#c: kate bishop

[caroldantops]

i think there's been a glitch (part ii)

ship: kate bishop x reader

summary: kate records your custom video.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut (18+), cumplay, simulated cunnilingus and vaginal penetration on a fake pussy (kate giving), kind of breeding kink, vers/service top kate, dirty talk, praise kink, voyeurism, allusions to anal

please do not add community label - warnings are included and smut is under the cut

masterlist | ao3 link

read part i here

Kate chews on her lip as she stares at the open package in front of her. She's received plenty of gifts from subscribers before, and most of them are usually sex toys, but this one feels...different.

Not only because Kate's never played with a toy like this - the most similar thing she's used is a fleshlight, and that still has a novelty quality to it - but because it will be part of the most personal request she's ever made.

She isn't hesitant about it because she doesn't want to do it, quite the opposite. She's worried it won't be up to your standard. And fuck, you sent her more money in one single day than she made in her first six months of posting.

Kate goes into production mode quickly on the day she's set aside to record your custom video, pushing aside any of that weird, nervous energy she's suddenly feeling to fully commit to the role.

She lays out all of the things that you requested she use on the bed: the cum-filled dildo she used in her last video, flavored lube, her phone and AirPods to listen to the audio file that you had sent her, and the new toy that you paid for, a silicone model of a pussy.

Kate still laughs a little when she sees it. She's seen plenty of people use them and full body sex dolls before, but usually it was people with dicks who could actually feel it.

She'd never admit to being a bit jealous of that. Freud should've taken his penis-envy theories to his grave.

The full body sex dolls kind of freaked her out a little with their vacant stares, and she's convinced that they could easily be possessed and get revenge on her for whatever she did to them, so she's glad that you didn't ask for that as the stand-in for yourself. Kate had originally suggested that she could ask one of her model friends (or Yelena, who never appeared on camera but still occasionally helped out) to help with the POV angle, but you were pretty sure about just wanting it to be purely Kate on screen.

When she first opened the package, her first instinct was to slap it as hard as she could, and she was delighted to watch how it wiggled and proceeded to do that for five more minutes before realizing how crazy she probably looked. She did experiment a little more with it after that, and found it to be a very similar sensation to a fleshlight around her fingers, with the added bonus of having an ass to play with and grope too.

Even though the toy was new to her, she was far more nervous about the audio you sent. You insisted that you wanted Kate to have some immersion too, even though Kate shrugged you off at first, saying that the point was to make something you would like.

[you]: I'd like it if I knew you were getting some pleasure too.

[ladyhawk]: well, fuck, I'm not gonna say no to that

Kate gave you some ground rules, and you sent a file back within that day. She skimmed it briefly, just to make sure that it didn't sound super sketchy or gross, not because she didn't like gross, but rather she didn't like being gross with someone she's had a total of three conversations with. And, fuck. She's really glad she agreed to this.

Finally, everything is set up the way she wants it. Kate takes a deep breath and turns the camera on before she lays down on her tummy on the bed and slips her AirPods in, waiting for the right time to hit play. Your instructions that you sent along with it said for her to wait until she'd finished using the dildo to play, so she was eager to get through that part.

"Hi, baby," she says to the camera. You had requested that Kate not say your name, so she's defaulted to her usual pet names. Not unusual at all, most people don't want their real name given unless it's super common. Plus, it gives her custom videos wider reach once she posts them publicly.

She's sitting up on her elbows at an angle where you can just barely see her cleavage. She's partially obscured by the silicone toy with some sheets draped over them so with the angle the camera's at and a little imagination, it will be easy for you to pretend that you're watching Kate between your legs. "I have something special for you today."

Kate grabs the dildo from beside her and quickly lubes it up, also making sure that it's full of the fake cum that you seemed so fascinated with.

"You really liked when I filled you up the other day, huh? Bet it felt so good, feeling all my cum drip out of you and watching me lick it up. You loved it so much, you practically begged for me to do it again." As she's talking, Kate easily slides the dildo into the fake hole, pumping it slowly, groaning softly at the wet noises the toys make together as she thrusts the length in and out. "Gonna fill you up again, just like you asked, okay? Gonna make you feel so good."

Kate thrusts the toy harder, wrist cramping up a little with this angle, but she pays it no mind, focusing her attention on pressing the pump that spills cum deep into the toy. "You look so pretty with my cum inside you. Wish I could keep you like this forever. Would you like that? Want me to cum inside you, then plug you up to keep it from leaking out of that little hole? Mm, maybe another time. You had some other plans for me tonight, didn't you baby?"

She pulls the dildo out of the fake cunt, practically drooling at how cum comes dripping out. She swipes up a bit of it with her finger, making eye contact with the camera as she sucks it clean.

Per your instructions, Kate grabs her phone quickly and turns on the file you sent, holding her breath as she hears you start to speak.

"Hi, Kate," you say. Kate can tell that you're nervous, that this was sort of an impulse decision for you. It almost excites Kate more, knowing she's sparked something in you. She can't help herself from imagining what you might look like, what face goes with the voice she's hearing. "You did such a good job filling me up. It feels so good when you cum inside me. But you made a mess, didn't you? Are you gonna be a good girl and clean me up now? Say it."

"I'll be good and clean up the mess I made," Kate whimpers, thighs clenching together as her submissive side starts showing.

"Go ahead, then. Clean all that cum up."

Kate doesn't waste any more time, licking long stripes up the toy, curling her tongue as more cum spills out of it, not wanting to miss a single drop.

"Show me." Kate moans, hearing the confidence in your voice start to show, and opens her mouth to the camera, tongue shiny as the milky white liquid clings to it. Her tongue lolls out of her mouth, a string of drool mixed with the fake cum dripping down onto her sheets. "Good slut. Swallow. What do you say?"

"Thank you."

Kate goes back to lapping up the cum, and she feels almost embarrassed at how wet the space between her legs has gotten from just being told to eat out this silicone pussy. Her underwear is starting to stick to her, and her inner thighs are getting wet too from how much she's clenching them together.

The recording is quiet other than some soft mumbled praises, and the faintest sound of buzzing that lets Kate know that you have a vibrator pressed against you. Eager-to-please service top that she is, knowing that you got off to recording this for her turns her on even more.

"You're doing so well for me, Kate. I want you to try something for me...If it doesn't work that's okay. You can just stay in the position you're already in." Kate can sense that your nerves have returned, voice wavering a bit. Though, maybe that's a result of being on the edge of coming. "I want to see how cute you would look if I sat on your face. Pause this and adjust if you can. I'll be waiting."

Kate moves at a speed that would impress professional runners. She's filmed herself from above before, so it just takes adjusting the rig so that it focuses on her face. She mentally notes that she might have to crop the video later to make the perspective more believable, but she's pretty proud of the angle when she glances at her laptop screen.

You'll see a similar view of Kate between your legs, but this time from above as if you were hovering above her face. Some of the cum that was deep inside the fake pussy starts finally dripping out with the gravity of the new angle, and Kate quickly fumbles to turn the audio back on.

