#i tried my best to achieve that fire light

[cherrio-krispz]

I almost forgot Errors birthday

[honeyhoshi]

hat trick!

the term 'hat-trick' is used to define when a player achieves the feat of scoring three goals in a single game.

summary: the first half of the championships is going to their opponents and everyone is looking to mingyu to lead the team to victory. as their star player, it’s a tall order, especially when his plate is already full with you.

this a part of the man of the match universe

genre: professional football (soccer) au, porn with a little plot

wordcount: 5,616

pairing: mingyu x afab!reader

warnings: HEAVY DDlg kink, HEAVY d/s themes, both parties are safe, sane, and consenting adults, reader is implied to be significantly smaller than mingyu, huge mingyu, big dick gyu (canon), (acknowledged???) exhibitionism, unprotected sex (pls dont do it, its not worth it), multiple sex scenes, spit kink (bec i wrote it), creampie (also bec i wrote it), mentions of masturbation, size kink go bbrrrr, bulge kink, pussy stretching, plenty dirty talk, mingyu uses soooo many nicknames (pretty, baby, princess, etc.)

author's notes: this is written for my dearest friend @madeforgyu who helped me bring forward!mingyu to life and for making his gf such a joy to write. thank you also to her for inspiring me to come back to tumblr after almost a decade.

Mingyu is pissed. He’s absolutely fucking livid.

This game had to have been fucking cooked. There was no way the ref was making all these shitty calls for him not to be paid off or something. The team had been making all the right moves but the second something seems like a foul, a whistle blows and somehow it's always someone from the Diamonds getting the blame.

Mingyu had come to four attempted goals on target and any other time was deemed offside by the refs. If he sees that fucking checkered flag go up one more time before they call for half time he’s going to really give them a reason for a red card.

Any other day he’d probably be able to brush it off after the half time break. But this isn’t any other day or any other match. It was the last match of the season — it was the Korean FA Cup final.

The 23-24 season was grueling but rewarding for the Diamonds. After the major upset at finishing as runners up in the season prior, the whole squad had come into this season with fire under their asses. The change in coaches was another thing — while their ex-manager, Mr. Cho was a hardass, their tearful promise to give him a win even after his retirement paired with Seungcheol’s no-bullshit coach style took them from 100% to 250% in the space of the off season.

Mingyu’s never been a better football player. Which is why he’s unhappy when the half time whistle does blow and they’re down 0-2.

Both teams shuffle into the tunnel to head to their locker rooms where their managers and coaching staff were waiting. Then Mingyu sees a flurry of pink shuffling through the mess of white and red kits.

“Excuse me, excuse mee, coming through please,” comes a light voice, parting the crowd.

There are a couple of chuckles and greetings coming from his teammates and even a high five and a “hey tiny!” from Hoshi before it finds its way in front of him.

It’s his girlfriend. It’s you.

Your presence at the game is no anomaly. You’re pretty much a permanent fixture, sort of like the 12th man of the team. Except you can’t play football for shit and you’re always somehow wearing the worst shoes for going on the pitch.

Everyone on the Diamonds’ side knows you — from the press, to the coaching staff, even some of the nutritionists. You’ve been with Mingyu forever. You hardly phase anyone around you when you bat your eyes at Mingyu and grab one of his hands in both of yours.

Mingyu tries to harden his glare at you, doing his best to send a look of displeasure at whatever it is you’re trying to pull.

“I’m soooorry,” you start, playfully rocking on the balls of your feet and trying to tiptoe to get closer to him.

Mingyu almost wants to roll his eyes.

The last of the team coaches enter the locker room but before the door closes, Seungcheol peeks out and meets Mingyu’s eyes. Hoshi’s head pops out next to him shortly after.

“I don’t have to tell you anything, I’m sure," Seungcheol starts, “But you’ve got 10 minutes, Gyu.”

“Tiny, I need my forward in tip top shape, alright?” comes Hoshi’s laugh.

Now Mingyu really rolls his eyes.

You can’t help the giggle that bubbles out, “Aye aye captain!”

You don’t have to be told twice when Mingyu drags you into an extra locker room and says “Skirt up, pretty.”

He makes quick work of slamming the door shut, not even bothering to lock the door. But he does flick the lights open. He wants to see. He has to see all of you.

When he turns around he clicks his tongue at you seated on one of the benches. You’re still rolling your underwear down your legs. They’re a completely useless pair. Though he admits most of your underwear is useless, either too frilly, flimsy, just there for decoration. It’s okay. He likes pretty things. No wonder he likes you so much.

“Uh-uh, doubletime princess. No time for the usual. I need to come before stepping back on that fucking pitch.”

Mingyu’s agitation from his sub par showing during the first half is bubbling under his skin. He’s been stiffening under his shorts since he saw you shuffling through the tunnel and the minute you grabbed his hands, the only thing in his head was how badly he needed to stuff you with his cock.

He grimaces at the pout on your lips as you finally untangle that stupid lacey thing from your frilly socks and platform sneakers. Mingyu grabs your wrist and drags you up against the wall that isn’t lined with lockers. He presses your front against the wall and uses his knee to spread your legs apart.

On instinct you stick out your ass, eager already despite him still being fully dressed, wiggling slightly to show him you want this too.

With quick, practiced fingers Mingyu undoes the knot of his bottoms and pushes down his compression shorts low enough to pull his cock out. He breathes a sigh of relief because finally he can flip up your skirt and see just how needy you are.

He has one large hand wrapped around his equally large cock and inspecting the view in front of him. His other hand settles on the roundness of your ass, grasping slightly to spread you open. He eyes your pink puckered hole and allows his gaze to move down to your pussy. He’s pumping himself roughly to get himself to full hardness as he eyes the slick that’s seeping between your lips. You’re almost jealous. That’s your job.

Once he’s satisfied with himself, he lets his cock rest between your cheeks, and he grasps you on both sides to squeeze. You want to cry, almost scared he’ll get off like this, just fucking the tightness of your pressed asscheeks. It’s almost quiet save for his panting and the way your slick cunt is starting to wet his cock.

So you whine loudly, that unimpressed, unsatisfied one that precedes a—

“Daddyyyyyyyy!”

Fuck there it is.

Mingyu grimaces and clicks his tongue again. No use being quiet now. Or ever, really. Everyone knows anyway.

He turns you around quickly, hoisting you up in his arms and moving to wrap your legs around his slender waist. This position has your pussy pressing up against the underside of his cock and the slight relief it gives you makes you nearly sob.

Instead you whine. You whine and start to grind sloppily as the feeling of delirium starts to course through you. It comes naturally when it comes to Mingyu. You’re addicted and so is he.

Even if your bare cunt is already pressed against him and all Mingyu has to do is angle your hips slightly to slip in, he goes the extra mile.

He supports your smaller frame with one hand and uses the other to lift a corner of his jersey to his teeth so he can bite it. He pulls it up high enough to expose his stomach and your mouth waters at the sight.

Mingyu looks good. He always looks good and he knows you like it when he’s on display for you as well. The dips and groves of his stomach, how it's still damp from the sweat from the first half, has you clenching around nothing.

He feels it against his cock and he quickly decides to quit playing around. You two probably have around 6 minutes and not a second to lose. So he flips the front of your skirt up and groans at the sight of you.

You’re soaked and coating his cock as you try to grind against him, a futile attempt to somewhat relieve yourself. 

So Mingyu pulls away slightly to position the head of his cock at your entrance.

“D’you play with yourself at all, sweetheart?” He says, tapping the large head of his cock against your clit.

“Huh?” comes your confused response.

“I asked my dumb baby if she played with this little pussy?” He answers meanly.

You flush. It’s like a routine for you to stay with Mingyu the night before a game, allowing him to let off steam and go into a game day glowing and stress free while you sit on his lap in the team bus full of his cum from your morning fuck.

But the night before the cup finals had you attending a work event at the last minute because of a scheduling issue that had both you and Mingyu pissed off and horny.

You suppose that’s partly to blame for the first half that had even you swearing at the refs from your seat in his private box.

“Just a little—“

He clicks his tongue, “How many fingers d’you use?”

“Just two daddy, a-and I stopped!” you cry almost petulantly.

“Yeah, baby? Why’d you stop?”

“Because it was no good!” You bounce in his hold slightly, biting your lower lip as he continues to tease your entrance and clit. Just the head of his cock was enough to get you this wound up.

He grins. It’s brilliant and handsome and just so fucking mean because he says, “Thats right. Two of my dumb baby’s fingers are nothing on daddy’s cock,” and pushes into you.

Mingyu has always been so big and thick and you have always always been so much smaller than him, his cock always stretching a little painfully when he first slips in. But today, with such little time and even spending the night away from each other, the stretch punches the breath from your lungs.

You squeal in equal parts delight and distress and Mingyu sets a brutal pace, not even letting you settle into the feeling of him inside of you.

But you understand. You’re his good girl so you look at him with big teary eyes, bottom lip in between your teeth and nod dumbly at him. Words fail you whenever he’s inside you but it’s okay. It’s better than okay. 

You two have long established how nothing nothing in this world makes you happier than when he uses you as he wants, when slips into you whenever he wants, and calls you his princess while destroying your insides.

His eyes are transfixed on where the two of you meet and you can’t help but follow his gaze. It’s absolutely lewd how you wrap around his cock, airtight, and how the sloppy noise echoes in the room.

“Look at my little pussy,” he starts, “my perfect little hole. My baby’s little cunt was made for me.”

Your cries are growing needier, louder, and more depraved. At the back of your mind you remember to worry about how tonight's the championship match and that the halls are surely bustling with press, staff, and even the opposing team. But Mingyu is fucking you so deep, so fast, that he’s literally fucking the thoughts out of your head.

You fight to stay with him in this room, in this moment, but before your eyes completely shut close, you feel his hand wrap around your throat.

“Daddy’s running out of time, baby,” he says, “so be a good girl and stay still for daddy, huh?”

You whine and nod as his hips move faster and he cages you up against the wall, your arms coming up to wrap around his head. 

“Words, princess. I need words.”

You want to swear at him and thrash in his arms but you’re feeling too good, too lost in the pain and pleasure. You bite at the collar of his jersey because it's the only thing you can do to quiet the pathetic whimpers, babbling, and indecipherable cries Mingyu’s pulling from you. 

Mingyu presses a kiss to your temple quickly, “My dumb baby,” he coos, “look so pretty when you’re crying on my cock. That’s my pretty baby, daddy’s almost there. Keep being good for me, m’kay?”

He speeds up his fucking, hips pistoning, and the press of his cock pressing against that spot in you that makes you see stars.

Mingyu pulls you into a kiss that’s all spit and teeth and bruising lips. He sucks on your tongue before separating the two of you and looking back down at his cock bullying its way into your pussy. 

It happens before your mind can process it but at the speed of light you feel a wet, hot thwack of his spit landing on your clit harshly and you cry out, unable to keep it in.

“Daaaaddy!” It’s loud and keening and you’re sure everyone on the other side of the wall hears.

But it’s all Mingyu needs and one, two, three, brutal thrusts later, he’s spilling deep into you, fucking you through his orgasm.

Your eyes fly open as he rubs at your clit with his thumb while he pulls out and slaps at your puffy clit before he brings your face close and presses back in for a long, deep kiss.

When he pulls away and meets your eyes there’s a mean glint in them and a shit eating grin that is almost frustrating enough to bring you back to tears.

“See baby, if you’d been good, I’d have made you come.”

“B-but! I was good, daddy! I was so good for you!” He settles you back down on wobbly legs and tucks himself back into his uniform.

You’re looking at him in indignation, tears brimming at eyes, threatening to fall. Mingyu’s eyes soften as he brushes the tears away with large thumbs and tucks your hair behind your ears.

It’s a futile attempt to have you looking presentable but your smudged lip gloss and the mess at the back of your head are enough to sell you both out for your halftime activities.

“Being good means not touching what belongs to daddy when he’s not there.”

All you can do is huff. He’s right.

You’re trying to fix how your jersey (a custom pink version of the Diamonds’ home jersey) is tucked into your skirt when you catch Mingyu picking something up from the floor.

It’s your underwear.

“Gimme!” You pout, trying to reach for it. But all Mingyu has to do is raise it above his head and it’s impossible for your to retrieve the flimsy lace

“I think I’ll keep this one for now,” he starts, “Think of it as a lucky charm.”

He unrolls the flimsy fabric and folds it into a small square, tucking it into his compression shorts and tightening up the drawstring of his uniform.

“If you want to be good for daddy tonight, you’ll keep all my cum inside of you, won’t you?” He says sweetly, talking you through the idea he’s suddenly come up with, “then daddy will win this game and fuck you with my medal on.”

After trying to get both of you presentable again, you slip out of the auxiliary locker room hand in hand just two minutes over Seungcheol’s initial 10 minute deadline.

You greet the team as they all line up again to return to the pitch and smile proudly as Mingyu talks to his teammates about feeling more relaxed and ready to play. You don’t miss the way he lets go of your hand just to wrap an arm around your waist, hand resting just on the curve of your ass as you two pass the players of the opposite team.

“Good luck, daddy. Come back to me a champion, please.” You bat your eyelashes at him and press the most innocent of kisses to his cheek.

The sweet moment is interrupted by an exuberant, “OKAY! LET’S GO!” from Hoshi.

You roll your eyes at him playfully but give in when he asks for a fist bump and says, “Tiny, thank you as always for your invaluable contribution to the Diamonds.”

You head off to where Hoshi’s girlfriend is seated, opting to be surrounded by friends and fans alike, but not before hearing the two teammates’ exchange.

“You ready to show them up, rockstar?” Is Hoshi’s jest.

Mingyu can only laugh and say, “Fuck you.”

And show them up he does. Just 6 minutes back on the pitch and Mingyu reminds everyone why he’s one of South Korea’s most prolific strikers. With an assist from Jeonghan Mingyu is lighting fast as he performs one of his signature moves and sends the ball flying to the top left corner of the goal.

You scream your throat hoarse as you watch him run across the pitch towards a camera, pointing and kissing the diamond crest on his chest.

Not long after that Mingyu nets a freekick from just beyond the penalty box, equalizing the game. With so much at stake and still so many minutes on the clock, you can hardly breathe easily, knowing it could still go either way. And it does. 

At the 80th minute the opposition scores their third goal and you could practically feel the Diamonds’ crowd deflating, fearing a repeat of the previous year.

“They can still equalize, I’m sure of it,” you hear Hoshi’s girlfriend from beside you, “As long as Soonyoung doesn’t fuck up and your boyfriend produces another one of his miracles, we can take this to penalties.”

You groan. You hate penalties, but you know how much this match means to Mingyu and the team.

Despite the possibilities, the game has gone into injury time and the crowd around you already look like they’re ready to pack up but sticking around just in case.

The majority of the players are crowded around the opponents’ goal, desperate feet hoping to score or hoping to defend. At this point some of the opposite side’s players are just trying to kill time to secure their win.

Hoshi is yelling orders from along the Diamonds’ midfield, abandoning his goal with the confidence that his teammates will surely take another goal. 

But time just about stops when the Diamonds are awarded a corner. Jeonghan looks like he’s dragging his feet about taking it, walking away to have someone else take the kick. But in a split second he turns back to kick the ball in a beautiful arch that meets none other than Mingyu’s right foot to take a third goal.

Hat trick.

Penalties are an awful cruel thing for any football fan, you think. Even after over ninety minutes a winner still isn’t decided and it falls down to each team’s five penalty takers and their goalkeepers.

Hoshi’s girlfriend is in hysterics next to you, gripping your hand like a lifeline. Mingyu had been the first to take his penalty, the ball floating almost gracefully and finding itself out of the keeper’s reach in a split second.

The score was at 4-3 with the Diamonds in the lead after Seungkwan’s attempt had found the back of the net neatly. If their opponents miss this, the championships would be theirs.

This all falls down to their captain.

Hoshi has always been so dependable and today is no exception. The very second he deflects that fifth and final attempt, cheers erupted in every direction and the final whistle is blown. 

The Diamonds won the Korean FA Cup.

The players, the coaches, and press flood the pitch and white confetti erupts around you. Before you know it your seatmate has vanished. She’s running across the pitch to jump into Hoshi’s arms, kissing away the tears pouring down his face, the team captain overcome with emotion.

Jealousy flares in your chest and you try to look everywhere for Mingyu. You stand indignantly, looking all over for him when you’re reminded of gravity.

The intensity of the match and the anxiety at its uncertainty had taken your mind away from your mid-match tryst with Mingyu and from the fact that he had come so deeply inside of you that it was only now that you were standing and pacing and you could feel the thick, sticky seed moving inside of you, threatening to drip out of your hole. You didn’t even have any underwear to catch it and sop up the mess, the lace neatly folded and tucked into Mingyu’s own underwear. 

You stamp your foot and a whine pathetically when you feel someone come up behind you. You quickly turn to see that, amidst the chaos, Mingyu had found you.

You’d only been away from each other for an hour but in that hour he had become a champion and that fact alone had changed him. He looked like some Greek hero with how he stood with pride painted on his face and how his handsome smirk screamed winner.

God, you needed to suck his cock. 

Luckily for you, Mingyu had the same idea. With the flurry around the win and the podium and carpets still being set up, the captain, manager, and executives still giving interviews, Mingyu knows everyone will be busy and he has time to whisk you away before anyone will even notice he’s gone.

That’s how you end up in the team’s main locker room, still a bit messy from the half time huddle, kneeling in front of Mingyu’s locker and choking on his cock.

“That’s right, baby. Take it slow so you can take more daddy in your mouth,” is his sweet encouragement before he takes the bottle of champagne next to him and takes a long swig.

You’re transfixed, blinking teary eyes to clear them, just so you don’t have to look away from the sight in front of you.

Mingyu had stripped everything off, feeling like he was overheating from the match he’d just played. He sat like a king, leaning back against his locker, spreading his legs and propping one leg up on the bench. He’d popped open a bottle of champagne and pressed the mouth of the bottle to your lips, watching the alcohol overflow from your mouth and drip down your chin to your neck and down your chest.

He kisses you shortly after, tasting the Moët on your tongue and pushing you down onto your knees.

