the year, to see if I was okay. I doubt the others know and I’m pretty positive you wouldn’t tell them. So whatever information I say here, right now, you’ll keep to yourself.”

She was right. Of course she was. Steve figured Y/N was rarely wrong about anything.

“Alright. Go ahead. How’d you get your powers?”

“I was cursed with it by a god.”

She said it so seriously, Steve struggled to figure out if she was telling the truth.

“Why do you say it’s a curse?”

“Well the god who cursed me said that as the years past, I will become the most powerful magic wielder to exist. My powers will magnify tenfold, twentyfold and one day, I will become so powerful, I’ll have the ability to take over entire universes. Problem with that is magic always comes with a price and mine is my conscience. Every time I use my powers, my conscience becomes blacker until finally, it becomes a void inside of me.”

“So when you use your powers—“

“A piece of me dies with it and is reborn into something I don’t recognize. It’s why I do what I do.”

Realization dawns on Steve. “You do your own twisted version of good to remind yourself you can be good.”

She gave him a wry smirk tinged with bitterness. “There’s no place for me in Heaven, Steve. Only Hell. But when I get down there, I’m taking as many as I can down with me. Assuming I can die, that is.”

“You’re immortal?” Steve said with a frown.

“Well, according to the god that cursed me, I will not age and I will never get sick. Though, I imagine that if I was stabbed through the heart and someone finds a way to stop me from using my powers to heal myself, I’d die just like any other human.”

She gave him a pointed look, one that Steve shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

“If you want to use my weaknesses against me, go right ahead, Rogers,” Y/N said nonchalantly before taking a slow sip of her coffee. “I’ll even stand still while you plunge a knife through my heart.”

“I don’t have any intention of killing you.” And it chilled Steve to the bone to find out how much he meant those words.

“Bummer.” And Y/N looked genuinely disappointed.

“Hey,” Steve said sharply. “Life is a gift. You shouldn’t—“

“Can it, Rogers. I don’t want to hear that right now,” Y/N said but there was no malice in her voice. She just sounded tired.

Fine. If she didn’t want to discuss it, Steve was more than willing to change the subject. “You never said why the god gave you your magic.”

Y/N let out a cynical chuckle. “He was in love with me.”

“What?” Steve asked, not quite believing her words.

“The god. He was in love with me. I turned him down. Repeatedly, might I add. He got so fed up by my rejection, he decided to curse me with immortality and power. He said that one day, when I get bored with my life, it will drive me to his arms. I intend to live forever without ever thinking of him again just to spite him. And when I gather enough power, I’ll kill him myself. He can take away my humanity but he can’t take away my hatred of him.”

Steve couldn’t stop his smile. Y/N’s story was sad, incredibly so. He couldn’t imagine the profound loneliness that stretched before her. Centuries, maybe even a millennia of isolation and solitariness to spite a vengeful god. But she’d succeed, Steve had no doubts about that. He couldn’t picture anyone squaring up with Y/N and coming out of it victorious on the other side.

“So, what do we do now, Steve?” Y/N said with a slight sigh.

“What do you mean?”

“Well you broke a boundary. We never explicitly said it but I think we both decided to keep each other at arms length. I’ve been chummy with Nat and Yelena up to a point but not you. Back in Australia, I think we both agreed that our relationship will be strictly professional, even if we never really said the words out loud. But now, you’re here. What do we do about that?”

“I don’t know.”

Y/N simply sighed before taking a sip of her coffee. “Every morning, when I wake up, I find myself looking for reasons to get out of bed.”

“What are you doing?” Steve said with a frown.

“I celebrated my 100th birthday last (birthday month). I love to read. When I get bored, I write poetry. I love music though I was never talented enough with it but I do have centuries to learn now so who, knows, I might start. I love art too. I’ve been everywhere in the world and yet I never fail to visit a museum to see their art. I like sad paintings. The kind that can bring people to tears.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

She looked at him like he was the biggest idiot in the world and the answer should have been obvious by now. But Steve knew how to look past the arrogant veneer and see the vulnerability that swam in her eyes. “I’m going to live forever, Steve. And even if I’ll always remember other people, I won’t always be remembered. I figured, it’d be nice if someone knew some things about me. The last person I knew from my old life, she recently died. As humans, we are the people we know. I want someone to know me, even a little.”

“I miss music from the 1940s,” Steve said, not even thinking about the words. “Sam and Nat have both been trying to update me about the music of the decade but nothing beats my music. I like wearing converse because it’s one of the few things that never changed since I woke from the ice. I don’t like the rain. It reminds me too much of the war. There’s a boxing gym I use to go to back in New York. I never had a chance to box before because I was always too sick but I use to accompany Bucky whenever he had a match. When I was injected by the serum, I never had a chance to go back and so when I woke up from the ice it was one of the first places I went to.”

“Was the gym still operational?”

“It’s a little run down but I make it work.”

She smiled at him and Steve tried to ignore the jolt of warmth that shot down his spine.

“Why are you telling me these things?” She asked, an eyebrow raised in question, a playful expression beginning to bloom from her face.

“Friends know things about each other.”

And then Y/N’s face lightened like the sun peeking from the clouds after a storm, all warmth and joy.

The rain. Steve hadn’t even realized it had stopped. He glanced at the window behind Y/N and saw that the day looked almost as bright as Y/N’s smile.

“You need to go, don’t you,” Y/B said a little wistfully.

“Yeah,” Steve said, a little wistful too. He finished the cup to the dregs letting its sweet flavor fill him up til he was sure he’d be able to taste it until he got home.

Y/N led them out of the kitchen and back to the living room before she opened the front door and let him out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/N,” Steve said as he pushed his sweaty hands into his pocket.

“You will?” She said, surprise laced in her voice.

“You said you struggle to find reasons to wake up in the morning. I’ll be a reason to. Friends do that, you know.”

“I know,” Y/N said but without her usual bravado. She looked almost roseate and Steve suddenly realized how strange it is that despite the fact that he’s seen her many times before, he never realized how pretty she was. As if a sudden burden had been lifted from her shoulders, making her look younger than actually was. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Steve.”

“See you tomorrow.”

And she closed the door.

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Raichiii your writing is so gooodd!!! You're talented hehehe. Anyway I have a sudden funny idea that i'll be very grateful if you can turn into fic. I'm thinking the league of villain kidnap bakugou (just like in the anime), to persuade bakugou to join the LOV. Luckily the pro hero hawks is there (in disguise just like in the anime also)! Because hawks scared that LOV will use persuasion method that will harm bakugou, hawks adviced & suggested tickling instead because it's harmless lol Lee bakugou, lers hawks & LOV (platonic & no foot tickling if possible), have a nice dayy!!

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My Hero Academia: An alternative solution.

You lot just loooove seeing him suffer, don't ya? XD Same 0-0 Sorry for the lack of some lov characters, I'm not sure about writing for those guys just yet 🫣

Summary: Tiggle fic. Bakugo has once again been captured by the LOV, now under the name Paranormal Liberation Front. Things look dire for the teen until a certain familiar bird-looking hero shows up to subtly aid the kidnapped victim.

Lee Bakugo, Lers Hawks, Dabi, Toga, Twice.

Tw: Mild swearing, possible spoilers, mentions of knifes, restraints, over-stimulation

12/02/23

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"I say we drain him dry~ After losing a couple of pints I'm sure he'd be more willing to cooperate." Himiko grinned, pressing the flat of her knife against Bakugos chin, lifting his head towards the light. He was still a little groggy from whatever they'd managed to shoot him with. It could have been another quirk, but that didn't matter right now.

"Naaah, after the trouble he caused last time, we should burn the message into him. Make sure it leaves a lasting reminder of who he's up against if he doesn't want to join." Dabi chuckled, raising a small ember to the side of the ash blonde's face. The heat just licking his skin.

Bakugo just glared back, unable to move. They had the poor boy strapped into a different kind of chair this time. The seat part was normal, but the upper half of the chair was 'T' shaped, with his arms stretched out to the sides along the frame. Buckles along his upper arms, elbows and wrists held him firmly in place, with his hands trapped inside some kind of quirk nullifying blocks. They must've gotten this tech from ReDestro. He felt exposed. Only wearing his black tee, pyjama shorts and sneakers.

There were more straps, one across his chest, one on each thigh and another one holding each ankle. He was stuck good. They definitely had more painful plans for the boy this time.

"No!" Twice joined. "Let's just break every bone! Start with his toes- No this is far too cruel- He has it coming!"

"Woooah, woooah, everyone just take a breather, hey?" A cool voice interrupted, Dabi giving an irritated huff as he turned towards the voice. "The fuck are you doing here, Hawks?"

Hawks? Bakugos eyes snapped wide open, staring in disbelief. It's Hawks. He's really here. With the PLF. Why? What's he up to?

Hawks stepped in, smiling casually at the boy. "Long time no see, Bakugo." He waved.

"Hawks... The hell are you doing with-"

"All will be explained later, kid. Now, this is quite the tricky situation you've found yourself in, ain't it?" He chuckled, circling the chair in which Bakugo was bound. "Naww, look, they really did a number on you didn't they? All sleepy. Bless." He placed a hand on Bakugos back, pressing gently in a pattern, using code to let him know he was safe.

Toga frowned, pointing her knife again. "We just wanna convert him. He should be on our side! He's not as cute as Deku, but he is strong."

"Convert and befriend him by.... hurting him?" Hawks questioned with a raised brow. Bakugo gave him a side glance, wondering what he was up to.

"Uh, yeah? How else are we supposed to make him join us?" Twice hummed.

Hawks chuckled, ruffling Bakugos hair. "Well, what's one thing 99% of teen boys have in common that we could use?"

"No fire resistance."

"They need most of their blood?"

"Lack of oxygen will turn them blue!"

"All correct, but I was thinking something a little more, harmless." Hawks smiled, circling the blonde again, stopping behind him this time.

"Something, to reeeally make him regret not joining~" Two gloved hands flexed by Bakugos exposed sides, making him tense up.

"Hawks? What the fuck are you- Ghk!" He flinched, immediately trying to hold his breath as he felt the awful sensation of fingers skittering up and down his sides. He pulled on the restraints, desperately trying to stifle his giggling.

Dabi tilted his head. "Tickling? Are you serious?"

"Ah-hah~" Hawks nodded, resting his chin on Bakugos shoulder, casually continuing to lightly tickle the boy. "Think about it, you want him to join you, right? So, instead of using pain that will just make him sour towards us and our goals, why not use something that will, instead, make him smile?"

Toga crouched between Bakugos legs, leaning in to see his flustered expression as he tried to hide. "Hmmm... Good point." She nodded, a small grin growing on her cheeks. "I do like watching him wriggle like this. It must be humiliating." She rested her head on his knee, starting to drag her nails up and down the inside of his bare thigh, making his leg shudder.

Bakugo couldn't believe what was happening. This wasn't real. It had to be a dream. He shook his head, scrunching his eyes shut, still desperate not to laugh. "Rh- S-Stop it-!"

"What was that? You're gonna have to speak up a little buddy." Hawks cooed, blowing into the blonde's ear, making him yelp as he bundled his shoulders up. "You're so dead!" He threatened, biting his lip again.

Toga smirked, bringing her other set of nails to his exposed knees, reverse pinching on the caps. "You look silly~" She grinned.

"The sooner you give up, the sooner this will stop." Hawks nodded.

"Lemme try!- I'll kill the brat, with laughter!" Twice hopped over, standing by the side and started to poke at Bakugos tummy, enjoying the muffled giggling that followed.

He won't break. He won't! Not now. Not ever-!

"Coochie, coochie, coooo~ C'mon buddy, we're all friends here." Hawks jeered, holding two of his longer feathers, slipping them into the short sleeves of Bakugos shirt, ever so lightly brushing and swirling against his vulnerable underarms.

"Gh-! Shihit! Ah- Mmh! No! Rh! Noho! HahAH!" He was on the edge. Right on the brink of bursting.

"You guys are so bad at this." Dabi smirked, standing over Toga, leaning in and starting to claw at Bakugos ribs. He wasn't starting soft like the others. He wanted to crush this UA student.

"AAAAH! Nahaha! Aha-! No! Nohohoho! AHAHA!"

"There she blows~!" Hawks teased, continuing his underarm torment.

"Ahahaha! S-Stahap! Hawks! God danm ihihit! HAHA!"

Toga switched up her tickling, matching Dabis ruthless energy as she pressed her thumbs on his inner thighs, feeling the muscles tense and wobble in panic. "Hmmm, not as cute as Dekus thighs. But this is still fun~"

"Gehet off! Get off my thihighs! StAHAHA!" This wasn't like any tickling he had experienced before. All these spots being attacked at once, it was crazy. Maybe a little enjoyable for the time being. But crazy. Twice rolled up Bakugos shirt, tucking it under the chest strap, leaving his belly and ribs exposed.

"Wow, he's buff!- And all ours." The two-bit man smiled, starting to shake his fingers into the exposed tummy, earning a bout of boyish giggling before the hysterics descended again. "Stahap! I-I'll never-! AHAHAHA! NEHEHEVER!"

"Oh yes you wiiiill~ Or we're just going to tickle you pink!" Hawks smiled, glad that he'd managed to make sure they at least didn't hurt the boy. He looked at Bakugos face, red as a tomato, tears pooling in the corners of his tightly shut eyes and a big smile on his face.

"Move your hands, Twice!" Toga suddenly yelled, licking her lips as she took a deep breath, plunging against Bakugos belly, blowing a round of short, fuzzy raspberries.

Bakugo all but melted, unable to do anything but flinch and squirm, his entire body filled with a flurry of tingles. "Stop, stop, stop! Stahap! STAHAHAHAP!"

Hawks sent out a few smaller feathers, all starting to tickle around Bakugos ears, neck and collarbone, freeing his hands for other places. "Let's seeeee. A little birdy, not me another bird, told me that there's a little secret spot. Bakugos off button. Where oh where was it?" He teased, knowing exactly where it was.

"Don't! Hawks, Hawks plehease! I can't tahAHAHA! AAAAAH-!"

"Bingo~" Hawks chuckled, drilling his fingers into the so-called off button. Just above his ribs, below his underarms. It did indeed turn the poor boy off. His laughter fell silent, only growing loud again when he needed to inhale.

The tickling went on like this for a while. Tears dripped onto Bakugos rolled-up shirt as he cried with laughter, his body drenched in sweat. With Hawks taking care of his vulnerable spot, Twice on his tummy, Dabi wrecking his ribs and Toga squeezing at his thighs and knees, along with Hawks damned feathers. He wasn't sure he could take much more.

"Okay-.... Ahaha! O-Okahay! Stahap! Hawks! Please! Plehehease! Please stahap! AHA! MEHERCY!" He cried out, feeling himself start to panic. His hair sticking to his forehead, getting in his eyes. They weren't stopping. They really weren't stopping.

"Fuhuhuck! AHAHA! PLEHEASE! STAHAhahap!" His throat became hoarse, his mind filling with fog.

Finally, after almost an hour, the tickling finally stopped. Bakugo's head slumped forward as he gasped for air. Exhausted. Hawks stayed with him after the other members left. He gently brushed the hair from Bakugos eyes. "You did great kid, you just rest, we'll talk later."