"There we go. So pretty like this between my legs. Keep licking baby, I'm close," you exhale a shaky breath. Cum spills down onto Kate's chin before she can get her mouth back on the toy, and she doesn't even bother wiping it off before she dives back in, smearing it all over her face as she grips the toy as if she were grabbing your ass and pulling you to grind against her tongue. She closes her eyes in pure bliss, imagining the weight of you on top of her, eyes rolling back at the thought of you shifting your full weight onto her so she can barely breathe, so that she's fully surrounded by you. "Fuck, Kate, so fucking messy for me. I'm gonna cum in that pretty mouth of yours. Tell me, tell me how much you wanna make me cum."

"Please, cum for me," Kate tries to sound commanding, but it comes out as an almost pathetic whine, like a puppy asking for just one more treat. "I want you to cum on my face, baby. I wanna taste you so fucking bad. Want you to make me a mess."

You moan shakily over the recording, and Kate's sure that you've cum. Your breathing is so heavy in her ears, it feels almost as if you're right next to her, curled against her in post-coital bliss and exhaustion.

It's the first time in a while she's felt any sense of romantic intimacy. She promptly shoves those feelings away and demands that the tugging of her heartstrings in her chest stop.

Kate uses the silent moment to pull the toy away from her, showing her full face to the camera once more so that you could see the shiny cum and lube glistening across her lips and chin. Some even managed to trail down her neck.

"Was that what you wanted, baby?" Kate directs at the camera, pulling some of the cum to her mouth with her fingers once again and giving you a wink. "Guess I didn't do much cleaning up though. I'll have to try harder next time. Until then."

She shuts off the recording, and the little red light blink off. Sighing deeply, she tosses the fake pussy aside, watching as it comically bounces onto her floor for her to clean up when she's ready.

"God. That was...yeah. Thank you, Kate," you finally say after you catch your breath. Kate didn't realize there was more. "I hope that you enjoyed it as much as I did. And will. You should DM me when you finish and tell me how it went. I'll talk to you soon."

Kate grabs her phone, quickly navigating to her page and DMs and starts typing. Her fingers are still a little lubed up, so her phone slips from her fingers and falls onto her face with a hard thunk.

"Shit!" Kate sits up, rubbing her chin and groaning as she realizes she accidentally mashed the keyboard in the process.

[ladyhawk]: just finished, wanted to DM you like you saifhoisdf

[ladyhawk]: sorry, ignore that. dropped my phone on my face.

[ladyhawk]: anyway, it went well! fake pussies are kind of weird to get used to, but your audio helped me get into the zone. so thanks :)

[ladyhawk]: also there is fake cum on my screen now so i have to go fix that okay byeee i'll send you the full video tonight after i edit!!

Exhausted and mind buzzing, Kate decides to go ahead and start cleaning up. She plugs her phone in to charge while she showers and washes everything, walking away as your response comes through.

[you]: Oh, good! I was worried it wouldn't be very good aslkgjfld...I'm glad it helped!

[you]: I can't wait to see the video

A few minutes of contemplation pass between that message and your final one. And those few minutes are nothing compared to how long Kate spends staring at her screen once she returns to her phone, with a flush on her cheeks so red that it would match Natasha's hair.

[you]: You know, I really enjoyed recording that audio for you. If for whatever reason you'd ever want more... instructions to use during videos, I would be kinda down.

[you]: But that's probably weird! So forget I said it!!

[you]: But seriously. It was fun.

Kate sits on the edge of her bed, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. She should probably ask someone's advice before committing to something. Like Bucky's or Yelena's or Wanda and Natasha's. Maybe specifically the latter two, considering they also met through being cam models. Kate shakes her head, her hair wet from her shower spraying water over her fresh sheets.

"Stop thinking about this like they're asking you out, idiot, that's not what's happening," Kate mumbles to herself. "It's just business. It's like a business partnership. Yeah, it's totally like that."

Before she can give it any more rational thought, she sends you her answer.

[ladyhawk]: i was looking thru my footage earlier, and it does make my responses feel more natural, so maybe...

[ladyhawk]: let's try one more video like that and see what happens.

[ladyhawk]: how do u feel about anal?

[ghostofthedarkhold]

symbiotic daydream

pairing: venom!kate bishop x fem!reader

she/her pronouns are used, and mentions of the reader wearing a dress.

word count: 3.4k (3428)

warnings: dark kate, venom forcing kate to think dark thoughts, obsession, stalking, kinda dub-con kissing but not really, no actual smut, groping, suggestive content/language.

a/n: I was going to include smut but this fic really got away from me so if yous like it then I’ll probably do a pt.2 at some point with smut :)

so yeah, surprise, i am doing kinktober this year. however i done absolutely horrible at completing my masterlist last year so this time around im just going to post monster fucking fics as i please with no official masterlist. enjoy!

Symbiotes in the modern world are few and far between, but it’s no secret that some people have the parasitic creatures leeching on their brain, a passenger in their mind. Most people avoid the people that are bonded to the inky creatures that cause cities to run red with blood and pleasure, others hunt them out after an initial encounter with them, obsessed with the ecstasy they had only been given a crumb of. Rumours of the symbiotes' destruction are nothing new to Kate, something her mother had warned her of for her whole life, their wants corrupting the minds of those they inhibit, but she’d never come across one herself, and while part of her was always curious to see them other than on the news, she was mostly thankful for it. That was, until one latched onto her.

Venom made himself known almost immediately after latching onto the young college student, plaguing her mind with thoughts of sadism, of having girls under her, begging her for mercy that she would never grant. Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, Venom began trying to persuade her with other things. Pleasure. Overwhelming amounts of pleasure brought upon her victims, making them beg and scream for her. These thoughts were much more difficult for the young archer to shake off. A young, hormonal, and, quite frankly, already insatiable Kate Bishop with never-ending thoughts of sex? She was done for long before she ever accepted, or even realised, it. But she was capable of holding back. Until she saw you.

She first saw you walking out of the movie theatre with some friends. You were tugging down your dress that had ridden up your thighs from sitting in the theatre chair for the past few hours, and Venom was practically screaming at her, trying to force her limbs forward, to stride over to you and pull your dress up your hips instead of allowing you to move it further down. She was able to stop herself, just barely. But without even knowing it, from that moment forward, you had Kate Bishop in your trap.

She was sly, following behind wherever you went without you even knowing it. Stalking behind you in the street, swinging from rooftop to rooftop with the help of Venom’s neverending slick webs of ink, watching you from across the street while you danced and drank in bars, went from store to store on your weekly shopping trip, snuggled in comfortably for the night in the assumed safety of your own bed. You had completely, wholly taken over Kate’s life without ever having met her. Every time she sat down to study she couldn’t do anything but scribble down your name and draw sketches of you from memory in her, admittedly amature and flawed, art style, every time she drew her bow she couldn’t help but picture her arrow sinking into the flesh and piercing the heart of whoever she saw you with last, a crush, a friend, even a stranger you may had just been giving directions to, they were all the same to Kate, undeserving of even being in the same vicinity as you. When she finally cracked and leaned into her new role as your very own, personal stalker and did some idle snooping online, finding out that you were enrolled at the same college as her, everything became much, much worse. Finding out which classes you took, Kate mangled and stretched her schedule out as much as she was able to until she finally managed to land herself a spot in three out of five of your classes, which was honestly more than the brunette had hoped for when she sent out her email, requesting, practically begging for, her new classes.