There’s no need to preface anything because in no time you’re gagging on him. It doesn’t take much to have you drooling all over him, his cock so much bigger than what you should actually have in your mouth.

“You can fuck my throat, daddy, please please please!” You gasp out as he pulls you off of him so you can take in a deep breath.

“I know baby,” he says before taking another swig of that champagne, your eyes following the way his Adam's apple bobs. 

He leans down to bring the bottle to your mouth and says, “tongue out, my filthy girl.”

Your spit is thick and sticky in your mouth and you make a show of it when you follow his orders. He wraps a hand around your throat to steady you as he pours champagne into your mouth again, not caring about how much falls down the side of your mouth and dampens your jersey.

He leans back, pleased with the indulgent mess before him, and grabs at the hair at the crown of your head to pull you back down on his cock.

You’re a dream. You had been so good, so obedient at learning to take his cock over the years, and now he’s sure he’s molded himself into your throat the same way he’s made your pussy perfect for only him.

“My perfect girl’s got the most perfect mouth, huh?” He’s holding you down onto him, keeping your head in place, “The filthiest fucking mouth and its all for dad’s cock.”

The noises are disgusting. With your mouth full you can’t say anything but you’re happy just to listen to him come undone. Your spit and his pre-cum gather at the sides of your mouth but you don’t want to stop until he’s pumping his sticky cum onto your tongue.

You pull off of him to lave your tongue over his balls, sucking on one and then the other before saying, “Daddy, I think I deserve to drink your cum, right?”

Mingyu swears under his breath, somehow still not believing how lucky he got with you, your depraved mind the only one that can match his own.

He downs the rest of the champagne and moves to kiss you, sharing the drink. You gulp down what you can before going back down on him, holding down his hips as the muscles beneath your fingers jerk as he fills your mouth. 

Mingyu comes in thick ropes of sticky hot cum that you almost have trouble swallowing, but daddy trained you to be a good girl, thankful for everything she gets. So you swallow every single drop, proudly showing Mingyu your empty mouth.

“Atta girl.”

You try to be on your best behavior and good for Mingyu for the rest of the evening. You’re the picture-perfect girlfriend watching and cheering proudly as he gets his gold medal and the team cheers in unison once Hoshi lifts the trophy above his head. The pictures are taken and the interviews are given but there’s only so much you can take and by the time Mingyu has you buckled up into his car, you’re feeling unnecessarily bratty.

“Baby,” Mingyu starts. You’re some fifteen minutes away from his house and he’s about to get into it now?

“Mm,” is your petulant response.

“Listen to me,” he warns.

But it almost comes as an instinct to you to retaliate, having the most fun when you two go back and forth like this.

“Don’ wanna.”

From the corner of your eye you see his jaw harden.

“Didn’t daddy fill you up, today?” He says as more of a statement.

“He did.”

“Didn’t daddy feed you his come, princess?”

You start to flush, “He did.”

“And then didn’t daddy say he was going to fuck you with his medal on if he won the championships?”

He’s pulling up to his house now and you almost let out a sigh of relief.

“He did,” you answer.

He parks and turns to you, “Then you are going to get out of this car and head up to our room and you are going to strip yourself naked.”

You’ve been waiting for this. Finally, away from any prying eyes and ears, no matter how accepting, you can finally let loose and have him every way you want him.

“Daddy will park the car and unload the stuff and when I come into the room I better see that messy pussy served up for me.”

There’s buzzing in your ears and you bite your lips.

“Of course, daddy.”

It starts with your good intentions, really.

You had asked him kindly to lay back against the pillows and the headboard promising that you were going to be real good, daddy, I promise! And that you were so proud of him, that he was so yummy on the field and of course he was going to be the winner.

You wanted to reward him, said that daddy deserves to be ridden to have your tits in his face, to be spoiled.

To be fair, it was a valiant effort on your end. Once he’d settled into bed, you squealed and threw yourself over him, chest to chest as you rubbed your bare pussy onto his cock.

You were aching to be stuffed but you know how sloppy and wet he likes your pussy to be. And through his cum from earlier today was smeared all over your cunt and thighs, you knew you could do better for him.

You pressed kisses to his chest while running your hands over the dips and divots, the hardness and softness of his chest and abs and sighed dreamily as you met his eyes through thick lashes, “I love you daddy, I’m so happy for you.”

“I love you too, baby. I’m happy I made you happy,” was his simple response.

You bit your lip at the elation that filled your chest and you pressed a quick kiss to the gold medal resting on his chest. You stood on your knees on either side of his hips and kept one hand on his stomach to steady yourself as you lined his cock with your entrance.

The delicious stretch and resistance was still there as you sank down on him, his own spend mixing with your slick, making the slide delicious.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off how your pussy split open to take all of him. The pace is slow and your whimpers of “Daddy, daddy, daddy” made his head spin.

But while slow and romantic was good, it was always just how your love making started. This was all before your thighs had grown tired and your lower back started to hurt.

Mingyu tried to talk you through it, guide your hips on how to grind just right for the head of his cock to press against that spot inside of you. Even his encouragement of you can do it, pretty, daddy’s tired is futile when you finally cry out.

“But daddyyyyy,” comes the high pitched whine, “I’M TIRED TOO. Don’t you feel bad for your baby?”

And he breaks at that.

He sits up and flips the two of you over without even pulling out and your eyes roll as the movements jostle him inside of you.

The anticipation is reaching its boiling point when lifts one leg and places it over his shoulder and pulls out of you to rest his cock on your sopping cunt.

He loves this. It’s fucking sick, but he loves to see how big he is compared to your little hole. He loves to see the head of his cock aligned with your belly button and how you clench around nothing, already missing him inside you.

Before he decides to push his cock back inside you he grasps himself by the base and rubs harshly at your entrance and clit with the engorged head of his cock. It makes you squeal as the rough stimulation shocks your system.

He had left you hanging during half time, with only just enough time for him to fill you up, and you had been too preoccupied blowing him to rub yourself to completion after the match.

But the blessed feeling of an orgasm is finally bubbling back onto the surface now that Mingyu was focusing on your pleasure.

“You’ll give me this, right, baby?” He says pulling you back to him. He wants you to be present, to know how he’s making your body tick, “Be my good girl and wet my cock, daddy wants this pussy to be dripping when he fucks it.”

You whimper in acknowledgment and he speeds up his ministrations, the stimulation getting to him as well as beads of pre-cum mix with your slick and eventually, the spray of your cum squirting out of you messily. 

Your moan is music to his ears and you cry out as he pushes his cock into you, not giving you even a second of respite.

With both hands free, Mingyu positions both of your legs over his shoulders, your stupid frilly socks tickling his ears. This position is a favorite for the both of you. He loves how deep he can fuck you like this, the head of his cock kissing your cervix. And you love how when you put your hand just under your belly button, you can see and feel how his cock moves inside you.

“Fuck, look at you,” he says all too breathless, “So fucking perfect.” The sweat beading on his face falls on your temples and you want to cry — what a waste not to taste him on your tongue.

“My perfect little cocksleeve, that I made just for me, isn’t that right. Fuck.” He’s losing it and God do you want him to fall apart.

He pulls away slightly and laughs to himself a little when he sees how his medal, still around his neck, is resting on your chest, bouncing slightly as he continues to fuck into you. What a sight. And only his.

What a day it’s been for him to have woken up in this very bed alone and just another football player hoping for a dream to come true. And to end up here now, in the same bed with you calling out to him like a litany of prayers and his champion’s medal sitting between your tits, bite marks on the flesh contrasting prettily against the yellow gold.

He bites his lip and focuses on your bodies and how you can barely get the word ‘daddy’ out coherently, mumbling dadd-da-daddy-dad unintelligibly. He does you a kindness and presses a hand down where your smaller one is, and thrusts hashly, loving the way you clench around him as you finally reach a second peak. The vice grip your pussy has on his cock is enough to push him over the edge as well, spilling another load into you and your eyes flutter shut.

Mingyu doesn’t pull out of you but sets your legs down and massages the insides of your thighs because he knows you’ll complain about them tomorrow.

He slips off his medal and sets it on the bedside table next to your phones.

After arranging your bodies to be more comfortable, he presses soft kisses on your ear and into your hair, chuckling slightly as you mumble in your sleep that it tickles. 

Mingyu can’t help but keep that smile even as he settles down. It feels so good to be a winner.

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Those Eyes Chico ༓ myg (m) | chapter one

✑ Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?

pairing: idol!yoongi x plus size!poc!reader

genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut, slowburn, coworkers2friends2lovers, winter setting, forbidden love,

word count: 6.5k+

warnings: oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, body insecurities, fear of being blacklisted, emotionally restrained yoon, unstable parental relationships, conservative parents, rude Hybe executive that should be fired, bestie!tae is wonderful support 🥹, and cute yoon and oc interactions bc yeah....its thier first time actually meeting so it must be cute!

now playing: Sweet Dreams by The Last Shadow Puppets

a/n: YAHHH chapter one!! Ok i apologize if the meeting is so long and drawn out...I really tried to make it fun but so much info is needed too haha. Anyway this series is dedicated to my wonderfully crazy friend and sorta beta, Gloom @theuselessdaydreamingidiot, and to all our fellow Yoon lovers bc we miss our sweet man SO MUCH 🥺 Enjoy! 🥰 Also huge thank you to @itaeewon for designing this beautiful series header! Love it!!

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Winter in Seoul feels like stepping onto the set of your most beloved holiday film.

As the brisk air wraps around you, delicate snowflakes gather atop your head, urging you to cocoon in your finest wool trench coat. Yet, despite the chill, the sight of frost-bitten trees basking in the morning's golden rays offers a source of warmth and delight. Perhaps the most radiant tree of them all is the towering Christmas tree that sits proudly in the heart of the city. Adorned with shimmering red and gold baubles, the giant evergreen catches the eye of every person that walks by–both tourists and locals alike.

Nearby shopping malls buzz with holiday fervor too as shoppers scour for treasures, couples engage in friendly competition to find the ultimate gift, and children line up to take their picture with Santa. But the best part is when night falls. The whole city comes alive with joy and laughter as loved ones meet one another on the ice-skating rinks, while karaoke bars echo tipsy renditions of timeless songs sung by overworked professionals, each with a bottle of soju in hand.

Yes, Seoul is a place for making memories and you’re in the thick of it.

Having been in the city for three years, one might assume you’ve become well accustomed to the energy of the season. You've really grown to love it here. But adjusting to the new environment is still proving to be a challenge, the most outstanding being the prevailing beauty standards.

Massive billboards featuring stunning models serve as constant reminders of the type of beauty one should aim to achieve as you commute to work. Impossible to miss are the shining examples themselves – iconic k-pop groups Seventeen, Red Velvet, EXO, BlackPink, Mamamoo, TXT, and of course BTS plastered on the side of every flat surface imaginable. You’re not exactly complaining about that aspect as you’ve helped design a good handful of them as a top marketing and advertising professional. But the strict image of what constitutes a beautiful and worthy individual weighs on you more than you’d like.

While a conventional body type isn’t what you’ve been given in this life, you don’t consider yourself to be completely unattractive either. Having high cheekbones, a strong jawline, striking light brown eyes, good enough ass, and a full chest shouldn’t classify as undesirable. Still, you wish you’d adopt this more body positive mindset rather than your current overthinking one. It’s easier said than done, being that you not only see idols everyday on the streets in digital form but at work as well.

You continue further into city until a set of tall, glass doors meet you mere steps away. You tilt your head back to catch the name of the skyscraper before nearing the building’s sturdy, silver handle.

BigHit Music.

Feeling its cool metal under your fingertips, the door swings open with an easier pull than imagined to welcome you into the bustling lobby. You feel a rush of confidence return to you upon entering– this is your domain, this is where you truly shine.

“Did you get the files I sent to you?”

The woman nods her head in affirmation while sweeping a few pieces of her long, silky hair behind an ear. To strangers, she appears to look about 24 which is only four years younger than yourself but nonetheless she’s the same age as you. Hei-Ran is her name, meaning “graceful orchid” according to Korean translation.

Hei-ran is one of Hybe’s newest hires and based on her experience, a near perfect fit to being South Korean boy group Tomorrow X Together’s new marketing manager. Until about three months ago, this had been your job.

You never imagined giving up the position after three years of working in the role. But with December right around the corner Hybe had other plans for you.

"Graduated summa cum laude with a bachelors degree in BTech in Electrical and Electronics Engineering and a MBA in Marketing from NYU Stern. You worked two years as a brand manager for U.S record label Atlantic Records immediately after graduating, and are now working at BigHit Music as a marketing manager for TXT including liaison with their global marketing team.”

You recall Bang PD's voice vibrate in the back of your mind from mid-August. You thought you were called into his office to discuss details of TXT’s latest promo, so having your resume read back to you was a sweeping curve ball. Your determination must have far exceeded the heaviness you felt in your chest because before you knew it you, you were shaking hands with your boss in acceptance of your role – the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour.

The tedious knot that’s formed in the nape of your neck reminds you that as surreal as the situation might be, it’s undeniably real.

Months spent drafting a comprehensive marketing proposal for D-Day; often until the wee hours of the night, inevitably takes its toll on even the mightiest of warriors. An entire new team of fifty people, all of who you’ll be in charge of orchestrating for the next eight months, doesn’t provide much to relief either.

You’re excited nevertheless. Working with one of the most respected artists in the music industry is an opportunity you couldn’t let slip by, especially since the album’s rock-inspired genre aligns closely with your own music taste.

“Thank you so much for helping me get settled __,” Hei-ran’s gentle voice returns you to the present. “I appreciate the time you’ve taken these last few months to train me despite the tight deadlines you have.”

Smiling, you shake your head. “It’s no problem at all and if there’s anything you need in the future, feel free to give me a call or stop by my office.”

“On the 16th floor right?”

“1656A. Take a left off the elevator and walk to the end of the first hallway. The door on the right is mine.”

Referring to any room on the 16th floor as your own is something you don’t take lightly. For one the offices are double the size of any other office spaces in the building. Yours in particular has a giant skyscraper window draped with heavy white curtains. Secondly, the floor above is the 17th floor which is exclusive to Hybe artists only.

"How's the proposal coming along, by the way?" Her curiosity is palpable, genuine in its nature. You’ve always appreciated that in an individual.

“It’s done,” you respond. “Only thing left to do is to prepare for our meeting with C-suite executives next Monday. It’s nearly perfect as is, but the presentation could use a bit of refining in terms of organization.”

Hei-ran is silent for a moment longer than usual before her next inquiry, which is undoubtedly the question on both of your minds. “I can't help but wonder what it'll be like to meet him for the first time,” she muses.

You don’t bother asking for clarification on who the “him” is; you’re already well aware that it’s Min Yoongi. The same subject has managed to intrude your own thoughts more and more as the date of meeting him draws closer. It's peculiar honestly, considering you’ve encountered him before.

Granted, it was only a small handful of times the hallway, both heading in opposite directions. Min Yoongi typically greeted you with a hoarse 'Good Morning' those instances, along with a curt nod of his head. You would nod back with a brief 'Morning' yourself. Deep down you feel he'd make a quality friend, though it's only a premonition. It’s not like you actually know much about him beyond those small exchanges.

"I'm not sure what to expect, honestly," you admit. "I imagine it'll be similar to previous professional collaborations—composed, focused, and intense. D-Day is poised to become a global sensation for the next year, so it's going to need our full, undivided attention."

Hei-ran gives a knowing nod. “Good luck __,” she wishes you well as you head towards the elevator doors. Breaks over, back to work.

After another late-night prep session for Monday’s D-Day proposal, you trudge through your apartment door well past 8:30 pm with an empty stomach and a throbbing headache. Good news is that your graphic design team seems to be well on track with their album mockups ready to present.

The same can’t be said for your U.S. promo team however, who required additional guidance on their projects. The social media team was in a similar boat. Somehow several of their members lost track of time and were convinced the proposal was still two weeks away.

Despite the hiccups, you managed to tie up the loose ends, but it meant that none of you got to leave early.

When you finally get to curl up in your fluffy sofa, a loud, exasperated sigh leaves your lips. Your lids flutter shut too as you rest your head against the soft cushion. Silently, you make one last mental rundown of all the tasks you checked off today.

Did you miss anything?

D-Day is the most crucial project you’ve ever taken charge of—you need it to be flawless.

When nothing pressing comes to mind, you grab the tv remote from your dark oak coffee table and aimlessly flip through the channels. You’ll unwind for an hour and then call it a night.

Ten minutes into an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and the light chime of your phone's notification bell catches your ear.

Tae 💚: Haven’t heard from you all day. Everything alright?

Taehyung, your best friend. You smile fondly at his message as your thumbs hover over the reply button. He's always checking in on you. You and Taehyung have been friends ever since you first moved to Seoul and started working at Hybe. You didn't expect your friendship to become this strong, but both of you are sociable individuals, which led to discovering several unexpected commonalities. One of those is a shared love for jazz, which has been one of your all-time favorite genres for as long as you can remember.

You: yeah, I’m good. Just tired. Been working on D-Day's proposal for months and finally got it fully prepped for.

Tae 💚: Well, that's amazing news! You feel good about it?

You: I don't know. I’m definitely ready for this project but I’m also starting to feel a little burned out. The proposal is only the beginning you know, and it's already taking the wind out of me.

Tae 💚: Sorry to hear that 😞 I'm sure it must be draining, but I also know this is your territory. No one is more fit to head this project than you. Everyone thinks so. How about you take the weekend to rest?

You: Yeah...I'm watching B99 rn

Tae 💚: B99?! Without me?

You can't help but giggle. Somehow over the course of three years you've roped your best friend into becoming obsessed with your mindless sitcoms. You've done more than a handful of binge watching together, until all hours of the night.

You: Wanna come over for an hour?

The company might be nice.

Tae 💚: Be there in 20 🏃

Your door bells rings exactly twenty minutes after you and Taehyng finish exchanging texts. He's so prompt it scares you sometimes.

“Hey.” His deep, baritone voice greets you first, along with a friendly hug. Taehyung slips his snow covered boots off upon entering your apartment and hangs his wool jacket on your coat rack. His limited edition Gucci scarf is next. Taehyung loves the winter as it’s the time he can wear his most luxurious clothes.

