#yes I’m watching Game of Thrones for the first time

[tenebrous-academic]

All I want is to throw Joffrey in a room with Ramsay for a few hours and see what happens 👀

[unintentionalgenius]

Tyrion Lannister character of all time

[nereidprinc3ss]

come on home

in which the only person who can comfort you after your breakup with spencer reid, is spencer reid

inspired by the song "summer's end" by the artist currently known as phoebe bridgers

wc 2857

warnings: gn!reader (correct me if im wrong), minor mommy issues, angst, happy ending

a/n: thank you to the person who requested this:) u r an angel and I listened to this song the whole time i wrote (if you haven't heard, listen!!) i sincerely hope you enjoy, i like this one a lot<3

She hung up on you. 

Forty-seven minutes of being insulted and berated after you’d called her looking for comfort, and you put up with every single cruel word—just for your mother to hang up on you. And it’s exactly the kind of thing she’d do, so you shouldn’t be surprised. An ache, you’d expect—but it shouldn’t sting like this. You thought you knew better. 

Now you’re in a ball on your couch, clutching your phone to your chest and crying. There’s no point hiding it. Your roommate is out with her girlfriend for the evening—which is too bad because even though you feel like being alone, you’re sure that’s the wrong call. Your other friends are out having fun tonight, too. They’d even invited you, but you turned them down. Look where that had gotten you. Obviously, your mother is not the person you’re about to run to for comfort, either. 

You try to pretend, while you’re thinking of all these people who have ever cared for you, that Spencer Reid isn’t on your mind at all. You try to pretend like you don’t care that the person who loved you until you believed you actually deserved it is a contact going stale deep in the bowels of your text cache. With bleary eyes you scroll down, looking for your conversation where it gathers dust—the end of your relationship was a mutual decision, and you’re friendly, but you haven’t texted in a few weeks. Probably because every time the conversation starts to feel a little too easy, or the phone call lasts a little too long, that aching void in your chest gets worse and worse. Like pain in a phantom limb, you become acutely aware of what you do not have and how much it hurts.  

So blame it on the tears, or the mind-muddling melodrama of your relationship with your mother, blame it on anything but the truth—when your thumb drops on that call button like the plunger on a syringe, you don’t regret it.  

What you’re not expecting is for him to answer after the first ring. 

“Hi,” you say with a snuffle before Spencer can get a word in. There’s a brief interlude, in which you pick at your nails, comfortable to just sit in silence if that’s what he wants. As long as he’s there. 

“Hi.” Hearing his voice instantly melts a bit of the weight you hadn’t realized you were carrying. Another pause, for which you remain silent, because you can feel him formulating a question—and you’d like to hear him speak again. “...am I allowed to ask if you’re okay?” 

Your lips purse and twist to the side, pained and comforted by how easily he can tell that you’re distraught. One word across a tinny connection, and he knows. 

“No. Yes. I mean... I guess that’s why I called you. But you don’t have to ask me about it.” You sniff again and take a deep breath. “How was your day? What state are you in?” 

“I’m in the district,” he answers after a moment, easing into a casualness that he likely doesn’t feel for your sake. Wind crunches through the speaker. He probably just got out of work. “My day was... it was good. I got to talk about my job to a bunch of elementary schoolers, which is always a confidence boost.” 

You chuckle, still laying on your side on the couch and watching storm clouds gathering outside. 

“Nice, nice. What else?” 

“Let’s see... I forgot lunch, so I had three oranges, and they were actually pretty good. I reread Game of Thrones—I don’t know why I did that. I’m never going to like that book.” 

“Masochist,” you smile. He laughs, and you hear the sound of a car door opening. 

“Oh! I talked to my mom. Believe it or not, she says hi.” 

A completely inadvertent snort constitutes your response. It’s not what you meant to do, and out of context it’s sort of mean, but you actually think it’s incredibly endearing that he still talks to his mother about you. He scrambles to explain himself. 

“I swear, we barely talked about you this time. Mostly we talked about her new boyfriend Leonard.” 

“No, no, that’s not... I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you or your mom. That’s really sweet, actually. Tell her I say hi too.” 

When he next speaks, you can hear the smile in his voice. 

“I will.” Another long pause. You imagine him sitting in the parking lot at Quantico, keys vertical in the ignition of his old car and feeling the silence just as much as you are. He surprises you by not ending the conversation—instead he asks a question. It is concern, poorly disguised with nervous humor. Or maybe you just know him too well. “Do I get to find out what’s on your mind, or are you leaving me in suspense here?”  