Bakugo was too tired to argue, he just gave hawks a glare before closing his eyes, still trying to catch his breath.

What happened after that was a mystery, next thing Bakugo knew, he was waking up back in his bed at the dorms. He didn't care what Hawks was up to, he knew there was a reason he was with the villains that night. And he was still too tired to think about it right now. He sighed, curling up underneath his warm blankets, drifting off to sleep again.

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

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

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

Feel free to do what you want this that 😘

KATE BISHOP x READER

STUMBLING INTO YOUR APARTMENT

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

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

Without further ado, ENJOY! ❤️

Sending love ❤️

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

Warnings: smut, a lot of smut.

Word count: 28198 words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I know, I’m sorry."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You should be, yes."

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Almost done, just a few seconds."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay! But I need to-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sorry, I got distracted."

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

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

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

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

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

"It’s not?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you serious?"

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

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

"Fuck."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh so this is my fault?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh Kate."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Babe-"

"Hm, yes?"

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

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

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

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

"No babe, please touch me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hm-hm. No. Not happening."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Do that again."

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

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

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

"But-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/N/N."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

"Hm, like what you see?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kate you have to stay still."

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing."

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

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

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

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

"You heard me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What were you thinking?"

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

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

"Hm?"

"What is the dress code for tonight?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Babe, you’re playing dirty."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I was born careful!"

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

"Hm, I wouldn’t be opposed to that."

"Babe."

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So behave."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes- fuck no- faster babe please."

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

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

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

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

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

"I- shit, I need a moment."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like what you see?"

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

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

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

"Just for you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Patience, my love."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You pushed my hand there."

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

"Fuck Y/N/N!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?! Are you serious?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I- Kate! It’s embarrassing."

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck, you feel amazing around my fingers."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hm, babe?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You’re packing really good miss Bishop."

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

"Or what?"

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

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

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

"Yes and I mean you could."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Impatient, aren’t we miss Y/L/N?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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stuckytown · 2 years

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I want it

Parring: Steve X fem reader

Summary: Steve is coming home from a mission earlier because he was exposed to something.

Word count: 2k +

Warnings: sex pollen, soft Steve, unprotected sex, floor sex, Steve in a suit, overstimulation, begging (slightly), cream pie

You were just cleaning up after you made yourself lunch. Tony had called earlier to let you know that, Steve was coming back earlier because he was exposed to some kind of chemical, and they didn’t know what it was.

You were instructed to put him in lock down, in lab until Toby and Bruce came back. You had made the room comfortable, with a small couch, books and a iPad that he could watch movies on.

“Miss Y/n, Captain Rogers have arrived” Friday notified you. You thanked her, before making your way towards the lab and took on your protective gear. Bruce had told you what to do, and what not to do.

You worked for the avengers as a chef. Most of the avengers could cook, but the amount of food to they had to make would take a lot of time. Tony hired you a little over a year ago.

You had always loved the avengers, and when you saw the blue eyed man for the first time, you almost fell in love. Steve had always been respectful towards you, and complemented your food.

When you had taken the protective gear on Steve stumbled in. He was covered in sweat face pale, his breathing was heavy.

His eyes scanned your body up and down. You had scrubs on, blue medical gloves and a mask on. Bruce had said the chemical wasn’t deadly but it was just a precaution.

“Steve!” You hurried over to him, you helped him over to the glass door, were he would be staying.

Steve felt like he was on fire, everything hurts.

But when you touched him his cock got hard in an instant. It made his knees weak and trembling.

“It hurts” Steve cried out. He leaned against you seeking more of your touch, it made you stumble slightly. The scrubs were to long on your legs and you stumbled to the ground.

You landed hard on the ground, you held onto Steve and it made him stumble down on top of you. “Steve” you whimpered, his weight pinning you down.

The whimper made him harder then before. He landed in between your legs and he couldn’t strop himself, from grinding into your heat. “I can’t stop” Steve moaned.

“Shit Steve” you could feel the thickness of his cock against your clothed pussy. You could feel yourself growing wet.

“I’m sorry” Steve lifted his head and looked at you. You moaned “it’s okay” you cubbed his cheek, his eyes went to you lips. He leaned down and kissed your lips.

His lips was soft, and it was everything that you had imagined and more. He moved against you holding himself up by his arms. “I need you” he whispered against your lips.

You had an idea of what he was exposed to. You had heard Tony and Bruce talk about it a late night, when you came down with snacks to them.

“I know you do. I know what you have been exposed to” You nodded you head to him. He leaned back undoing your scrubs, before gliding them down your legs.

“What?” He questioned. His voice had an edge to it, that went straight down to your pussy. “Sex pollen” you breathed out.

When he had taken off your scrubs, his fingers went to your pussy, gliding them over the wet spot. Your hips buckled up against his fingers seeking more.

“Y-you need to have sex with someone otherwise you’re going to have an heart attack” his eyes went to you. “You need to get out” he whispered, his fingers dipped into your panties.

“There isn’t anyone else here” you moaned when he drew circles on your clit. “Call someone” his eyes was fixated on your dripping pussy, his other hand went up and ripped your lab coat off.

“Who?” You lifted your hips and he dragged your panties down, and threw them away. Steve stood up and undid his belt, and zipped down his suit “no” you stopped him “keep it on. Please” he nodded and sunk down on his knees again.

“I’m sorry” he dragged his hard cock up and down your slit “I want it” you moaned out, when you felt him press into you. The pain and pleasure mixed together made your head spin.

“God so warm and wet” Steve groaned he leaned down caging you in. His arms went to the side of your head. The rough material of his suit grinned against you.

“You’re so big Steve” you felt his hips going flush with yours. He started to thrust in and out of you slowly, you could feel every vain on his cock.

“Please faster” you whimpered, Steve picked up his pace, moaning louder into your ear. You nails sighed into the back of his suit, and your legs wrapped around his hips.

It made him able to go deeper into you “you’re so deep” you moaned, your thighs started to shake. “I can feel you tighten around me” Steve groaned he bit down on your neck, he was so close to coming inside of you but he tries to hold back. He wanted you to cum first.

“Please Steve” you hands went to his hair dragging his lips to yours. Your toes curled as you came around him, “atta girl” Steve grinned.

He grabbed your leg putting it over his shoulder, to go deeper inside of you. Your thighs started to shake from the overstimulation. “Please cum inside of me” you whimpered Steve grinned “you should see yourself” he leaned down and kissed you.

The sudden change in Steve surprised you, but turned you on so fucking much. You could feel Steve’s thigh start to shake, and his muscles twitch. You knew he was close.

“Please Steve need it” you whimpered, your begging made Steve cum deep inside of you. Steve moaned as the thrusted inside of you. Making sure your were full of him.

“God, thank you” He whispered against your temple.

#marvel #the avengers #steve rogers x smut #bucky barnes x y/n #steve rogers x reader

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highpriestess13 · 2 months

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Aries season message!

For the Aries season… BUCKLE TF UP! There’s going to be many changes (possibly even deaths). There’s a lot of air energies here as well. Many of you are going to be in your head more frequently or this may be something you’re going through rn. You’re being sent a lot of love and reassurance at this… 222. Flowers and love songs could be significant too! A lot of you are needing to get out of your head about past experiences with people especially when it comes to love. You have something stable and long term coming in for you but you’re also needing to put your best foot forward to heal those old wounds so you can decipher real from fake, like a diamond.. not all that glitters is gold. Don’t ever close yourself from the world especially in love. Continue to keep giving but also know to establish strong healthy boundaries, with the boundaries you set for people you’ll see who’s really for you and who’s not. “Sad girls love money” is the energy here. Some of you may have experienced a death in a family or this may happen… keep your head up! Aries, pisces, and Taurus may be significant. I’m seeing a feminine and a masculine, someone’s health may have been declining or someone was experiencing a decline in stability in some way. For others, it could be a relationship either someone you’re with isn’t stable or there’s an imbalance.. it’s like someone is the bread winner while the other person isn’t.. I see someone being a couch potato honestly lol. If this is a feminine… this person makes very bad investments, priorities aren’t straight and there’s a lack of discipline. Also, this person may have a nasty temper too or an attitude problem. On the flip side, I see you guy’s altering your thoughts/ consciousness. 1111 is your confirmation. You have your eyes and mind on the prize and you’re not going to allow anyone to stomp on your dreams. Elegance and grace is what I’m getting as well. I see someone receiving a new home/ apartment or this may be a twin flame Union (or reunion). Someone can see clearly because there’s no more smoke fogging someone’s eyes… expect an apology and possibly a gift. Archangel Michael is in the building! He could also be leading but also protecting you heavily at this time, you could’ve recently prayed and asked for his help and protection… maybe even health. Someone may have an alter for him or could be offering something to him, this may also be a petition. Just know that your answers have been answered or are being answered but you’re also being asked to… let’s just say, think outside the box lol. You’re going to have your new beginning but don’t let stagnancy keep you back, take that leap! When the universe tells you to move then you MOVE! Your heart chakra could be feeling a little funny (nothing too crazy) there’s emotional balance being sent to you. Know that you’re loved and appreciated and your hard work will never go unnoticed. Tap back into that childlike energy. You could be doing a lot of healing and releasing, you could also be feeling very motivated at this time or will be. Communication is going to be a really big thing for you guys too! If it’s not you than it’s someone else. Someone could be feeling as if they’re going to need to swallow their pride and let it go in order to bring truth and clarity to a situation. This may be someone you blocked or vice versa. This clarity, truth and communication could lead to a potential new start for the both of you whether it’s going to be together or individually. There’s a fire sign that’s not good for you at all. I see a lot of manipulation, impulsiveness and possibly anger… could be a fuck boy/ girl. Someone could be in a committed relationship already, so heavy on that third party. If this is a boss or coworker keep your ideas to yourself! You’re very loving, nurturing, kind and resourceful. You’re the one that people go to for advice/ help so make sure to use your discernment cause not everyone deserves to get a “piece of you”. In this world some people have the mentality of “every man for themselves” and that’s not the energy you need to be

Around. I also see someone taking credit for someone else’s idea(s) but I’m also feeling like you’re an inventor in some way, you come up with brand new ways and/ or ideas but you don’t allow yourself to show them. It’s time to shine your light and be in the spotlight. You could also be receiving a lot of good news moving forward! Cancer/ Leo season will be significant. No more going ghost or M.I.A. Get out of that shell you call your “safe space” there’s people waiting for you. You have places to go and people to see! Apollo could be significant too. I see your dreams/ fantasies coming into fruition and BABYYYY you’re going to be shining like a mf! Lmao you’re going to have so many people paying attention to you, watching you, listening, etc. you’re going to be a leader in your life and others. Some of you could be getting into a leadership position as well. Electricity could be significant, there may be a shortage or something spiritual could be happening 👀. “Paint the town red” by Doja Cat could be significant too. Something you’ve been stressing and worrying heavily about is going to work out… divine timing could be at play here but it’s coming regardless. I also see someone learning an important lesson or has already learned a lesson about cooperation and team work. The divine is working in your favor at this time so good luck!! 🍀

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rainbowsky · 2 years

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DON'T PANIC

My fine turtle friends, take this cup of hot cocoa and come sit around the fire with rainbowsky on this stormy day, and let's have a bit of a chat, shall we?

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

I've been buried under panicked, heartbroken asks today, and people freaking out about the recent controversies. It's understandable that fans who don't understand what's going on might be a bit shaken, but we need to clear our heads and stay strong.

Turbulence is part of travel - buckle up

A few things have happened recently that have shaken some turtles up a bit (primarily in the international fandom - C-turtles remain mostly unaffected by any of this).

A paparazzo claimed 'all GG ships are fake'. I talked about this in some detail the other day, and Pie did an excellent follow-up to it explaining why paps shouldn't be taken too seriously.

A fake shisheng account on Twitter hyped up a bunch of turtles on the claim that GG and DD were going to spend DD's birthday together, and was later proved wrong when GG was photographed in Hainan on DD's birthday. (Resulting, incredibly, in a lot of fans reacting by thinking GG and DD broke up, rather than accepting that the Twitter account had been lying all along).

An XFX fan account connected to GG's official fan club claimed that "the artist is single."

I think it's incredibly important for all turtles to please remember that no one, absolutely no one, speaks for GG or DD, except GG and DD. Not people who some fans might foolishly believe have access to inside information, not people who are part of the solo fandom on Weibo, not anyone, OK?

Yes, it is true that the XFX account is connected with GG's official fan club, but at the end of the day it is still a shrimp and can only ever speak for - and in the interests of - that fandom.

A huge part of the problem here is that there have been some straight GG CP fans causing a lot of hassle lately, and something needed to be said to try to bring them under control. GG is on the hook for managing his fans. It's a stated government policy now, and his official fan club is part of how that is meant to be done.

Only time will tell whether they've helped the situation or only made matters worse. Putting GG on hot search again and 'taking up public resources' with this type of personal celebrity gossip is never in GG's best interests, but probably especially not at this point in time, and especially not when he was so recently on hot search for the whole pap thing.

Statements are a normal part of fandom reality

This type of statement goes with the territory of being a CP fan. I understand people feel shaken because this is a more sweeping statement than has been issued in the past, but it would be totally unrealistic to expect never to hear a broader refutation of CP rumors, particularly with how out of control some straight CP fans have been lately, and particularly considering the heightened pressure stars are under to manage fans.

And the fact that it came from a fan club account (not even from the official fan club Weibo account, but from a prominent fan club member) instead of from GG's studio is worth noting.

This type of broader statement is also not without precedent. Look at the whole WZC ship thing that happened years ago. GG's studio (not a fan club account, but his official studio) issued a refutation of CP rumors back then, and the way it was framed it was broad enough to include BJYX. His studio had to issue such a statement, given the upheaval that the situation was causing at the time.

Is it possible this recent XFX statement is an accurate reflection of XZ Studio's position? Absolutely. This is nothing new. We've always known the official position of any star at their level needs to be "I'm single." This should not come as a surprise to anyone.

Both GG and DD have repeatedly presented themselves as single in interviews and in the public eye. Anyone who expects them to do otherwise is severely out of touch with the reality GG and DD are working within.

They both have projects coming out, they can't afford scandals.

Perhaps the most honest moment relating to this topic is the exchange on DDU where DD and Wang Han were talking about “Being single in front of the camera.” (I wish I could find that clip but I’ve come to accept I suck at finding clips!).

There is no way for GG or DD to say, “I’m in a relationship" or even hint at it on a broader scale. That stuff is for turtle's eyes only.

Remember your shell

I think it's good for everyone to remember that part of our role as turtles is to take bullets. We are here to be clowns so that GG and DD can have cover while still enjoying the support of BXG.

As I've said in the past, GG and DD’s relationship is under the radar. If it was as obvious to everyone else as it is to us, that would ultimately mean that their relationship is ‘out’, which would really harm their careers.

So it’s in GG and DD’s best interests that we seem crazy to other people. Wear it like a badge of pride. Every humiliating, snide, mocking remark from others is a reminder that we are supporting them while also protecting them. Better that we seem like lunatics to others, than that GG and DD are outed against their will to the broader world at large.