“What’s this?” You peak inside a brown paper bag that Taehyung has conveniently set on your kitchen countertop. He flashes you a playful grin and gestures you to open it. Naturally, you're suspicious but it all washes away when a new, unopened bottle of whiskey presents itself. “Oh my god, you didn’t!" You swat his arm in a rush of excitement.

“I had to!" Taehyung opens a kitchen cupboard and grabs a glass from the top shelf. He's been in your apartment enough times that he’s grown comfortable with your place. That and he's also your best friend.

"With all the recent events you've had going on, I think it calls for a celebration." Taehyung expertly pours you a glass of the smooth, rich liquor and offers it to you.

“Thank you, Tae," you say, taking the glass from his hand. "Come sit down. Jake's about to sing I Want It That Way with the police lineup.” Taehyung pours himself a glass of Pinot Noir and follows your lead.

After about forty minutes of sitcoms and booze with your best friend you begin to feel yourself relaxing. Whatever challenges lies ahead, you know you'll be able to handle them one whiskey at a time.

All stream of thought is interrupted when your phone dings off again. It's now half past 9, who on earth is trying to reach you?

Fuck.

You tighten the grip on your phone as soon aa the message appears. Taehyung, previously occupied by the end credit scene, catches the sudden shift in your demeanor and calls your name but he's inaudible to you.

Mom: It’s been almost two weeks since we last heard from you. We know you're busy but your father and I want to know if you’ll be coming home. The holidays are coming up right? Why don't you use some of that time to come see us? There's someone we want you to meet.

"__, who is it?" Taehyung's voice manages to break your intense concentration.

“Just my mom.” You answer briefly, still averting eye contact.

“What’d she say?”

“She wants me to come home for the holidays.” You shut your phone off in an effort to calm yourself.

Unlike Taehyung your relationship with your parents has always been rocky. Expectations are set high from birth and you never see eye to eye. Likely, the only accomplishment that's earned genuine praise from them was when you accepted your initial job proposal with Hybe. A respectable career is only second to health to them after all. Your father was more torn with the news that you’d be moving hundreds of miles away than your mom however, not that you’re surprised.

Of course while having a healthy and respectable career is priority for your parents, there is no mistake that their greatest wish is to see their daughter married. A stable man with ample resources to provide her a secure home and healthy children is preferable.

You love your parents and you'll always be there for them, but you must admit that their traditional outlook is one you can never live up to. They tried setting you up dozens of times before, and tonight's request to have you come home "for the holidays to meet someone” is simply another attempt to marry you off.

Yes, you would like some sort of companionship in your life and you hope if you find it that they’ll approve. But giving your hand in marriage to the first notable suitor isn't your forte. You consider yourself to be an independent woman with a tender heart, and you'd rather be single for the entirety of your life than be forced into another obligation.

Preserving your independence is highly important to you. So no, you draw the line when it comes to relational affairs.

If only you could be firm and repeat all the above to them aloud, rather than within your own head— if only.

“So are you gonna go?"

You don't respond immediately, still weighing out your options. "Not sure," you murmur. "I don't really want to but maybe I should. I haven't gone home to see my parents since last year."

Taehyung recognizes the growing tension in your voice as well as the flushed expression playing on your face. He wishes he could take it all away but instead he moves closer to your side of the sofa and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He's silent for a moment before continuing. "Why don't you tell them you can't go because of work? There must be a number of things you'll need to get ahead of for Yoongi's album."

"True. But it's too easy, they won't buy that. I have to go."

"What if you say I invited you to celebrate with my family this year? We're going to a nice, cozy cabin a few hours north of here for Christmas."

The offer is temping and you know he means it but it's also not enough.

"No," you reject. "They'll think we're dating and ask to meet you."

"I'll do it!" Taehyung's voice lifts into a more playful tone, earning a soft chuckle from you.

"Very cute Taetae, but no. Neither of us are going to say 'that was a good idea' in the end, trust me. I'll have to make this decision on my own."

Taehyung grimaces slightly at your last choice of words. "I really think you should consider telling them you can't due to a full schedule. We don't get that much time off at the company any way. Don't your parents live at least 7-10 hours away? Come on, spend the holidays with me and the guys. Plus, it'll be my birthday soon. I want you there at my party."

When you look at your best friend to gently scold him for not so sneakily using the guilt tripping technique, he's pouting. Like a baby. Not even you can resist him with that face on.

"Fine. I'll think about it."

"Good," Taehyung chirps and snatches the tv remote to flip through episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. "I want you to be around those closest to you, especially around the holidays. You're my badass best friend who deserves more than some stupid forced marriage to a guy with an unhealthy alpha male complex. Should we top the night off with one more episode by the way?"

You nod and Taehyung hits play on the remote. "Thank you," you coo, feeling a tad better.

The weekend is a blur at best and you’re back at the office before you realize. Of course this is no ordinary work day however, given that today signifies the day you officially start work as D-Day’s marketing director. You’ve been perfecting every detail of the proposal like a madman since the beginning, meticulously obessing over every element. Your new team members must have a pretty eye-opening understanding of what it’ll be like having you as a lead for the next year–you pity them to be honest.

Between your fingers clutches a small tube of lip balm, berry flavored with a faint tint to match. You love chapstick for some odd, inexplainable reason and you felt the need to apply a generous amount of it on your lips for good luck.

“No one’s here yet,” Yi-joon, one of the members of your graphic design team, speaks first upon stepping foot into your assigned conference room. Others hum, unsurprised. Being the ones leading the presentation, you’d be startled if anyone actually arrived beforehand.

A grand mahogany table, seating up to 14 individuals, boasts itself to you in the middle of the room with every chair lined in genuine black leather. Traditional seating arrangements have one chair at the head of the table, but today’s meeting has two, both positioned to face the wide presentation screen at the opposite end.

Undoubtably, they’re reserved for Bang PD and Min Yoongi.

A momentary shiver courses down your spine, yet fades quick when one of your team members asks if anyone's seen the remote to the projector. There’s no time for nerves to be acting up, you remind yourself calmly. Only 15 minutes remain until every C-suite executive in Hybe congregates into the room.

With a composed demeanor, you swiftly gather your thoughts and respond, "Try checking inside the podium. It's likely close by, but if not, we can always power it on manually." You then start delegating tasks to the rest of your team, mentally rehearsing key points of the proposal between each instruction.

Time appears to have vanished in the blink of an eye because in a matter of seconds a gentle breeze slips through the conference door, accompanied by the arrival of several Hybe executives. You offer a polite "good morning," which is briefly reciprocated as they take their respective seats around the conference table.

You count twelve at the table in total, including your own team.

"Sajangnim should be here in about–"

Hybe's Chief Finance Officer doesn't get to finish his sentence when an older gentleman in a freshly pressed suit walks through the door, fully immersed in conversation. The person following close behind him is none other than the man of the hour himself–Min Yoongi, fitted in a clean white dress shirt that's unbuttoned at the collar and sleeves rolled to the elbows. His soft, raven hair falls gently in front of his eyes, framing his face a little too well.

Unexpectedly, both your gazes shift from Bang PD and onto one another. His dark, intense eyes pierce through you as they observe you from the opposite side of the room. You're certain he recognizes you from your previous shared encounters, though you don't have the slightest clue what he's thinking. Min Yoongi has been known to be many things, but an open book isn't one of them.

He then walks in your direction until he's directly toe to toe with you for the very first time. Completely against your wishes, you feel all the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. You've never officially met before.

"It's nice to finally meet you __-nim. Those nods we give each other in the hallway hardly count as a proper introduction." He extends a hand to you, offering you a sturdy handshake which you accept.

"Absolutely, it's a pleasure to meet you as well Min PD-nim," you say, smiling warmly. "I'm looking forward to working with you on your new album. I truly appreciate the opportunity."

For a split second, Yoongi allows his professional demeanor drop. "I should be the one thanking you. You'll be the one leading this whole operation right? So I'll be in your care."

You want to respond with gratitude, but you're not given the chance due to an authoritative voice speaking up from behind.

"Min PD-nim," Hybe's Vice President calls out to the man in front of you, requesting his attention.

Yoongi is hesitant to leave you mid-conversation but you assure him that it's alright. "Please, feel free to take a seat," you offer. "The presentations will begin soon."

A small, subtle smile graces Yoongi's lips before he turns around to take his seat beside Bang PD at the head of the table. He engages in small talk with Hybe's Vice President who's conveniently seated across from him. Yet despite their conversation, he's only half focused; his eyes repeatedly wandering back to you. At this point, however, you've already stopped looking at him.

"Good morning, all," you address the room when the time comes to commence the meeting. "We'll be getting started now that everyone's here. I'm sending down samples of the album design our graphics team has created for D-Day. Please pass them along." You hand the stack of copies to Hybe's Chief Technology Officer who smiles courteously.

"On behalf of my team and me, I want to thank you for joining us today to discuss our marketing strategy for Min PD-nim's upcoming D-Day album. Our agenda will be as follows," you guide everyone's attention to the presentation board, which provides a rundown of all the points you plan to cover for the remainder of the meeting.

"Let's begin with introductions. My name is ___ ___, I hold a Bachelor's degree in Electrical and Electronics Engineering from NYU Stern, as well as an MBA in Marketing. Over the past five years, I've worked in the music industry as a marketing manager. Three of those years were spent here at Hybe. The recent promotional campaign for TXT's The Chaos Chapter was lead by my previous team and me, resulting in a positive return on investment. Now, with a new team, I aim to achieve similar success with Min PD-nim's D-Day album."

Once you finish your introduction, you introduce each member of your team. This is soon followed by a brief introduction from each c-suite executive.

The whole room falls silent when you begin diving into the bulk of the proposal; every measurable objective, goal, and market analysis is shared for D-Day. When it comes time to present the brand guide and album design, you invite your graphics team to speak.

"You'll notice that we have two versions of Min PD-nim's albums on the sheet in front of you," Yi-joon refers to the mockups you handed out earlier. A few executives nod quietly as they study the proposed album packaging while Yoongi leans over to Bang PD. He's whispering something but you're far to distant away to hear. His expressions aren't telling either.

Does he like it? Does he not? You don't know.

Nevertheless, you give a subtle smile to Yi-joon as encouragement to continue.

 "We've opted for a sleek, pitch-black design for the first version, and a dusty brown for the second. The first version symbolizes the past, characterized by societal expectations and internal struggles, while the second represents the present and future, conveying a message of liberation. To complement these themes, we've selected a bold and daring font to exude the album's transparency. This design consistency extends to the album's contents; for instance, lyrical cards will reflect the respective color and style of the version they belong to."

Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer appears to be in approval with the entirety of the plan so far, yet it's short lived when a low voice interrupts.

"I think the vision of album's design aligns closely with mine, so I like what I see in front of me." Yoongi pauses and places the mockup on the table. "There's one aspect that I'd like to discuss in hopes of some insight however. I've been mauling over it for a while now."

"I'll do my best to–" Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer opens his mouth to respond yet closes it immediately when he notices Yoongi's gaze sharply shifts to you. It's a signal that it's your insight he specifically requests.

"Please go on," you reply.

"Regarding the name under which the album should be released, should it be 'Agust D' or 'Suga'? I'm personally biased towards Agust D because it holds more weight for me. It's close to my heart and the stories I have to tell as Agust D are heavier than those of Suga, right? The D even stands for Daegu, my hometown where I grew up and where my parents still live. Suga on the other hand is my stage name, which I have some identity in as well."

You don't answer immediately, preferring to carefully process everything he's said. Your team has already proposed to release the album under 'Agust D', yet he makes a valid point that 'Suga' is also a part of him.

"I understand that releasing the album under 'Suga' has its merit. However, I still support the original idea of releasing it under 'Agust D'. As you've mentioned, the name carries a deeper meaning, evoking memories, emotions, trials, and tribulations. I'd also like to emphasize that by releasing D-Day under 'Agust D', you can showcase who the real Agust D is. The collaboration with IU in People Pt. 2 already has you one step in that door."

Like you, Yoongi considers your words cautiously, weighing them in his mind. "Thank you ___-nim," he finally speaks. "Your perspective is reassuring. We'll proceed with releasing the album under 'Agust D'.

Following your short discussion, the graphics team continues presenting their design materials. Minor comments are made by Hybe executives, but Yoongi doesn't comment again until half-way into the social media segment.

"Why do we need to schedule this many Weverse Lives? People might get tired of seeing my face after so many in a row. ARMY will read, 'Min Yoongi started a live' and say to their friends, 'This is the fifth time in a row, is he in love with his own voice or something?'." His joke sparks a light in the room as Bang PD gives a chuckle.

"I don't think that's going to be an issue for you Yoongi," he replies. "Don't you know the strength of your own fanbase?" Bang PD's statement is undeniable. Everyone in the room is well aware of Min Yoongi's international fanbase who willingly stay up all hours of the night just to catch a glimpse of him. In fact, rather than seeing less of him, they hope to receive his live notifications more, as Yoongi isn't as active on Weverse as other idols.

It's clear that compliments like these aren't easy for Yoongi to take though, judging by the flushed look that subtly sweeps over his face. You'd react the same way to be honest.

"If I may Min PD-nim," you speak up, deciding to offer an alternative plan. "Leveraging Weverse Live to help promote D-Day will draw significant international engagement. We know that time differences pose to be a challenge which is why we proposed an increase of live sessions per week. However, we understand that going live this often might be exhausting. Would you consider reducing the frequency to once or twice a week instead?"

"I'm open to once a week but didn't we film the 'Suga: Road to D-Day' documentary for a similar reason? Won't it be too much to add more than two Weverse Lives throughout the entire promotional phase?" Yoongi's challenge is met with an unanimous hum of support from his fellow executives. You'd feel intimidated if you didn't already have a justification mapped out.

"The objective behind releasing 'Suga: Road to D-Day' on Disney+ differs from that of Weverse Lives," you rebuttal confidently. "While the documentary presents a structured behind-the-scenes view of D-Day's development, the Lives focus on building hype among your existing fans who know you well, will spread the word to their peers, and will likely pre-order the album. As you're aware, Lives are more personal and stripped down, allowing your fanbase to feel closer to you."

Thinking of no further objectives, Yoongi, still somewhat unsure, accepts your suggestion. "Once a week will be fine then. While we're still on the topic, do we know when 'Suga: Road to D-Day' is set to release on Disney+?"

"Our digital marketing and promo team will be reviewing the specifics of that soon," you inform. "Right now we have the documentary releasing April 23 of next year. The poster for the film will release a week and a half earlier on the 12th."

Rather than furthering the discussion, Yoongi sends an understanding nod your way which allows the social media team to resume their portion of the proposal. Recording more Weverse Lives than usual remains a pain point for him, but he's willing to move forward if it means connecting with his fanbase.

Alast, after what seems like three hours of social media; followed by financing & budget talk, the last team to present their material takes lead of the meeting.

"We'd like to provide a timeline for D-Day's promo schedule as a way to wrap up today's proposal," So-hyun from your digital marketing and promos team explains. "Promotions will begin April 10, 2023 and will run until April 25th. During this time the album's track list, concept photos, MV Teaser, and official MV will drop. As far as concert schedule, we're proposing April 26-June 24. These dates include U.S, Asia, and Korea Tours."

"We might need to rethink concert dates but for now I'm on onboard." Yoongi remains brief in his interjection, allowing So-hyun to continue.

"As far as other marketing channels, we plan to implement both print and digital methods including billboards, banners, paid search ads, and YouTube. We'd also like to reach out to a variety of magazines like Rolling Stones Magazine for interviews. If we want to extend our global reach even further, we can book a time slot on the Jimmy Fallon Show. Bare in mind that if we go this route, we'll need to decide fairly quick, as slots are in high demand."

You notice Bang PD whispering amongst Yoongi and his Chief Finance Officer when Jimmy Fallon is mentioned. Yoongi seems the least interested. Perhaps he isn't fond of being front and center of talk shows, you guess.

"When will we need a decision for the Jimmy Fallon Show?" Bang PD inquires for the group.

"No later than three weeks from now," So-hyun answers. "It's a tight deadline but it can been done if we get the official go."

Bang PD directs his attention to Yoongi who's chosen to be silent in this conversation. "What do you think, Yoongi? It's your call."

"Maybe," he says, "give me a day or two to think on it."

Another ten minutes of productive overview with your promos team pass and soon, you're standing up to adjourn the meeting. You have to admit that out of all the proposals you've given in your career, this goes right to the top.

Your team was phenomenal today, and despite the the fact that several Hybe executives are biting at the bit to finally go on their lunch break, you feel confident that everyone is leaving on the same page.

"Min PD-nim."

You're ears inevitably pick up the conversation in front of you as you make your way out of the conference room. Yoongi and his Chief Financial Officer are running through some quick numbers only a few steps steps ahead, but with everyone simultaneously rushing in the same direction, neither must have realized you were within earshot.

"There's no doubt that she's good at what she does," Hybe's Chief Financial Officer continues. "Still, it's hard to believe that she's only 27 or 28. A person should take better care of themselves don't you agree? Like our Eunchae for example."

If there was a way to erase what you just heard, you'd do so, because in an instant, all previous successes you felt from today's proposal shatters to the ground. You're no stranger to receiving these sorts of comments about your appearance, yet it leaves your confidence fleeting, along with any amount of resilience you've built.

Blinking back the tears that threaten to spill, you exit the conference room the first chance you get. You have no desire to stick around for Yoongi's reply.

Not long after you leave does you phone ring off.

Tae 💚: Hey! How's the meeting going? Still available to get lunch this afternoon? I'm heading to the cafeteria as I type this.

You: It went okay. But I don't think I'll be coming to lunch, just a lot to do. I'm also not that hungry.

You second-guess how convincing your message is, knowing that it's your best friend on the other line. Regardless, it's the only words you can come up with right now. You really do have a lot of work ahead of you though, at least that part is true.

Tae 💚: Are you sure? I was looking forward on hearing how the meeting went! Wasn't there something you had to give me too?