You bite the inside of your cheek. 

“Um... well, actually, I just got off the phone with my mom, too. It didn’t go so well,” you laugh halfheartedly, “I know it was dumb to try and have an actual conversation with her, but... you know me. Always following blind optimism to the depths of hell.” 

“Why’d you call your mom?” he asks, so gently it brings a fresh round of tears to your eyes. Still, you attempt to put a cheerful affect on your strained voice. 

“Mm, you know. Just needed someone to talk to.” 

Spencer’s knowing sigh does little to make you feel better. 

“You know you can always talk to me, right? I know it’s... it’s different now, but... I care about you a lot. And, you know, I receive very few phone calls, so the line is pretty much always open.” 

Your laugh quickly devolves into a cry. 

“I appreciate that, but I can’t talk to you about everything.” 

“Why not?” he pleads immediately, voice thin and desperate like it’s his most burning question. A million lies dance over the tip of your tongue. A million things that feel safer to say than the truth. But in the end, it comes out anyway—choked, and so quiet, but aloud nonetheless. 

“Because I’m trying really hard to stop missing you so much.” 

Another long beat of silence. The back of your throat feels dry and hollow—a cage for your hummingbird heart. 

“If it hurts too much to talk to me, you don’t need to do that to yourself. But I also don’t want you to hurt yourself thinking you’re alone. You are... so important to me. I will always try to take care of you the best I can—whether that means staying away or being at your front door. If you ever need me, or even... vaguely want me, I will be there.” 

Each word caves your resolve. Each syllable is a slap in the face to progress you’d been pretending to make. You can be strong—you've proven that over the past ten weeks. You can be stone-faced and slash at your heart until the scar tissue is thick and jagged, and eventually it won’t hurt anymore. But maybe, by letting someone tend to the wounds, they’ll heal a little nicer. A little kinder. Even if you can’t undo the damage, maybe one day you’ll be soft again. 

“What if I vaguely want you right now?” you sniffle. 

Finally, you hear the silver jingle of keys turning. The sputter and rumble of an old engine coming to life. 

“Then I’m on my way.” 

Twenty four minutes later, there’s a soft knock at your door.  

After the call had ended, you’d wondered if you made it all up. Surely your ex-boyfriend wasn’t actually about to show up at your apartment. Someone you’ve grieved for can’t just come back—there are countless horror novels and movies based upon that very tenet. Does it matter if they ever actually died? How long is ten weeks, really? It feels like a lifetime. 

You shuffle across the room, wiping under your eyes with your already damp sleeves, and undoing all the locks Spencer had conditioned you to start using. When the door cracks open, and you see Spencer standing there, windswept and concerned, for the first time in months, it hits you like a tidal wave. You are, beyond a shadow of a doubt, still just as in love with him as you ever were. The relief that floods your veins as he looks down at you with so much care in his eyes is like sinking into warm water. It’s a dead giveaway, and maybe it makes this whole thing a terrible idea, but you can’t seem to care very much. You open the door wider, and he enters, and he stands in your kitchen with his hands in his coat pocket as you shut the door and he’s perfect. It dawns on you that for the first time since the breakup, you feel safe. Like you don’t have to be a stone pillar anymore. This, of course, translates into even more tears, which you try to hide as you face away, re-locking the door.  

“Sweetheart...” he sighs, because you can’t hide anything from him. Hearing the resonance of his voice so close to you once more is overwhelming. In an instant you’re rushing into his arms, and he accepts you without hesitation. You bury your teary face in the vetiver safety of his button-up and slip your arms under his coat, as if you could absorb his warmth and forever hide from the world that way. He pulls you even closer. It’s terrible and cruel how much he is exactly what you needed. “What’s wrong? What did she say?” 

You shake your head and gasp a small sob. 

Truthfully, you’re not really crying about the petty insults from your mother anymore. You’re back to square one, the reason you’d called your mother to begin with—you miss the man whose arms are currently wound around your shoulders. 

His hand smooths over the back of your hair. 

“Okay. That’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it.” 

You stay like that—content even as you cry because being with him feels so much safer than being alone. It feels right—or perhaps it’s just familiar. You don’t know which is worse.  

Spencer is rubbing soothing lines up and down your back as you cling to him, soaking him up in all his ephemeral, comforting glory. He surprises you by chuckling—it vibrates through his chest, buzzing against your ear. 

“Nice Magritte print. I bet the person who bought that has fantastic taste.” 