Being a turtle will always mean that we will be targets for hate and ridicule. It's just part of the package. People are going to take any chance they can to try to hurt or discredit us. Especially solos, whose feelings are often rooted in boyfriend fantasies with GG and DD.

If you want to be a turtle you're going to have to work on toughening up your shell, because this fandom isn't for the faint of heart.

What now?

I suspect that we will see one of a few possible responses from GGDD:

GG will make a statement of his own, using vaguer terms.

Candy will be dropped to reassure turtles.

The whole thing will be ignored and allowed to blow over.

A lot will depend on how C-turtles respond to this. As far as I can tell they aren't panicking or freaking out like i-turtles are, so I'm leaning toward the likelihood that this will just be left to blow over.

EDIT: They chose option #2. 😅

My advice to turtles

My #1 piece of advice is to stay off Twitter if you can't take the heat. Seriously. 99.9% of the panicked asks I get are from people who've been hanging out on Twitter. The place is so damn toxic, and fans keep going there and getting treated badly and then coming back here to have their wounds tended to. I don't mind being a support to everyone, but it's always best not to get injured in the first place.

Curate your fandom experience, particularly if you're going to hang out in places like Twitter. Block and ignore. Don't even read the messages!! When you catch a hint that it's toxic, stop reading the message and just block the person.

Stop taking the word of antis so seriously. They by their very nature have a goal to hurt you by any means necessary.

Focus on GG and DD and the projects and content they are bringing out. Find your joy and stick with it.

Step away from the computer or phone and get some fresh air.

You might also find my fandom survival guide helpful.

Remember that the turtle fandom has existed for 4 years now. GG and DD have allowed this fandom to exist and have fed us regularly. There is no reason to believe that has changed.

BJYXSZD

#fandom reflections #bxg perspectives #ggdd controversies #ggdd in the public eye #bxg ggdd #solos belong to moling su sect

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thesmokingguns · 2 years

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One Shot

Cookie cutter life.

Perfect batch. The right amount of sweetness with the pinch of sugar, just a dash of spice to keep it interesting. Everything mixed together, blended with no lumps of bumps. Smooth and easy. Perfect with a glass of milk. Warm and fresh.

Everyone loves a good fresh baked cookie.

But what happens when you take a bite out of perfection?

Be a good boy, Sixx.

Nikki begged himself not to do the things he craved to do to the pretty blonde school teacher. Her sensible plaid skirt down to right below her knees, the tan sweater set and loafers just adding to that goody two shoes look. She laughed, tossing those soft waves over his shoulder as she adjusted the leather strap of her bag over her petite shoulder.

He wanted to howl, a dog in heat just looking to hump against something as nature took over. He was practically drooling in the fire engine red ferrari he had just bought.

SHIT!

A beep reminded Sixx that he was in fact driving and not just walking by some pretty girl on the street. He had a decision to make: pull over and meet the girl or drive away. He did a U-Turn, pulling the car hard and making several people turn to look at him as he pulled in front of the school.

She was looking up at him and Nikki was thinking about what to say to her, what he should do to approach her but she was walking over, bending her knees as she looked at him, eyes focused on the man who was driving.

“Are you lost?” Her voice was soft, calm as she looked in at him, not seeming phased by the way he peeled into the parking lot in front of the school. Nikki turned to talk to her now, getting a full on look at her, thankful at how he had sunglasses on because looking at her was like staring at the sun.

When was the last time a woman made him lose words?

She was waiting, throwing a glance over her shoulder where whoever she had been talking to had been standing but they had vanished. When she realized she was alone with him she took a step back and Nikki knew he had to make her feel comfortable.

“I love you.” That was not the smooth line he had been planning and as soon as he said it she took another step back.

“Have a blessed day.” she started walking down the street, away from Nikki who was in a crisis mode as he thought about how he was going to fix this.

Here was the girl he was sure he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with and he was being a level ten creep. He was slowly inching his car along, watching the way she glanced at him, shaking her head as Nikki tried to figure out what to say.

“My name is Nikki and I just want to go on a date with you.” he was pleading his case as she hurried up, giving him a look like he had lost his mind. She didn’t respond as she turned heading down the next street and moved a little faster.

“No.”

Nikki pulled over, getting out of the car so she didn’t think that he was going to abduct her now. On the sidewalk she stopped, turning to him with rage clear across her face.

“I’m engaged.” she held up a hand with a ring on it and he scoffed at the thin band and small stone, just making her more upset.

“Obviously not to the right person.” His arrogance and confidence in himself was infuriating. She didn’t get how the man, who she had never seen in her life before. “I’m just asking for one date with you. You can pick the time and place if that will make you more comfortable.” she rolled her eyes, wishing she carried pepper spray to work.

“I’m engaged.”

“I’m asking you on a date, not to marry you…yet.” She touched her forehead, dealing with small kids was nothing compared to dealing with grown men. “If you’re so sure about the guy, how will one date hurt?” He was trying to use some reverse psychology.

She wordlessly moved to his car, making herself comfortable in the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt as he stood on the sidewalk.

“Okay Nikki. I want to be home by six.” he checked his watch and saw it was 4:45 now but this was his one shot and he was going to make it count.

#Nikki SIxx fanfic #Sunday with suxx #sixx sunday #Nikki SIxx fan fiction #Nikki Sixx #Nikki Sixx fan fi #Motley Crue

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pvt. jules here reporting for getting a ship duty, if you have time… hi

fall in pvt jules, my best friend, my pal, my homeboy, my rotten soldier, my sweet cheese, my good time boy, for whom i will always have time to write a ship. buckle up comrade let's do this shit

joe toye takes one look at you in basic training at camp toccoa, circa 1942 or so, and immediately decides you're the next best thing under the sun amidst those rolling swathes of georgian hills after the aforementioned sun itself. but on second thoughts the comparison might as well be nullified because he's never seen anyone or anything that lights up every room the way you do so maybe to him you're one and the same after all.

and it's far from the only dualism of yours that confuses and delights him. he doesn't understand how someone with your kind eyes and soft skin and healing hands can be such an unstoppable force to be reckoned with, his .45 and hawkins mine and two grenades and smoke grenade and gammon grenade and tnt et al immediately humbled by the way you stake your firm claim to who you are and what you're here for amidst a company of paratroopers two times your size while still managing to come out on top.

you might be an unstoppable force, but joe is far from an immovable object, especially when he finds himself genuinely impressed by someone, and he sure as hell is impressed by you. so when he gets his wings and summons a measure of courage, he asks whether you'd like a drink at the pub for celebratory purposes.

you say yes, because any man willing to 1v1 hitler with a pocket knife is a man who's good enough to buy you your shots for the night.

and when he sees you ordering those shots straight up before the sun's even down, he falls in love.

you're a born debater who spits perfect rhetoric and joe will readily meet you in discourse every time, but he's there because he likes hearing your voice ring out in challenge far more than he likes hearing his own in answer. and it's not like he's winning any of the arguments, not against you. you're far too good for that and he knows it. and you can tell he's there because he likes being in close proximity to you in moments where you rise up and defend something you're passionate about or dispute something you disagree with, because you turn into a woman made of fire then and, good god, he can't get enough of it. you tell me whether he's smug as hell in front of the other easy boys that you're his girl because i think the answer is pretty damn obvious.

he's a listener more than he is a talker and he claims that he's not an intellectual and in all fairness he is a simple and straightforward man with simple and straightforward motivations when it comes to you. he's curious about roman-era northern germanic territories and pre-christianity northern europe and judea during the first jewish-roman war because you're curious about them and because you're willing to share that curiosity with him, and he recognises it as a gift, and he cherishes it like a motherfucker. he doesn't know what "carolingian" means. he knows perfectly well however that he's swept off his feet by the sudden desire to kiss you when you immediately set down the work you have on hand and turn to face him with palpable excitement in your eyes as you begin to explain it to him.

so he begins to really think of ways to show his love in ways that are also meaningful to you. he's a romantic through and through, having fallen first and fallen harder, and he's a lot more considerate about these gestures of love than one who does not know him as intimately as you do might initially imagine him to be. who would have guessed that ssgt joseph toye, the toughest man of the toughest company of the toughest regiment of the airborne corps, is quite the sentimental type who'll get you a bunch of wildflowers in the mountains of berchtesgaden and avert his gaze when he hands a bunch of them to you like they're not flowers he spent the better half of the morning picking out but a mere box of k rations? sir this man is a simp and though he's a little shy about it sometimes, he wears it as well as he wears that heart on his sleeve when it comes to matters concerning you, tough guy reputation be damned. to joe, if any man manages to find fortune smiling upon him so ardently that he might land you and still doesn't go out of his way to treat you right, then that man isn't worth shit.

chivalric as he is moved to be with you sometimes, he doesn't descend to baby you. fuck that. he knows what you're capable of. please see below diagram 1.1 for reference:

the comebacks that come out of your mouth and the fire in your beautiful beautiful eyes would have him go cold if they were ever aimed at him, but they never are. in fact, there's nothing he loves more than to watch you banter with the others and occasionally put someone in their place because that shit's funny as fuck. you're icepick-sharp, but that doesn't make you any less emotional or empathetic, and the bigger your emotions are around him the more he loves you. you're his ride or die, all or nothing just like he is, and just as he didn't hesitate to tell george luz that he met the woman he's going to marry when he first saw you before even learning your name, he doesn't hesitate now to think that you just might be the love of his life. perhaps some part of him is riddled with private anxiety that he doesn't deserve you, which is why he'll go out of his way to overcompensate, especially after bastogne, after he loses his leg, after he realises he's struggling to hold down a job without you fighting for it on his behalf. but you look him the eyes and run your thumb over his cheek as you hold his face in your hands and tell him with utmost sincerity that there's no one for you but him and him alone, and he swears in that moment he'll spend the rest of his life honouring you if for nothing else than for those words alone.

he wears the trinkets for luck you give him. he lets you read his moon sign and starts spreading his newly acquired knowledge of astrology and horoscopes through his platoon like the gospel or a pyramid scheme. he'll go to hell and back for you. you never question anything when you're with him; he leaves no room for doubt. you know that you'll always have his love to keep. oh, how lucky he is.

bonus:

perhaps if he graduated from harvard, david webster thinks, he might have the right words to describe you. he'd call it song of songs part two. he'd call it she walks in beauty the sequel. he'd call it shall i compare jules to a summer's day because she's the loveliest and most temperate and her complexion will never fade because it's been burned in my memory. but he didn't graduate from harvard. silly him.

so instead he observes you and memorises you like a frustrated artist might memorise a muse he knows his hands aren't quite deft enough yet to capture and let alone to replicate. he likes literature in no small part because of the aesthetics of literary form. he likes you in no small part because reading your features and expressions and body language reminds him of reading his favourite books back when he was a student. the same kind of appreciation applies.

he likes that he can drop a reference to something literary or philosophical and theological and your eyes are the first to flicker with either recognition or interest. he likes that you have a thirst for knowledge as unquenchable as his own. above all, he likes that your formidable intellect – that which he might compare to the intellect of penelopeia, queen of ithaca, or "grey-eyed athene", if he ever feels inclined toward a smidge of pretentiousness just to get your attention – comes hand in hand with your compassion. he likes that, amidst the chaos and acridity of war, you're a real person through and through. you challenge concepts you don't believe in. you do not blindly follow ideas and notions that you haven't deconstructed and put back together so that they convince you of their integrity. you speak up. he'll be your sounding board and your devil's advocate if you'll let him.

web doesn't have many close friends in his platoon so he 100% waits for you outside the barracks or mess hall or whatnot at toccoa, and later the house in which you're billeted in aldbourne, so he can walk with you to various places. though he vaguely reminds you of a lost puppy sometimes, the way he follows you around seemingly without realising it, it doesn't bother you in the slightest. after all, he's perfect to call upon if you have errands to run over the weekends off-base and he'll gladly use his pass to accompany you for them. time spent with him is never dull for a moment because conversation flows between the two of you like water. david is never out of things to say to you. likewise, he's never out of patience to listen. he's thoughtful. he likes different ways of looking at the world. to afford the privilege of looking at the world through your eyes by engaging you in meaningful conversation is perhaps the greatest intimacy known to him.

david webster is a curious man. he notices things like tiny variations in your makeup from day one to day two and he never fails to throw in a compliment or a reference to it in conversation as though it's the most natural thing in the world, a casual "i like your eyeshadow today, did you do something different?" or a "your lip colour really suits you by the way" paired with a small smile that's only a quarter sheepish and three quarters charming in the way only his smiles can be.

and he notices other things too, your hobbies, your hyperfixations, your hopes, your dreams, your tendency to stay up too late just as he does when burdened with something. if he were born a century later he'd be a devotee of that one chuck palahniuk quote, "your handwriting, the way you walk, which china pattern you choose. it’s all giving you away. everything you do shows your hand. everything is a self-portrait. everything is a diary." he wants to get to know you by spending as much time with you as possible and learning as many of these little details about you as he can, because you're endlessly and unfathomably interesting to him and he wants to be able to love you without falling into the all too available trap of romanticising you for what you are not. he wants to love you for what you are. and he's so gentle and patient and longsuffering about it that you let him in.

in eindhoven he watches you interact with the little dutch boy he gave chocolate to. dutch is your native language after all, and he can barely understand what you're saying to him but he sees the boy's face light up and he sees the way he warms to you and he finds himself warming to you more than he has before. the earnest look on your face has his heart straining in his chest.

in haguenau, david webster starts writing you love letters. he saves them in his breast pocket close to where his heart is, and the little private poetic gesture is for himself only to indulge in. and even after the company arrives in austria he takes a long time to confess any of this to you, because for all his academic understanding of romance, he genuinely struggles with verbalising his feelings. your intellect is your weapon. his intellect is his shield. he feels safest in the realm of abstracts and hypotheticals. he doesn't like being exposed and raw and vulnerable. he gets tongue-tied. his courage falters. but you're the opposite. to him you've never been short of upfront, and he sees that in you, and he admires that about you. you bring out the impulsive side of him. every passing day it stirs him a little more.

he might not have the right words to describe you, but perhaps he'd be able to talk about his feelings more if he loved you less. maybe it was never about his education. maybe it's as simple as seeing in you a kindred spirit whose companionship he wants for all the foreseeable future.

when the war is over, web asks you what your plans for the future are. you know it's his way of telling you he wants very much to be in them. so you ask him directly whether that's what he means. and you understand him so well. how could he ever say no?

#ships by victoria #mutuals: jules

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westanthewaterman · 2 years

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Risky Business - Illinois x F!Reader 2/3

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 1600+

TW: car sex, unprotected sex, light possessive behavior

Notes: Whee this one was so much fun to write. I may do more with this reader character because I really like them.

MASTERLIST - AO3 - M!READER VERSION - PART ONE

The sound of an alarm and people yelling fill your ears as you book it to the red Jeep waiting outside. The two of you pile in and without a backward glance, Illinois turns the key and slams his foot on the gas, peeling out of the parking lot and down the road, leaving dust and tire smoke in your wake.

You tuck the statue under your seat and sigh, finally feeling like you can breathe.

“Put your seat belt on.”

“What?”

“I said put your seatbelt on, sweetheart. We don’t wanna get pulled over carrying something we shouldn’t be.”