The meaning of the last line suddenly dawns on you as you make your way down the long hallway. How could you forget? You made Taehyung one of his favorite foods to surprise him for lunch; Japchae, a sweet and savory dish of stir-fried glass noodles and vegetables.

You: Right, sorry it slipped from my mind for a second. I'll meet you in the cafeteria to give it to you.

"Why won't you stay and eat with me?" Taehyung devours the homemade Japchae you made for him with delight, a pair of chopsticks clamped in his hand.

"I don't have much of an appetite, Tae."

You've already told him this twice already, clarifying that you'd be heading back to your office once you deliver his food. Evidently, he's not letting you slip away easily.

"Then take a break with me instead, even if it's only for ten minutes." You watch as your best friend swiftly pulls out the chair next to him from under the table, gesturing you to sit. "Tell me what's got you down," he says. "Did Yoongi say something to you? He can be a bit too outspoken with his opinions sometimes."

Feeling defeated, you slide into the chair. "No, the meeting was fine. I'm just overthinking something that happened."

You then proceed to explain what you overheard Hybe's Chief Finance Officer say about you from earlier, that you didn't look healthy enough for your age and using Eunchae as an example. The scowl that appears on Taehyung's face as you retell the incident is unmistakable–he's clearly pissed.

"First of all," Taehyung starts once you finish, jaw clenched. "Eunchae is 17 and is a part of a Korean girl group. She has an entire team dedicated to making sure her appearance is flawless. It's the idol life; trust me, I'm well acquainted with it, so it's not a fair comparison. Secondly, Hybe's CFO is an asshole who I'd replace in a day. I don't want you letting him make you feel insignificant just because you don't conform to his narrow idea of how a woman should look."

You appreciate Taehyung's efforts to cheer you up, though you remain unaffected. Besides, he still isn't aware of Yoongi's involvement since you purposely left that detail out due to their close friendship.

"Yeah, I don't know. We don't have to talk about it anymore." You decide to dismiss the topic entirely and reach for your phone, along with a pair of earbuds bundled in your pocket. "Wanna listen to something?"

Music has always bonded you and Taehyung's friendship, as you've frequently found yourselves fully immersed in timeless songs from King of Leon and Led Zeppelin together. Taehyung nearly accepts the offer to listen with you once again, but then he freezes all movement. An eager grin follows close after.

"Hyung!" His voice echos though the room, earning the attention of Min Yoongi who's just entered the cafeteria. This time, you feel nothing but discomfort when the man looks your way.

"I have some material I need to review from my promo team. I'll text you later, okay?" You leave your best friend no time to reply as you quickly rise from your chair, stick your phone in your pant pocket, and head for the nearest exit. Yoongi attempts to make eye contact with you on your way out, but you avoid it completely.

When he approaches Taehyung, he acknowledges your semi-odd behavior. "I didn't mean to make her leave," he states, joining the younger at the table.

Taehyung offers a light shrug in response. "Don't worry, you didn't. She had other matters to get to. Something with her team members I think."

Yoongi grabs a fresh clementine from a nearby fruit bowl and beings peeling it little by little. "You two must be pretty close if you're having your lunches together."

It's not hard for Taehyung to read between the lines of what his member is insinuating.

"We've been friends for a while," he clarifies. "Just friends, nothing else."

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[soubi122]

Bite My Tongue

For the life of me I could not get this scenario out of my head. MDNI! MINORS DO NOT READ!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, smut, trapped in a closet with Izana, fingering, dry humping, biting, unintended peeping by reader, cheating (not by reader), Ran's kind of dick to the side chick, side chick gets called a slut, getting off at hearing someone else getting off, bah this was just a fucking thrill to write. Enjoy!

Parties were never your thing but when a friend asked you to go with them, you couldn’t really say no. Knowing whose party she was attending, you just couldn’t let her go by herself. The infamous Haitani brother’s were throwing a party at their lavish home, it was in celebration of some achievement that their gang made. At the party, you were both walking around with drinks in hand, finding acquaintances and making conversation with them. Though you were feeling a little on edge, you tried your best to enjoy the night. Someone’s gaze was fixed on you and your figure. There were too many people at the party to even try and figure out where the gaze was coming from. Once there were enough people, someone cut the lights and everyone cheered - they knew what was coming next. Colored lights began to shine and make patterns around the room, soon music started blaring through the speakers and a male figure emerged from behind the DJ booth. It was the youngest Haitani, Rindou. 

Soon people started dancing, you lost your friend in the crowd and decided to step away to get some air. In the kitchen you saw a group of men that were taking shots and smoking. The center of attention was the eldest Haitani, Ran. When his eyes landed on you, you knew you were in trouble, he was notorious for womanizing and getting what he wants. “I found my target for the night…” He said to the man next to him. Oh no…they are all here! You think to yourself as you notice that all of Tenjiku was here. Mochizuki, Shion, Mucho, Kakucho and the worst one of them all, Izana - their leader. The coy smirk on Ran’s face made you quickly turn around and walk the other direction. You could hear them chuckle behind you as you tried to squeeze through the crowd to try and find your friend. You heard the rumors about Tenjiku and how fucked up their leader was, you weren’t expecting them to be here at tonight’s party. A male friend of yours got into a scuffle with them before and ended up having to skip town because of the constant threats. Though you weren’t involved in this issue, you still held a grudge against them for all the bullshit they put your friend through. 

You stepped out to the balcony to try and get an actual breather but the peace didn’t last long. “Aren’t you (Friend’s name) friend?” You turned around to face Izana. He was standing by the doorway with a drink in hand. The cocky smirk he had on his face made you panic a bit. “I am…so?” You retorted and took a sip of your drink. “Oh? Is that so?” Izana said as he came closer and caged you to between the railing. You could feel his breath fan your lips as he looked down at you. He was giving you this look, a look that you haven’t seen before - almost as if saying ‘you shouldn’t be here’. You didn’t flinch, you knew the moment you did - he would have you right where he wants you. “If you’re trying to scare me - it’s not working, pretty boy.” You say as you lift his arm and walk away, you just ignited a fire in him. Once you gained some distance, you exhaled a sign of relief - you had no idea what you were doing. You didn’t know that your name and face had crossed their paths before, now you were wishing you hadn’t attended this party. 

Trying to find your friend, you found yourself weaving through the crowds - trying to avoid Tenjiku’s men. However, Rindou had the high ground and was watching your every move. He could see the panic on your face as you were failing to locate your friend. He made a quick signal to someone in the distance, almost as if he was giving your position away. With no luck finding your friend, you opted to check the rooms - there was a good chance she was riding someone’s dick. She loves to lay and that’s ok, just now wasn’t the time for this as there was the threat of Tenjiku’s men retaliating. Most of the rooms were locked, either they were in use or the Haitani’s didn’t want anyone prying into their personal space. When you managed to open one of the doors - you noticed it was a simple guest room, though you didn’t find what you were looking for, you stepped in and took a seat on the bed and exhaled. Maybe you could climb out the window and sneak out of the party without them noticing. You tried calling your friend’s phone but it went straight to voicemail, there was no way Izana would let you go after you pulled that little stunt earlier. Running into him now would be suicide, the man was known not to have mercy, they didn’t go easy on women either.

The sound of a familiar voice made your ears perk up, from outside of the room - it sounded like Izana and a few others were talking. “Find her…she needs to be put in her place…” Your blood went cold, the panic started to set in when they all agreed. Shit! Shit! Shit! Your voice screams in your head, now you’ve done it. You pissed off their leader and it sounded like he was out for blood. You had the flight or fly mode activated, your feet immediately dashed to hide in the closet. The sound of the door being opened made a knot form in your throat. Quietly backing away from the billfold doors, you covered your mouth to silence yourself - it felt like you were about to pass out. It was a classic horror movie scenario, the victim hides in the closet and then gets found by the monster and gets ripped to shreds. As the person checked the room, you could feel your heart in your throat. The billfold doors slowly opened and you screwed your eyes shut. “Oh? If it isn’t little miss thing…this is perfect timing actually.” The manicale tone made you squeak. Whoever was in front of you leaned in and whispered in your ear - “The show is about to begin…” Wait what?

You opened your eyes and saw a pair of deep purple eyes staring back at you. Izana Kurakowa had a wicked grin on his face. Before you could even say anything, the sound of the bedroom door handle jiggled and Izana stepped in the closet with you and closed the doors. He placed a finger over his lips to signal the ‘shh’ motion. The confusion on your face made him smile sweetly at you. The sound of two people stumbling into the room made your eyes shift and look towards the billfold doors. You recognized one of the figures, it was Ran Haitani - he was with someone else, a girl. “So, tell me again - you want me to fuck you into the mattress?” Ran’s tone was coy and playful, it made a shiver run down your spine and your face heat up. You turned to look at Izana, the look of shock and embarrassment made him almost give up his position, he was holding in his chuckle. You took out your phone and typed a message. ‘I NEED TO GET OUT OF THE CLOSET! I AM NOT STAYING HERE TO WATCH SOMEONE GET FUCKED!’ Izana took the phone out of your hands and began to type a reply. ‘You weren’t part of the plan but I guess you will do as a witness.’ What did he mean by that? Before you could respond, the girl giggled and the sound of someone's zipper echoed in your ears. Izana's face reflected concentration as the light from the doors touched his face, the fact that he wasn't trying to kill you for the earlier disrespect made you uneasy. He was prideful, what the hell was he doing here watching someone get off? 

Light moans filled the room as Ran began to finger the girl, he knew someone was watching when his eyes flickered towards the closet doors. You backed away a little, they planned this - but why? What made you even more uncomfortable was that they were positioned perfectly across the billfold doors, you could see everything and seeing his hand up someone's skirt was making heat creep up your face. The muffled sound of you swallowing thickly made him look in your direction. Your eyes shifted away from the door and Izana smirked, perhaps having you here was a better idea in the first place. He pulled up his phone and began typing. 'What's wrong? Aren't you enjoying the show?' The shit eating grin on his face made knots in your stomach. Before you were able to respond, a loud moan ripped through the silence, it made your eyes widen and jaw drop. Izana was savoring every second of this. You covered your ears and screwed your eyes shut, you didn’t want to hear anymore of this - especially while hiding in the closet. 

Izana reached over to move your hands down and away from ears, you refused to make any noise - what would be more embarrassing? Being found in the closet with Izana or being found in the closet while someone is getting finger fucked? You shook your head in a ‘no’ manner, making him smirk even more. You tried to cover your ears but his strength was just too much. “Tell me, pretty girl…you like being such a good little slut?” Ran’s coy voice cut through the sounds of slick and breathy moans. Your ears perked up when she began to moan louder. “Oh Ran…YES! YES!” The sounds made your body shudder, something that did not get past Izana as he was still holding your wrists. “Filthy little thing aren’t you? Your boyfriend has no idea does he?” Something wasn’t right, were they setting up this girl or something? Her over exaggerating squeal pierced your ears, it was painfully obvious she was trying too hard to sound sexy. You could feel Izana’s hands grip you harder, his eyes narrowed and you see a glimpse of anger bubbling out from his calm demeanor. Wait is she…? You think to yourself when you relax your arms a bit. Izana sensed you gaze upon him and let go of your wrists, his eyes never left Ran finger fucking the girl. 

It finally clicked in your head, the girl that Ran Haitani was messing with was Izana’s girlfriend. Ouch, you were not expecting this. “Why hurt yourself on purpose?” You whisper in his ear, he was a little caught off guard with how close you were to him. I mean you guys were hiding - you can’t just speak at normal volume. He smiled and whispered back, “If you let another man touch you knowing that you belong to someone else…then you aren't worth my time, my affection and besides this is a much more fun way to break things off. Don't ya think so?” The venom on his tongue gave you chills, it made you back away from him - the smirk on his face made some heat pool between your thighs. Though he had a point, it was still cruel. “Did you love her?” You surprised yourself by asking that so bluntly. He chuckled a little too loud, it made Ran snap his head towards the closet doors, the girl was too immersed in her own pleasure to notice that someone else was in the room. The moment he did, your arms flew up and covered Izana's mouth, pinning him on the wall. “Shh!” You said as quietly as possible There was panic written all over your face, you were still hiding and well how the hell were you going to explain yourself? You were not part of the original plan. The motion made a loud thud and the girl finally snapped out of daze to sit up. “What was that?” She was trying to shove Ran off of herself to get up and look around. You took the opportunity to pull Izana down to the floor and straddled his lap, pushing his back flat to the floor, motioning for him to tuck his feet in behind the hamper. There was a laundry hamper tall and wide enough to provide some sort of cover. Ran tried to get her back to bed but she was not having it. You began to layer clothes on top of your bodies and pulled the hamper in front of you both to try and blend in with the contents of the closet. You buried your face into his neck, “don’t move.” You say in a whisper. Izana could feel your thighs tremble as the silence became almost deafening. Izana could feel your lashes flutter against his jawline, hitting a ticklish spot and he twitched. Only it wasn't his upper body that twitched, something else between your thighs did. When you realized what it was, you felt heat in your belly and a throbbing sensation in your core. Your soft and shaky breaths against his neck made his member twitch again, it made your thighs clench around his hips. Your hands were resting on his chest, between both your bodies you could feel the uneven pace of both hearts pounding.

The sound of the closet doors being opened made you flinch. “I swear I thought I heard something…” You both hear her say. Ran was expecting for the girl to scream or gasp as she was sure to find Izana and he would be ready to break the girl's heart. To his surprise, the closet looked empty - where the hell did Izana go? She was about to pull the hamper out of the way but the sound of a loud knock on the bedroom door made Ran pull her away and he immediately closed the closet doors. A few muffled voices later, you could hear someone say that they were leaving. 

Once the bedroom door closed and there was no other sound in the room, you slowly began to sit up - almost afraid to make any noise. What if they were still in the room? When you peeled the laundry off, you looked down and the sight was to die for. Izana's hair was disheveled, his neck was exposed, his lips were parted and that half lidded stare - you couldn't deny that he made you feel something. It didn't help that your skirt was hiked up a bit due to the compromising position you got yourself into. It didn't take long for his hands to brush your thighs and grip them, making you almost gasp loudly. The coy smirk that grew wider reflected nothing but mischief. More sounds outside of the closet continued, they were still in the room and took their place back in bed. When you turned to peek through the billfold doors, you could make out Ran’s figure and the girl. 

At this point Izana no longer cared about his girlfriend, the moment you straddled his lap and pressed yourself against him - it felt like he was being set on fire. Your lashes fluttering against his skin and your shaky breaths on his neck had him on another planet. He was prepared to teach you a lesson when you insulted him earlier, but this? Perhaps there was a better way… The lewd thoughts were running rampant in his head. Even more so when you reacted to his cock twitching and throbbing between your legs. Seeing you on top of him made his member throb again, snatching your attention away from the doors. 

When you turned to face him, he sat up and was now centimeters away from your lips. Your eyes grew wide when he whispered in your ear, “Better stay quiet…you don’t want them to catch us do you?” Wait…what? “I was planning on doing something else for your little stunt earlier on the balcony…” Oh no, you should have been nicer to him but nooo, you weren’t thinking. The sound of Ran’s light and breathy moans made your thighs clench again. The girl was between his thighs and had a mouth full, she was gagging and moaning as Ran’s cock was hitting the back of her throat. Izana’s lips brushed against your neck and you almost moaned. Your hand immediately covered your mouth to try and keep quiet. His hands traveled north to grip your hips and he began to move your hips slowly to grind against his hardened member. You wanted to stop him but the friction was creating multiple sparks in your core. His tongue licked a long stripe from your collar bone to your jawline, making your eyes screw shut at the sensation. “If you wanted me, you could have just said so…” He snickered in your ear as you didn’t stop him from continuing his motions. You shook your head no, but he forced your hips down harder and you could feel your panties sticking to your folds. Izana began to trail light kisses from your jaw to your neck, you tasted like honey and he wanted more. 

His right hand moved up and under your shirt, making you back away but the hazy look in his eyes had you under a trance. When he realized that you weren’t wearing a bra, he just about groaned, luckily Ran’s moans were loud enough to drown out Izana’s voice. The way he rolled and pinched your pebbled nub made you involuntarily grind your hips against him, making him smirk and move his left hand up to pinch and roll your left breast. You had to swallow your moans in order to stay as quiet as possible, finding you both like this would be mortifying. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you leaned in to place a light kiss on his lips. Oh god, what is he doing to me…I feel like I’m on fire. You think to yourself as Izana parts his lips for you, allowing you to dart your tongue into his mouth, you could feel how he smirked against your lips. He broke the kiss to lift his hips and move back, taking you with him to lean back against the wall. He bent his knees making you lean back against them so that he could lift your blouse. Though you were in the dark, the light that bled through the billfold doors allowed him to see enough. Your perfectly round and perky tits made him curse under his breath. Izana dove face first and began to kiss the valley of your chest, making his way south to latch his mouth onto your nipple. You gasped softly and began to pant as he began to suck and nibble. His right hand moved up to cover your mouth, he didn’t want to compromise his position…yet. 

You began to ride him faster, the coil was slowly winding and getting tighter. Izana bit your nipple hard, purposely to make you react and you let out a silent scream. He could feel the vibration of your moans against the palm of his hand. Tears began to cloud your vision as he bit down harder making sure to leave you sore. Your dainty hands moved to grip his hair and pull it back - he pulled your nipple with his teeth and you thought you were going to scream. When he let go, your chest was heaving up and down and your eyebrows were furrowed. It was painful and you couldn’t help but like it. He slowly stretched his legs out, making you sit up and he leaned in to whisper in your ear, “Turn around…” Like a good girl, you did as you were told. He made you lean back against his chest and spread your legs open. He titled your head in his direction to capture your lips as his hand slid up your skirt, he could feel the wet and sticky spot on your panties and he chuckled. “Aw, you're wet just for me?” The condescending tone made you close your legs but he was quick to spread them open and wrap his legs around your ankles to keep them open. You hummed and shook your head no. “No? Then what’s this, hmm?” He says as his fingers run underneath your panty line and play with the slick that coated your folds. 