“Are you gonna ask for it back?” you mumble into the fabric of his suit jacket. He is, of course, referring to the painting you’d more or less stolen from his apartment seven months ago. You really don’t want him to take it home. It’s the most overt Spencer memorabilia you’d allowed yourself to keep in plain sight. 

“No, baby. You can keep it.” The words are low, and kind, and they settle you some, but you can’t seem to get him close enough. “What can I do?” he whispers after a moment, helpless as you take a shuddering breath. “Can I make you tea? Have you eaten?” 

“Will you just... stay for a little bit? I’ll—I promise I’ll stop crying.” 

There is an unexpected lull where you thought you’d receive pretty immediate agreement, but before you can pull back and ask what’s wrong, he murmurs, “yeah. I can stay for a while. But you have to kick me out before it gets too late.” 

You wonder if you’re imagining the double-entendre that seems to underline his words in bold red ink. Spencer is too smart to have not noticed a thing like that. You don’t mention it—it all boils down to the same unspoken idea. 

Don’t let me stay, because I might not leave. 

“I will,” you sniff, finally stepping back and wiping your own tears. It hurts to lose his touch, but at least you know he’s not going anywhere for the next few hours. This, as opposed to everything else lately, can be a beginning instead of an end.  

At least, until he goes home. 

Three and a half hours later, after tea, an impromptu dinner comprised mostly of cheese and crackers, and several vinyl changes on your record player (which served only as background noise for your long, ambling conversations), things are seeming to wind down to a natural stopping point. Which you hate. The whole time you’d had a dull ache in your chest because talking to him was easier than breathing and you knew it wouldn’t last. There had been one or two false bottoms already—the first when you’d yawned around nine, and the second when you’d gotten up to do your skincare and brush your teeth half an hour later. Even then he’d just leaned against the doorframe, watching your reflection above the sink as you talked for fifteen more minutes. Now you stand across from each other in the kitchen, plates restacked and everything in order. Of course he’d insisted on helping you clean up. 

“I should go,” he says, with a soft sort of finality in his voice.  

“Is your carriage turning into a pumpkin?” you tease gently, to hide how much you don’t want him to leave. He smiles—a small, weary thing—but genuinely and endlessly charmed by you. 

“That among other things.” 

“Would you—would you walk me to my room first?” 

The hesitance is clear in his eyes and the way his lips part as if to say, ‘I don’t think that’s a good idea’, but you're sure he’s really going to leave in a moment and you’re also sure he won’t deny you this one small thing before he does. 

“Okay.” 

It’s a short, silent walk through the living room and down the hall to your bedroom door, but you can feel him trailing behind you the whole way. You stop in front of your open door, turning face to face with him.  

“Thanks,” you murmur.  

His lips pull into a melancholy smile. 

“Anytime.” 

There’s nothing left to do but wrap your arms around each other once more, tuck yourself into the you-sized space between his head and shoulder and hold on for as long as he’ll let you. The hug lingers for longer than is wise. Spencer adjusts his arms looped around your waist, pulling you closer, and you nuzzle against his neck, grateful that at least he seems as reluctant to let this end as you are.  

But eventually, it relaxes. Your hold on each other loosens. His face is just inches from yours, and you get to study every plane and valley and line like you’d thought you never would again. It seems he’s doing the same—losing himself in the luxury of seeing you up close. 

“Will you kiss me goodnight?” you whisper, unable to muster any self-consciousness though you know it’s a fool’s errand. Spencer strokes your waist. 

“I can’t do that, honey.” 

“Why not?” 

His voice is just as quiet as yours. It falters slightly as he speaks, so gently, so patiently. 

“Because we’re not together anymore.” 

“Why not?” 

Your feeble, desperate supplication sounds pitiable even to you. You’re not proud, but you can’t find it in yourself to be ashamed, either. All you want is an answer. But it’s like a child asking why the sky is blue, or the earth is round. There is a definitive explanation, but mostly, the adult will shrug, and say, that’s just how it is. 

Spencer’s eyes squeeze shut. His head tilts down. 

“We can’t do this again, sweetheart. You know why we’re not together.” 

In theory—yes. You’d had so many conversations when you’d broken up. It had been a long, painful process, spanning multiple all-nighters at his kitchen table, nursing coffee and trying to convince each other and yourselves that it was the right choice. But it just feels like a horrible, horrible mistake. You feel desperate to explain this to him before he slips away again—the words come out flustered, inelegant as you cling to him.

“But I don’t think I’m getting better without you. I tried, I tried so hard to be good on my own, but everything is worse and harder and—and we weren’t sure about it then, and I don’t think it was the right choice, because I still really need you. Like, all the time. I’m—it’s not getting better without you. Nothing got better.” 