Kate sat a few rows directly behind you in the partially empty lecture halls, at first content to watch the back of your head and the way you furiously scribbled down notes in attempt to keet up with your various professors ramblings, but eventually that no longer satisfied her need to be near you, she needed to know you. So, with her heart thudding out of chest like that time she tried to ask her crush in middle school to the winter dance, and Venom’s crazed and incessant cheering clattering around in her brain, instead of taking her usual seat, she stopped a few rows ahead than she normally would in Professor Maximoff’s class and slid in the seat beside you, nearly sending your normal seat partner tumbling to the floor. But when your eyes found hers and you gave her that sweet smile she had watched you give others, for months pleading with the universe for it to be directed at her, followed by a shy greeting, Kate no longer worried about the boy she had practically rugby-tackled to the ground. Honestly, the entire world could have imploded at that very second, and as long as you were in a protective bubble and gave her that same smile again, Kate would die happier than she ever had been, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold Venom back any longer.

She let him take the lead in her obsession, looking into every part of your life that the internet had to offer. She found where you grew up, details of your family, your favourite books and movies, anything she could squeeze out. Kate was sure that the universe wanted you to be hers when she got the notification that you had accepted her request to your private instagram, the one away from the prying eyes of your parents. Abandoning any shred of reason or dignity she had left, Kate got about an hour of sleep that night due to her endless scrolling of your instagram and any photos you were tagged in, Venom getting particularly rowdy when she came by a picture of you in a bikini on one of your friends accounts.

Kate’s plan to have you was set in motion the very next day, innocently asking you questions about yourself, ignoring the lecture and Professor Romanoff’s harsh warning glares. She learned a lot more about you than the internet ever could have given her, and you in turn learned some facts about Kate. You talked about your famile lives, Kate telling you that she was an only child who was raised by her mother, about hobbies, music, anything and everything Kate could absorb about you, and she cursed how the time flew by when Professor Romanoff informed the class that the lecture was over. Kate begrudgingly packed up her things, trying to take in as much of you as possible, as if she wouldn’t see you the very next morning. She slowly stood up when she noticed you had finished cramming your things into your backpack, and stood up to leave, but her footsteps came to an abrupt stop when you spat out a hurried invite to go to a bar with you and your friends that night. Kate spun around slowly, sure that she couldn’t have possibly heard you right, and she watched for a moment as you chewed on your lower lip, fighting over if you had made the right decision. But before you could retract the invitation in a hurried apology about how you hardly knew each other, ignoring the fact that you were ceratin you had told Kate every note-worthy thing about yourself in the last hour, Kate agreed. Her hands were shoved into her jacket pockets to prevent her from pumping her first in victory as you quickly scribbled down the address and time on a discarded piece of paper from a random students desk. Kate quickly made a grab for it as soon as your pencil had left the page, looking at it as if it were the Holy Grail, and to Kate, it was. She promised you that she would be there, the brunette already imagining seeing you that night, away from the stuffiness of the lecure halls, before sending you one last longing look and leaving you standing alone by your desk, watching her leave.

What Kate was unaware of was that you had your eye on her for weeks. Not nearly to the degree that Kate wanted you, but the second that you heard Professor Maximoff call out her name, you were looking her up on the schools website on your phone under the desk, intrigued by the new face showing up halfway through the semester. Your eyes nearly buldged out of their sockets when one of the first things you saw, aside from her grinning student ID picture, was Kate with a bow in her hands, looking as it was the most natural thing for the weapon to be there, with muscles straining against her long, fitted sleeves as she drew back her arrow, the headline under it detailing that she had brought another archery trophy home to the college. After that, your deep dive down the rabbit hole that was Kate Bishop was long and thorough, scouring through every mention in the schools website and news article - after ashemedly staring at her arms and hands on every picture for a good five minutes before eventually managing to tear yourself away. After weeks of pining after the star athlete, clinging to her every word when she answered a question or commented on the syllabus, or really anything she said, you could hardly believe your luck when she sat down next to you, your tunnel vision focused on the object of your latest fantasies not allowing you to feel worry for the boy that she elbowed away.

Kate was ecstatic that night as she pushed her way through the door of the bar, nervously tugging on the tie hung loosely around her neck. Venom had been berating her all night over her nerves, Kate rolling her eyes like a petulant child every time. He was right, of course. The deck was completely stacked in Kate’s favour, knowing every detail about you to make you putty in her hands, Still, she couldn’t help the anxiety nagging away at the back of her mind, as if she was about to go on a first date, worrying about impressions and the way she was dressed.

Kate could swear that all of the oxygen was sucked out of the room the second she saw you. You were dressed to the nine’s, especially for the dingy bar that you so regularly frequented, and there was a small bloom of hope within Kate that you had dressed up just for her. You certainly had never put so much effort in any other night you went out, and as far as Kate could see, she was the only change to your night.

Newfound confidence overtook Kate as she strode over to where you and your friends were clustered at the bar, unable to fight off her smirk as you immediately pulled your arm away from where it was slung around one of your friends shoulders, pulling the taller woman into a tight hug.

“You came!” You cheered, overjoyed at Kate’s arrival before pulling away from her, much to Kate’s disappointment, with a blush staining your cheeks, embarrassed at your sudden outburst of affection towards the girl you had only first talked to that afternoon, and Venom was quick to fill Kate’s thoughts of all the other things she could do to bring that redness to your face in other ways.

“Told you I would,” she smiled down at you instead.

It’s a miracle that Kate heard you ask her if she wanted a drink over the 80’s rock music playing from a corner somewhere, the conversations of different patrons that had all blended into one another, and the depraved thoughts clouding her mind. She stuttered out her usual drink order and you skipped off to find a bartender to make it for her, leaving Kate alone with your friends. She knew who they all were, of course, having fantised about watching the light leave most of their eyes after getting too close to you for Kate’s liking. Some looked at her with curiosity, while others with disdain, and Kate wondered why exactly it was that you invited her there.

“We could kill them all before anyone in here could even blink.”

Internally hissing at Venom to shut up, Kate turned her attention back to you. She spun around, completely ignoring the question one of your friends had finally voiced to her. She watched as you leaned over the bar, giggling at something the server had said to you, completely oblivious to the way the angle allowed Kate’s stare to hungrily devour the inches of cleavage that there exposed, angling herself to see down your dress as far as she could. Venom was screaming at her, screeching that now was the time to make their move. And for once, she listened to him.

You weren’t even aware of Kate’s determined gaze set on you, or the heavy foot falls of her boots against the wooden floor, until her hand wrapped around your bicep in a vice grip, dragging you away from whatever conversation that apparently was so hilarious the bartender was clutching his side. Kate promised Venom that they would see his blood before the night was over.

You made a sound of protest as you looked up to see that it was Kate who was dragging you across the bar, making a beeline for the exit. “Wh- Kate, what are you doing?” You questioned, tugging on your arm to try and free it from her bruising grip.

“I need to talk to you,” Kate all but growled out, dragging you through the door to the bar and into the cold New York night air, your short romper doing nothing to protect you from the bitter frost of the oncoming winter.