Rolling your eyes, you buckle your seatbelt and cross your arms over your chest. “Happy?”

“Always when you’re around.”

Illinois smirks and suddenly you remember how it felt to have those lips on yours not even ten minutes prior, the thought sending heat rising to your face. In an effort to distract yourself, you shift your eyes to the rearview mirror to watch as the building gets smaller and smaller on the horizon.

“I can’t believe we managed that.”

“Thought we weren’t gonna make it out of there?”

You shake your head. “Honestly, didn’t think I’d be able to distract that guard long enough. Really glad you showed up when you did, I did not want things to keep going the way they were.”

You notice Illinois’s hands tighten around the steering wheel and his jaw clenches.

“Would you…have let things keep going?”

“I wouldn’t have had sex with him if that’s what you’re asking. But maybe a little heavy petting, I don’t know.”

His eyes jump to you, briefly sliding down to your lips before returning to the road. Heat flares up in your chest and you smirk, eyeing him up and down.

“You are so jealous.”

“I am not jealous,” he huffs.

“No, no, you really are. I think it’s cute. How long have you been wanting to kiss me like that, Illi?”

“Cute.” He scoffs. “Enough teasing, I need to focus on my drivin’.”

“No way, I came with you to do this stupid job out of the kindness of my heart, I get to tease you all I want.”

“The kindness of your heart, huh? You sure it wasn’t anything else? Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you’ve been lookin’ at me all night, sweetheart.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I see,” he chuckles, “all talk but you can’t take the heat can you?”

Illinois pulls one of his hands off the steering wheel and places it on your thigh, fingers digging into your skin lightly. Your breath catches in your throat and you lick your lips, that fire inside you consuming your whole body.

“Go on, pretty thing, tell me I’m wrong.”

You whimper. You fucking whimper and Illinois gives you a shit-eating grin and that dark look from earlier. You wanna smack that smile off his stupid, handsome face but something catches your eye. Your graze drops down to his lap where you can see his hard-on straining against his dress pants (that look so fucking good on him it should be illegal with how well they hug his ass and thighs).

Before he can make some teasing quip about the sound you just made, you reach over and cup him through his pants. The car jolts suddenly, rocking you both sideways before straightening out on the road again.

“Warn a guy first, sweetheart.”

“Sorry, it just seemed like you had a very pressing matter that needed my attention.”

“Yeah? You so hungry for it you can’t even wait till we get to the safe house?”

“Can you wait that long?” You undo his belt and tug his zipper down, relishing the way his adam's apple bobs.

Slipping your hand into his boxers, you wrap your fingers around his cock and pull it out for you to see. He’s fully hard, the tip red and leaking precum onto your fingers. Illinois groans as you start to stroke him slowly.

“Darlin’, you gotta stop; I can’t drive while you touch me like that.”

“Then pull over.”

He looks you up and down for a moment before turning on his signal and pulling off the road onto an empty lot. Once the car is parked and the engine is off, Illinois curls his hand around the back of your neck and tugs you towards him, pressing your lips together.

This kiss is much more relaxed and unhurried than the one you’d shared earlier and you feel yourself melt into it. You bury your free hand in his hair, messing up his styled locks and coaxing a groan from him.

Illinois pulls away to press kisses up and down your throat, keeping you as close as he can with the console between you.

“Illi,” you breathe, resuming your slow strokes over his cock.

“Fuck, darlin’, been thinkin’ about this all night. You look so good all dressed up like this, had to fight to keep my hands off you.”

“I don’t think you did a very good job.”

He laughs, “Couldn’t help myself, seeing you with that guard got me all worked up.”

“I noticed.”

Illinois groans and grabs your wrist, pulling your hand off his cock. “Don’t wanna wait anymore, sweetheart. Why don’t you go climb into the backseat and let me take care of you?”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

You step out of the car and climb into the backseat quickly, stretching out across the leather seats as best you can. Illinois joins you in the back, pushing your legs open and kneeling on the seat between your thighs.

“God, you’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” He ducks down to press a kiss to your lips, his hands slipping under the hem of your dress and pushing it up to your waist.

A moan escapes your lips as he runs his fingers over you through the fabric of your underwear.

“So wet. Who’s this for, baby? Was it for that guard back at the party?”

“No,” you shake your head.

“Oh yeah? Then who’s it for? Tell me.”

You open your mouth to respond but he slips your underwear off your legs and slides two fingers through your folds.

“Go on, baby. Tell me who got you all wet like this.”

“You, Illi, it was all you.”

“That’s what I wanna hear.” Illinois starts to rub his thumb over your clit in slow circles while two of his fingers slip inside you easily. “Who do you belong to, sweetheart?”

Your back arches and you moan, grabbing the front of his shirt. “Y-You.”

“Good girl. You’re mine and nobody else gets to touch you.”

He curls his fingers and you swear you see starts flicker behind your eyes as you writhe beneath him. “Illinois, please. I want you so bad.”

“I know you do, baby. That’s why you kissed him, isn’t it? You wanted me to see so I’d show you who you belong to. Don’t worry, darlin’, I’m gonna do just that.”

Illinois pulls his fingers from you and reaches down to stroke himself as he guides the head of his cock to your entrance. He sinks into you slowly and you can feel the way he stretches you open so perfectly. You moan his name, throwing your head back against the car seat.

“Fuck, better than I imagined. Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut and rolling your hips down, trying to get him to move.

“Be a good girl and use your words for me. Tell me how good my cock is making you feel.”

“Illi, please,” you whine, “feels so good but I need more. I need you to fuck me, please .”

“Just what I wanted to hear, baby.”

He pulls out until only the head of his cock is inside you and slams back in with enough force to rock the car. He sets a slow pace of brutal thrusts, forcing a moan from your throat with each one.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down so he’s completely pressed against you. The new angle allows him to go even deeper and the head of his cock hits your sweet spot straight on, sending jolts of electricity up your spine.

“Illinois,” you gasp.

“Was that it?”

You nod frantically and he thrusts into you again, nailing your sweet spot once again. Illinois picks up his pace, slamming into you over and over again, aiming his thrusts perfectly to have you racing towards your end. One of his hands slips between your legs to start toying with your clit and you cry his name.

“I-Illi, I’m- fuck , I’m gonna cum.”

“Go on, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum on my cock, show me who you belong to.”

You clamp down around him, cumming with a long moan of his name as pleasure crashes over you. Illinois isn’t far behind, hips stilling as he empties inside you, filling you with warmth. The two of you lay still as you catch your breath.

Slowly, Illinois pulls out of you, tucking himself back into his pants and stroking a hand over your cheek. “You okay?”

“Way more than okay.”

“Good.”

You sit up, stretching your arms out and wiggling any soreness from your muscles. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see something in the darkness.

“Illinois, we need to go. Now.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Just go, drive.”

You clumsily climb back into the passenger seat and Illinois follows your lead, plopping himself down behind the wheel and turning the ignition. As he pulls out of the lot, his eyes flicker to the rearview mirror and he sees the cop car drive slowly by the lot you were just in.

“That was a close one.��

“Yeah, there’s no way I’m going back to prison and definitely not for something as stupid as public indecency. I don’t wanna go back to Happy Trails.”

“D’you say Happy Trails?”

“Yeah, that’s where me and Mark ended up after that botched museum job we did. He still owes me big for that one.”

“Huh.”

“What?”

“I know a guy in there.”

#illinois x reader #illinois x reader smut #ego x reader #ego x reader smut #west writes #nsft #indiana jones knockoff #requests

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laur-rants · 2 years

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In Space Part 1: Analysis of the Dori[e]ne Whitac[a]re Route

Or, Alternatively: Let’s Take a Walk and Look for a Certain Friend, Shall We?

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

WARNING!! This is a fan analysis of a single route during In Space with Markiplier, which leads to two very important endings. If you do not wish to be spoiled, don’t read any further!! Please go find the routes yourself, and have fun! Don’t let ME spoil the experience for you. Or, allow yourself to be spoiled because I... wrote... whatever, nevermind, just don’t click the read more below!

And for those continuing on: Buckle up!! This one is long, has lots of pictures, and is a bit of a doozy. Grab your cookies and HAVE FUN!

So... Where to Begin?

I really wanted to talk about this route, because I rewatched it a few times, and I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Truth be told, this route is special because this was my first route that I took in Space. And I have to say, out of all of the routes to take first... this is the strangest and most revealing one to take first. And since I was playing with a friend, this all happened mostly by chance. There’s so many ways to go, after all.

But that’s enough of my ramblings. This is one of the single most interesting routes to take, and I’m calling it: The Whitac[a]re route. Let me explain.

Ms Dori[e]ne Whitac[a]re (and I DO spell her name that way for a reason, I’ll get to that in a bit) is seen in multiple routes. Or, well... can be seen in multiple routes, depending on which way you take. But there is a route to take her to get her in nearly every video (outside of the first few that set up the precedent). This is, in my opnion, one of the strangest route to take, especially as a first route, and the one with the wildest implications to it.

So anyway, where to begin? I guess let’s start with the route. Put out the Fire --> Wake the Crew --> Wake the Crew --> Wake the Crew --> Go Towards the Light --> Pop ‘Er In Reverse --> Fire All Weapons at the Wormhole --> Plan K and then EITHER Step into the Wormhole or Well Now I’m Not Doing It! Either ending involves Whitac[a]re, and they are the only endings to INVOLVE Whitac[a]re (glitching in the credits does not count). You HAVE to choose Plan K to see her before the final credits roll.

You know, I know youre reading this and all but...you’re probably wonder why I care so deeply about this particular route. Well, many reasons, really. And that is that this is secretly the Darkiplier Route. Not because it ends with Dark, oh no. It’s because it is Dark. The entire route is Dark. taking to us, dealing with us. Trying to get us to WAKE UP. And you know, we kinda do, in the end. But that’s getting ahead of ourselves, isn’t it. All that really matters is...

Dori[e]ne Whitac[a]re is not all that she appears to be. So until May 2nd, every detail about her should be taken into account, and she should be viewed with high amounts of suspicion.

THE ROUTE

This route starts with us putting out the fire. We have to put out the fire, because it’s the fastest route for us to die. Yes, we can achieve a similar route by picking “Fix Life Support” but it’s a bit more roundabout. We die faster this way. And that’s when things immediately get interesting.

We immediately wake up out of cryo and get to work. We save Mark; because hindsight is 20/20, yeah? We then grab the fire extinguisher; he rushes to save life support. And then, just as your job is done, you hear a single word:

This line specifically is just... delivered so well. It’s clearly Mark, but also, distinctly different. It’s a question, but there is a tentative feeling behind it. It’s half-murmured, it’s soft, it’s nervous, edging on pleading. It’s enough to not only get our attention, but I remember feeling dread upon hearing it the first time. Is something wrong? Did we forget something? We turn and--

We step into the Void. Or at least, what appears to be the Void; the entire area is incredibly reminiscent of what the mansion looked like. Which is a departure from both Date and Heist; we actually haven’t seen anything close to the Mansion’s power since WKM came out. To see it here is jarring and unsettling, both from people who know what it might be, and those who don’t. To make matters worse, we see that, much like Damien once was, the Captain is asleep. But wait, aren’t what’s going on? Are we actually asleep? And if we are, how are we awake?

Are we the Captain? Are we--

Oxygen comes back, and Mark pulls us back into the story. We never see that glimpse of “ourselves” ever again, but it really sets the mood going forward. And forward we must go; there is a ship to save after all. So, we start waking up team members that will best help us out.

However, instead of who we need, we are introduced to... Dori[e]ne.

The Grandmother of the Hour Appears

So, let’s talk about Dori[e]ne for a moment. She appears when we summon another crewmember along this entire route (it should be noted, if we awaken any colonists and Mark is not present, Dori[e]ne here does not appear). The other crewmate will eventually glitch out and she will appear instead.

Now, the matter of her name... and why I spell it the way I do. This is because, as we find out very soon, Dori[e]ne’s name is frequently misspelled.

On any data pad we use, her name is always spelled “Dorene L. Whitacare”. But whenever Mark addresses her specifically, it is spelled slightly different:

Whitacre. This is how the subtitles spell out her name. Now, please bear in mind, I understand that subtitles are not perfect. But what is perfect is the consistency in how the subtitles spell her name, versus how her name is actually spelled. If this was a one-time misspelling, I would hand-wave the writer for the mistake. But it happens every time. And that makes it significant.

Her first name is also misspelled on a post-it note in Mark’s locker later in the route. This begs the question: What is the right spelling? And why is her name deliberately being changed?

And that’s not the only thing of note about Whitac[a]re.

Dori[e]ne is not married. This is not widower speak either; widowers do not suddenly become ‘no longer married’. You say this when you’ve gotten a divorce. This is important because it is the first link Dori[e]ne has to Celine that we see in the route. It’s the first, but not the only. It should be noted that her shawl is also reminiscent of Celine’s design from WKM.

Author’s Notes: While I am not yet calling Dori[e]ne either Celine or Damien, I think the resemblance here is not without purpose. But the last name choice is interesting... is it something close to the twins’ canon last name? It’s impossible to tell, especially because we do not know what the proper spelling actually is, but it is fun to speculate, and I personally will ruminate on it for a while (because its’s fun to, of course).

Regardless of how we meet and greet our elder, she listens to us, the captain, and diligently faces her demise with a plate of cookies. Luckily, her end is swift, and so is ours.

When we revive, however, we are met with the single glitchiest revive in the entire run. We even get a little chromatic aberration, as a treat. How interesting that is.

Everything around us is breaking and glitching. This hasn’t happened before, and will literally never happen in any other time when we are brought back. And from this point on, it only gets worse. Mark glitches through his jobs, and neither of you know how or why. And since this is the run we are taking from start to finish, we’ve never seen the oxygen wheels, we have no idea where the medal came from, and we don’t actually know what’s wrong with cryo because we never got that far yet. And here is where we see something interesting...

The subtitles glitch out for the first and only time in the entire run.

THIS IS NOT WHAT MARK SAYS. Mark’s ACTUAL DIALOGUE IS AS FOLLOWS:

“D-do you remember what the problem was...? Uh, I think there was something about...cryo not working...? For some reason?

And yet, the subtitles say none of that. Instead, it’s almost as if the subtitles are answering Mark for him, to tell him ‘the coolant is the problem? hello?’ But how could we know that? How could me or MARK know that? We haven’t done this before and the world is so glitchy, the SUBTITLES GAVE OUT.

This is huge, because again, this is the first and only time this happens in the whole of Part 1. And this is after Whitac[a]re dies once. And we still have more crew to revive.

And right on time, Whitac[a]re joins the party once again, and she bravely heads into cryo without a fear. She then proceeds to blow the whole ship up... on purpose.

And everything resets, once again.

Hmmm look closely at the gloves and the logo. Is that a little bit of chromatic aberration i see there? It’s not the first time we’ve seen it pop up on this run, and it won’t be the last. But it should be noted, it happens the most whenever the Captain is revived to try again. What’s incredibly different this time, though, is Dori[e]ne herself says to us

“It’s Time to wake up, Captain.”

Then... the Glitches start occurring.

I can’t go into each important one in-depth, but just know that this is where we see glimpses of the other endings, and also multiple sneaks into Part 2. The future and the past....nothing makes sense anymore, but that’s the beauty of it, right?