He swallows, eyes darting between yours for an infinite second. You’re breathless and your heart is pounding after your confession—you can feel your eyes stinging with the few tears that managed to escape as you spoke. 

“Everything is worse,” he agrees shakily. “Everything. I’m—I’m getting disciplinary infractions from Hotch like I’m a child because I can’t focus on anything. Game of Thrones is the most complex literature I can comprehend right now. I had to use a calculator the other day.” 

You want to laugh, but nothing is funny until he’s yours again. 

“Then come back. Please come back, Spencer.” 

Finally, he leans closer, until your heads are pressed together, and his nose bumps yours, feather light. You're dizzy. You exhale. He inhales. 

“I don’t think I knew how to leave in the first place.” 

When he kisses you, it feels like home. 

[lwwife]

Hi!!! Request for Leah (smut), something based on the first time Leah can use the strap properly again after her ACL and she goes to town on reader with it after not being able to do that for so long. They’re still completely switch tho, so some bottom!Leah too.

I've missed having you like this

Smut: Leah and Reader!Switch, strap on, fluff

Word count: 1,870

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Leah’s pov:

Y/n and I’s sex life since doing my ACL has been uneventful, to say the least. Y/n has been able to go down on me, but I’ve still had to keep cautious of the way I move my legs. I haven’t been able to touch Y/n properly in a long time. We found a compromise for her to sit on my face, but it rarely happens. I’ve finally hit my 9-month mark since surgery and am back playing almost full games. I have an appointment later this afternoon with the surgeon which should be one of my last. Y/n is going to tag along as she has for all of them. She wants to make sure she knows how to look after me perfectly and I recover well.

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“Okay Leah, your scans show an almost perfect recovery, you’ve done incredibly well in rehab and I’m going to clear you for a full 90 minutes.” I grin excitedly and Y/n squeezes my hand.

“Congratulations baby!” she turns to me, “I’m so proud of you.”, I look at her lovingly.

“Yes, you’ve done very well Leah you should be very proud of yourself.” The doctor smiles and nods.

“Excuse me, I just need to pop to the loo” Y/n stands up and kisses my head on the way out. Once the door closes, I turn back to the doctor nervously.

“Is something wrong Leah?”

“No sir it’s just I um I’m not really sure how to ask this” I look down.

“Leah I’ve heard some wild things in my years, please go ahead” He smiles softly.

“Okay well, I um I was just kind of wondering if um I would be able to you know” I raise my eyebrows and he laughs.

“Have sex?”

“Yeah, yes um that” He laughs again.

“Yes, you can, you’re practically cleared for any form of physical activity, except I wouldn’t recommend getting back to your gym time backflips just yet” he grins, and I have to laugh.

“Thank you, sir,”.

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Y/n’s pov:

“Darling! Dinner’s nearly ready” I call out to Leah, who’s God knows where doing God knows what. I haven’t seen her since we came home from the doctor, she disappeared upstairs almost immediately. “Leah! babe! Come on I’m serving it up” I shout again.

“Coming bub!” she shouts from the stairs. I turn around to place the food on the table when Leah comes around the corner, hair freshly washed, skin looking clean, and I can smell her perfume from here.

“Nice scrub?” I laugh at her.

“Shush you” She comes over to me and kisses me on the cheek before sitting down. “This looks lovely baby thank you for cooking”.

“You mean like I do every night?” I raise a brow and Leah rolls her eyes and giggles.

“Mmmh” Leah almost moans, “This is delicious y/n” She runs her foot up my bare calf. I raise my eyebrows and almost choke on my wine. She just continues to eat, ignoring my hard stare.

As I’m washing up the dishes Leah comes up behind me wrapping her arms around my waist, slowly leaving kisses along my neck and up to my ear. “What’s gotten into you tonight?” I question her.

“Am I not allowed to touch my beautiful girlfriend?” She takes her hands off me and brings them to her chest, acting offended. I simply roll my eyes and giggle as she walks off to the couch.

I’m lying in Leah’s arms, in between her legs, back against her chest watching our current obsession, Game of Thrones, when Leah begins to run her hand up my thigh. I look up at her, but she continues to look forward, raising her hand higher and higher. “Leah” I whisper.

“What?” she smiles,

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing, what are you doing?”, I cock an eyebrow at her childish response. “Ugh! You can’t take a hint can you?” She whines.

“What are you talking about baby?” I frown.

“I want to fuck you, babe! We haven’t had sex in ages, I’ve been trying to tease you all night! I just had the longest shower of my life, shaving every possible inch of me!”