Izana’s fingers began to glide up and down, toying with your slick and making you clench around nothing. Your hands gripped his thighs as he plunged two fingers without warning into your tight cavern. He was making a mess out of you, your breaths were shaky and you were trying so hard not to be loud. God you felt like cumming, you were so close - his fingers were reaching deep, deeper than your small hands ever could. When he began to slide them in and out, your thighs trembled and he took notice. “Feels good, yeah?” He whispers as he puts more force and curls his fingers to hit that spot that made you see stars. “Izana-oh fuck…” You moan softly and bite your lip. “Shh…” He responds and proceeds to pick up the pace. The sound of your slick was getting a little louder as he kept getting you closer to heaven. Soon the room went quiet and Izana slowed down, allowing you to catch your breath. The silence did not last, Ran could be heard saying “We need to stretch you out first, now open wide…” The sound of a vibrator going off had you looking up at Izana, you wanted him to stretch you out too. “Not yet pretty girl…” He says as he withdraws his fingers from your dripping cunt. 

The room was filled with loud moans from Ran using a vibrating dildo on the girl, a mix of his name and god were repeated over and over again. The sounds were so loud that you could have gotten away with a few moans, but you couldn’t. You were almost certain you’d scream if given the chance to make any sounds. Izana began to trace light circles on your clit, making you arch your back and try to close your legs but he kept you spread open, almost painfully locking your legs in place. The coil was getting tighter and that spine tingling sensation was getting impossible to ignore. You tried to grip his hand but his left arm bound your wrists together, pinning them against your chest. “You can’t scream (Y/N)...” God, he was bringing you so close to the edge, you were in complete tears by him saying your name, your whimper made him want to break you. He was panting in your ear and making the heat ravage your core. When he put more pressure on your bundle of nerves and picked up the pace, your whole body began to squirm as your orgasm was clawing its way out. “I want to fuck you so bad…” Izana’s low and hungry tone in your ear makes your coil snap. Soft whimpers escape your throat as your toes begin to curl and your juices gush, coating his fingers. You bit back the urge to scream by biting your lip and trying to bury your face under his chin. “Fuck…look at the mess you made.” He says as he slows his pace and releases your wrists to tilt your chin up to plan a heated kiss on your lips.

You both remained lip locked until the sound of the girl huffing made you both break the kiss. Ran spoke loud enough for you both to hear. “Sorry, but a little slut like you doesn’t deserve my cock if you belong to someone else…you can see yourself out.” Ouch, he straight up played with this girl. She began to curse and yell at Ran as she stomped out of the room. Both you and Izana chuckled. The closet door swung open and Ran pulled the hamper out exposing you and Izana on the floor. You immediately covered yourself and squeaked, Izana wrapped his arms around you to help cover you up. “So this is why you didn’t come out, you could have fucking told me or signaled something…I would have kicked her out sooner…” His coy and playful tone made you blush. He was hinting at giving the room to Izana so that he could have fucked you in a more spacious and comfortable setting. “By the way sweetheart, you two weren’t as quiet as you think. That bitch was just too stupid to notice.” With that he winked at you and left the room, giving you and Izana some much needed privacy. Izana nuzzled his face in your neck and began to plant light kisses on your neck. “Wanna finish this at my place? You can be as loud as you want…I wanna hear you scream my name.”

End.

[ilyuu]

warnings : confession, bits of angst, hurt/comfort, fluff!!, march and caelus as wingmen, lmk if i missed anything! dan heng bought a flower for you but is now contemplating whether he should still give it to you

a/n : not my best i’ll say that 😃

"c’monnnnnn!"

“i refuse."

the stars beyond the windows, thin glimpses of the endless space, bare witness to this conversation once again.

"it’s been days. the flower is gonna wilt at some point!"

"i am taking sufficient care of it," he says, and it’s only instinct for his eyes to stray to said flower in his hand. petals of soft yellow and red, a swirl of warmth itself - just as he says, it’s as rich as it was those days ago.

days.

for a reason he can’t fully comprehend, and yet does, the word spreads a bitterness in his mouth.

"and for what? decoration? never really took you as an aesthete."

march huffs, her cheeks puffed. slowly, but surely, the steam out of her ears fades with a sigh. "dan heng, it’s not going to do any good waiting around, y’know."

"i’m well aware." he sighs himself. "but it’s simple; it’d be best if we stay as we are. i’d rather not involve them with the likes of me."

"jokes on you, ‘cause you involved them the moment they met us," and with a smile she says it with. it takes a moment for the words to sink in a bit for it to disappear. "wait, that kinda sounds like we ruined their life—”

"we might as well had." his eyes is still on the flower in the palm of his hand. cool, crisp to the touch - the wintry touch of the snow still clings on.

his hold on it tightened.

march noticed that. "dan heng, listen, they wanted to come with us; the choice was theirs and with how excited they were, i think anyone could tell that they really wanted to."

his eyes wavers a bit.

a step into the main carriage and it's already stolen your breath away. an old song lost to time took the air from the record player and it only sets in a feeling of wonder in you.

the stars that seemed far from your reach is ever so closer to you now, even if by a few light years closer. and it echoes in your eyes, something that comes close to a childlike wonder, with the space of stardust and life swallowing you whole.

even if separated by a layer of glass, you’re content.

he could tell that much at the very least when he watched you.

"perhaps." heat seeps into his cheeks, skin flushed. his fingers twiddles with the petals, as softly as he can, of course, without tearing one. "i cannot be sure."

the flower in his hand, sunshine, it's called, although crisp, spares some warmth to him.

"these feelings are questionable; i cannot like them due to... circumstances, and yet, i've come to grow on their presence. i... seem as if i cannot leave them alone, and rely on said presence, in spite of me aware that is contrary to what i said a few minutes ago."

"they akin to a star almost. as bright. and i don’t see myself parting from them for now."

march stares at him in silence, unlike her, with eyes wide. there's a bit of quiet that, while he would prefer, very slightly unsettles him.

"i... said too much."

"nonononono!"

as if those words were all it took to snap her out of her trance, she waved her hands all over the air - a blur to his eyes, if to be honest. "that's more than enough! but wowww, can't say i saw all of that coming either.”

"march."

she all but grins. "sooooooooooo?"

"so?'

"c’mon, you know what i mean."

"ah." a sigh. this time, a bit lighter. "ill consider it. on... giving this flower, at least."

"there you go! step after step!"

from the other side of the door, their voices, a muffled mix, yet still heard through the slit of the door left ajar, you find yourself sliding down to the floor. your skin felt as though it caught on fire, hot, and you tried to hide yourself in your arms, all but caving in.

you heard.

and so he did as caelus stands beside you (with an achievement that says matchmaker 101 plays in his head.)

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[pianostarinwonderland]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AZUL

i have nothing prepared for you except my wet soppy thoughts

maybe i might rush write something bc i do have a few ideas on what to write

fucking breathes

the best. fucking. groovy. ever.

like everyone go home right now.

I have tried to think of every way they could make him look good but it ends up being how they could fuck it up because I’m gonna be honest, a lot of Azul’s recent cards are either decent or not hitting that well 🤡🤡

but this. THIS.

HOLLLLYYYYYYYY FUCK IT’S EVERYTHING

THE LIGHTING . THE THE FUCKING FUCK.

TEH ? VMS LISTEN. HE'S THE CHARACTER FOR EVIL SMIRKS, SO OFC THIS SERIES OF EVIL GROOVIES WAS GONNA BE PERFECT FOR HIM BUT BU T BU T

THIS IS SOOOOOO GOOOD. LIKE??????? DEADASS THE BEST ???? SMIRK??????? HE'S EVER MADE?????????? AND HE LOOKS SOOOO MUCH LIKE HIMSELF

THIS IS ALSO THE BEST ANGLE WE'VE EVER GOTTEN THAT SHOWS HIS 'BALD' SIDE AND THAT'S S OGUFKCKNGJ GOOD

AND AND

🧍‍♀️

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he hey sir.

your hand looks cold.

m mm mind if i h hh hh hhhh hhol— gunshots are fired

ADN CAN I JUST

CRY ABOUT

PART OF YOUR WORLD BEING THE PAINTING LIKE LEI EK JLGSLKGNLSKDNGOADSNGOAINSAONGOAISNGI0AOHGIOAHGSDHIFGHSDOIGFHNSDINGIDSNJGKVDS

FUCKKKKK THIS WAS WHAT I'VE WANTED FOR THE PAST FWE MONTHS

THE PART OF YOUR WORLD SEGMETJKNJENJKSNGFNDKSJNGKSDKGNSDKLNGLSDGNDSLGS

FUCKGN ISN FCYRING

LISTEN LISTEN.

LISTEN.

I WILL DROP A HOT TAKE RIGHT NOW

THE LITTLE MERMAID SONG THAT DEFINES AZUL IS NOT POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS BUT IT'S PART OF YOUR WORLD

AZUL'S SCHEMING AND CUNNING IS DEFINITELY FROM URSULA AND IS REFLECTED SOOOO MUCH IN POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

BUT HIS DREAMS

HIS GOALS

HIS AMBITIONS AND DETERMINATION TO MAKE HIS WISHES COME TRUE

PART OF YOUR WORLD REFLECTS THAT.

AZUL WOULD NOT BE AZUL IF IT WASNT FOR PART OF YOUR WORLD

AND THE SPECIFIC PART THEY SHOW OF PART OF YOUR WORLD. IT'S THE PART WHERE ARIEL WAS DETERMINED TO GET TO THE SURFACE

THAT'S LITERALLY AZUL

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

OUGOSHGHSODGHSUGUDSOHGODSGHOSDGDSGOSDHGISDOSDNGDGDSNGNSDOIGNIONAONGNAONSGIOSOGA

ok and can i just

scream about his story

BECAUSE. GOD FUCK THAT STORY LEFT ME DEAD.

loike like AZUL TALKED ABOUT HIS GRANDMA?????

THE SECOND BDAY STORY IN A ROW THAT HE TALKS ABOUT HOW HIS GRANDMA RAISED HIM AND AND HOW SHE'S BEEN SUCH A BIG INFLUENCE IN HIS LIFE

he's a grandma's boy ouhghfohfgf he loves his grandma sm he respects her and cherishes her goddddddddd

i love how he's aware that true compassion comes from not just spoiling someone but also disciplining them and whatnot

it adds to the balanced theme that he has going on

i also just rly love in general that azul loves and respects the maternal figures in his life not only because it makes him more respectable but also because it ties in with the feminism theme that you find in the little mermaid (whether animated or live action)

then then THE WHOLE LIKE,,, PART WHERE AZUL TELLS JAMIL THAT HE WAS SO SURPRISED AT ALL THE NEW SCENTS ON LAND THAT HE WAS SNIFFING AROUND LITERALLY

i first saw that part in an out of context screenshot, where jamil's like "lol haha you were just sniffing around everywhere omg" and i was like HUH?????

@/doom on twt also pointed out that it might be why Azul's into colognes and i think i shuold just be defenestrated at this point from how insane i've been goign

THE BARBEQUE PART THO

IT'S SO CUTE

AZUL, FLOYD, AND JADE DOING A BARBECUE....... WHEN THEY BARELY KNEW ABOUT LAND CULTURE AND PHYSICS................

AND THEY BURNT EVERYTHING LMAOOOO AND THE TWEELS BLEW SMOKE INTO HIS FACE THAT WAS JUST SO CUTE HONESTLY

jamil's like wow that sounds funny haha and honestly same jamil same

AND THEN THE PART WHERE THEY TALK ABOUT THE PR FOR NRC

god typical azul for doing it so that he can boost himself before graduatign

but i also got a lil emotional on that part not gonna lie bc he's Still grabbing opportunities to achieve his goals and he's working hard for them and god honestly that's one of the main reasons why i fell for him and i still love him for it

i also like

fucking died over his voiced line s

wtf

wtf are those lines

azul actually talking about love and crushes in his groovy....... but it's just him saying it's great cause he can exploit it lmaoooo

babe you're gonna be a disaster when you actually like someone i know it

jamil's already bordering on it, but if you actually end up liking Liking someone it's so over

personally what really fucking sent me though was Azul going "I take art as one of my courses so I can explain to you any painting you're interested in" LIKE

CMON.

CMONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

lore on NRC courses???

but also the way that's phrased sounds like art is an elective you can opt to take ? ?

and he CHOSE to take art? //? /

hELL O

AHAHFAHSHFOIAHSIOFHIOASHFIAS THE ARTIST IN ME IS GOING AWAOHOAHGOAH

ofc Azul looks at art in a business sense, but i love that he's so wiling to branch out and rly appreciate it

cause how many ppl out there put down art :')) employers in particular are really iffy about this

Azul's also designed mostro lounge so you know he has his own style

also wtf Azul, you have your tentacles in business, in science and maths (science would be chemistry ish because of alchemy and arithmetic is Literally listed as his talent), and now in the arts

just.

just

man

happy birthday ashengrotto. take my tears and my insanity for now until i can writey ou smth better

[atpsnty]

┊'𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞'

neteyam te suli tsyeyk’itan ; avatar: the way of water

pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!gn!reader 

warnings: light fluff, budding romance, a lot of commas (not even a warning but it’s bugging me how I used so many)

request: n/a

summary: inspired by ‘yes to heaven’ - lana del rey

a/n: I heard this song and immediately wanted to do a fic with it, but then I saw the footage of the deleted dance scene from avatar 1 (lmk if you want a link or something) and knew it had to be done,, takes place some time before the sullys leave the forest

character credit: avatar movie series

w/c: 1.7k

part 2: ‘and if you don’t, i’ll dance anyway’

As you approach the Omaticaya’s kelutral, you cannot help but immediately smile in the festive ambiance.

The clan is currently hosting a celebration for the success of one of the war parties. Ey’tey jahmka hiru’tayas – tree drums made of holes within the Hometree – are being struck in various different locations; the vibrations of the melodies sending happy tingles throughout your body.

Around you, your people are in various states of enjoyment. Warriors are reunited with their families, thanking Eywa for letting them live to see their loved ones again. Many have dressed in their best garments, littering their hair with beads and their bodies with jewelry. 

This was a time to not only appreciate the survivors, but to give final thanks to your sisters and brother who have returned back to All-Mother after their great fight.

You tried to put a little extra effort in your appearance this morning, adorning your braids with a few colorful wooden beads and your loincloth with a few accented pieces.

Walking through the Hometree, you grin at recognized faces, making sure to welcome the returned and give gentle smiles to those experiencing loss. As you weave through the crowds, you catch sight of the eldest son of Toruk Makto, sitting around one of the many fires with his family.

You would like to say Neteyam is one of your best friends. 

Ever since you were young and his siblings had found you exploring the forest, you’ve joined them on their many wanderings and activities. The only thing is, Neteyam is always too busy that he never actually gets to join and enjoy himself. He’s always off training with his dad or out on a hunt; he never allows himself to relax and actually be a child.

You hate it.

There have been many nights where you have caught Neteyam returning from training, long after his father has returned; forcing himself to perfect his stances and study his problem areas – not that he has many.

He has engulfed his life in expectations: following them, achieving them, perfecting them, then exceeding them. The pressure he has had since a young boy due to his status as the next olo’eyktan has taken over his childhood, and he no longer allows himself to simply exist.

Due to this, you try to help Neteyam loosen up whenever you get the chance, and right now was the perfect opportunity. 

You stroll over to the area where he and his family reside. He’s currently conversing with Lo’ak, though he does not seem to be enjoying himself. His toothy smile – which you have bare witness to on several occasions – is not in appearance and a small, almost sad looking grin has taken its place.

“Hi, Y/N!” Tuk rushes out of her mom’s arms and darts in your direction, holding her own arms out when she nears. 

“”Hey, Tuk,” you playfully scrunch your nose as you pick up her small frame. You twirl her around whilst lifting her high above your head before placing her on your hip. “How is my favorite Sully sibling doing today?” You tickle her stomach lightly while speaking loud enough for the rest of the family to hear.

“Nah that’s just cold,” Lo’ak puts his hand over his heart and shakes his head in a hurt manner, “all the years we’ve been together and this cry baby comes along and suddenly I mean nothing to you.”

Tuk sticks her tongue out from the place on your side, making a small hum before placing her arms around your neck and resting her head on your shoulder. 

“What can I say Lo’ak?” You lightly shrug your shoulders before sitting in the empty space next to Neteyam and placing Tuk on your lap.. “You’ve been slacking in the favorites department and a demotion was long overdue.” 

You nudge the elder brother’s shoulder and inquire in a light tone, “and how is the family’s best tsamsiyu doing today?” 

It almost seems as though his mood has already lightened from the way his smile brightens.

“I am good Y/N. Thank you for asking.”

You carry light conversation with the Sully kids, complimenting Neytiri on her beautiful jewelry and greeting Jake when he stops by after mingling with his people. In this time, Neteyam only makes light jokes and adds very little to the conversation, even as Lo’ak repeatedly pushes his buttons in hopes of him pushing back.

You softly sigh, stopping the moves you’re currently doing with Tuk: you swinging and twirling her in correspondence to the music from your position on the log. You turn Tuk around and point towards a few kids who are dancing together and watch her run off to join them.

As you turn to ask Neteyam what is wrong, the drummers start to play one of your favorite songs and you cannot help but smile. You quickly hop up and wave the kids to come join you. Lo’ak gets up immediately, happy to move around and do basically anything. Kiri, though reluctant, slowly rises and you take her hands, quickly spinning her in a circle before you both move to the beat. 

You close your eyes and let the music consume you: swaying to the rhythm, gliding on your feet, moving your arms in accordance. Music was always one of the main ways you felt your connection to Great Mother deepen. Whether it be remembering the verses that accompany your clan’s various songcords, learning the ways of the drums, or joining in on any events that had dances involved; music always moved through you in a spiritual manner.

The song shifts, changing into a partner dance that every Na’vi is taught from a young age.

Immediately, you open your eyes and meet Neteyam’s gaze. 

You tilt your head in a “come here” gesture, but he scrunches his nose and shakes his head, his braids jostling due to the movement. You giddily walk over to him, a slight skip in your step, and grab his hands, attempting to pull him up from his sitting position and towards the dance circle.

“Y/N, I am not much of a dancer.”

“You must dance,” you say as you manage to pull him up, “it is the way.”