I will note, this though:

Red for Romance... Red for Celine, who Mark fell in love with and who broke his heart. And Blue for Horror, for Damien, for the villain of his story because who is a hero without a villain?

On this route, Burt notably shows up before he is even called. Burt, who turns into Whitac[a]re. It’s almost like someone is expecting us? She sure is, this time; she is no longer holding cookies, and instead, she begins to speak of dreams, and viciously reminds Mark of her marital status (and I mean, to be fair, she did just tell us not too long ago).

We also get to see, instead of cookies, a new ornament appear on her body, because, for the first time, we can fully see her hands. And Ms Whitac[a]re is wearing a ring! It’s quite the gaudy thing too, very large. It draws the eye.

Where else have we seen someone wear a large ring on their hand, from a design perspective? Ah yes.

No, it’s not the same ring that Dark wears and no, not the same finger., but design choices in Mark’s works are not done in a vacuum. Sure, some things are just done to look nice, but this is deliberate, in the same way a mustache remains pink.

Aside from the ring, and the mannerisms, Dori[e]ne tells us all about dreams and second chances. And then we blow up... and we enter the ship entirely alone.

I wasn’t going to talk about this too much, because there’s not much to say. It’s the ‘ending’ where the Captain is alone on the ship, with no idea what happened to the crew, and slowly drifting off into the void of space... alone. But I think the Whitac[a]re entity is showing us something. That this is how it is. This is how it will be. This is our fate, and it is the fate that awaits us. It’s not the same as the void, where we saw candles, and ourselves in a cryopod, but it is incredibly lonely, and that is a horrifying thought.

In the end, we go towards the light... like every route eventually does. We then get our second chance, and we choose to call a meeting and go in reverse. And boy, we go in REVERSE. Back in time, even. To film noir... and the last time we saw noir in a Mark skit was... Wilford ‘Motherloving’ Warfstache.

Man I love this, what a silly twist.

VERSION 2.0 WHAT IS THE POINT? CAPTAIN?

The Noir world is hilarious, and just makes me miss Abe. There, I said it; Mark can act as an intrepid engineer all he wants, but it just makes me yearn to see Abe again, especially now that it’s confirmed he will be in part 2. But there are some good bits to be seen here, very important ones on this Whitac[a]re route of ours.

AND HERE IT IS...

Wait, hang on, No, not that, but a reference from Actor to or about Celine is always funny.

Haha! BINGO.

The Sticky note reads: “Dorine? Celci? Connection?” And that’s pretty important. Firstly, here is the next misspelling of Whitac[a]re’s name. When it comes to Celci, we know that Celci is clearly an analog for Celine, with the fact that Pam plays the character, plus the name, plus the association with the cold (Her Place for Broken Things is a giant forest in the middle of winter). So what does that make Dori[e]ne? Is she a Damien analog? Her cryptic dialog about dreams and choices certainly makes it seem that way. But why? And what implications does that cause?

Anyway, we choose to fire on the wormhole. We die.

Huh. Wow. Another Chromatic Aberration makes a reappearance, and in full force (it was far more subtle last time). We now go on a wild, Narrator-driven ride.

Author’s Note: Can I just say how wild and disorienting this is without ever having seen Wug before? Being told that Wug is our good friend, not realizing the narrator was getting the fast food part wrong, going to the Universal Stability Agency, getting the wrist device, without any idea of what was going on? Yeah, like I said, this was a RIDE from start to finish for the first run.

This is a pretty great moment. Mostly the humor, but also two different Marks looking at the viewer, and having something like a ‘deep, dark secret’ mentioned. As someone with lore knowledge of Mark’s past escapades, this actually brought me a mild sense of... dread. What could it be referring to? The thing in our hand (story-related, so probably)? The fact that we’re the DA (surely he knows)? Or, perhaps because we are becoming more lucid of this dream we are stuck in, realizing this is some sort of Purgatory, and he doesn’t know we know yet (I mean....)? Who knows? Maybe Part 2 will divulge more. I just love that this is in this route, with everything else before it that we’ve experienced so far.

TIME FOR PLAN K

Plan K is where crap really starts hitting the fan. We finally have had enough. And then, we do the amazing, unthinkable. Because us, the viewer, for the first time, pull a Warfstache on the Story.

Cool, we can summon shit now! Because up until now, nobody but Warfstache (and perhaps Mark, and to an extent, Celine) has been able to expressly change their surroundings to suit their needs. We refuse the script and go improv. We create a second choice. And Life is ours to choose, as a good friend once told us, after all.

Chromatic Aberration number 4. Are we Sensing a pattern yet with this route? And it gets worse and worse each time. Also worth noting that this scene, the computer, the screen we are standing in front of, does not turn on. We poke it for good measure. And then...

WE GOT OUR LEADING LADY BACK. And where does she take us? We open the cryo door and...

THE VOID!! Ah yes, THE VOID. Our good friend... the place between places, the Upside-Down. We usually meet a special friend here...

...But not today.

...Or do we?

... the parallel is certainly there. Heck, I didn’t even notice until now how perfectly they line up. How interesting. Whitac[a]re talks to us... about choice.. the choices we are making, the universes we’re spawning.

Are we actually talking to a disguised Darkiplier here?

Interesting topic, considering Damien and his past. Damien is the one who tells us Life is ours to Choose. He’s the one who gets choice robbed from him, as he becomes a pawn in Mark, and his sister’s, plans and exploitation. He chooses to become a villain... if only to not allow Actor the satisfaction of him getting to force it on him. He even gives us, choices, despite feeling spite around the idea of choice, by this point.

I find this a fine parallel to point out. Because what does Whitac[a]re give us?

One Choice? One whole choice?! Dang, for someone so interested in what our choices are, and what they mean, you are not giving us a lot of OPTIONS, Miss DORI[E]NE WHITAC[A]RE, IF THAT IS YOUR REAL NAME.

Despite this, we once again, can choose a path that we were not told we can take. Just like the spawning self-control button, we can choose one of two options: To Follow Whitac[a]re’s advice and Step into the Wormhole, or Refuse.

THE ENDINGS

If you choose to Step into the Wormhole, you will end up getting the usual ending,with the usual credits. But before that, Whitac[a]re thanks us for our wise decision. She also, curiously, says...

We will see her up ahead. She does not show up in the rest of the credits, so that has to mean she is confirming she will be there in Part 2. But will she be there as Whitac[a]re? Or someone else? Something else?

We won’t find out her secrets until May 2nd. The usual ending scene plays, and Old Mark fights us, calling us the villain, and guessing that we are here to end his work. Not only that but Lady finally surmises that the problems stem not from the Captain, but from Mark directly. This is all revealed before we finally choose to settle the paradoxes, and the universe reboots.

But what if we don’t choose the usual ending?

What if we say... “Well, now I’m NOT Doing it!”?

Well, first.... we flip off Whitac[a]re. Not very mature of us, but its a good visual representation without words that we are refusing her offer and wisdom.

We try and go our own path, but look at that; Whitac[a]re has somehow taken the wristband we need to use the warp crystal.

It should be noted, that she tells us in the other route “You have everything you need in the palm of your hand”. And our semblance of choice is intact.

But now, it has been taken from us. Because We never had a choice to begin with.

Whitac[a]re then goes on to speak as if she knew us personally. Maybe she just came to know us over the.... how many times have we seen each other up to this point? Perhaps we’d met a hundred times already and we simply don’t remember?

And then, the deja vu sets in.

Man... where have we heard that before? Aren’t these the same exact lines from...

The anger isn’t there. But the disappointment is felt, for sure. Just how long has it been, Dark?

And after that. Whitac[a]re just... walks off. Disappears into the void. We don’t see her again, we don’t see the DEVICE again. She just... walks off with it in hand. And we are left with the consequences of our choices.

But, we’ll see her again. Certainly. We made a choice after all. We had to make a choice. Because as an old friend once told us... Life is Ours to Choose.

And Who knows... Maybe we’ll finally see a more familiar face in Part 2.

Author’s Final Note: I mentioned Dori[e]ne shows up someplace else. But...where? She’s actually only in one other, out-of-the-way place. Which makes the above path the most “Complete” path to see her. So, if you go out of you way, just a little bit, you’ll see her, one last time... Send Mark in. Then Send Mark in Again. Then Send Mark in... Again. And you’ll get your wish.

Anything else? No? Well, closing words then, I suppose.

We are going to see Dark in Part 2.

And in fact, we have been seeing him this whole time. From the glitching, the warping, the guidance, the aberrations... he’s been here this whole time. You think he’s not? We even get sent on a wild goose chase on a different path in our futility to find him! But he was right in front of us, all along. You just had to know... where to look.

Buckle up everyone. Part 2 is where things will start to get.... interesting.

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imagining-in-the-margins · 2 years

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Impatient (S.R.)

Summary: Spencer can’t wait until you get home. Request: Reid’s been gone on a case and reader picks him up & after they have been driving, they pull over because they can’t wait & end up having sex in the back of the car and he finishes fast Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Public sex, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, car sex Word Count: 1k

MASTERLIST

There were nineteen traffic lights between the airport and your apartment. This was a fact you and Spencer both knew well, although you’d never discussed it.

The car was eerily quiet. You both stared forward at the tenth light with bated breath, just waiting for it to turn green. The gentle idle of the car was torturous for bodies already riddled with anticipation.

Your thighs tense even though it makes the vibrations feel even more unbearable. The masochist inside you doesn’t take enough pleasure from your teeth bearing down on your tongue, so you make it worse.

You look over at Spencer, who’s in an even worse state than you. He feels your eyes on him and you watch the way his breath catches in his throat. His Adam's apple bobs as he tries to control the desire just a little while longer. But you can see it bubbling under the surface. You can feel his eyes like fire on your skin.

You’re staring at each other, silent, but pleading with the utmost desperation.

You’re so distracted that you barely notice the way the light changes to green.

Spencer makes a decision. You don’t know what it is, but you realize that something has changed when the car veers off to the right rather than continuing through the intersection.

You gasp as he floors it through the mostly abandoned shopping center, but you say nothing. You are too afraid of what will happen if you break the silence. You trust that he wants the same as you.

It’s not until the car pulls crooked into the shady back area of the parking lot that you dare to ask, “What are you doing?”

“I can’t wait another nine lights,” he tries to answer, but he cuts himself off by kissing you. His hands are as greedy as his tongue that immediately slips past your defenses.

You kiss him back without hesitation. But while his fingers press hard against your cheeks, yours are more practical. You struggle to free yourself from the confines of your seat, and he is quick to follow.

All you hear is a chorus of buckles, buttons, and belts coming undone. You hear the loud thud of his chair as it slides as far back as it can go. Then his hands are on you again, guiding you gracelessly over the center console until you land in his lap.

You thank yourself for wearing a skirt, and Spencer thanks you, too. His hands bunch up the fabric and his nails dig into the supple skin of your hips.

In a perfect world, you know that Spencer would’ve gone above and beyond to ensure you were ready for him. Despite his own discomfort, he would take however long it needed until you were begging him to end both of your suffering.

But in this world, you were the one on top, and you got to make the decision.

“Can’t wait,” you whisper against his lips when he tries to slide his hand into your underwear.

You pull back just enough to coat your palm with a healthy amount of spit. With unwavering eye contact, you wrap your hand around his aching cock and cover it the same.

Spencer is already overwhelmed from the mere sight of depravity. He can barely breathe through his groans, and his hips are bucking against you hard enough that your head bumps against the roof. But you can’t find it in yourself to care.

“Please,” he begs you, “Inside, now. Please, I can’t— I can’t wait.”

And while Spencer is no stranger to hyperbole, you believe the desperation in his voice. You end his misery swiftly, pulling your underwear to the side and sinking down on him in one fluid motion.

The car fills with the sounds and smell of sex. You grip the back of his seat and force your hips down harder. You look down at him to find his eyes already struggling to stay open. But he is insistent that he stays looking at you when you start to grind against his lap.

His breath comes out in unsteady and staccato bursts from his dropped jaw. Dispersed among the hot, humid puffs were groans and whimpers that almost sounded like your name.

Spencer holds you harder and tries to help lift you, just enough that he shivers when you drop back down. He’s trying to keep the pace slow, but with each movement, he goes faster. Each time that you separate, he is so eager to bring you down that before you know it, your bodies are barely coming apart at all.

The two of you are helplessly rocking against one another. Your mouths slide against one another to get closer somehow. And although he tries, he can’t stop your hips from moving. You don’t let him.

“Wait, I—" he keens, “I’m going to… fuck.”

“Do it,” you urge, but you see him trying to hold on.

“I haven’t touched myself since I left,” he explains breathlessly.

He tries to continue, but his voice catches in his throat when he feels you react to his words. He feels your body grip him tighter, begging him to let go. But he holds off because he wants you to hear it.

“I wanted… to give it all to you. It’s all for you.”

You feel the love beneath the lust. You can feel your heartbeats trying to synchronize where your bodies meet. You see the way he looks at you as he holds himself back despite the way it hurts.

You hold his face more carefully than you did before. You kiss him, taste the sweetness on his tongue and return it with your own. The hunger had not dissipated, but it had changed. Your movements were just as hurried, your hips still restless and your hands still greedy.

But there is a softness in your voice when you whisper, “Give it to me.”

There is a softness about him when he falls apart. Even when his muscles tense and he holds you so tightly that you can barely breathe.

With the last of your breath, you sing his praise. Your head falls back and Spencer’s mouth latches on to your trembling throat. His tongue coaxes out all the beautiful sounds he can, and your body grips him harder in return.

You feel each twitch of his cock inside you. Time slows down as you feel the warmth flowing through you. Your hips press down harder, demanding that he fulfill his promise to give you everything he has.

And he does. He sobs with pleasure into the crook of your neck and doesn’t stop until he is too exhausted to move at all. Still, he holds you. With soft hands and his lips against your pulse, he finds peace in that simple reverent way.

In that moment of quiet, you both find the energy to laugh about how juvenile you were to fuck in the back of an abandoned shopping center parking lot. But you are still glad that you did it. It didn’t make the ride home any less suspenseful, either, because you were still counting down to when you could hold one another again.

There were only nine lights to go.

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Between the lines

Main Masterlist

A/N: It's- a me! The writer who finally posts something! It's my first one shot that is over 10k and I've worked on it for weeks. It was a challenge, but I had a lot of fun and I'm really proud of it. This story is messy and maybe some of you won't like the ending, but I wrote it for myself and I like it. if you find this story nice tho it would be amazing if you rebloged it or left a comment :3 now to the story!!!!

Pairing: Stephen Strange x gn! Reader

Word count: 10.5k

Warnings: slow burn, mention of a shitty ex, talk about therapy, the reader has mixed feelings about therapy because of their shitty ex, working too much, anxiety attack, not taking meds (I hope I mentioned everything, but if i missed something please let me know!) Probably some grammar mistakes

Summary: After becoming the sorcerer supreme Stephen gets the access to the ancient one's private library full of ancient tomes in languages the doctor hasn't even heard of. Luckily Wong's childhood friend is willing to help and becomes their personal translator.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” Wong greeted you with a wide smile- you didn’t even step into the building when the man picked you up, hugging you tightly. Oh how you missed his hugs! “You have no idea how happy I am that you came.” The librarian let you go and sighed heavily. He embraced you one more time before he took your bags and gestured you to walk in.