“Leah, darling, I know I want to too, but you’re still recovering I don’t want to ruin your rehab baby.” I frown at her again, stroking my thumb over her cheek.

“The Doctor said it’s fine” she mumbles.

“What?”

“The Doctor! He said it was fine to have sex” She looks down, “I asked him” She keeps her head low but looks up at me with a pout and a small smile.

“You naughty girl” I whisper.

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“Oh yes fuck! “, Leah moans and cums loudly as I suck hard on her clit. “Come here” she orders me, and kisses me hard, tongue diving straight into my mouth. “I want to make you feel good” she groans. “Stay here, I’ll be right back”. I smile, excited. Leah returns a minute later with our favourite strap attached to her.

“Oh shit” I mumble as I feel myself instantly drip.

“Turn around” She orders me, and I turn to get an all fours, just how I know she likes it. She moves me so I'm resting on my forearms instead of my hands, and my face is down into the pillow. She smacks my ass hard and I wince but moan at the feeling. “God I can’t wait to fuck you like this” she growls, spreading me open by the cheeks, moving forward a little more. She smacks my ass again and runs the strap over my clit and down, so it’s completely coated in my wetness. “Do you want me to fuck you baby?” she leans down to my ear, her front against my back.

“Yes please, I want you so bad baby please fuck me”, Leah smacks my ass one more time before she slowly thrusts the strap inside me. I moan loudly, instantly feeling the pleasure I’ve so badly craved. “Fuck! Yes, keep going” I pant, my entire body tingling. Leah's thrusts start to speed up and become more forceful.

“Yeah? You like that baby?” She growls into my ear.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck yes! Oh, you fuck me so good” I moan. Leah moves back so she’s no longer against my back and grabs at my hips roughly. She begins to slam into me, harder and harder. I moan so loud I begin to feel sorry for our neighbours. I scream and scream and scream while Leah continues to groan and tell me what a good girl I’m being. After one last hard thrust, I cum all over the strap and begin to drip down my thighs. I wince and groan at the feeling of Leah removing the strap from me.

“Shhhh it’s okay baby, I know” She hushes and turns me over so I’m on my back. She kisses my head softly and lays down next to me. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed that; I’ve been dying to fuck you like that for months.”

“Yeah, well you better not ever stop,” I whisper. “Take it off” I look down at the strap. Leah looks at me confused, as if she was waiting to go another round on me. “I’ll let you go again later you addict, let me have a turn”, I move closer to her and begin to undo the harness. I strip her of the strap and put it on myself. Leah lays, patiently, a small smile visible on her face, waiting for me to climb on top of her. I sit up and rest my back against the headboard. “Come sit” I demand. Leah almost jumps at the chance. Moving over she places herself onto my stomach, subtly grinding, her wetness coating my abdomen. I move my hands to run over her breast, we aren’t quite at eye level so she’s looking down at me, however, we both know I have all the power at this moment. I squeeze her breasts and she throws her head back. I pinch her nipples then move forward to kiss her chest. Her hands immediately find their way to my hair, pushing me in further. I lick and suck all over her chest, biting and pulling softly at her nipples. Leah’s grinding starts to get quicker, so I stop.

“Ride it,” I say simply. Leah doesn’t hesitate to move back, hovering herself over the strap, which is still wet from me. “Now sit,” I tell her. Leah slowly sits onto the strap, her mouth instantly opening, angelic noises escaping. Once she fills herself with the whole thing I grab onto her hips and begin to guide her up and down. As she moves faster her moans get louder, and her breasts jump in front of me. “Fuck you’re so good, taking it all for me” I growl at her.

“God, you feel so good, baby. Fuck!” She screams out and her motions quicken. She grabs onto my shoulder, scratching into my skin, “I’m going to cum, oh fuck!” She continues to scream, louder and louder until she finally collapses. Her body is exhausted and almost limp so I turn us over so she’s lying down, and I can pull out. She whines at the loss of contact and pants heavily. I remove the strap and quickly go to the bathroom, wash it and put it away. I return to Leah awaiting me, smiling. “I forgot how good it is when you fuck me” she grins.

“I won’t ever let you forget again” I whisper as we lean in for a sweet kiss. Hands wondering, eager for another round.