As you drag him away, you glance back and see Neytiri smiling at you and her son. You bow your head back at her before proceeding into your necessary positions.

“Y/N, I really do not know what I am doing.” 

The boy almost seems…nervous? Whether it was because of his so-called “lacking” dance skills or simply because he was dancing with you, you did not know.

“You learned dance when you were younger, yes?” You rock on your heels and bounce on the balls of your feet once he nods, “then you are fine, ma Neteyam.”

As the music starts to pick up, you hold your forearms vertical in front of your face, your palms facing you. Although he is opposed at first, Neteyam slowly does the same, and you can’t fight the giant smile that appears on your face. 

You slowly start to twinkle your fingers as your arms raise above your head. When your hand brushes against his, you can’t help but blush. You look him directly in the eyes to make sure he is doing okay.

You find he is doing more than that.

His smile seems to be growing by the second. His shoulders lose their tension, his eyes fluttering like he is finally letting go of his mind and taking in his environment. 

Once your arms straighten above your head, your turn your hands over and slowly bring them back down with the same twinkling fingers. As your tips gently tap against his, you can’t help the way your heartbeat picks up. 

You’ve never felt this close to Neteyam before. 

Whenever the two of you spent time together previously, it was always in light of his siblings: you joining him and Lo’ak on an ikran ride, you aiding Kiri when she patched him up after injury, you babysitting Tuk when Jake and Neytiri went out hunting while the others were busy. It’s come to your realization that the “moments” you’ve had with Neteyam were never really yours.

Now, even though you guys were not technically alone, felt different than the other times. This was between you guys; you and him alone.

Even though your mind was pacing a million thoughts a minute, you noticed that your partner had stopped the gentle taps against your fingers. 

This sent your brain into overdrive.

‘Why am I thinking like this?’

‘Has he ever thought like this?’

‘Oh Eywa, did I really just force him to dance with me?’

‘He was so reluctant at first. Is he only giving in because I wanted to dance? 

‘Have I made him uncomfortable?’

“Y/N…?”

You startle a bit at the sudden voice so close to you and start to pull your hands away.

“I am so sorry, Neteyam. I did not mean to force you to dance with me. You just seemed so out of it today, more than usual at least, and I wanted to help you relax a bit. Wait, not that I notice when you are out of it. I mean it is kind of obvious that you would be – you are the son of the olo’eyktan after all. Wait, I am supposed to be helping you forget that right now…”

Neteyam grabs your hands back and gently intertwines his fingers with yours. Your eyes pop back up to his face. The confusion must be present on your face because he actually chuckles when you meet his eyes.

“Thank you, Y/N. Truly I…I needed this.”

You cannot stop the warmth that spreads across your skin at his soft words.

“Oh…It is no problem.” Your eyes pop down to your locked hands and you softly grin before looking back at him.

What happens next actually surprises you.

Neteyam pushes you back a bit before twirling you around and continuing the dance. It catches you off guard at first, but you quickly recover and nudge his shoulder once you’re reeled back back in.

“What has happened to not being able to dance, hm?”

“A big part of dancing is who your partner is,” he says with the slight tilt of his head and a shrug, “if you dance Y/N, I’ll dance.”

Okay I wasn’t sure if I wanted to make this a oneshot or divide it, but I haven’t posted in so long and this was already a decent size by itself so yeah

Also, I’ve organized all the requests and stuff I’ve been sent for various shows/movies/books, so I’ll get to everything when I can !!

[burnthatbridge]

after comes the thunder

buddie | E | 1.3k | lichtenberg figure spec that picture oliver posted ruined my entire day so i wrote this at 2am when i should have been sleeping, ensuring that it will also have ruined my day tomorrow (very much nsfw) also on ao3

Eddie pushes Buck back on the bed and Buck goes. 

They should probably talk about this, and they will, later, tomorrow, in the light of day, when it’s not so fresh. But, for now, Buck knows that Eddie needs this. 

Buck’s puts an arm down as his body reaches the mattress, tries to limit the sound of his descent. Normally, Eddie would be more careful, with Chris asleep down the hall, but that’s clearly beyond his capabilities right now, so Buck makes up for it where he can. 

They should have been back before Chris’ bedtime, might have missed dinner but should have been back in time for last minute homework and some time to unwind together before bed. As it is, they made it home over the threshold some three hours after their shift was due to end, and Carla left into the full dark of night. 

But at least they made it home. 

Eddie leans down and fastens his mouth back to Buck’s, kissing as hard and as deep as he had in the hall, once he’d closed the door to Chris’ bedroom after checking up on him. Buck kisses back, as best he can with Eddie’s tongue in his mouth, Eddie’s teeth biting at his lips, trying to put every reassurance he can, his full depth of feeling into it. 

The end of the shift wasn’t good, Buck knows that. But a near miss with a collapsing beam in a house fire is far from the worst Buck has been through. 

Eddie rucks his hands up Buck’s sides, pushing at his sweatshirt. Buck leans up and reaches behind himself to help, to save Eddie battling with the fabric. 

That’s probably the point though. Buck’s close shave wouldn’t be warranting this level of desperation from Eddie if it wasn’t the first time Buck has had a close call since. Since. 

Eddie pulls away from the kiss so Buck can strip his shirt off over his head, toss it to the side, lie back, bare chested. 

Since the lightning.

Buck watches Eddie’s eyes fall to the reminder of it. 

The mark is still there, fading now, but not as fast as all the articles Buck read had said it would. It’s been two months and the scar still spreads down his shoulder, still crawls up his neck, still curls over his pectoral, over his heart. 

Eddie looks at it, but he doesn’t touch it. Straightens up and strips out of his own shirt, reaches down to the waistband of his pants. 

He has touched it before. Tentative, at first, before they were even together, when Buck had been staying with him on his first few shaky days out of hospital, and Eddie had found him in the bathroom, shirtless and staring at it, glassy eyed. 

With a smoothness that Buck could never achieve if their positions were reversed, Eddie manoeuvres out of his sweats, his boxers, while kneeling on the bed. Buck reaches up for him, eager to pull him close again, but Eddie takes hold of the fabric at Buck’s hips and leans back to pull his pants off too. 

After their first time, Eddie had traced his fingers over the whole mark, slow, soft, starting at the strike point and feathering out, for each and every branch. 

Once Buck is naked, Eddie leans back in and lays himself out atop Buck, his cock a hard, hot line against Buck’s hip, his weight heavy and grounding. Buck doesn’t need this like Eddie does, wasn’t the one who had to watch his partner disappear behind falling debris, who didn’t know – even if it was for the shortest of moments, only the time it took for Buck to reach for his radio – if he was okay. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want it, doesn’t need it anyway. 

More than once, Eddie has kissed the scar, especially the part that reaches just high enough to escape from Buck’s collar, easy access when they hug. 

Buck moans as Eddie rolls their hips together, and then moans again, this time into Eddie’s mouth as he kisses him once more and worms a hand between them to clutch their cocks together. 

On one particularly memorable occasion during sex, Eddie bit down on the apex of the mark, then sucked dark purple bruises from Buck’s shoulder down to his nipple, obscuring it. 

Eddie jerks them together, the movement of his hand not quite slick, but not quite dry either, what with the precome they’re both leaking. It’s just the right side of rough and Buck pants open-mouthed against Eddie’s lips, coordination for kissing lost. 

And sometimes Eddie just lays a hand against Buck’s chest, over where the Lichtenberg figure is hidden beneath his clothes, in a quiet moment at work, while they’re bumping hips making dinner in the kitchen, during movie nights on the couch, when curled up together in bed.

Buck gasps as Eddie twists his hand around the head of his cock, groans when Eddie bites down on his bottom lip. 

In those moments, Buck knows Eddie is thinking about how he nearly lost him. Is thinking about how lucky, grateful, he is to still have him. Buck knows exactly, excruciatingly, exquisitely, what that’s like. Because it’s identical to how he feels when he touches the scar Eddie has in the spot a near mirror-image to where his own begins. 

Eddie rolls his hips and fucks up into his fist, cock sliding against Buck’s, the head of his catching against the crown of Buck’s. It’s nearly too much, the edge close. 

Buck has touched his fingertips to Eddie’s scar. Has pushed his lips up against it. Laved his tongue over it.

Eddie repeats the motion and Buck can’t do anything but take it, Eddie’s body a wave of searing heat against his, the aftershock a ripple of ecstasy. 

Buck has even had his whole palm, both his hands, everything he has, pressed to Eddie’s actual wound, something Eddie couldn’t ever have done with Buck’s injury. 

Eddie says Buck’s name, a rough, heartbroken gasp hot against Buck’s mouth. It hurts but it also sends Buck spinning, pleasure untold coursing through him. He comes over Eddie’s fingers, onto his own stomach, and Eddie strokes him through it, grip gentling and the glide easier with Buck’s release to slick the way. 

Buck can’t say he has done what Eddie does next. 

Letting go of their cock’s – Buck’s softening, Eddie’s still stiff – Eddie rises up on his knees. He curls his hand around his dick again, and strokes once, twice, three times, before he spills, aiming up Buck’s body so that he paints the mark with ropes of his come. 

Buck chokes out Eddie’s name at the shock of it, at the feeling of the splash of fluid hitting him there, at the devastated, devoted expression on Eddie’s face. 

When he reaches out for him, Eddie moves willingly back down, but lies to the side, chest pressed against Buck’s right side.

Buck kisses Eddie, tries to put into it what he has been trying to this whole time. What he thinks will maybe now finally get through to Eddie: that he’s here, that he’s alive, that he’s sorry, that he loves him so much he can barely breath with it and certainly can’t without it. That they’re together, and Buck can’t promise him forever or even necessarily guarantee a long time, but he can swear he will always fight to keep this. To come home with him. To come home to Chris. 

Eddie kisses him back, still firm, still a little desperate, but without the edge of terror Buck could feel before, and he lifts his hand to Buck’s chest, slides it through the mess, rubs his still-warm come into Buck’s skin, into the mark, stakes his claim over the lightning’s.

everyone: imagine eddie tracing buck’s scar with his fingertips, imagine him kissing it gently 🥰😭 me: imagine him getting his dick out and coming all over it 💦🍆

[a-local-idiots-shitpost]

Diavolo with an Immortal!Mc

this piece belongs to this and has 707 Words

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if there was one thing Diavolo would have never anticipated is that not only would his exchange program would be this successful nor the fact that they practically found another Solomon, not that they are similar to him or anything the only thing tying them together is the fact that both are Humans, incredibly powerful Sorcerer and both somehow achieved immortality without knowing how but the most surprising of all is that he fell in love with the new Human

not like anybody could blame him, and if they did he could easily deal with them, there are plenty of others who fell for them, their natural charm and interesting personality

and just as he was thinking about his odd but beloved Human he saw them walking up to he couldn´t help himself and immediately picked them up and even twirled them around a bit for good measure, despite them telling him to not do that because it usually leaves them dizzy

“MC!” he was smiling brighter than ever so bright they even covered their mouth and looked away!… actually he thinks they might be getting sick because they don´t look to well

Diavolo quickly put them down and saw them curl into a ball on the ground “Diavolo…” he could hear their voice and to say it nicely they didn´t sound all to good, for somebody as old as them they are surprisingly frail “how many times do I have to tell you to stop that”

he looked at the ground, he didn´t want them to see his upset face, this is a trump card he will need them for later “well you told me to many times to count but in my defense I just love you to much, is it so bad that I want to show it?” Diavolo didn´t need to look at them to know they aren´t amused with him and especially not the answer they got, he can even feel their glare and if they tried a bit harder they could have easily made him catch fire, good for him they weren´t in a mood or even physically or mentally possible for them to use magic

“what me to remind you? it was exactly 43 times and every time it was after you did the exact same thing”

“in my defense I love you”

“horrible defense and you just said it”

“but it´s still true” they looked him in they eyes and no matter how many times he tried to escape their gaze, they always managed to look him directly in the eyes maybe his tactic of puppy eyes won´t work this time but he can´t know if doesn´t try

he put on his best puppy eyes, opened his arms and even lowered his shoulders in hopes to look a bit smaller to them and it kinda worked? he could see them relax a bit but it seems they are a bit to upset at him to allow him to get away so easily

“not a chance Diavolo?”

he put on his best attempt at a hurt impression “not even Dia? are you that upset at me to forget my nickname?” what shoudln´t have been a surprise to Diavolo but which totally was one is that the only think it did was make them more irritated and now all he got out of them was a blank stare

he waved his hand in front of their face “hello? come on I don´t deserve the silent treatment now do I? it was just some light teasing….” all he got in return was them moving their face away from them, even jumping in front of them couldn´t make them look at him

“what do I have to so you´ll talk to me? sweets from Barbatos? a wardrobe change? torturing the souls of the damned? dinner in your favorite place in the Human World?” they didn´t react to him at all, preferring to act as if he wasn´t there at all and just walking away from him “wait”? I´m sorry! I promise I won´t do it again and this time I mean it!” he was walking after them but one thing is for certain he will be forced to sleep on his own tonight...

[scmg11]

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 ❤️

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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.

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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?"

Tumblr has words limit lol, so keep reading here!

[analligatorr]

opinion on the porcelain Graves skin???? I don’t hate it but I’m mad it’ll take another year or more until we get another one and porcelain is such a boring theme. Stick him in an interesting skin line for once riot.

Sincerely? I tried to like this skin, I really tried, but.. :/

Well, on twitter I compared Porcelain Graves with the WR exclusive skin Dragon Lantern Graves (not the special edition) I'll transcribe it here.

Let's start with splasharts. Wild Rift's Splash arts are generally criticized, many times I don't agree, some of them are of even higher quality than those of League, which is the case of Dragon Lantern Graves. Even though it's not Graves' best splash, or the best skinline splash, it's pretty and pleasant, my only criticism is that it's a little too static, there's not much movement

the Graves porcelain splash has some problems, at first glance it is.. pretty, but whenever you look at it, there seems to be something wrong, it really is a strange splash, and it's not the fault of the artist who made it.

Porcelain Graves Splash Concepts by Santiago Parra

in the end, they(riot) decided to increase the proportions and add a lot of texture, to achieve this result, so... yeah, it's not the best splash. but it's pretty

Dragon Lantern: 1

Porcelain: 0

About the VFX, let's be honest, they tend to do something very mediocre with Graves when it comes to visual effects, apart from his legendary skin (which it would be stupid of them to do something too simple) Graves' recent epic skins haven't received as much love.

Even though the Dragon Lantern skin has basically the same sounds as the base skin (i guess) the quality of the VFX is absurdly good (better than his legendary if you allow me to say). The Porcelain one.. is... mediocre.. ofc they couldn't put something cool like Lux and Lissandra's skins, right?

I can't post more than one video in a post, so here are the links so you can see the difference between the VFX of Dragon Lantern Graves and Porcelain Graves.

Dragon Lantern: 2

Porcelain: 0

Ok, let's get to the part that irritated me the most. The narrative..

Yes, we agree that Graves is not a big "important" character in Runeterra, he is not there to be a protagonist. That doesn't mean he can't cause real chaos, and set Bilgewater on fire just in an attempt to get revenge on his current partner. Why did I bring this up? because it is absurd to portray Graves as a pathetic and irrelevant character.

With that in mind, read Porcelain Graves' bio:

Not long after gunpowder was invented, the Zodiac searched for a new protector of the Dragon Relic. Though ancient and wise, the gods struggled to find someone worthy, so they settled for Malcolm Graves. Eventually his expertise in firepower was pointed in the right direction (away from all the breakable vases)

It's ridiculous, don't you think?

They are so fond of abusing the fact that Graves is, in some ways, a comic relief, that they make him the real joke, to the exclusion of everything else about him, and making him "unworthy". It's like they're saying "ugh, should this guy really be here? Who called him?". Whoever wrote the narrative of porcelain skinline seems to hate him, for real..

Now let's go to Dragon Lantern Graves' bio:

Graves, a free-spirited mercenary from a foreign land, can hardly wait to join in the fun at the gala. For this burly maverick, harmless ol' lanterns are no more than impractical ornaments—he much prefers filling up massive dragonflame cannons and setting the night sky ablaze with 'em booming explosions and dazzling lights!

1000% better, right? It's almost a delight. It's fun, brings out a little of who he is, and doesn't degrade his image :D

Dragon Lantern: 3

Porcelain: 0

AND WE HAVE A WINNER

[mj-ackerman]

My copy of Spy x Family Official Fanbook: Eyes Only arrived earlier, so I decided to do some translation (PLEASE DON'T REPOST)

Tatsuya Endo's Character's Guide QNA from the Official Fanbook: Eyes Only English Translation:

The Forgers:

Loid Forger:

Q: What are his likes and dislikes?

A: Likes: Reliable Information, well tailored suits. Dislikes: War, Illogical behavior.

Q: What disguise does Loid think that fits him the best?

A: I think almost everything? He can't use it in the operation if he doesn't think it's perfect.

Q: What disguise has Loid himself considered as the most "aggressive" so far?

A: "I think that Sumo-wrestlers from the Far East were physically absurb" (Loid's Talk)

Q: Success rate of a mission?

A: Although their identities are not revealed, it is likely that there are many instances in which their objectives was not achieved. The intelligence activity itself are series of simple task that are far from easy-to-understand as a success or a failure.

Q: What was the biggest crisis he experienced in a mission?

A: Anya's interview was more nerve wracking than stopping a nuclear bomb. So in other words, I think it's his current mission.

Q: How strong is his fighting strength compared to Yor?

A: If we're talking about simple physical ability, Yor is 100, and Loid is about 60-70, I think? But since he's a spy, if he was to avoid direct contact and use fire-arms and other weapons, I think they're even.

Q: What kind of conversation does he have with Franky aside from work?

A: Loid is unlikely to talk about himself, so I think he'll just listen to Franky's complains while giving him a cold retorts.

Q: Was there any other codename ideas other than "Twilight"?

A: There was something like "Mirage / 蜃気楼 (Shinkiro)" in the rough draft. I was thinking of the based image of "Unknown face". "Twilight / 黄昏 (Tasogare)" was also a tentative name, and I also think it's not a very cool name.

Q: How many hours does he actually work every month in his missions and in the hospital?