You looked around, mesmerised. It was quite a while since you’ve last been to the New York sanctum and even though nothing really changed it still felt foreign. The stairs looked exactly how they used to, but the carpet looked a bit more red than you remember it. Did they clean this old thing or bought a new one? And then there was that old foyer where you used to spend most of your nights, reading some random fantasy novels you found in the nearest library. It was funny how you always insisted on reading those books instead of ancient tomes about real magic. You smiled, remembering that time the former guardian of this building scolded you for sitting too close to the fire and accidentally burning half a page of your book. Thankfully it was no book about sorcery- otherwise you would already be dead because Wong would definitely kick your ass for that. This guy was basically your family but he wouldn’t hesitate to make you pay for damaging something valuable.

“I put your bags in your room.” Your friend’s voice pulled you out of your transe, but you couldn’t stop smiling. You really missed this place. Turning around, your eye caught a glimpse of the closing portal behind your favourite sorcerer. “Tea?”

“Yes, please!” You said and followed Wong to the kitchen, walking with that happy jump to your steps, already excited to spend some time with your friend. When you were still a sorcerer, tea time with Wong always meant exchanging gossip- it was your favourite time of the day. And now you guys had a lot to talk about. “Oh man,” you exhaled and sat down on an old wooden chair right next to the kitchen island, “I missed your tea soooo much.” you giggled and breathed in the smell of your favourite flavour. “Did you buy this tea for me? You know I love it.”

“I actually did it myself.” The man said, proudly and poured your beverage to a ceramic cup from his favourite set. You smiled upon seeing the mugs you got him for his birthday a few years ago. Wong said it was his most valuable possession. “I picked up gardening last year and then decided to experiment with tea. I hope you like it.”

“Gardening? That’s interesting. You didn't mention it at all.” you took a sip and literally melted in your chair. Is this how heaven felt like? “Wow, this is amazing!” you took another sip and closed your eyes, cherishing the taste it left on your tongue. “And you did it yourself?”

“I did.” The librarian puffed his chest like a proud peacock, making you smile again. “And there’s a lot I have to tell you so buckle up- I have a lot of tea to spill.” Wong said, looking at you and expecting a laugh at his oh so genius pun. You were trying to look unamused, not wanting to give him the satisfaction, but you didn’t care to be honest. Yes, that pun was terrible, but still funny! You wouldn’t apologise for laughing at your friend’s corny joke.

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“This is the last time I went to that store alone.” Stephen spoke into the empty air- his voice echoed through the hall with no one around to listen to his whining. The sorcerer supreme sighed, closing the door to the sanctum with his foot and then headed to the kitchen to unpack all those bags. The list Wong gave Stephen was longer than usual and the amount of food the man purchased would last for him and Wong for a whole month. The librarian insisted that his colleague should go to this very specific store at the other side of the city- which Stephen found quite weird but when he questioned it, Wong went on a long rant, explaining to him that they had your favourite kind of noodles and that their spices were top tier. Stephen had never met you, but he could see how much Wong respected you. You were obviously someone very important, but were you worth taking the train and two buses filled with annoying people just to get all those groceries that could be bought from the farmer’s market three blocks away from the sanctum? Stephen didn’t think so.

As he neared the kitchen, the sorcerer could hear someone talking. One of the voices belonged to Wong- Stephen was sure of that- but the other one he had never heard before. Have you already arrived? The doctor stopped in his tracks and sighed when he realised that he wasn’t exactly looking like the most important sorcerer at the moment. What kind of a first impression was this going to be? Would you judge his casual outfit or pay it no mind? It was hard to tell since Wong refused to tell Stephen anything about you other than the fact that you could translate all of the books for him. He didn’t even get your backstory or anything about you as a person. Wong obviously liked you, otherwise he would never have invited you to the sanctum, but the doctor didn’t know what to expect from you. He knew nothing about you. Stephen hated not knowing.

Lost in thought, he didn’t even notice when the hallway’s wooden floor beneath his feet changed to the turquoise kitchen teals.

“Speak of the devil and he will bring you groceries.” The librarian spoke, greeting his fellow sorcerer as he walked into the room.

The doctor’s eyes fell on the person sitting on the counter, face hidden behind the ceramic mug- Stephen was pretty sure that the dish was supposed to keep your smile hidden. So much for a decent first impression. Thanks to Wong.

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You looked at the man who just walked in- bags full of food in his hands. Wong has told you plenty about the new sorcerer supreme, but you didn’t expect to see someone in their late 30s to be the most important sorcerer on earth. You knew he was in his late 30s because your friend has mentioned it once, but the grey in his hair made Doctor Strange look a bit older.

Awkwardly hopping off the counter you put your empty mug aside and walked towards the sorcerer supreme. “Let me help you with those.” You said, pointing at the bags. They were probably really heavy. You didn’t wait for a response and took some stuff in your own hands. “Wong, do you need an invitation or something?” You called, putting the groceries on the kitchen island.

Stephen huffed- almost giggled- when he saw how quickly Wong stood up and took the remaining bags from him. He might not have made a good entrance, but you have for sure impressed him. And you seemed like a really friendly person, too.

“Where are my manners!” You gasped, realising that this guy probably didn’t even know your name and you were so freely opening his cupboards and stuffing them with food. It must have looked weird to him. Leaving Wong to unpack the rest by himself, you walked over to Stephen the second time this day, extending your hand to properly greet him. “It’s an honour to meet you, Doctor Strange.” You heard a lot about this man- the best neurosurgeon in the US, maybe even the world, who graduated young with 5 phDs and then became the sorcerer supreme within a few months of studying magic. It was impressive. You admired him in a way. Wong spoke of him highly as well. Although he did mention the doctor’s arrogance and his ‘dumbassery’ as your friend called it.

Stephen watched your hand move up and then stop midair between your bodies. You wanted to shake hands….

He didn’t have his gloves! What if you stared at them? Even unintentionally. He couldn’t let you see his hands without the gloves on. Maybe he should stop worrying about them so much. Stephen has been trying to put an end to his overthinking but it was harder than he thought. You didn’t seem like a judgy person though.

Before he could make a decision you already pulled your hand away. He didn’t even notice that his own moved behind his back- hiding from your eyes.

“Wong has told me plenty about you.” You smiled, knowing perfectly well that your friend didn’t want his colleague to know about that. “I’m glad I could finally meet you.”

“I’m grateful you decided to help us out.” Stephen spoke, not really knowing what he should say to you. He didn’t know you at all, meanwhile you seemed to know him pretty well. “Wong said you specialise in translating ancient languages.”

“That’s right! I have translated most of the books from the library in Kamar-Taj and a great amount of books from the London Sanctum.” You announced proudly.

“You always asked for those books when you were studying. You should thank our guest for providing your monolingual brain with all that knowledge.” Wong called as he put the last products in the fridge. The librarian was obviously not interested in your awkward ‘get to know each other’ conversation and would rather go back to gossiping with you about some of the masters from Hong Kong. He didn’t even get to the part where Master Emily was having an affair with Master Min and that they got married in secret two weeks ago.

“It was all you?” Stephen asked, surprised. During his stay in Kamar-Taj the doctor had read dozens of books- in the beginning of his journey with sorcery said books were mostly in English, but once he memorised them he started reading the versions of those books in the original languages. It helped him learn how to read sanskrit in two weeks. “I must say I’m impressed. They proved to be very helpful.”

“I’m happy to hear that.” You couldn’t stop smiling- it was rare to hear people praising you and you always got excited when that happened. “How many books do you have for me, Doctor?”

“Oh, yes, please follow me.” Before he could leave, Stephen turned around to Wong, “is it my turn or your turn to make dinner tonight?”

“It’s your turn.” The librarian spoke as he moved to exit the kitchen and walk to his own room.

It was Wong’s turn.

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“20 books?” You said, looking at the old tomes in Stephen’s office.

“I know it's a lot and I understand if you don’t want to do all of that-”

“You want them translated into English, right?” You asked and picked up the first book from the enormous pile, laying on the sorcerer’s desk.

“Yes, of course.” the sorcerer paced awkwardly around his room and watched as you went through the master’s guide to astral projection in mirror dimension. Was it embarrassing that the sorcerer supreme needed assistance to read books? The Ancient One didn’t need a translator and most of the Masters were fluent in more than one language. Stephen made a mental note to download duolingo. But did they teach Hebrew from two thousand years ago?

“Would you like me to translate it into any other languages?”

“How many do you know?” The doctor asked, curious.

“7 if we only count the old ones.” You answered and picked up another book, carefully inspecting its spine. Maybe if you find the time you will restore some of them as well.

“And if we count the new ones?”

“24.”

“How long will it take you to translate them?” Stephen changed the subject, feeling quite intimidated by your skills. He wouldn’t tell this to anyone, but last night he really needed to translate some notes and used Google to do it. Needless to say the spell was a disaster and the doctor swore to never use google translate for spells ever again. Even if he’s desperate.

Your eyes scanned the heavy tomes in front of you once more while your brain tried to calculate the amount of work you were about to begin.

“Two months. Maybe three.” You answered, putting your hands into the pockets of your black zip up hoodie. “I can start tonight.”

“Three months per book or-”

“All of them. I need to print the pages and then bind them into a new book and that will also take some time- hence three months.” You explained, knowing perfectly well that you would probably do it in two months. That’s if you were able to hide from Wong that you worked using your astral form in your sleep. He would never let you hear the end of it if he found out. “Now let’s talk about payment.” You walked around the desk and sat down at a little armchair in the corner.

Stephen stood frozen in place, watching you making yourself comfortable. He felt embarrassed because he didn’t take into consideration that you would want money for your services. Now that he thought of it he felt stupid for not thinking about it. The sorcerer’s hand wandered up his neck, scratching the skin on his nape as if that would help him come up with a solution.

“Oh dear, I was just kidding!” You laughed, covering your mouth with your palm. “I don’t want your money, Doctor.”

Those words made Stephen breathe out in relief. “Are you sure? You said it will take you three months. It wouldn’t be fair of me to expect you to do this for free.” Yes, Stephen didn’t have money, but the thought of you getting nothing in return for your hard work rubbed him the wrong way.

“You really don’t need to worry about money, Doctor.” You stood up and walked up to the pile of books again, your fingers tracing the spines as you continued- “I want to do this for the sanctum. Besides you letting me stay here is already enough. Those books are for the sorcerer supreme only and I’m honoured that you’re entrusting me with them even though we don’t know each other.”

“I’m happy to hear that because we are broke.” Stephen said, causing you to laugh again. You were a very nice person and Stephen liked your personality a lot. Your aura was friendly and kind which was something this place really needed. “I guess that means you’re hired!” The sorcerer joked.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

“Please call me Stephen.”

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Rubbing your eyes, you leaned back in your chair. A little desk lamp and your laptop were the only sources of light in the library. You couldn’t tell how late it was but you knew you should stop and call it a day. In the first two weeks of your stay in New York you have already done more than you expected. If you kept up that pace you would be done in less than two months, but working all day since sunrise and then writing in your astral form all night wasn’t healthy. Plus Wong started to be suspicious and took your sling ring so astral projecting was off the table for a while.

As much as you loved peace and quiet, the sounds of New York’s nightlife made you a bit nostalgic. Honking of a car, laughter of tourists- things like that would annoy most people, especially at this hour, but you missed it. You missed this city. Maybe once you were done with your work in the sanctum you would stay for a bit longer. Just because. And to be completely honest you really missed hanging out with Wong. It felt like a family reunion and you loved it. You didn’t know how much you needed this until now. It felt so good to be with people who genuinely cared about you and wanted you around. You haven’t felt wanted ever since your failed relationship a year ago. It was a very disappointing experience that damaged your confidence, but thankfully Wong was there to help you pick up the broken pieces like a good friend. Nights like this one always send your mind in all the wrong places.

“Can’t sleep?” Stephen’s voice called from the entrance, making you jump in your chair. Your hand rested on your chest, feeling the rapid beat of your heart caused by the person standing in the doorway. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He smiled apologetically and put some papers on the desk next to yours. “Isn’t it a bit too late for that?” The doctor pointed at the white screen of your laptop with a cup of tea in his hand.

“I was actually going to take a break.” You announced with a yawn and stretched your arms over your head so hard your whole body shook. “I don’t have much left though and I could always rest after it’s done.”

The sorcerer hummed, looking at your screen. “You want to tell me that you have almost translated the whole book?” His eyes moved between the laptop, your notes and the heavy tome laying on the desk.

“Yes?”

“600 pages in less than two weeks?” Stephen took a sip of his already cold tea, cringing at the bitter taste.

“I'm actually finishing the second book.” You said, moving your arms around in hope it would ease the pain in your back. “Impressive, I know.” You joked, winking at the man sitting next to you.

“It actually is quite impressive.”

“My secret is Wong's black tea 5 times a day with three sugars and astral projection after midnight.” Stephen’s laugh echoed through the empty library, making you smile. The two of you didn’t spend much time together- he had his duties as sorcerer supreme and you were working on your translations. Neither of you wanted to disturb the other one. The only conversations you had so far were the ones around the dinner table with Wong. It was nice, but you wished you had more time to get to know Stephen. “Although he confiscated my sling ring so I can’t do that anymore.”

“It’s not healthy to use your astral form too often.” The man said, knowing he sounded like a hypocrite, but you didn’t have to know it. “Trust me, I’m a doctor.”

“Didn’t you use it every night back in Kamar- Taj to read?” You asked, amused by the look on Stephen's face.

“So he told you.”

“Wong tells me everything.” You grinned, narrowing your eyes playfully.

"Everything?" The doctor asked in a tone that sounded more like a dare. You weren't expecting the new sorcerer supreme to be such a chill person and you were glad that he liked to mess around sometimes. It made your stay at the sanctum a lot more fun than you thought it would be.

"Everything, including that one time you accidentally turned a student into a cat because you didn't read the spell correctly." You whispered, slowly gathering all of your notes and closing your laptop. You knew you wouldn't get anything else done that night. "But just so you know- Wong speaks very highly of you. He enjoys sharing those funny stories with me though."

"Good to know," Stephen grinned, feeling quite relieved that his colleague- friend- respects him beyond his occasional arrogance. "He has never told me anything about you before though." He said, sounding almost disappointed. Maybe Stephen and Wong weren't that close yet. They tend to talk about other students and masters, but never about their lives outside of the sorcery world. They should definitely change that.

"Is there anything you'd like to know, Doctor?" You stood up to throw away the pieces of paper that you didn't need anymore and stretched your legs a bit. It felt so good to move around like that after a whole day of sitting.

"It would be nice to get to know you better, but I think it's quite late and we both should be sleeping." The man said and yawned which made you yawn, too. Yeah, it was really late.

"I think you're right. I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone hold a conversation." Looking down at the desk you decided to clean the rest tomorrow. It wasn't going to run away.

"You could take a free day tomorrow and accompany me to London." Stephen suggested. You were a really nice person and the sorcerer liked your friendly spirit. You liked to joke around- even with Wong- and Stephen would lie if he said that he didn't wish for you to stay longer. He didn't feel so lonely with you around. Yes, you didn't talk much but he knew that you were always in the library with Wong and it made this place less…. lonely.