It was difficult enough having to watch you drape yourself over your friends from afar, watching through windows or scrolling through social media, sure that at least three of them wanted you, or at the very least wanted to fuck you, but watching it mere feet away from her was harder than Kate had predicted, Venom bringing out her baser instincts until all she wanted to do was press you against the nearest surface and claim you as hers and the symbiote’s marking you in front of everyone, anyone who had ever just layed eyes on you. She needed all of New York to know who you belonged to. But, despite Venom egging her on, even trying to take front seat and force her body into the movements, Kate couldn’t bring herself to do it. So, she settled for the next best thing, dragging you into the alley that was cracked between the bar and the next building.

Your questions didn’t cease until your back collided with the hard stone wall of the alley, Kate’s hard body caging you in, and she wasted no time crashing her mouth to yours.

It took a second for you to react, for your mind to process the sudden changes, but as soon as you did you were pressing yourself against Kate as much as you were able to, your hands coming up to her hair and tangling in her raven locks.

The kiss was a fight for dominance that Kate quickly won, slamming your arched back against the wall again, using your surprised and slightly pained yelp to allow her tongue to invade your mouth. You let her taste you, let her consume all of you, and it was the first time within your presence that Kate let her dams break and venom to slip through. She felt the slickness of his ‘flesh’ run down her arm, coating it, looking as if she had dipped it in a vat of tar. Kate’s hair moulded itself in your hands, although you were too preoccupied to notice, the already black locks flowing freely around her. It was only when you both pulled apart, the need for air separating you, that your eyes met hers and you saw that Kate’s were taken over by white.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Kate whispered to you, drawing circles where her hand had landed on you hip in an attempt to soothe you, feeling that Venom was breaking free and that you could clearly see that, but her voice was warped. The words were all Kate, Venom’s eagerly encouraging her to continue with the previous activities, but the voice that said them was broken and deeper, and it wasn’t the one you had swooned over a mere ten minutes ago.

“Kate, let go of me,” your voice was smaller, the cheerfulness replaced by fear. You had no idea what was wrong with Kate, but you had no intention of sticking around to find out.

“No,” the voice was harsher now, more deformed, as Kate and Venom both fought for the chance to speak, Kate’s biceps straining as she pushed you up against the wall more firmly, holding your hips in an unbreakable clamp. Any softness that was there before was gone in an instant. You watched as Kate allowed Venom to take the reigns and she ground up against you.

Closing in on you, her body caging you in and leaving nowhere for you to run, Kate moved one of her hands from your hip, up your body, until she got to the neckline of your romper, yanking it down and revealing the lace of your bra.

Kate pawed at your breasts over your bra, and even with her pupils and iris’ gone you could feel her eyes drinking you in.

“So fucking pretty,” you didn’t like the relief that coursed through you when it was purely Kate’s voice that reached your ears. Despite your desperation to run out of the alley and never see her again, her own voice much less terrifying that the distorted sound of Kate and Venom melding together

“All those people looking at you. Shit, baby, wanted to watch my arrows crack into their skull,” Kate’s tone was soft and tender, as if the words were meant to comfort and woo you, but they sent a shock of fear down your spine, the thought of Kate killing someone over you paralysing your every muscle, and Kate accentuated her point with roughly pulling your bra down, freeing your breasts, and you winced at the wire of your bra digging into the soft skin of your sides. “So, so pretty,” Kate repeated, her gaze devouring you whole. “And all mine.”

“Ours,” Venom immediately hissed in her ear, his screeching grating against her brain. “You would have never had her like this if it wasn’t for me.”

Kate just rolled her eyes, ignoring the symbiote, which most definitely didn’t rub him the right way, and you were sure the next words, in a different voice than the last two, came from someone other than Kate entirely.

“I could kill the archer and have you to all to myself.”

That voice was quickly crammed far in the back of Kate’s head, and any movement from her stopped entirely, her hands simply resting on your tits, her entire weight focused on smushing you against the wall behind you as a look of anger twisted its way onto Kate’s face. She was having a war inside her head that you were not privy to.

Minutes passed, and you began to wonder if Kate was going to keep you like this all night, pressed against the wall of an alleyway, breasts on display for any passerby who took a few steps into the shadows, with Kate towering silently above you.

You finally found it in yourself to try and wriggle out of Kate’s grasp, and this is what seemed to wake her from her stupor, her focus snapping back to you.

“Don’t listen to him, baby,” you fought back a cry of relief when Kate’s voice replaced the monstrous one that seemed to have dragged her into her subconscious. You weren’t exactly sure who he was, but you decided that you would much rather have Kate at the forefront than him. “He won’t take me away from you, not ever. No one’s gonna ever separate us again.”

Kate wasn’t sure when it was that she decided to keep you by her side from now on. As soon as she walked into the bar? When she saw you laughing with the bartender? When she felt your lips against hers for the first time? She really didn’t know, but she had decided, and, unbeknownst to you, a future without Kate by your side no longer existed.

[crescent-witch]

season of the witch

ship: soft!dark!wanda x reader x dark-ish!kate

summary: wanda gets kate every birthday present she could possibly ever think of, including you.

warnings: kidnapping, dub-con/non-con, degradation, praise, dark!dom!wanda, switch!kate, sub!reader, light pet play, pet names, magical restraints, magic use, manipulation via wanda’s magic, magic strap, magic cum, tentacle strap, mommy kink, magic gag ig | MINORS DNI

word count: 3.1k

a/n: this fic is so self indulgent im sorry 💀 this took my an embarrassingly long time to write

The smell of something cooking is what woke you from your heavy sleep. The smell was rich and heady. A stew, you hoped, as the aroma both made your stomach growl and your head dizzy while you struggled to fully open your eyes.

The world was a blur of colours and shapes, nothing going into focus as you tried to make out where you were. You noted that you could make out a lot of green, and brown. Perhaps somewhere in the forest, you thought, attempting to smell flowers or damp soil, anything past whatever was cooking nearby.

You groaned as your head lulled back, the dull ache fading but still present as you screwed your eyes shut, blocking out whatever dream you seemed to be having. You tried to lift your arms from the armrests of the chair you were sitting in to rub at your eyes, but they refused to budge, tied down by some kind of rope or strap. You didn’t have to try and move your feet to guess that they were the same.

The sound of heavy footsteps is what caused you to quickly open your eyes again, head shooting up as your vision suddenly cleared.

“Oh good, you’re awake!” A soft voice cheered, and you turned your head to the sound. The breath was knocked from your lungs when you saw the redhead standing before you. The woman’s face was framed with bright red hair, draping down to her waist in a stark contrast to the black dress and boots she wore. She was unlike any woman you had seen in your small town, dark clothes and satanic symbols adorning her jewellery aside, you had never witnessed someone levitate a bowl of stew, as she was doing now.

“Hello, dear,” she smiled softly at you. “I’m Wanda.”

“Hi,” you croaked out, words failing you. It was ridiculous, you thought at that moment. This woman, who had presumably kidnapped you, was rendering you speechless with a pretty face and kind smile.

“Mm,” Wanda hummed in appreciation and admiration as her hand reached out towards you, the other still glowing with wisps of red and keeping the hot bowl afloat in the air. Her hand landed on your cheek, fingers languidly stroking your cheek as her smile shifted, twisting into something more of a smirk.