A: He seems to be a light sleeper, so it looks like he can only sleep about 2 hours. And since he works all the time except when he's sleeping, it's roughly 2 hours x 365 days.

Q: How much is his annual income from his mission and the hospital combined?

A: I don't know how much is the average income of a psychiatrist at that time, but in today's Japanese yen, it's about 20 million yen? WISE's salary seems to be much lower, depending on the reason why he was hired.

Q: What is Loid's specialty dish that he makes at the Forger's house?

A: He played a role of a first-class chef, so he can make anything.

Anya Forger:

Q: Please tell us more physical data.

A: She seems to have grown taller. Her shoe size is about 14 cm. People in this world (my design) have smaller feet.

Q: Does she have any other favorite food than peanuts?

A: She often eats omelette rice in the school cafeteria. Also, she seems to like crunchy little animal-like nibbles.

Q:What are her favorite subjects at school?

A: It's Classical Language.She may thinks that she's also good with the other subjects.

Q: How powerful is Anya's killer punch?

A: 300 star impact

Q: Please tell us if there are other special moves she was taught by her Mama.

A: Star catching... (She said "すたーきゃっちあろーらいじんぐほー ぶすねきつく。 めつぶし" Sorry I'm trying so hard to understand but I can't put the words 😭)

Q: What does she want the most right now?

A: Limited edition Redy-shibu (?) (*It's a sheep keychain / super expensive) (Anya's Talk)

Q: What was the origin of the secret organization's name "B'2" (pronounced as Betsu びーつー)

A: It's from the word "Peanuts"

Q: When she was shopping with Becky, what's her favorite outfit that she tried on?

A: It seems like she's not interested in any of it. "I don't need clothes" (Anya's Talk)

Q: Is there any source material for the exam number "K-212"?

A: This is the zip code of Kawasaki City, where I used to work.

Q: What was the robot Yor was holding in the short story?

A: It was in Anya's room. It was put by Loid along with other toys and picture books to create a children's room. Maybe she doesn't like it that much.

Yor Forger:

Q: Please tell us more physical data besides her height!

A: She cannot measure her grip strength because the measure tool always breaks.

Q: Please tell us about her ice-pick-like weapon!

A: It's a weapon called "Stiletto". It's the image of thorn thorns. There's no particular nickname for it.

Q: Any reason why you use stiletto?

A: It's because she can give them relief in a single blow without prolonging their suffering.

Q: How much is the success rate of "Thorn Princess" work?

A: There may be witnesses, but in a sense of "getting rid of the target", it's probably 100%. It seems like Garden only entrust her with a task that they are certain she can accomplish.

Q: What's her specialty killing method, and her weak killing method?

A: Her specialty is stabbing. She's not good at poisoning. She's also not good at using other complicated tools like guns, bows and arrow (she's good at throwing in general)

Q: How good are her skills as a clerk at the City Hall.

A: In the middle range.... probably not enough to make her boss mad at her, maybe?

Q: What was the biggest mistake she've ever made with alcohol?

A: "Not that I know of, but I've never been in trouble with the police.....I think...." (Yor's Talk)

Q: Has her specialty dish increased after that?

A: Good grief.....

Bond Forger:

Q: What does he do at home when Anya isn't around?

A: He does a lot of things like rolling around, playing with his legs, and sometimes messing around with PenguinMan.

Q: Please tell us in order who's he's closest to the Forgers (including Franky)

A: Anya → Loid → Franky → Yor

Q: Does he likes walking? How many minutes a day does he go for a walk?

A: He likes it, Bond isn't very active, so about 30 minutes a day. When Loid's busy, Yor takes him for a walk.

Q: Is he in good terms with the bomb dog Shepard? (The dog that bit Loid?)

A: They've been together for a long time as experiments, so they're in good terms. By the way, the Shepard is currently kept by Sylvia.

Q: Who does bond love to "smell" the most?

A: Anya, and he also seems to only like Yor's smell.

I'll continue the rest of the characters later!♡

<<Part 2>>

[goblinpuppy35]

Paw Prints in Fresh Soil

(Previous Chapter) - Part 4 - (Next Chapter)

Professor Remus x Male Reader

Summary: While teaching at Hogwarts Professor Lupin tries his best to conceal his strong crush for the green fingered grounds keeper Y/N but soon a strong friendship blooms into something more.

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Heavy footsteps echoes up the stone stairs towards Lupin's private quarters. Hagrid's large leather boot kicks the door open, striding into the open plan living room, holding Y/N's unconscious body in his arms. Slipping past Hagrid's large frame Remus enters the room looking visibly stressed. Upon arrival to the scene of the incident the nurse had ordered him and Hagrid, who promptly appeared himself to find out what all the commotion was, to take Y/N to the closest closed quarters which had a fire place. By luck this was Remus' private chambers.

Rushing to the sofa Remus pushed off the piles of books and parchment he had stacked upon it. With great care Hagrid placed Y/N's curled up and shivering body on the cushions. New footsteps could be heard and gliding into the room appeared the nurse, instantly crouching down next to her unconscious patient. "Make yourself useful and lit that fire! Quickly now!" Remus did has he was told, as he struck a match he suddenly become aware of how much his hands were shaking, almost enough to extinguish the flame. Taking one a deep breathe in to centre himself Remus began to light the fire.

After the fire was ablaze Remus helped Hagrid carefully pull the sofa towards the heat as the nurse has accommodated Remus' tiny kitchen space with namouras herbs and filled vales  which she was mixing together into a pascal and mortar. Remus was told to collect all the blankets he could find, fortunately he had plenty. Returning to the fireplace he looked down upon Hagrid who was petting Y/N's head tenderly. He looked as concerned as Remus did. "He's a good kid you know" Hagrid blurted out seemingly to no one in particular, "real hard working, never complains. It's been a long time since I've had help around the castle and at first I told Dumbledore, 'I don't need no help thank you very much' but" at this moment his voice caught in his throat "but I was dead chuffed to have Y/N's company around the castle. Did you know despite having magic parents he was born a Muggle? .. oh that might have been a secret actually". Remus had kneeled down next to Hagrid and placed a hand reassuringly on his strong shoulder "Yes I did" and he smiled warmly at the half giant, "can't be easy that but you don't see that getting him down" Hagrid said with a woeful sigh as Y/N moaned quietly. "Save your tears Hagrid the boy will be fine" interrupted the nurse as she marched over holding a bowl. Shooing the two men out of the way she lifted up Y/N's chin and guided the rim of the bowl to his lips. Steam rose from the bowl and it's contents smelled reminiscent of mauled wine, "This thermal position will do the trick, though it will take several days to take full effect. In the mean time he must stay as warm as possible".

Remus started to pick up another blanket, "I'm afraid that won't be enough" explained the nurse "we need him to return to body temperature as soon as possible for a full recovery to happen. The best way to achieve this presently is to take in the body heat from another person". Remus griped onto the blanket tighter "what are you looking at me for?". "Well I can't do it" exclaimed the nurse " I have another patients to see to and sorry Hagrid my dear I think the sofa would break if you tried. You'll only have to do it until his skin is not longer cold to the touch Professor". There was a moment of hesitation, Remus looked down at Y/N and straightened his posture in determination "alright then!".

Respectfully the nurse took Y/N top layer of clothes off, leaving him in a vest and boxers, Remus stripped down to the same effect in the other room, returning with a blanket draped over his body, concealing his abundant of scars from the others. "Well we will leave you to it" said the nurse stocking the fire one last time "if you need anything please come and find me" and with that her and Hagrid left Y/N in the care of Remus.

Awkwardly Remus paced around the unconscious Y/N, the end of his blanket dragging along the floor. This was not a situation he expected to be in and he didn't quiet know how to approach it, however with another weak uncomfortable moan coming from Y/N's lips the Professor knew he couldn't wasn't anymore time. "I'm sorry about this Y/N" he muttered as he gingerly slide onto the sofa behind Y/N, throwing the blanket over both of them and pulling several others over for extra insulation. Only their heads and tops of shoulders stuck out. You wouldn't be able to tell they were barely wearing anything underneath. Remus would feel the contrast in temperature between them, he severely wishes he could have asked Y/N first but slowly he wrapped his arms around Y/N's waist and pulled him closer to his front, resting his own head in the crook of Y/Ns cold neck. Each time Y/N whimpered quietly Remus held him tighter, he did his best to not focus on the fact the young man he was attracted to was pressed up against his body and just concentrate on ensuring Y/N gets better. As the evening drifted into the night Remus noticed Y/N's shivering and cries diminishing, moving his hands across Y/N's skin he was significantly less cold to the touch. Wondering if he should get up or possibly makes some food Remus suddenly felt Y/N's body twitch, "Y/N?" Remus whispered excitedly as Y/N's body twitched again and then shuffled, turning around slightly to face Remus' body before Y/N started to burry his head into Remus' shoulder, shaking softly, still unconscious. Despite the seriousness of the situation Remus' heart began to flutter, he moved his arms to hold Y/N's back, their bodies in a tight embrace "It's okay Y/N" Remus hummed, resting his chin on top of the groundskeeper's Y/H/C hair "I've got you". They stayed together on the sofa throughout the night.

Alas the next morning Remus had to attend his classes but he was revealed to observe Y/N's condition looking better. Seeming to take the form of a coma. As the week continued Remus kept watch on the fireplace throughout the long evenings which Y/N slept deeply. Stirring up the embers with an iron poking rob causing the warm glow to increase around the room at night. He had tried sleeping in his own room the second night but was incapable of drifting off knowing Y/N was in the other room. 'What if he wakes up and needs something?' Remus kept wondering. Inevitably he ended up bringing his bedding out into the living room area and curling his body up in the large arm chair he placed next to the sofa. He would read through the night, sometimes aloud to Y/N and when he grew tired he would set down his book and stare at the sleeping man, often only the top half of his face poking up from all the blankets, the flicker from the fire danced across his eyelids and forehand. One night Remus leaned forward to asset Y/Ns temperature by placing two of his fingers against Y/N's cheek, this action cause Y/N to breath in deeply and exhale almost as if he was relaxed.

The end of the week had arrived and Remus was teaching his last class of the day. The third year had some of his favourite students Neville, Ron, Hermione and Harry of course however once Remus saw the sheepish figure of Draco Malfoy enter his classroom he had to conceal his bared teeth. Since the incident the weasel had made himself absent from Remus' classes, he'd heard from the teacher grape vine that a serve punishment was in order however Draco's father was certainly going to come to his son's aid. The full moon was still weeks away but Remus could feel the wolf inside him grow. He knew he would get great pleasure out of throwing the young Malfoy out of his class and down the stairs yet he knew this vengeful thirst would not solve anything. Remus continued the class as normal, any engagement he had with Draco was certainly colder then how he talked to all his other students and Draco himself strived to avoid all eye contact with the Professor as humanly possible.

Finally the end of the teaching day has arrived and briskly Remus made his way up the long stair case to his chambers often taking the steps two at a time. Swinging his door open he was met with instant panic when his eyes fell upon an empty sofa, blankets thrown across the arms and floor, the balcony doors were open letting in the cool breeze. "Y/N?" he said softly and then louder in a more panicked tone as he started to enter the room. "Remus?" a voice flouted from the open doors out onto his balcony and soon after it's figure appeared. "Y/N" Remus sighed in relief placing his hand on his chest. Y/N was standing straight in his boxers and vest, grasping a glass of water in his hand. In the back of his mind Remus couldn't help but think how well Y/N fit into the surroundings of his chambers. 

"I woke up about an hour ago and I wasn't sure were I was. I felt so thirsty. By the time I found a glass I figured from all the books around and the chocolate hidden in the cupboards this must be your lodging". As the light shone from behind Y/N, finally Remus saw his smile, the same smile he had missed so much through the week and now it spread to his own face as he walked out onto the balcony to join Y/N. "What happened? My memories all blotchy" Y/N asked looking up at the Professor. "You were struck by a freezing spell. Your whole body began to freeze over. The nurse was able to give you a thouring remedy but you've been unconscious for a week as your bodies been recovering ". Y/N look back into the room towards the sofa "I've been there on that sofa for a week.. and you've been looking after me?" looking back up at Remus with an expression of shock and gratification. "Well someone had to keep an eye on your temperature, your barely wearing anything are you not cold" Remus asked and instinctively reached out to touch Y/N's cheek, causing the younger men to step back in surprise. "Oh I'm sorry, it's become a force of habit this week" Remus laughed weakly and a moment of silence fell upon both men. 

"Thank you Remus" Y/N finally said, his cheeks either pink from the cold or embarrassment or possibly both, avoiding Remus eyes and settling on his nose. "I'm just glad your okay now" Remus replied earnestly. For the rest of the evening the two sat on Remus' sofa together talking, Y/N transitioning from drinking multiple glasses of water to cups of herbal tea. Remus brought Y/N up to date on the comings and going around the school, how many of the students were asking after him and how he struggled not to throw Malfoy out of his class earlier that day. This caused Y/N to scoff in his tea before placing it down "I bet that boys going to run away in terror if he sees me in the corridor, now that I'm invincible" raising up his arms to jokingly flex his muscles. Remus chuckled as he bite down on a square of chocolate and then his expression turned serious "I was really worried about you Y/N. I know it wasn't your fault but as a muggle you are more vulnerable to stuff like this". Y/N cocked his head to the side "well I'm lucky I have someone like you around then. I understand what your saying Remus but I also don't regret what I did". Remus smiled across the sofa, his arm stretcher across the back almost touched Y/N's shoulder "I know you don't. That's what make you brilliant". The fire wood crackled in the background as both men smile at one another, content in each others peaceful company. "umm Remus I've been meaning to ask" Y/N finally said "where are my clothes?". 

"Oh Christ! Yes. Sorry" Remus leaped off the sofa and heistly went to the table were a neat folded pile of washed clothes were as he hurried explained what the nurse had instructed him to do and how he felt bad he couldn't ask first but it was a time sensitive situation. "Remus, Remus it's okay" Y/N said through his laughter, "You did what you had to do. And I'm very grateful for you". Taking his clean clothes Y/N walked to the bathroom to change saying he probably needed to go and find the nurse before heading back to his own quarters. Remus stood alone in the room as he waited for Y/N looking around, the idea of his space housing just him again made it feel colder and empty. He didn't want Y/N to leave.

When they approached the door neither one knew exactly how to say goodbye. "Thank you again" Y/N said as he hover in the doorway, Remus' figure towering above him. Then before Remus would figure out what to say Y/N pulled him in for a hug, their height difference meaning Y/N's arms were wrapped around the small of Remus' waist and his head and against Remus' chest. It felt wonderful. All Remus could do was soak it in and gently place him hands on Y/N's shoulder blades. A moment passed before they separated, without saying goodbye Y/N simply waved and smiled before descending the stairs. Remus felt such a strange mixture of his heart growing and breaking at once.

[tweeksandturns]

Reminisce

Zedaph had convinced Tango and Impulse to join him for a new Zedvancement, one that he happily titled, “reminiscent of the past”, an idea that he had gotten from an old friend of his, someone that he had finally gotten in contact with again during the crossover. 

A part of the reason Zed created the Zedvancement was to help motivate himself to finally finish “The Hall of All” before another update affected the server and his completion anxiety got worse.

Zedaph thought that convincing Impulse and Tango to help would go along with the idea of the achievement, bringing back some friends from the past (and maybe get them to stop focusing too hard on their projects and forgetting to take care of themselves.)

The challenge they were facing was relatively simple, all they had to do was collect every single drop that came from suspicious blocks! Including the Armor trims-

He had yet to tell Tango and Impulse this.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true! The two of them knew that they were going hunting for ruins, they just didn’t know why, or what Zed was looking for.

Zedaph had been pondering for a little too long, it seemed, because when his eyes focused again and he had no thoughts to think, a pair of vibrant red and orange eyes were staring into his.

He bleated in surprise, jolting back, and scaring Tango, causing his hair to light on fire with the abruptness of it all.

On his left, Impulse burst out laughing, confused yet entertained by their antics.

“Are you okay Zedaph? We’ve been standing here for a bit and you didn’t notice.” 

Zed blinked, and that was when he realized he had gotten lost in his head. “Oh, sorry Tango! I got a little lost in my head there.” He giggled, and Tango started laughing as well. 

“You're fine Zeddy, I just didn’t expect that.” Impulse pulled out a water bucket and dumped it over Tango, who ended up yowling, and the three of them broke down laughing again.

It took another five minutes for them all to calm down, and breathe. And another one for Tango and Impulse to remember that they had been called there.

“Oh, yeah! Zed, why did you call us here?”

Zed’s eyes darted away from theirs, and his stance became shy. They both knew in an instant that Zed had an A) complicated idea, or B) an extremely silly and hard idea.

“So… you two agreed beforehand, you cannot back out now-” Tango looked concerned and scared. “You two know that we are hunting for ruins, well, i was trying to get myself to focus on The Hall of All, and i was missing a bit after the update, sooo… yall are helping me with gathering all the items from suspicious blocks that can be existified!”

“Wait, we are what?!”

“What?!”

Well they were taking that well.

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They hadn’t found one full pottery set after 5 ruins. 

Including the suspicious blocks that weren’t in ruins, they had gathered at least one of every candle, a few emeralds, some different colored glass panes, and a friend pottery shard alongside a Burn pottery shard and a Relic music disk.

They were working on the 6th ruin, and although they had been joking most of the time, it was still relatively quiet. 

It was Tango that changed that. 

“Hey, do you two remember when Skizz got himself stuck in a redstone contraption he was making for us?” 

Impulse snorted at the memory, turning his head towards Tango as he brushed the gravel.

“Of course I do. He messed up all the redstone in it.”

“Hey, Skizzle tried his best. Even if it was kinda failing-”

The three of them laughed, and quieted down again, but soon after impulse grinned. “Hey Zed, remember when you took some drowning damage at the beginning of hardcore hermits?”

Zedaph spun to Impulse, a look of betrayal painted across his face and Tango wheezed for breath.

“You- you traitoror! You- Heathen!” Zedaph stuttered, clearly at a loss for words, before he spun to Tango, and pointed at him.