"I would like that! I haven't been to London in ages."

"Let me walk you to your door." The Doctor said, offering you his arm with a playful little bow.

The two of you stayed silent while you walked- neither of you had enough energy to talk anymore. The sound of your synchronised steps echoed through the empty halls. The distance from the library to your bedroom wasn't too long but it felt like eternity to get there. A free day was probably a good idea- you could feel the effects of your constant work and seriously needed a day to yourself.

The only words spoken between you were the whispered goodnights and the sanctum was dead silent again.

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"You want to tell me that one day you just went on a walk and accidentally walked into the sanctum in Hong Kong?" Stephen asked, taking a bite of his sandwich.

The two of you decided to have brunch in a little cafe near the park- for you it was more like breakfast, but there was a 6 hour difference between NYC and London. The place was lovely and the chilly weather of early spring in England combined with the beautiful scenery of trees and the river made you smile.

You took a sip of your tea and smiled at the memory.

"I was a kid and didn't know I wasn't allowed there." You explained, trying to make sense of your actions from the past. "I was 8 and got bored so my grandmother told me to go play with other kids, but I got lost on my way to the playground and ended up in the sanctum." Stephen watched you carefully which meant he was really interested in the story. He rested his cheek on his hand and you continued, " I got really scared because I realised that I wasn't supposed to be there and when someone tried to talk to me I ran and hid in the library-" you had to laugh at that. Little you were terrified, but the older you found the story hilarious. "Wong found me an hour later crying under the desk and then walked me home."

"That's an adventure." The doctor laughed- the wrinkles under his eyes made themselves more prominent. It suited him. Happiness suited him.

"My grandma then made cookies and told me to give them to the nice man who got me back home." You smiled and took another sip of your drink. "And then I just kept coming there whenever I had time and hung out with Wong in the library. He made me his apprentice- although he was still just a student himself. I insisted and he couldn't get rid of me."

"Really?" The sorcerer would love to see the little you annoying Wong so much he had to make you his apprentice to shut you up.

"No, he actually asked if I wanted to study under him."

"Did you say yes?" A sudden blow of cold wind made the sorcerer shiver, but he didn't pay much attention to it. Talking with you felt so natural and it felt like you've been friends forever. It was nice to have this connection with someone. Stephen really needed to feel normal every once in a while and sitting with you outside of a cafe on a chilly afternoon in London made him feel normal.

"Take a guess, doctor."

"Right, that was a stupid question." Strange grinned, hiding his face in the hoodie he wore to shield himself from the wind. Stephen could tell you he wanted to go inside, but you seemed to enjoy the chilly weather. He wouldn't die if the wind picked up every now and then.

"There are no stupid questions." You said, playing with the remains of your tea that were too cold to enjoy anymore.

"I like your mindset, but as someone who worked in medicine for years I can tell you that some people ask very stupid questions."

"I can only imagine."

"So why is it that I have never met you before. I was in Kamar-Taj for a very long time and I visit other sanctums whenever I need to, which is pretty often." The doctor was curious how he managed to not see you even once during his stay in all those places.

"Oh, I left the sorcery world when I was older because I got into a university in Scotland. I still kept in touch with Wong and some other masters though. I even visited New York last year but it was only for the weekend and you weren't there."

"What did you study?"

"You will never believe when I tell you." You wiggled your eyebrows with a smirk on your face.

"Surprise me." Steohen said, already suspecting what your answer was going to be.

"I studied ancient languages and became a translator for an archeology centre in Greece when I graduated." You didn’t mention to him that you quit working in said centre after one of your colleagues broke your heart into a million pieces and walked all over it. He didn’t have to know about your failed romances. At least not yet.

"No way." The doctor fake gasped causing you to laugh again.

"Shocking, I know."

"I would have never expected it." He kept playing along, amused by your silly shenanigans. "Why languages? Was it like your passion or a hobby?" He asked, coming back to his more serious self.

"I always learned fast- I took Latin in school and then thought it would be fun to learn similar languages so my mom signed me up for French classes, I learned Spanish at home because I was tired of French and then took Swedish to change things a bit. Then there was Japanese, Korean and Hindu. And then when I started spending more time in Kamar-Taj I thought it would be very fun to be fluent in languages no one speaks anymore. It all just came natural to me. I was good at it so I decided to do it for a living." You explained; your gaze getting lost in the picture of the clouds changing their shapes. Taking a deep breath you tried to think of a good topic of conversation, but Stephen beat you to it and spoke again.

"That's really interesting. Your brain is fascinating."

"My brain you say?" You remembered that he used to be a doctor from what Wong told you, but you didn't know what kind.

"I mean- you possess so much knowledge I can only imagine how amazing your neural connections must be." Stephen continued, his hands flying around as the words left his mouth.

"That is the strangest compliment I have ever gotten- I love it." You put your hand on your chest, trying to show your gratitude. "Pun not intended."

Your afternoon was filled with fluid conversations that seemed to have no end. Stephen asked about your family, friends, hobbies. Being your polite self you asked them the same questions and found things that Wong didn't tell you.

For example, the sorcerer supreme used to play piano and was pretty good at it. His love for music extended farther than just listening to sounds- he also liked to create them. The doctor hid it well, but you could see the sadness in his eyes when he told you about his musical skills. It was because of his hands- that was for sure. They wandered down under the table, hiding from your eyes as he spoke about his passions. You had scars of your own- you understood the struggle.

But it was still painful to see- ever since you met him Stephen was nothing but confident in everything he did. Sometimes he walked the thin line between confidence and arrogance, but it was a part of his charm. He never was an asshole- not to you, not to Wong. Not even to that kid who tried to put graffiti on the sanctum's walls two days ago. At the end of the day Stephen- although still very much powerful- was just a man. A human being with insecurities.

"Did you play the banjo as well?" You asked resting your chin on your fist- elbows on the table.

"Just because I'm from Nebraska doesn't mean I know how to play the banjo." Stephen defended himself, throwing his hands in the air dramatically.

"Answer my question, Stephen." You demented, pointing a finger at him and trying to hold in your laughter. Stephen's lips formed a thin line. The red on his cheeks became more prominent- maybe it was the cold.

"Yes." The sorcerer mumbled.

"What was that?"

"I won't repeat myself."

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You’ve been in the New York sanctum for over a month now and it was the first time ever that all of you were in the library at the same time. Right after your morning tea the three of you headed there to do your own things- you wanted to finish translating the book on interdimensional herbs, Wong was going to fix a spine of his book of shadows meanwhile Stephen was trying to upgrade some spell. It was quiet, but very cosy. Almost domestic if you dared say that.

Speaking of Stephen- ever since that day in London you became pretty good friends. He talked to you more, made sure you took breaks when working. Sometimes he would invite you to go grocery shopping with him and Wong. Yeah, it was really domestic. You never expected the sorcerer supreme to be so friendly towards you, but you were glad he proved you wrong. You were happy to have a friend like him. This place really felt like home when Wong and Stephen were there with you. You really felt wanted.

Wong was basically family to you and you always felt wanted around him, but it really surprised you how hard Stephen was trying to make you feel at home. Making your favourite food for dinner, taking you on walks. One time you and the doctor were talking about movies and he even suggested a movie night. You accidentally fell asleep on his shoulder that time and Wong took a photo of it. It looked pretty cute- you had to admit that. But the more you looked at that polaroid- or thought about everything you did with Stephen- you realised that there might be something more between the two of you than friendship.

You saw each other every day- talked every day- for over a month now. Just a month but it felt like years. It scared you a bit. How quickly you were developing a crush on this man. And it wasn’t like you didn’t want to get involved with him romantically- Stephen was a great person. But your last relationship left a hole in your heart and even though a lot of time had passed since that failed romance you were still weary when it came to dating. Especially if the person of your interest was the most powerful sorcerer that you have met only a month ago! Plus you were literally working for this man.

It was a shame that you had to leave so soon. After you got your sling ring back you continued to work 24/7, translating 15 books in two weeks which was your new record. Wong had volunteered to book-bind a few pages, making your job even easier. Meaning that you would be done even faster. To be honest you didn’t want to go back to your job in ‘real life’. Yes, you loved it, but you didn’t realise how much you missed the world of sorcery until now.

You were torn between wanting to be a sorcerer again and having a normal life. Your fingers stopped typing as your eyes stared at the bright screen of your laptop- not really focusing on anything. The sound of your keyboard had been the only thing filling the silence. Now the air in the room was dead and empty. Looking around you watched as the two men worked on their own things and decided to take a short break- make some tea for the boys, stretch, think about your future. Stuff like that. And so you left quietly, knowing that neither of them probably even noticed that you were gone.

Little did you know that one of your friends was watching you all the time. Wong sensed that something wasn't right. The moment you picked up another book to translate your mood shifted. It was odd and Wong didn’t like seeing you like this.

“SHIT!” you shrieked as you turned around and saw the librarian, standing in the kitchen doorway. “I could have dropped the kettle!”

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” The man apologised and sat down at the table, trying to figure out how to even start this conversation with you. Deciding it would be easier to just rip the bandaid off he spoke again. “You seem sad today. Is everything alright?”

The question surprised you. “I didn’t think you’d notice.” You didn’t disagree. You didn’t see the point in hiding your feelings and you had always trusted Wong. You could tell him everything without the fear of being judged.

“I wanted to get this job done as quickly as possible-” you said, fiddling with the kettle in your hands. “And now that I'm almost done I don’t think I want to leave.”

“Then stay.” He smiled at the thought of you living in the sanctum again. This last month reminded Wong of the good old days when you used to share a house and do all kinds of stuff together from practising spells to folding laundry.

“Do you think Stephen would allow it?” you asked, shyly. The doctor was in charge of the sanctum after all so it all depended on him and his decision.

“He adores you! Of course he would allow it.” The librarian rolled his eyes when he said the word ‘adore’ which made your face feel a little bit warmer for some reason. “Just ask him about it. He will be thrilled to hear that you’re staying.”

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Another week passed and you still haven’t asked Stephen. Wong’s words made you rethink some things and reflect on everything that happened in the last month. Closing the book you’ve been working on for the past two days you realised that there’s only one of them left.

Your friend’s words played in your brain like a broken record.

‘He adores you’

You didn’t want that.

Okay, maybe you did, but you weren’t ready for that yet. You weren’t ready to get your heart broken again. Besides you weren’t planning on staying any longer than necessary so why even worry about it?

Laying on your bed, you stared at the white ceiling, trying to come up with a solution to your- not so little- problem when a knock on your door pulled you out of your head.

“Hi.” Stephen whispered- his head peeking from behind the door. “I saw the light in your room was still on and wanted to check on you.” The sorcerer invited himself in and leaned his shoulder on the wall.

Your eyes fell on the jar of cookies he was holding in his hands. Stephen’s gaze followed yours and the doctor smirked.

“I was going to eat them alone, but since I’m already here would you like one?” He said, taking a step forward and sitting at the edge of your bed. You moved, too- your back straight against the headboard. It created more distance between you which wasn’t really intentional, but you were glad that there was a bit more space. Of course you would love nothing more than to get closer to Stephen, but it was all happening so quickly. And you hated yourself for feeling that way.

“So…” The jar lid popped open and your friend took two cookies out of it, handing you one with a silent question. You took it without thinking twice; your fingers brushed and a shiver went down your spine. “You couldn’t sleep again?”

You signed, taking a bite and not really caring about the crumbs on your sheets.

“Not really.” You managed to say between the bites. Stephen observed you carefully- almost like he was studying your face and all your movements. You had plenty of conversations that started in this exact way. Usually you would talk the night away, but you weren’t in the mood to talk for so long.

“Is everything alright?” The sorcerer’s voice echoed through the room- it was deep and very soft. You loved listening to him talk, not only because you liked how his voice sounded, but also because he was always very nice to you when you two talked.

“Why shouldn’t it be?” You raised your brow, hugging your knees close to your chest to get some comfort.

“Wong said you’ve been ignoring him. And you’ve been ignoring me, too.” The doctor mimicked your pose, now fully sitting on your bed. “I know we don’t know each other as long as you and Wong do, but I still care about you. You are my guest and I would be a horrible host if I didn’t care about your wellbeing.”

You knew he said it to make you feel better- to make sure that you knew that you could trust him. And you did. You trusted Stephen. But not with your feelings. You weren’t even sure what those feelings were.

Were you just excited that you made a new friend and mistook that excitement for romantic attraction? He gave you his attention, but this was what people did when they wanted to be friends with someone. Strange smiled at you once and you were convinced you developed a crush on him. It was pathetic how much you craved love that you were seeing it everywhere even if it wasn’t true.That was probably the reason your last relationship was a disaster. You went into it too quickly and then were surprised that it didn’t work out. You needed more time to think about it- your feelings for Stephen. He was a good friend and you would hate to lose that.

“I really appreciate it, Stephen.” You said with a genuine smile on your face. There was still some uncertainty in your eyes. “I think I’m just a little tired. I tend to overwork myself sometimes.”

“That makes the two of us then.” He smirked and pulled out another cookie. Stephen handed you the jar and you moved closer to him, decreasing the gap between your bodies. “I saw that you have just one book left to translate.”

“Yeah-” You sighed a bit too loud, ignoring the sorcerer’s gaze. “Wong said he would bind them all so I will probably be gone by the end of the next week.” You said, feeling a weird squeeze in your chest. You didn’t know why you felt like that. You leaving wouldn’t be the end of the world! You would still keep in touch with Wong- you have for all those years. So why was it affecting you so much this time?

Stephen stood up, clearing his throat quietly. The man stood up, leaving the cookie jar on your blanket and wiped his hands clean on his pyjama pants.

“You are welcome to stay longer if you want.” The doctor announced and slowly made his way to the door. “Wong and I- we love having you around. I wanted you to know that.”

Stephen left, letting you be alone with your thoughts.

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“Do you really want to go back to your old job though?” Wong asked, taking a sip of his morning tea. You liked to talk about many things with him, especially in the morning while you prepared breakfast. But the topic of your old job was making you nervous. It wasn’t really about the job itself- you liked what you were doing. The issue was people- or rather a person- who was still working there. It’s been almost a year since you left and your side gigs couldn’t pay all of your bills. You were happy when Wong called you and asked if you could come by to help translate some stuff, but you were here almost two months and felt like you should leave soon. You wouldn’t have to figure out your feelings for Stepehn if he wasn’t around.

“I have to make money somehow.” You flipped a pancake and put on a fake smile.

“You could find something here in New York. And you wouldn’t have to worry about rent since you’d be living here.” Your friend proposed.

It wasn’t a bad idea- now that you think of it it was an excellent idea. You really couldn’t argue with that.

“I will think about it.”

“That’s all you’ve been doing lately.”

Why was it so hard for you to open up to Wong now? You never had a problem with that before. Taking a deep breath you decided to rip the bandaid off.

“I think I have feelings for Stephen.” You breathed out, looking at your dear friend and waiting for his response. All you got was a hysterical laugh.

“That’s a good one!” Wong said, slapping his knee repeatedly. “Oh dear, I love your jokes.”