“Go on sweetheart, eat up,” she encouraged as she moved away from you, and you missed her body's warmth before the bowl of stew landed in your lap, and you would’ve winced in pain from the heat if it wasn’t for the overwhelming draft flowing through the house she had brought you to. “You need all your strength for later,” Wanda reached for the small spoon sat in the bowl and lifted the spook of the rich brown sauce to your mouth.

You didn’t question what Wanda wanted from you, just allowing yourself to lean into the comfort of her caring for you. After all, incessant questions annoyed Wanda, so she allowed her magic to deep into your mind and steer you away from them.

“Such a good girl,” Wanda crooned at you. The words snapped you out of your haze, common sense finally taking over you as you realised the situation you were in.

“I-I don’t understand,” you stuttered out, fighting against the heavy fog settling in your mind. “I want to go home.”

“Oh, no detka,” Wanda pouted. “You’re going to stay here with me. Such a precious little thing can’t be left all alone.”

You knew fighting against the fuzziness in your head was futile, but you still struggled and refused to give in. You weren’t that weak, were you? This woman had kidnapped you, for fucks sake! You were sure you could resist her stunning smile and gentle words long enough to escape.

You were, of course, terribly wrong.

Wanda could feel your mind fighting against her and she increased her magic tenfold, drowning you in thoughts of her, of staying in the little cabin for the rest of your days.

“No,” you whimpered pathetically with a small shake of your head, looking up at Wanda with pleading eyes.

“Hush, little one,” she murmured to you, running a hand through your hair and you leaned into her touch, closing your eyes as you allowed Wanda’s magic to take hold of you. “Good girl malyshka, such a well behaved girl.”

You preened under Wanda’s praise as your eyes lazily opened, swirls of scarlet an evident sign of Wanda’s magic.

You and Wanda were broken out of your trance by a loud crash coming from upstairs, followed by a “shit!” and a set of footsteps thundering down the stairs.

“Wandaaa!” You heard a voice call, a second later a brunette swerved into the room, narrowly dodging a small table with a lamp on it before her eyes landed on you.

The girl’s eyes widened in shock as she spotted you, tied to one of the kitchen chairs, dopily smiling at Wanda as she fed you.

“Kate honey, please be careful. We don’t want another hospital visit, do we?” Wanda warned her, not sparing the girl, Kate, another glance as she held another spoonful of food out to you again, which you took gladly.

“Wanda..what the fuck,” Kate was well aware that the woman who had taken her under her wing wasn’t exactly the Patron Saint of Ethics. In the past two years being Wanda’s..well, Wanda’s pet, Kate had learned that the witch didn’t shy away from getting her hands a little bloody, especially for what she deemed was the greater good. Kate started off as Wanda’s mentee, until the redhead gave up on the hope of her husband, Vision, returning. And that’s when her and Kate’s relationship developed into what it was that day you were taken, one fueled by a twisted need for one another.

Wanda never loved Kate, not like that. And despite the void that Wanda and Kate filled for each other, Wanda could sense that her young apprentice was becoming lonely. And that's where she figured you could come in.

“Oh, Katie,” Wanda pouted, disappointed. “You’ve ruined your surprise! You weren't supposed to see her until your birthday.”

While Kate’s birthday was in a couple days, she didn’t expect a kidnapping to be on the agenda.

“What the fuck did you do?!”

“Watch your language,” Wanda scolded her, furrowing her eyebrows as she turned to Kate for the first time, who hung her head as a brief sense of guilt took over her.

“Sorry, mommy,” Kate whispered, still so confused and scared.

Wanda sighed as she stood up, wandering away from you as she reached out for Kate, taking Kate’s cold hands in hers.

“I thought you could use a little toy, you know, to have some fun with, take your stress out on,” Wanda smiled, happy with her plan as she moved behind Kate to rest her chin on the younger girl’s shoulder, moving her closer to you. “I know you miss being in control sometimes, puppy,” the name nearly made Kate stumble, her knees going weak. There were many things Wanda was proud of ingraining into Kate over their time together, but one of her favourite was the way she knew every corner of the archers mind, how to make her give in instantly.

It was true, Kate did sometimes long to be in control. Not of Wanda, but the brunette was slowly coming to terms with the fact that she wouldn’t be fully content to just sub for Wanda, no matter how much she denied it at first. But she had no clue Wanda would go this far.

“Go on, say hello,” Wanda encouraged Kate, grinning as she stumbled towards you. Kate’s toe caught the edge of a loose floorboard, sending her tumbling towards you. Throwing her arms out to catch herself, not looking where they landed. Kate prayed for the ground to swallow her up whole as she looked at her hands, one planted firmly just above your breast and the other gripping the arm of the chair. If you weren’t already trapped in the chair, you would be with Kate towering over you, her face inches away from yours.

“Oh, god…” Kate groaned, a blush staining her cheeks as she quickly removed her hands, looking down in embarrassment as she shuffled away from you.

“Aww, look at your little slut, Katie,” Wanda giggled happily, turning Kate’s chin up to see you. Kate nearly whined when she saw you in a similar state, blush spreading down to your neck as you struggled to not react to the ghost of the handprint left behind. “She loved it.”

Short-lived confidence taking over Kate, she moved towards you again, her movements more predatory as her boots thumped against the hardwood with every step. She tilted your chin up to look her in the eyes, and you desperately tried not to whimper at her hungry gaze.

You knew it was wrong, so completely wrong. These two women, strangers, taking control over your entire being. But you couldn’t stop it. Wanda’s magic had taken hold of you, wrapping around your mind and soul like vines, growing and poisoning, consuming you. And you didn’t want them to ever stop.

“She’s so pretty,” Kate murmured. “Such a pretty girl,” the attention from the brunette had your cheeks heating up, eyes cast down in an attempt to avoid Kate’s gaze.

No longer quiet, a noise that was damn near a moan ripped through you.

Kate was still unsure in her movements, her hand moving down from your chin, trailing past your neck until it once again landed on your breast. “Is this okay?” She asked, nervous as her hand dipped beneath your shirt, reaching towards your bra-covered tits.

“Uh huh,” you nodded, head thrown back as the pleasure of Kate’s hands on you overtook you so quickly. “Please.”

“Not yet,” Wanda told Kate as her hands ventured further up your torso, palming the sides of your breasts. With another flick of her wrist the roped fell away from your wrists and ankles slithering and writhing like snakes.

“Come on, pup. Let’s have some fun with your new little toy.”

You started to complain as you felt Kate’s hands leave your body briefly before encircling you in them, lifting you to her chest as she stood. Your legs quickly wrapped around her waist, the shorts you were wearing riding up in the process. Your arms quickly gripped Kate’s biceps, fighting to maintain balance, but the hard muscle underneath your fingertips assured you that you were in no danger of being dropped.

You hadn’t noticed Kate’s muscle at first, but with the way the muscles of her strong arms rippled and stained as she flexed them, her tank top leaving little to the imagination, you decided the title of daddy definitely suited her.

“You’re gripping me so tight, huh, baby? Don’t worry, I won’t drop you,” Kate cooed in your ear, sending a chill throughout your system. Your shudders didn’t go unnoticed by her, causing her to smirk as she kicked a door to a room and let you go as she walked into the room.