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A/n: Hope this was okay and everyone enjoyed it! Feedback is welcome in my comments, messages, or asks! 😊

[seravphs]

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — KNIGHT! GOJO x PRINCESS! FEM READER 

There are some forces greater than kings. Princesses do not happen to be one of them. What you desire will be your downfall. 

wc — 5.7k

tags — royal au, mutual pining, forbidden love, childhood friends, retainer/royal dynamic, court intrigue, ballroom scene, protective Gojo, once again breaking etiquette for each other, complicated relationship (with your father), title from Upstream by Mary Oliver

part 2 of the hand which holds the knife 

There’s a language you spoke as a child that you can’t seem to access anymore. 

The only other person who remembers what it was is on the other side of this hall. 

A hand on the pommel of his sword to ask are you okay? A flower tucked behind your ear to represent get me out of here. A shared look that meant I’m bored out of my mind right now. 

That’s all you can remember. Like fairies and sorcerers, it’s a relic that’s faded into the distant memories of your childhood. All the magic has drained out of your life, and you’re left with this-

Gojo, looking regal and beautiful in his new armor, standing on one side of this massive hall built for receiving audiences. 

You, as stiff and proper as a princess should be, standing on the other. 

Even when you know you won’t be seen, the training you received as a child never quite leaves the set of your shoulders. You’re hiding from the court in a secret space above the hall. It’s less of a room and more of a balcony, disguised by masterful craftsmanship and perfectly placed decorations. 

A long time ago, one of the sons of the Kamo clan had been a renowned architect. He had designed the windows in the Great Hall to reflect in such a way that even anyone who did know where to look would be confused by a trick of the light. In order to preserve the secret of this concealed viewing area, the king then promptly had him killed for his efforts. 

Now only the royal family knows of it. 

Somehow Gojo’s eyes still seem to pierce into yours, although you know that it’s impossible. Even knowing that he’s most likely just staring into space due to boredom, you can’t shake the feeling that he’s watching you.

After all, you’ve never been able to hide from him. Every single game of hide and seek that you played when you were children was only won because he let you. Even now, it feels like he’s watching you, camouflage or not. 

If you still remembered your secret language, you might’ve been able to check. Scratch your cheek once for yes or rub at your ear for no. Truthfully, you hadn’t expected Gojo to respond to your mental summons, but there’s still an ache in your heart when he doesn’t react. It’s a fact of life for even that which you held most dear to erode with time, but it’s still difficult to forget the memory of how fantastical the world had been as a child. 

Even now, there’s a painful longing in you for those days. When you still had cherubic cheeks and Gojo had missing teeth, the two of you had been inseparable. No matter where you went throughout the palace, you did so holding hands. The son of the Hand of the King and the daughter of the King, innocent playmates. Your father had loved it until it stopped being cute and started being improper. 

Now, like everything else the two of you had shared, the language that had once been just for the two of you is lost to time. 

From your vantage point on the balcony, you see a guard mount the throne’s dais to whisper into your father’s ear. A minute wrinkle forms between his brows. Seeing this, you gather your skirts to prepare for the long hike down the stairs. It’s the only way to get down from this balcony. 

Things change. It’s time you accepted that. 

You’re a little late to your father’s summons due to your delay in the secret balcony, but he’s nothing if not forgiving, at least to you. The first signs of thunderclouds gathering over his face break the instant you climb up the steps to the throne, dipping your head to kiss him on either cheek. 

“Father.” 

It’s a word that conveys so much in so little. He’s at once the king that you pay absolute respect to and the father that indulges you in almost everything. He receives your greeting warmly, not even chiding you for being late. 

In a place of honor by his side, Gojo’s eyes dart to you. There’s an easy smile on his lips. “Princess,” he murmurs under his breath. 

The king gives him a cross look. It’s an unspoken rule for the kingsguard to be seen and not heard, but as Gojo had learned through his childhood, there were few rules that applied to him, and fewer still that he couldn’t bend in some way. You don’t acknowledge him, but for him, just seeing you was enough. He melts back into being a statue once more, a beautiful if threatening decoration. 

Below the podium, people shush themselves the minute they notice that your father has an announcement to make. 

They know it must be important if he’s gathered all of them. Even a few commoners have been let into the throne room, albeit separated from the nobles with guards and other barriers. The news will inevitably spread like wildfire. 

The princess is getting married. 

Things change. You’re trying to accept that. 

Your father isn’t so cruel as to throw you to the wolves immediately. The announcement is more for the sake of preparation. This is the beginning of your introduction to potential suitors. Historically, not every princess goes through such a formal affair. Your own parents, for example, had always known they were going to marry each other. A match between the richest house and the prince when the children were so close in age was easy. 

You’re not so lucky. Since you were young, Gojo has spoiled you with too much attention for you to care about anyone else. Now you have no other convenient childhood friends to turn to. 