“You have no right to laugh, Mister! I’m not the one who fell into his own mob farm!”

Tango let out a garbled wail, awfully reminiscent of a sound Impulse felt as though he had heard before. Maybe on a different server.

“Yeah, well I didn’t break a whole redstone contraption by forgetting to place one dust, huh Impulse?”

“Oh, you be quiet-”

They kept laughing, pointing out different embarrassing moments the three of them (and occasionally Skizz) had made throughout the years.

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When the three of them returned back to the hole in the mountain, they were still quite a ways away from completing a Zedvancement.

Tango and Impulse had had enough fun that they agreed to join Zedaph again, sometime in the next week. 

For Tango, it was because he hadn’t realized he needed an escape from decked out until he had it.

For Impulse, it was because he hadn’t taken time to just laugh with friends in a long while.

And For Zedaph, it was because of his Zedvancement, and being able to have team ZIT together again.

Zedaph found himself thinking, a few hours after they had left, that the title of the trophy had maybe had more of an impact then he had thought. Because although they had raided some ruins, found artifacts from whatever was here before, they had been reminiscing on their own pasts as they did it. 

Maybe Zed should start dragging more of his friends into these. 

And maybe he could use the ruins as an excuse to get a good photo of Tango and Impulse together.

He giggled at the idea, before grabbing a piece of paper, and started planning.

[grimallkine]

Tfa x Tfp

(WIP 2.0) chapter 1

I desperately need a beta reader because I suck at English and constantly make grammatical mistakes. (You can comment on the mistakes you see and I will edit to correct them)

I have tried my best but every time I open the text file I write myself into a corner and get demotivated by the grammatical mistakes I make. Which is why it took this long for this to come out- that is also the reason this is so short. (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

I also write on my phone so if the spacing looks weird - no it doesn't.

✩░▒▓▆▅▃▂▁ the wip starts here▁▂▃▅▆▓▒░✩

The sound of weapons clashing filled the air as Bumblebee maneuvered around the battlefield, in an attempt to get closer to the modified Transwarp. He had no idea what Megatron was trying to achieve through it, but considering that the second he got near it, Megatron turned his full attention towards him and started ramping up his cannon, that was enough for him to understand that whatever this Transwarp is, it's incredibly important to Megatron.

As Megatron fired a powerful shot toward Bee, Optimus fired his own weapon. The clash of energy caused by the shots colliding sent the Transwarp into a haywire state. Amidst the chaos, Bumblebee found himself pulled towards the swirling vortex. In a flash of light, he disappeared from the battlefield.

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He came to with his back on dirt and his head aching as it tried to catch up to malfunctioning systems.

As Bumblebee slowly regained consciousness, he tried to sit up, dusting off the dirt from his chassis, noting the small wounds littered across his body, most likely remnants of the Transwarp accident. He instantly noticed that he was no longer on the battlefield and that he had no idea where he could possibly be. He found himself on the outskirts of a bizarre cityscape, filled with towering buildings and vibrant colors. His first instinct was to hide, yet upon seeing that no one was around, he decided that exploration was the best option available.

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At the Autobots' base, everyone gathered as a sense of confusion filled the room. Everyone's attention was fixed on a screen displaying an Autobot signal on the outskirts of Detroit.

Optimus frowned and voiced his confusion, "This doesn't add up. We should have been informed if another Autobot was coming to Earth." He paused, contemplating the situation. "Could it be a trap?"

Bulkhead interjected, "Perhaps it's a crash landing caused by an encounter with a Decepticon?"

Ratchet, wearing an annoyed expression, dismissed the idea, saying, "No, that can't be the case. We would have received the signal much earlier." He studied the signal's location on the screen. "The only plausible explanation is an escaped prisoner, though even that seems unlikely considering the location."

Optimus's optics flickered with realization, and he responded, "What if the Decepticons attached a signal dampener to them? It would account for the lack of a signal until now, as well as the unusual location."

"So, what you're saying is," Bumblebee leaned forward with a smile, "we're going on a rescue mission?"

Optimus nodded in agreement. "However," he continued, "we must formulate a plan."

"What?! Why? We just need to go there, get him back and kick some Decepticon aft if they come in our way." Bumblebee made a punching motion. "Simple."

Ratchet, just as aggravated as he tends to be, interrupted Bumblebee. "An escaped prisoner is guaranteed to provoke extensive Decepticon patrols. We cannot afford to just dash in hoping to succeed," Ratchet conveyed with exasperation, as if stating the obvious.

"I mean, yeah, it's true," Bumblebee replied, his optics scanning the landscape around the signal, looking for a way to win this argument. "But we also can't leave them out here injured and defenseless. There's got to be a way we can get them back to our camp without alerting the Decepticons." He then proceeded to put a hand on his chest. "What if I just race in there, get them, and race out? I am the fastest after all." Bumblebee then made a pointing gesture at Prowl. "He can even use his ninja skills to sneak around, to make sure no Decepticons will be in the way."

"You can't just race in; what if they are bigger than you?" Interjected Ratchet before Bumblebee talked over whatever point he wanted to make. "If we have their signal, then the Decepticons have it as well. It's a race against time," stated Bumblebee, making it clear he thinks his answer is the best one.

Sari, who had been quiet the entire time, spoke up. "What if I just go with Bumblebee and heal them? Then their size wouldn't matter."

Ratchet, whose patience wore thin as they spoke with newfound intensity, said, "The possibility of either getting cornered or the Decepticons already being next to the presumed prisoner is way too high. Your idea is almost guaranteed to end in disaster."

Bumblebee, amidst their stubbornness, had a nugget of wisdom in their argument. "And we are talking about something time-sensitive. We must be there before the Decepticons. And if anything, I will be fast enough to get away from them!"

Optimus surveyed the room, the situation at hand was not something he was prepared for.But he knew that time was of the essence, and a hasty decision could lead to disaster, but leaving, what is most likely, a fellow Autobot stranded and injured was not an option either.

After a moment of contemplation, Optimus spoke, "Bumblebee, your speed can be an advantage, but we need a plan to ensure your safety." After pausing for a few seconds, before adding "Prowl, you will accompany him to scout the area and warn him of any potential threats, quietly. Sari, your healing abilities will be invaluable... stay as close to Bumblebee as you possibly can. And if anything, and I mean anything, goes wrong, you will retreat."

Prowl nodded and left to scout the general location, making sure to keep his distance.

As Bumblebee and Sari prepared to leave, Ratchet couldn't help but express his concerns once more. "Be cautious, both of you. This mission is far from straightforward. And, Bumblebee, don't underestimate the Decepticons."

Bumblebee nodded "yeah, yeah, we'll be fine Ratch. It's not the first time we'd met with them anyways"

With that Bumblebee and Sari sped off towards the mysterious location on the outskirts of Detroit. They approached cautiously, their sensors scanning for any signs of Decepticon activity.

Oddly enough, there was not a single sign of Decepticons. It was like they never realized that their autobot prisoner escaped. This set all of Prowl's red flags off, because this meant one of Theo 's: one- they didn't realize their prisoner escaped.

Or two (the most likely one)- it was indeed a trap.

Prowl decided to investigate further. That was until he got startled by the approaching bot, who had somehow managed to get close without him noticing.

The way he managed to get so close to Prowl is beyond him. One thing is clear, though - he is an Autobot; the blue optics and the insignia leave no room for doubt. Another thing made clear, which makes him question his own optics, is that the bot in front of him is certainly, without a doubt, a warframe. Towering over him, the bot looks down with skepticism, analyzing him.

Unknown to either of them, they had the same exact thoughts: "Who is this? Why is their frame like that, and why are they on Earth?"

As Bumblebee looked down on the bot that was spying on him mere seconds ago, he felt a wave of confusion hit him. The Autobot insignia being the main reason, one- he wasn't aware of a Autobot that looked even remotely like the one in front of him, and considering the fact that he has had to meet almost every single one because of his close relationship with Optimus, he would have known about a autobot that is so small. He could hide behind a bush for prime's sake!

He also looks very... odd to say the least, small, not a lot of details, long face and bright colors (he knows this statement is hypocritical).

Another question on his mind being, why spy on him at all?

Bumblebee gets taken out of his thoughts when he hears another bot nearby, they most likely came here together.

Not wanting to make a bad impression he helps the bot in front of him off the floor get up. And gets out of the hiding spot that, because of his size, didn't really do anything to hide him.

Bumblebee sees a yellow car approach, transform, and a small yellow autobot, along with a small human girl, walk towards him, but before saying anything to him, they turn the the first bot he meet and all but yell "See prowl" (huh, so the bots name is Prowl) "we told you it's gonna work out! You guys worried for nothing"

Prowl ignoring the yellow bot. Turns to tfp Bumblebee.

"How did you get here? We didn't get any sort of announcement or even a signal beforehand. You just appeared." Prowl said, stoic as always.

.: I got caught in a Transwarp accident :. Answered tfp Bumblebee, still looking around for any sort of hint that would help him pinpoint his location. Unaware of the panic his response caused the other bots. tfa Bumblebee and Prowl both felt their sparks drop, even though neither of them understood what the bot in front of them said, they both recognized the fact it was a form of morse code, the one used by bots rendered mute. Neither of them had the language module needed to decipher the code downloaded.

"..." tfa Bumblebee looked at the bot before him in complete silence for a few seconds before springing into action " So, uhh, big guy, we can't really understand you. BUT! But Ratchet will 100% understand you. We just need to return to our base."

tfp Bumblebee was a bit taken aback by the fact that the bots couldn't understand him, wasn't downloading the language module needed for this kind of morse code mandatory in the war? The mention of Ratchet left him sorely perplexed as well. What was Ratchet doing here, did he get teleported too? But, Ratchet was far away from the Transwarp when it went haywire, for him to also get teleported the warp should have had an absurd range of teleportation. Did these bots know Ratchet personally?

That would explain why they speak about him as if he is a close friend, he never heard of them though,and his team wouldn't keep an entire group of autobots being on earth a secret from him.

"Bumblebee." Said prowl, both Bumblebee's looked at him " we need to head back, and the possibility of Decepticons being present is still high, so no speeding ahead" Prowl pointed at tfa Bumblebee as he finished his sentence, oblivious to the distress he caused tfp Bee to experience.

tfp Bee gaze shifted from one bot to the other, analyzing them with a look of disbelief in his optics. The more he looked, the more he noticed the resemblance the small yellow bot had to him.

Actually, now that he thinks about it, this city looks way too advanced technologically for humans, and everything seems a bit too colorful as well. As tfp Bumblebee tried to make sense of the situation, he remembered a conversation he had with Wheeljack.

Alternate universes and the possibility of their existence.

Alternate universes, they would explain everything going on. It becomes even more plausible when considering the fact that it was a modified Transwarp, which is treasured to the point of obsession by Megatron, that had played a crucial role in his arrival. This wasn't a question of possibility by this point, but a realization…

.:Scrap, this cannot be happening:. Tfp Bumblebee let out an exasperated groan as he finished his sentence.

Tfa Bumblebee and Prowl, not understanding what Tfp Bee said, took it as a confirmation to proceed and prepared to guide Tfp Bee to their base. Prowl gestured for both Bumblebee's to follow him.

Tfp Bee, decided to play it cool for now, he could not afford to panic or draw too much attention to himself, at least until he sees the rest of the team, and judges the best course of action based on their reactions. As they made their way back to their base tfp Bumblebee observed their interactions and listened closely, noting the stark differences between himself and this version- a younger, more carefree, and, seemingly, more childlike counterpart. There was also a pang of jealousy that tfa Bee still has his voice, but he doesn't dwell on it, pushing that thought aside to focus on the task at hand.

[inkblackorchid]

Found some energy again and now I feel a burning need to go back and talk about the Jack/Carly dark signer duel because, in all honesty, I think this may be the best of the dark signer duels, full stop. At the very least, it easily makes the top three in terms of stakes, character dynamics, and sheer drama. But what I really feel the need to talk about is what this duel does for Jack's character because I feel like there's a lot to unpack here. Long post ahead.

So, first off, I freely admit that I dunk a lot on Jack, and I can't help but feel like that's partially the point of his character during the early parts of the show. He's a standoffish, overly proud guy who comes across as kind of a dick, he betrayed Yusei and stole from him, and both our protagonist and we as the audience are being given every reason to not hate him, precisely, but to at the very least want to see him go down. His ego is so massively bloated and the way he constantly goes on about thinking he's a better duellist than Yusei makes you root for his downfall at the Fortune Cup. Considering he's the rival character, I think this is all perfect. I eagerly anticipate Jack getting his butt handed back to him on a silver platter every time, and it works great.

That said, this characterisation would get a little stale if they'd tried to run with it the whole show, I think, which is why I'm glad they didn't. However, that doesn't mean I don't have my gripes with where they went with Jack. This is obviously my personal opinion and no one's pressured to agree with me, and I speak from a standpoint of nothing but love for this show because I just adore it with all its quirks, crazy bits, and, occasionally, dropped plot threads. The only reason I even feel such an urge to post about this in the first place is because I love this show to pieces, which is why I like to turn the bits that didn't work for me over in my mind, allowing me to imagine where things could have gone instead. Jack is, for the most part, a good character who has a good spot in the narrative, but I do feel that he looses a few things from the third season onward that previously made him extra compelling in the first and second season. But I'm not here to talk about season three and cyborg shenanigans just yet.

Instead, let's talk about the dark signers arc. Because this arc gives us such an interesting perspective on Jack. He starts the whole season out by suffering his greatest defeat at the hands of Yusei, in public, before a crowd that was as good as convinced he'd win—as convinced as he himself was. And it's an intriguing spot for him because he's been standing on this pedestal the entire time, and then Yusei just comes in and knocks it right out from under his feet. Jack may not be an overly emotional character, but he is, indubitably, at his lowest point after he loses in the Fortune Cup.

Enter Carly, who couldn't be much more different from Jack if she actively tried. (Although they do share some very interesting core aspects.) She provides us with an immediate, stark contrast to Jack that shines a light on both their most prominent character traits by letting them bounce off one another. Jack's stoic and cold, Carly's bubbly and energetic. Jack's proud and self-assured, Carly's a bit awkward and stumbles occasionally. However, both of them are driven and stubborn. They both want to prove themselves, you could even argue that they share the same goal: Make more of their lives. Except, Jack technically achieved that goal and now plummeted back down, whereas Carly's still chasing it.

What interests me even more, though, is how Jack acts around Carly, because I think if you showed someone only Fortune Cup Jack and then told this person that the same character would later fall in love with an awkward reporter girl who's constantly on the brink of getting fired and uses her deck mainly for fortune-telling, they would not be very inclined to believe you. Sure, he's still standoffish and proud, but the fact alone that he immediately tolerates Carly's presence, to the point of duelling together with her without much issue? Fortune Cup Jack would never.

Carly has such a profound impact on Jack as a person, it's extremely compelling to watch every time. At this low point where he is after Yusei defeats him, she catches him and gives him a new perspective that allows him to finally see himself as something other than King of turbo duels, and not only that, she also softly takes him down a peg and gets him to see that his belief that every person has to stand for themselves, that bonds to other people are useless and only a hindrance, was wrong, that no man is an island. I really wanna highlight this because in a show where this exact message is the main philosophy of Yusei, the protagonist, one might have expected him to teach Jack that. But he doesn't. Carly does. Jack even confirms as much himself.

And what makes this hit even harder is that he doesn't simply tell this to Carly herself, he reaffirms it in the duel against Goodwin, too, knowing well that the man himself, Yusei, and Crow can hear. I have to put this exchange here because it drives me insane:

The thing is, if this were Fortune Cup Jack, Goodwin would be right on the money here. But no-longer-King Jack? Post-Carly Jack?

(Can I also say that my brain starts short-circuiting every time I hear Jack literally confirm, with his own damned words, that he loved Carly? Because he did!!! That's canon!!!!!)

People (and those people absolutely include me) often talk about how much of a disservice cutting her out of the story later did to Carly, but you know what? As far as I'm concerned, it also did a disservice to Jack. Here, at the end of the DS arc, we have Jack with a nice bit of character development, with a lesson learned, setting out for a new path in life. And then what do they do for the pre-WRGP and WRGP arc? Basically reset his arc two thirds of the way and pretend he has to learn this exact thing again. Sure, he lives together with Yusei and Crow later, meaning he at least tolerates the whole "bonds" thing, but in comparison to the Jack up here, it feels a bit... off. Not to speak of the later episodes where they act like Jack has to relearn how to do teamwork from scratch for the WRGP, even though he is shown right in this final dark signer duel, playing perfectly on the same wavelength with his foster brothers. (Though the fake Jack episode is still good on its own, don't get me wrong; it's just questionable whether they really needed to make Jack learn the same lesson twice instead of giving him a different focus later.) Not to speak of the fact that turning Carly into a glorified cardboard cutout later essentially cuts him off from any further, interesting interactions with her that could dig into the deeper aspects of the character. Because whether you ship these two or not, I don't think anyone can deny that Carly shone a light on Jack's character that no other person in canon managed to. So I will forever lament how Carly was axed post DS arc, but honestly, Jack also suffered from the sudden change in Carly's writing.

I like to imagine all the scenarios we could have gotten if they'd decided to follow through with this character development for Jack, or, hell, if they'd simply decided to properly work through everything that happened between Carly and Jack. We could have gotten Jack really coming to terms with what it means to tread the new path he chose for himself. We could have gotten him maybe not apologise (I don't think he's the kind of guy to apologise, lmao), but at the very least talk to Yusei and maybe Crow about his betrayal. And I mean, Kiryu got to remember being a dark signer later, so why didn't Carly? There was so much untapped potential for dear, sweet Carly coming to terms with her violent actions while being guided by Aslla Piscu there, and Jack could have been central to that, in a sort of returning-the-favour way. Or, if they had to push him back almost to square one, they could have made that a plot point. Have Carly remark on his strange demeanour. Have them bounce off each other again, figuring out where they stand with each other and with themselves.

It just feels like there was a lot of character writing there that could have been great but was never even considered. And in the end, this hinders both Jack's and Carly's journey.

As far as their previous dynamic and dark signer duel is concerned, though? That is Jack at his absolute best for me.