You screw your eyes shut, preparing for the impact of the fall, but instead being met by the softness of a mattress underneath you. You slowly opened your eyes to see Kate towering over you, tank top already removed to reveal her sports bra underneath, and watching the way her muscles contort with her every movement distracted you from the witch sneaking up to you from your other side until you felt Wanda’s hand land on your stomach, trailing downwards.

“Such a good whore,” Wanda said as her hand dipped into your shorts, smirking at the way your legs instinctively spread open and she stole your attention away from Kate momentarily. “You want mommy’s fingers inside you, honey?”

“Mommy,” you whined, bucking your hips up as Wanda’s fingers made contact with your covered clit and she began rubbing slow and harsh circles there.

Bucking your hips into Wanda’s hand, you could feel yourself leaking through your shorts. But, much to your dismay, Wanda removed her hand when loud moans began to leave your mouth.

Your hips lifted off the bed, trying to chase Wanda’s hand, but red wisps floated around you and were suddenly pinning you to the mattress.

“Patience, “ Wanda warned you, her harsh glare bore into you as her magic kept your head in place. “I want Kate to have the first turn with you.”

Your eyes flickered to Kate, unable to move your head with Wanda keeping you completely immobilised.

The brunette still leaned over you at the edge of the bed, unintentionally sending chills through you with her eyes staring into yours while she tried to avoid looking at your body, which Wanda was slowly unveiling, knowing all it would lead to is weak knees and blushing.

“Come on, Katie,” Wanda reached out for her hand, pulling Kate until she landed on the bed with a soft thud, laying sprawled across your stomach. She manoeuvred herself so her body was laying across yours, her face inches from yours.

Wanda’s fingers threaded through Kate’s hair, twisting the locks around her hand and yanking back, abruptly pulling Kate’s face away from yours.

Wanda’s hand trailed down Kate’s front, whispering soft words into her ear in another language that you could barely hear. The sentences were soothing, a lullaby of sorts, to you, and they had you relaxing into the soft cotton of the bed and sinking deeper into submission underneath the two women.

Wanda’s hand stopped short of where Kate was dripping from, red swirling from her fingertips as the magic entrapped Kate’s thighs in its strong hold, black material sewing itself under Wanda’s hand under nothing but a rather thick harness covered Kate’s body and something dangling from her which was obscured by Wanda’s hand, and you nearly cursed yourself for hoping it was something she would fill you up with. Although the intimate place it was didn’t leave much to the imagination.

You could see Kate’s nervous glances, thrown over her shoulder to Wanda who reassured her, smiling at Kate and guiding her hips towards yours, but by that point your too dumbed down brain couldn’t make much sense of anything until Kate’s strap was trialing through your folds.

The strap was flexible, the small ridges creating stimulation that made you want to beg for more within seconds, but as soon as your mouth opened Wanda’s magic was slithering inside, filling your mouth, gagging you and muffling any words or sounds.

“So pretty,” Wanda muttered as a string of drool trailed down your chin and small whimpers vibrated around her magic.

“Aw, I think the sweet thing’s trying to beg,” you nodded your head quickly, bucking your hips to emphasise your point.

“Go on then, pup. Give her what she wants,” Wanda encouraged.

Kate looked back at her with wide eyes as you whined for her.

“I-I don’t know how to-“

“Shh, it’s alright,” Wanda interrupted Kate’s whispers, gripping the brunette’s hips, surely leaving bruises for the next morning. “Just help your toy feel good.”

You moaned loudly as Kate held the end of her strap, directing the tip into your entrance.

“More, please,” your muffled begging filled Kate’s ears, and suddenly her entire strap was pushed inside you.

“Fuck,” Kate sighed, nearly falling against you if it wasn’t for Wanda’s hands on her.

“Can you feel that, Katie?” Wanda said in her ear, guiding Kate’s hips in rocking movements. “Did I forget to mention that little surprise?” Kate let out a strangled moan as you clenched around her. “It’s a magic strap, baby,” Wanda muttered against Kate as her mouth fell to Kate’s neck. “You can feel everything that your pretty little slut does to you.”

“Mommy,” Kate ground into you as she spoke to Wanda, nearly ignoring you completely aside from her strap inside your pussy.

“Shh, I have one more surprise for you both,” Wanda said, red coils floating from her and wrapping around Kate’s strap, seeping into the tentacle.

Kate wasn’t sure what Wanda had done until she heard your moans increase in volume, and saw her strap wiggling inside of you.

“The little princess will be cumming in no time.”

A blush stained Kate’s cheeks, knowing what the tentacle was doing inside of you as she rolled her hips, moving it in and out of you.

Stifled begging filled the room as a coil tightened in your stomach, the rush of your orgasm quickly approaching. Kate’s hips rocked faster, desperate for the feeling of your walls surrounding her.

“Come on, please, please,” Kate groaned, grunting as her thrusts picked up and her tentacle-like-cock slammed into you. “Cum, baby. Just cum. I need you, please.” Kate’s hand reached out, her fingers quickly finding your little ball of nerves, rubbing furiously, trying to draw your climax out of you.

“Fuck,” Kate moaned with you as the tentacle twisted inside your pussy with a mind of its own, filling every part of your core and hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. “Cum!”

And with a strangled scream your release washed over you, Wanda studying your face while Kate’s head was thrown back in pure ecstasy, reaching her peak seconds after you.

Hot cum spurted from crevices and holes in the tentacle and you tiredly sighed as it filled you up, cum leaking from both you and Kate as she collapsed against your chest, strap still buried in you, although it’s movements had stilled, and her hand had moved from your cliff to rest on your torso.

“Good girls,” Wanda whispered to you and Kate, dismounting from behind Kate to fall into bed beside you both, a sleepy look on Kate’s face while you were almost passed out. “You took it so well, angels.”

Kate hummed happily, shifting on top of you to get more comfortable, wet noises from where her strap was filling all of your ears, even from just that slight movement.

“Don’t wanna pull out,” Kate mumbled, burying her face in your neck as darkness lulled you towards sleep.

“It’s okay, detka. You don’t have to,” Wanda soothed her, hand coming up to stroke Kate’s hair, her fingers lightly scratching at her scalp. “Just relax and rest.”

Kate’s eyes fluttered in an attempt to stay awake, but she quickly succumbed to sleep and fell limp against you, Wanda gently shifting Kate’s body to stop her muscles from crushing you.

“Now everything is as it should be,” Wanda smiled at you, your eyelids illuminated with red as her magic did its work. Soon you would be just like Kate, if not worse. So obedient and dependent on her.

Just as Wanda wanted things to be.

[lttlewing]

hailee steinfeld as kate bishop

→ 1/∞ — so this is christmas

[lycheepocketwitch]

bishop studios id cards || let’s play

here's some visuals for the id cards used by people who work for bishop studios or are affiliated with the company! also yes, the birth dates are mostly made up/altered. i'm well aware the only accurate birth date is natasha's.

[courtofmuses-archive]

@soulwaned​ said:  ❝  i’m not jealous,  who said i’m jealous?  ❞ shipping trope memes || still accepting

Kate doesn’t bother to try and hide her smile. “I never actually said anything about jealousy,” she pointed out. “You did.” Really, it’s Yelena who’s put herself in this position and the fact she’d just admitted it thrilled Kate. If Yelena was jealous about some other cute girl talking to her, it meant there were feelings involved. Well, she hoped at least. Yelena was quite literally the most beautiful woman she’d ever met. 