Your father will want it to be a massive celebration. His only daughter, the blood of his blood, deserves music and dancing. Already, you can hear the faint sounds of the most talented opera singer in the kingdom warming up in the ballroom adjacent to the Great Hall. Some of those closest to the doors have already begun streaming towards the jubilant sounds. 

That’s a relief. 

It takes a little pressure off of you as you begin to make your way back down the steps. Logically, you understand why the throne is raised on a dais. In the moment, however, your heart is pounding as you begin your descent. The entire nation has been watching you since you were just a child, but a proclamation of marriage has raised the stakes. 

You only exist for other people to envy. They scheme and fight for the rights that you’ve been endowed with since birth. You might at least make it worth their while. Piece by piece, you collect the fragments of what a princess who’s deserving of the jewels dripping from her neck and hair might look like. Hands that don’t tremble. A sweet smile. Perfect posture. You weave these disjointed wisps into the correct facade and slip it over yourself. 

Royalty is all about showmanship. Like the balcony, hidden by a clever trick of light, everything is a feint of hand. You’re not any different from anyone standing below you in the crowd. You were just lucky enough to be born to the right parents at the right time. 

You’re so focused on your appearance you barely register the sound of metal clinking. Before you, an armored hand stretches out. 

It’s Gojo. He’s left the king’s side to come stand beside you. When you peek at him out of the corner of your eye, you see that his face is solemn, which it rarely is. Is the crowd whispering already, or is that just you? 

It’s honorable, if you think about it. A member of the kingsguard, coming to escort the king’s daughter down the steps? It’s the very height of chivalry. But you know Gojo, and it’s anything but. His face is stoic, but his gaze is searing. How does he manage to get under your skin when such dense layers of fabric and armor separate the two of you? 

Placing your hand on his gauntlet feels strangely intimate, even with thousands watching you. He doesn’t make a sound as you lean your weight against him. You suppose it’s nothing to him. No burden is too heavy for the mighty Gojo Satoru. 

Your hand laid delicately atop his silver arm, he guides you back to the ground. It’s much easier when he’s by your side. Gojo is already part of the image of the princess that the people want. He looks good by your side, you know. A silver knight to match your charming court lady. 

The milling bodies make a path for you even as they move towards the ballroom. No one dares to get too close, but they all want to watch you, even though you know they’ve been watching for years. It’s a bit sorrowful for you to know that in the end, everything you’ve presented for them is a lie. You’re not half as special as you pretend to be, and what is genuinely royal about you has been trained. In any other life, your positions could be reversed. 

But a princess has her duties. You make no sign of this as you press forward, only looking back once to see that Gojo hasn’t returned to the king. Another one of his kingsguard brothers, much older than he is, has replaced him. It’s nice to see that your father still cares for Gojo in his way.

It’s good that he won’t be bound to his duty all the time. You had hoped he would be able to enjoy the ball. Gojo does like his revelries.  

As for you, you only like them in good company. 

It’s such a pity then that Zenin Naoya is the first person who dares to approach you. 

He’s as sly as a fox as he asks for a dance you can’t refuse. House Zenin and your father aren’t on good terms, but that’s all the more reason Naoya circles you. Now there’s an easy way to mollify a crowd - a marriage alliance. You know he’s been pressing, as has Lord Zenin. 

You’re not so easy to convince. Naoya has unsettling rumors surrounding him, and you’re loath to experience them for yourself. 

Still, one dance in the public eye can’t hurt. 

Like any son of a high born house, he’s a good dancer. His hand is solid against your upper back, the other leading you as you spin around the room. 

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time,” he tells you. 

“Forwardness is unbecoming in a man,” you say with a smile, as if he’s telling you the sweetest nothings. “What would my father say?” 

“Don’t play coy, princess. We both know how this ends.” 

Your father wouldn’t marry you to a man like Naoya if it brought world peace, regardless of how badly his family wanted a tie to the throne. There’s too many whispers about how he treats his servant girls and even cousins. Your father loves you. He wouldn’t put you through a marriage where your title could only protect you for so long. 

“Please excuse me,” you say as soon as the song ends. “I find myself rather dizzy.” 

Naoya tries to stop you, but another noble steps forward as he grabs your wrist. You don’t recognize him, but the motif of flowers on his clothes suggest he’s of House Geto. 

“You shouldn’t harass women like that, Naoya,” he chides. “A man has to treat a lady with respect.” 