But you didn’t laugh.

“No- you’re-” the librarian lowered his tone, almost whispering. “No.”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

That was a good question. Were you sure?

“I don’t know.” A tear rolled down your face- you didn’t even know why you were so emotional about it. You didn’t even know for sure and you were making such a scene. Putting your face in your hands you shook your head and cried. “I don’t know, Wong!”

You were trembling and breathing heavily in your friend’s arms and didn’t even notice that you were walking somewhere- the librarian guiding you. You couldn’t see well because of the tears, but you recognised the outline of your room. Your knees hit something soft and if Wong didn’t turn you around you would flop on the bed face first.

It took you half an hour to calm down.

You missed breakfast that day, too.

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Taking a deep breath you put your sweater on and exit the library. You tried to do something productive, but nothing was going your way today. First the fiasco in the kitchen, then you isolating for the rest of your day and now sneaking out to the library when everyone else was asleep. What was going on with you?

Your stomach spoke, demanding food. You weren’t surprised- you haven’t eaten anything at all. And you really should do that. You can’t keep destroying yourself because of one tiny inconvenience.

Your bare feet walked through the wooden floors leading to the small kitchen you love so much.

“Midnight snack?” Someone spoke, making you jump and bump your leg into a chair. “I’m so sorry.” The familiar voice apologised, gently putting a hand on your shoulder to see if everything was alright. “I thought you saw me.”

“It’s fine.” You shrugged it off, massaging your knee to ease the pain a little. “I wasn’t paying attention.” You straightened your back and realised how close to you Stephen was.

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Would you like some tea? I was gonna make myself a cup.” The sorcerer proposed, taking a step back and giving you space.

Playing with the sleeves of our sweater you jumped on the counter- your favourite place to sit- and nodded. “I would kill for a cup of tea right now.”

“No killing will be necessary. I will do it willingly.” Stephen smirked, taking two ceramic mugs out of the upper cupboard. You noticed that one of them was your favourite mug- you used it literally every day and Stephen was a very observant person so it shouldn’t be surprising that he knew what you used to drink and from where. “The usual?” He asked, throwing a kitchen towel over his shoulder like a bartender, making you giggle.

“Make it double.” You said, playing along.

“So what brings you here at this hour?” The doctor asked, pouring the hot water into your mugs and then putting the tea inside.

“I wanted to get some work done, but I couldn’t focus.” You explained. Your friend handed you your tea and you thanked him with a shy smile.

“Wong said you had a really bad anxiety attack this morning-” the man hopped on the counter right next to you, his baby blues looking at you with some kind of softness you haven’t seen in him before. “-and I know you probably don’t want to talk about it which is fine-” he spoke, not really knowing where he was going with it. He wanted to make you feel better, but Stephen wasn’t the best at expressing his emotions. He was going to try though. For you. “-but i want you to know that you can trust me and I can find you some professional help if you need it. I know a few people who would be able to help.”

“I don’t-” you tried to defend yourself, but your voice shook. “I’m not crazy. I don’t need it!”

“Where is this coming from?” The doctor asked, confused . “Therapy can be for everyone no matter what and there’s nothing wrong with getting help.” He turned to you to get a better look at your face. He looked surprised by your little outburst, but he knew there was more to the story.

“You think so?” Suddenly you felt small. You have been to therapy before, but your ex wasn’t really supportive of that. You were called a variety of names. You were shamed and gaslighted into believing that you seeking help was a sign of weakness. That’s why you stopped going. You stopped taking your meds. And when you hit the rock bottom your partner decided that you weren’t worth all the trouble and left. You were scared of asking for help again- it was a weird fear, but it just wouldn’t let go of you.

“I know it.” Stephen’s gentle voice made you tear up a bit. “I’m no psychologist, but I have contacts. If you want I can accompany you to the first session. Or Wong.” He put your arm around you, drawing random shapes on your shoulder in a soothing motion.

You gave in and embraced him, throwing your arms around his neck and sobbing quietly.

“Thank you, Stephen.” You whispered and felt his hold on you tightening.

“Did anyone ever tell you that it was wrong to go to therapy?” The doctor asked in a hushed voice. He didn’t break the hug.

“You could say that.” You sniffled, face still hiding in his chest. You were sure there was already a wet spot from all your tears on his shirt. “An ex of mine had very strong opinions about me taking meds and going to therapy.”

“What a dick.” Stephen huffed, anger radiated from him. If he ever met that person he would send them to some crazy dimensions to fuck with their mind. “They didn’t deserve you.”

“There’s a reason this person is an ex.” You smiled sadly and took a deep breath. “Wong had already kicked that asshole’s butt so don’t worry.” You giggled at the memory. Violence was never the answer, but in that case it was really appreciated. “But ever since then I was kinda scared of reaching out, you know?”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Your friend’s hand wandered from your shoulder up to your hair and gently massaged your scalp, making you melt in his arms. “I will make some calls first thing in the morning. You should see someone as soon as possible. Especially if you need medication.” He said. You could hear the determination in his voice. Stephen was nothing like your last partner. He really cared. He supported you and wanted the best for you. And even if there could never be anything more than friendship between you you would still be happy to have him in your life. “When was the last time you took your meds.”

"I'm embarrassed to say." You straightened your back and let your hands fall from Stephen's neck. He was still holding you, knowing you still needed some comfort.

"You don't have to tell me, but please mention it to your therapist, okay?" The sorcerer gave your shoulder a light pat and hopped off the counter. "Our tea is getting cold." You smiled and followed your friend to sit at the table. You saw him taking a sip from his tea and cringe. "The bags were in the water for too long. It's really bitter."

You sighed, putting the mugs in the sink. It was probably a sign that you should go back to your room.

"There's a place 3 blocks away with great Thai food." Strange looked at you with a silent question. You couldn't say no to food, but you weren't sure if it was a good idea to go out so late. "They also have great tea and I know for a fact that they are still open." He sensed your hesitation, but refused to leave you alone in your room with your thoughts. You had to get away from here- even if it was just for a few minutes. "I'm paying."

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Walking side by side with Stephen, your arms in your pockets to shield them from the cold midnight air, you looked around to see plenty of people doing all kinds of stuff. New York truly never slept. It was a part of its charm.

The doctor offered you his arm when a group of tourists passed through the crowd, almost pulling you in with them. You liked big cities, but you absolutely hated the crowds. You hooked your hand in the place between Stephen's arm and his elbow, holding it tightly. It didn’t take long for you to get to the restaurant Stephen told you about. You visited many places like this with the boys when neither of you wanted to cook anything, but this building wasn’t familiar to you.

Stephen opened the door for you like the gentleman he was and as you stepped inside you were hit with a variety of smells. Your stomach reminded you of its existence once more and you were sure everyone in the room could hear it.

Your friend waved his hand at the older lady behind the counter with a smile on his face. He gestured at the small table in the corner- hidden from everyone’s eyes- and took your jacket. Taking two menus from the wooden napkin holder in the middle of your table, Stephen handed you one, his cold fingers leaving a feather-like sensation on your palm.

“Their green curry is delicious.” The sorcerer said, turning his menu around and pointing at the picture on top.

“I will have to take your word for that, Doctor.” You smirked actually feeling some happiness in you after the entire day of sleeping in your depression cave you called the bedroom.

“What tea would you like?” He asked, tapping a finger on his knee to the beat of the song playing from the radio. Your eyes scanned the pages of the little book in your hands. Stephen was watching you while you tried to make a choice. You looked adorable with your hair a bit messy from the wind, biting your lip deep in thought. The sorcerer smiled- you couldn’t see it, but the look he gave you was full of adoration.

“I think I will get the Thai Ice Tea.” You announced, putting your menu aside. Turning your head to face Stephen you noticed that he was staring and immediately became self conscious. “Do I have something on my face?”

“What? No it’s just-” The doctor straightened his back, blushing. The awkward pause between you was interrupted by the waitress who appeared at your table.

“Stephen! It’s so good to see you here, honey.” The older woman you saw earlier behind the counter pinched the man’s cheek in an affectionate manner. The sorcerer groaned, but couldn’t hide the smile on his face. “What can I get you today, sweetie?”

“It’s good to see you too, Malee. You look beautiful as ever.” The doctor leaned back in his chair and put on his charming smile. “Did you get a haircut?”

“Oh, I did!” the woman giggled, taking a pen out of her pocket. “But the flattery won’t give you a discount.”

“It was worth a try.” The sorcerer shrugged. You watched this exchange with a huge grin. You were enjoying their little interaction. It was kinda sweet. “We would like two plates of green curry and two ice teas.”

Malee quickly wrote down your order and put the pen back into the pocket of her jeans. “I will bring you your drinks right away.” She said, tugging her long grey hair behind her ear.

“I will go get them, just tell me when they’re done!” Stephen called as the woman walked through the door leading to the kitchen. “She has really weak hands, she shouldn’t carry anything heavy.” Your friend explained, turning back to you.

“She’s a lovely lady.” You mentioned, trying to change the subject. You wanted to keep a steady conversation, fearing that if you fell silent your thoughts would spiral in the wrong direction again. “Very lively.”

“She is just the sweetest.” The doctor’s smile made the wrinkles under his eyes stand out. He looked good like that. “Wong and I come here very often when we pull all-nighters.”

“I can see why.” You looked around, your eyes scanning the art on the walls and the curtains that matched the floor. “It’s very cosy here.”

You didn’t realise it, but you were swaying to the music playing through the speakers. You were enjoying the moment of peace and Stephen’s presence helped with that a lot. You also didn’t notice when the sorcerer stood up to get your tea. He put the glasses on the table and gave you a smile. A teenage boy walked behind him with a tray of your food. And oh, you were so excited to finally eat something after a long day. You were all set when Melee came up to you with a little candle and matches. She put it in the middle of the table, surprising both you and Stephen.

“Enjoy your date.” She winked at you and left, leaving both of you out of words.

“I just want to clarify that I didn’t intend for it to be a date.” Stephen said, awkwardly scratching his neck.

“Oh, yeah. I-” You didn’t want to let it show, but you were a little hurt by his response.

“It’s just- you had a really rough night and I-I wanted to provide some comfort.” The sorcerer explained, stumbling over his own words.

“I understand, Stephen. It’s really okay.” You took a sip of your tea- the flavours melting on your tongue made your stomach calm down a bit. You were fighting back your tears- you didn’t want to ruin the night even more.

“And besides, a restaurant seems a little cliche for a date.” The doctor cleared his throat and took a fork in his right hand. “If I was to ask you out on a date it would be something special.” He mumbled, but you heard him perfectly clear. “If you agreed, of course.”

“Really?” You asked- your voice still felt weak, but there was a bit of hope behind your eyes. “You would ask me on a date if you knew I would say yes?”

“I would ask you regardless of your answer and handle rejection like a big boy.” He said in a joking tone, but you knew he meant that. “But the timing doesn’t seem right right now, does it?” He smiled sadly at you and got busy with his food.

“What do you mean by that?” You asked, trying to decipher the meaning of Stephen’s words.

“I mean-” Your friend took a deep breath, looking you deep in the eyes. “You are still working for me. You are also living in a place where I’m technically the boss. I’m about to help you find a therapist.” Stephen explained. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to agree to go on a date with me just because you feel like you should.”

You were taken aback by this answer- not in a bad way. It showed that Stephen really cared about you. You never felt like you owed him anything, but he took your valuable state of mind into consideration which made you feel really appreciated. He wanted to make sure that you would feel comfortable in this relationship- that you wouldn’t feel trapped and obligated to being with him.

“I really appreciate that, Stephen.” You smiled, taking a spoonful of rice. “I wouldn’t say no if you asked me- not because I live under your roof. You are a great man and anyone would be lucky to have you.” A familiar warmth creeped up your face. It made you feel like a middle school child having their very first crush.

Stephen’s eyes shyly wandered around the room. Your words made his heart beat faster. He had to run the conversation in his head twice to make sure you really just said what he thought you said. The sorcerer wasn’t the best at showing his feelings- especially romantic ones- but with you it seemed to be much easier.

“I guess we’ll just have to wait and see where it gets us.” Strange replied, looking at you one more time. You locked eyes and smiled.

And for the first time in ages you didn’t worry about the future.

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“How was your session today?” Wong greeted you with a hug and a cup of fresh tea as you entered the kitchen. The smell of cheese hit your nostrils, making you salivate. Home sweet home.

“It was pretty good.” You said, taking a sip of your hot beverage.”I will probably get new meds soon.”

“That’s fantastic!” The librarian cheered.

Ever since Stephen helped you start therapy again you became more alive. You didn’t realise how much stuff affected your mental health until now. You’ve been going to that Doctor for 3 months now and you couldn’t believe how much changed in such a short amount of time. You were going easy on yourself- you were slowly unlearning your old self destructive behaviours like working 24/7 without a break or bottling up your emotions. Wong was very supportive and helped in any way he could. In some way your therapy helped him relax a bit. He promised to take you on a hike every weekend- something you loved doing when you were younger- and he didn’t say it often, but he loved that, too. It was your quality time with Wong. Even if he had a ton of work to do he always made sure to finish before the weekend, not wanting to miss that time with you.

And then there was Stephen. You’ve been in New York for almost 6 months now and Stephen was nothing but kind to you. Your relationship progressed very quickly and the two of you became best friends in no time. Of course there was still the question of your feelings, but you both agreed to give it time. But with every passing day you fell more and more for him. Little did you know that the sorcerer supreme felt the same way. He was still shy around you at times, but you always made sure you were both comfortable no matter what you were doing. You spent plenty of time together from practising spells to watching movies. You cherished all these moments.

You finished translating the last book a few weeks ago- Stephen and Wong insisted that you take a break and focus on your health. Work could always wait. The librarian convinced you to let him bind those books by himself so that you could have more free time. Those guys were the best thing that had ever happened to you.

“Is that lasagna I smell?” The doctor walked into the kitchen through a portal and took a seat right next to you.

“It is!” Wong said, proudly as he took the dish out of the oven and put it on the table. “Did you bring the wine?” He asked, looking around in hope to find a bottle.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to.” Stephen said, setting the table for the three of you. “I can go get it. There’s a few more bottles in the basement.”

“No, it’s fine. I will get them.” The librarian said and walked out of the room. He used it as an excuse to leave you and Stephe alone but you didn’t have to know that.

“I heard your session went well today.” The sorcerer spoke, sitting down on his chair.

“It really did.” You smiled, following his lead.

“What are your plans for today?” Your friend asked, wanting to make some small talk before executing his little plan and asking you out. This time officially.

“Oh, I think I have a date.” You said with a sprinkle of uncertainty in your voice.

Stephen was stunned by your answer- a little bit hurt, too. It wasn’t like you had swore to go on a date with him, but the things were going so well between you the doctor assumed you felt the same. Apparently that wasn’t the case and Stephen respected your decision.

“Oh, a date?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if he agrees though. He’s kinda busy with sorcery stuff and all that.” You bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from smiling.

Stephen exhaled in relief, with a smirk on his face.

“I’m sure he will find some time for you.” He announced, playing along. “He already cleared out his schedule for you.”

You giggled like a little kid, taking Stephen’s hand in yours and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “It’s a date then, doctor.”

“I believe it is.”

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