The archer placed a hand on Yelena’s arm, squeezing it affectionately. “You don’t have to be jealous,” she said soothingly. “Say the word and I’m all yours.”

[dontcallmejubilation]

Closed starter for @katethehawkeye

Jubilee grinned as she zipped up her dress and went to sit next to Kate. 

“I really appreciate you coming to this gala. I mean, you know how hard it is for people to get to donate to mutant causes.” 

Her fingers lingered over a line of lipsticks eventually choosing one the color of her favorite bubblegum. Admittedly Jubilee wasn’t a big fan of these types of events. She’d much rather be street level, helping with homeless mutant youth or otherwise marching at the most recent mutant rights protest. That being said, there would be no youth shelters or lobbying efforts if there was no money going to the cause. And Kate was known for her generosity. 

“I’m really excited we get to be friends.” 

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Workout

Ship: Agatha Harkness x Kate Bishop

Summary: Agatha catches Kate in a lie

Word Count: 612

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Warnings: masterbation, mommy kink, pet-names, smut, mentions of edging, mentions of ruined orgasms, mentions of straps

Author's Note: This was written for @cthulhus-curse

“Baby, what are you doing?”

Kate freezes at the sound of her girlfriend’s voice.

“Uh… Working out..?” She weakly attempts.

Agatha tsks.

“Is that what they're calling touching yourself these days? Working out?”

Kate cautiously lifts her head up to peer at the older woman.

“Yes..?”

“Hm…” The witch hums, index finger tapping against her chin. “Doesn't look like a work out worthy of a big, strong Avenger.”

“It's just the warm up!” Kate rushes to reassure Agatha.

“Oh, is it now, dear?” The raven haired woman throatily purrs. “Then I suppose the real workout would be all of those pretty fingers of yours stuffed up that tiny little hole that's already dripping wet.”

“Uh…” Kate swallows roughly, caught.

“Well then?” Agatha prompts, a dark gleam in her blue bright eyes. “Go on, superstar. Show mommy how an Avenger works out, since you've been so eager to brag all about making their superhero team recently.”

Kate bites her lip, and tries to ignore how much her head swirls at the tone her girlfriend’s voice has taken.

She strokes nimble fingers through arousal soaked folds, breathless gasps escaping as she prepares to stretch herself out.

The bed dips, and Kate’s gaze refocuses on Agatha.

The older woman’s attention is completely held by her, and it makes Kate feel like her body is on fire.

“Come on, bunny. You're wet enough you can easily slip two fingers in.” Agatha chides, her voice husky, the rasping sound musical to Kate's ears.

She's quick to obey, hoping that if she does, there will be a reward in her future, and groans at the sensation of being stretched, but not being full.

“There's mommy’s good girl, such a slut.” The witch beside her coos. “Add a third… There you go, buttercup.”

Kate whimpers as the sound of her fingers working themselves in and out of her dripping cunt echoes in the room, and her eyes flutter closed.

A sharp smack to one of her thighs causes her to snap them back open, and the dark look on Agatha's face says it all.

“All of them. Now, whore.”

Kate's face screws into a grimace, the awkward angle of having to fit her thumb into herself uncomfortable, but she doesn't dare do anything that will set her girlfriend off.

She has already been caught masturbating without permission, and now she knows she can only look forward to a punishment, and not a reward going off of the look on Agatha's face.

She could make it worse, but it's been a long two weeks of edging, and she doesn't want that time to be doubled.

“Oh, there we go! Now you're working out, bunny.” Agatha mocks as Kate fists herself, amusement dripping from her every word.

“Mommy!” Kate cries out. “I wanna cum!”

Harsh hands grip her cheeks, squishing them up towards her eyes.

“You think whiny brats get rewarded?” Agatha hisses. “Think again.”

Ironically, Kate whines, and Agatha smiles sharply.

“You're going to keep going until I say stop. And then mommy's going to get out that big strap you love so much and ruin so many orgasms you won't even think of “working out” this way without permission again.”

No.

No.

No no no no no no.

Kate wants to cum.

Agatha laughs, clearly being able to tell what Kate is thinking.

“You know it only makes mommy wetter the more desperate you are, angel. Maybe if you're good enough, I'll ride your pretty face. Now.” Agatha's expression smooths out from a smile to an unreadable mask. “Be a good little toy and tell me when you're close. I want to see you beg when I tell you to stop.”

[joezy27]

HAWKEYE - Clint Barton & Kate Bishop

Chris Cox & Amanda C. Miller Marvel Heroes

Giacomo Gianniotti & Ashly Burch Marvel's Avengers

Jeremy Renner & Hailee Steinfeld Marvel Studios Hawkeye

[immortalmuses]

Empyre: Aftermath Avengers #1

It hasn't ended. And it never will.

[caroldantops]

milk and cookies

ship: kate bishop x milf!reader

summary/request:  with your kids gone for the holiday, you're left alone with the babysitter.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: smut (18+ only), hints of power bottom reader, hints of service top kate, implied switch&vers!reader and kate, vaginal fingering (r receiving), lactation kink (r has the milkies), slight overstimulation, mentions of your lame ex husband

a/n: takes place at around christmas eve, but i tried to keep the holiday reader is celebrating vague! they do watch shitty hallmark christmas movies tho.

masterlist | ao3 link

Headlights fade into the distance as your ex-husband peels out of the driveway. You cringe as they go far too fast for your liking with the snow steadily covering the street, pulling out your phone to remind them, again, to text you when your kids are home safe. 

You sigh, feeling a mix of relief and sadness that your two children are no longer your responsibility for the rest of the holiday. The decorations that you'd put up twinkle, a few older bulbs flickering weakly. They illuminate the dark hair of the babysitter cleaning up wrapping paper from the floor. 

"Kate, dear, you're free to go home," you tell her. "I'll get all that later." 

"Oh no, I don't mind, really!" 

"I don't want you to have to spend your holidays with me," you give her a weak smile. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, as if she doesn't understand why that would be painfully boring. "Unless you really find it thrilling to watch horrible Hallmark movies while my breast pump runs, then falling asleep at nine because being a parent is exhausting even when the kids aren't home." 

Kate laughs, cheeks slightly flush. She crinkles the ribbons in her hands, lithe fingers always restlessly fidgeting with anything within reach. "My family isn't...doing any holiday things this year. And all my friends are out of town. So, I don't have anywhere to be. I don't want to be a burden though! I can go and let you enjoy your movies."  

"You're more than welcome," you give her a much brighter smile this time, which she returns with enthusiasm. "But seriously, leave all the mess. I'll deal with it in the morning."

"Fine. But!" Kate jumps over the couch, and you cringe as you watch it tilt and then thump back into place. "I'm going to make you my world famous hot chocolate." 

"World famous, huh?" 

"Practically a James Beard winner," Kate says, shuffling through your cabinets and pulling out what is clearly your stash of boxed hot cocoa. 

"Funny, I think I use the same recipe," you roll your eyes affectionately, even though Kate is now completely focused on getting milk to heat on the stove. You sit down and flip to the right channel, already amused with the milquetoast white couple surrounded by Christmas trees on your screen. 

Kate starts humming to herself in the kitchen, and your eyes drift back towards her. As she patiently stirs the hot chocolate, you can't help but admire her. Her long legs clad in purple sweatpants, fuzzy holiday sweater, and her plump lips curled into a smile as she hums along to the Christmas song playing on the television. Kate can feel your gaze on her, and her eyes meet yours, crinkling at the corners with a knowing smile. 

You immediately tear your eyes away, embarrassed at being caught. 

Stop it, you tell yourself. That is your children's babysitter. 

Your children's babysitter who you know for a fact has a thing for you. Kate has been painfully obvious about it, showing no shame in flirting with you over the few months that you've known her. Nothing aggressive, but most certainly not subtle. 

Your favorite is when she gives you a compliment in front of your ex-husband, something that he never did. 

Desperate to keep these thoughts about Kate away for the rest of the night, you get up from your spot and go to find your breast pump. You switch the light on in the nursery, puzzled when you don't see the travel bag that you usually leave under the changing table. As you search the other bedrooms, wondering if you dropped it there instead, realization hits you that the bag that the kids usually take overnight is on the bed. They must've taken the travel bag - the one which has your only working breast pump in it - with them. 

Normally, this wouldn't be a huge deal. Sure, you would be sore, but you could survive a day. Except your kids - and the bag - are traveling to see their grandparents for a couple of days. No feeding, no pump. 

You look at the icy roads out of the window. Driving isn't an option right now, and even then, most stores are probably closed for Christmas. 

As you give up on thinking of a solution, you make your way back to the living room and find Kate sitting criss-cross on the couch with two mugs of hot cocoa on the coffee table in front of her. She looks up at you, eager eyes softening in concern as she sees your face. 

"You okay?" 

"Yeah," you groan, flopping on the couch next to her. "The kids took the wrong bag, so I don't have my pump." 

"Oh," Kate responds, falling silent as she stares at the pair of mugs. 

"It's fine," you sigh. "It'll just be a day or two before I can get another one, which sucks." 

"Are you sore?" Kate asks, eyes darting down to your chest, then away again. 

You notice, but simply answer, "Only a little right now, but I'm sure when I go to sleep I will be." 

"Maybe I can help." 

"All the stores are closed right now Kate, plus the snow is coming down much harder now--" 

"No, I meant," Kate's cheeks turn as red as the Rudolph nose on her sweater. "I thought maybe I could help in a different way." 

As she says this, your brain finally clicks into what she means, and you suck in a breath. Chewing on your lip, you consider for a moment. You want this. You're going to let this happen. But you want to hear her say it. 

"In what way, baby?" Your voice drops lower, and Kate audibly groans, shifting so that she's facing you. Her hands dart to the edge of your sweater, twitching as she pauses and waits for your permission. 

"Can I?" 

"C'mon, Kate," you cup her cheek, running your thumb over her chin and teasing her bottom lip. "Use your big girl words." 

"Can I taste you? Please?" Her voice cracks, coming out in a whine, and you lose any semblance of composure that you were holding onto. 

You pull her into a warm kiss, a gasp leaving you as she nips your bottom lip. Kate tugs your sweater up over your tits, not bothering to take it all the way off. She fumbles with the clasps on your bra, not understanding the little panels that are slightly damp. You help her, allowing her full access to your breasts, and she wastes little time admiring how full and swollen with milk they are. 

Her soft lips wrap around your nipple, and you sigh shakily with relief as you feel her suck. Both of you moan together as your milk first hits her tongue. Kate looks up at you, eyelashes fluttering with contentment as she drinks. You scratch at her scalp, enamored with how cute she looks gazing up at you. 

As feverishly as this began, the room settles into surprising calmness. Kate's eyes fall shut as she switches sides, and the only thing you can hear is the droning sounds of the television and the wet noises of Kate suckling you. 

Kate pauses her drinking for a moment to come up and kiss you, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. A gasp leaves your throat as Kate's knee presses against your core and your hips jerk against her. She raises an eyebrow at you. 

"Need help with that too?" 

"Yes," you answer plainly, guiding Kate's hand to your clothed cunt. 

"I think you should use your big girl words," Kate teases. You glare at her. 

"Just fuck me, Kate." She takes the hint, rubbing your dripping cunt over the material of your increasingly soaked leggings. 

"Fuck, you're so wet." Kate guides you so that you're laying down, allowing her to easily slip her hand under your waistband to stroke your clit while moving her mouth back to your breasts, unable to get enough of you. 

"God, Kate," you moan. It's been so long since any hands other than your own have touched you, and the combination of Kate's mouth and fingers have you coming far quicker than you'd like. The feeling of you clenching around her doesn't stop Kate though. She moves away from your nipple to suck marks into your neck, fucking you through your climax and sending you tumbling into a second. 

"Kate, Kate," you whine, pussy sore with overstimulation. Kate slows her movement, allowing you breathing room as she pulls out her hand and lays her head on your chest. Both of you breathe heavily, sitting with the realization that months of tension finally paid off. 

Kate breaks the silence. "Our hot chocolate is probably cold by now." 

"You're still thirsty?" 

"I have a big appetite," Kate laughs, nose bumping against your jaw. 

"Well, you obviously can't go home now," you point to the white-out outside the window. Kate props herself up on top of you to see, and you get momentarily distracted at how pretty she looks in the holiday lights. "So how about we shower and then reheat the hot cocoa?" 

"Okay, do you wanna go first?" Kate asks innocently. "It's your shower, after all." 

"Oh, we're going together," you sit up, grabbing her hips so she settles in your lap and wraps her legs around you. Kate bites her lip, hips shifting under you. "You gave me a present, now it's your turn."

"I think I gave you two presents, actually," Kate says smugly.

"I'll have to give you three then."

[ghostofthedarkhold]

How dare the MCU decide that wittle pubby Kate Bishop was responsible enough to not only have her own apartment in New York, but go to college in a completely different state

[lttlewing]

hailee steinfeld as kate bishop

→ 3∞ — so this is christmas

[louisapennyfeather2021]

"Sam, why did you decide to learn to shoot a bow?"

I had my reasons...

[courtofmuses-archive]

@blcndewidcw​ said:  ‘ if you snore, i’m hitting you. ’ from some meme || always accepting

“What?” Kate looked at Yelena, scandalized. “I don’t snore.” Though she absolutely would not put it past Yelena to hit her if she did. Kate wrapped herself up in the blanket like a burrito, only her face visible. “Maybe you’re the one that snores.”

[ablackwidowsbite]

Luke knows something is wrong at the party that the team is throwing. He immediately looks for someone he knows. He mumbles into one of the women. "I dont feel good." Luke's vision is blurry. "I'm dizzy...."

@lukas-romanova-barton

Kate was sitting off to the side and didn't really to be there. That was in Luke came up to her. And she knew that something was wrong. And she immediately wen to wrap his arm around her neck to make sure she could hold him up. "Okay, you don't look so good. Come on. I am going to get you to somewhere safe." She had a little bt of trouble but was determined to get him to one of the spare rooms to look after him.