Naoya’s eyes flash, but your mysterious savior is sweeping you away already. His hands hover above your dress, never actually touching, as he guides you in the opposite direction. 

“Thank you, Sir…?” You let him fill in the silence for you. 

“Getou,” he says. “I’m Gojo’s sworn brother.” 

This is the man you’ve heard so much about, his partner in the guard. Their names are often brought up in conjunction. He’s as pretty as you expected of the man nicknamed the Flower Knight. 

“Where are you taking me?” You ask, satisfied now that you know he’s friends with Gojo. 

“This is a rescue mission,” he says half-jokingly. “Isn’t anywhere but Naoya is fine? Now look impressed with me, please - I can’t have any potential wives thinking the princess finds me a poor dancer.” 

It’s not difficult. Getou is, after all, a trained court noble, and the sons of House Getou are usually adept at the arts. You wonder what happened to make him choose knighthood instead when he says, “Heads up, my lady. Someone’s watching you.” 

To your right, Gojo is swaying with a beautiful woman in his arms. It only takes you a second to place her, so infamous is her notoriety. Yuki of House Tsukumo, also known as the Lady Knight, is second only to Gojo in her blatant disrespect for everything the elders held dear. 

They make a striking couple. Everywhere they go, heads turn to watch them pass. Her gold to his silver, her lion to his dragon - it would be a powerful match. They would be perfect for each other, if only because no one would be able to challenge the other like they could. 

Their bodies are sensual. Excellent dancers each, together they become an instrument for the music to shine through. They’re magnetic, drawing every eye in the room to watch them. 

All but one. 

Everyone else may be entranced by the pair of them, but Gojo’s eyes are on you. Scandalously, one hand slips just so, landing on Yuki’s lower back rather than an appropriate place just between her shoulder bones. For some reason, heat gathers in the same place on your body, as if you’re the one he’s touching instead. 

It must be because he’s looking at you with such fervor. Your cheeks heat with his attention. His eyes are half-lidded, as liquid as a cat. Every move is sinuous as if he’s on the prowl. There’s something impossibly obscene about his gaze. It creeps slowly along your body as he and Yuki move in a complicated series of steps. 

“We can’t let them steal all the attention,” Getou says with amusement. He really is Gojo’s brother-in-arms. “Let’s give them a show.” 

It’s impressive that he can keep up with you. Dancing is an art you’ve been tutored in by the very finest in the craft. But Getou matches you move for move, beat by beat. Your steps weave seamlessly together, creating an intricate pattern. 

Unlike Gojo, he’s a naturally friendly man. It’s easy to talk to him, whispering between each beat. He knows all the most recent court gossip, and on more than one occasion, inspires an embarrassingly loud laugh from you. You’re surprised to find how much you enjoy his company. 

“I think it’s time to change partners,” calls a familiar voice.

As Getou takes the hands of Lady Yuki, her eyes still closed as she sways, someone replaces him. Gojo’s hand slides from where Getou’s were on your upper back down to your hip. He’ll be your last dance of the night. 

“Should I be worried about being replaced?” He murmurs against your hair. 

Your father will be throwing an apoplectic fit if he sees, but when has Gojo ever cared about other people’s opinions? 

“By whom?” You ask, all innocence. 

“You’re such a handful, my lady,” he says as he lifts your hand for a spin. You hesitate. This is a move that’s much enjoyed in the Southern Kingdoms, but here, your dances are much more restricted. Like in all matters, propriety is most important. 

But as always, Gojo’s freeing nature makes you more daring. You let him twirl you just once before he pulls you back to his side. 

“I thought you liked that about me?” You bat your eyelashes at him in an intentionally over the top gesture. 

He suppresses a groan that makes you giggle. “Don’t weaponize that against me, princess. You know I’ll fall for it.” 

You’re the only person allowed to do this to him, and the knowledge of that fact pulls the corners of your mouth into a soft smile. 

There are things that he only lets you get away with, and things you only let him get away with. 

He’s the only person allowed to pull you closer. His hands bracket your waist, curled tightly against the dip in the fabric. Unlike Getou, his touch is firm. You’re nearly chest to chest, the intricate patterns of beads on your bodice reflecting against his breastplate. 

He’s so familiar with your body it’s like touching his own. 

Ruination. 

He has ruined you utterly for any other touch. No matter which household you marry into, Zenin or Getou or Nanami, you’ll always be Gojo’s.

It doesn’t matter how chaste or depraved each touch is. Your body responds to him like it responds to no other. Everywhere he touches you throbs on impact, as gentle as he is with you. He’ll always be tender for you. 

For the next leg of the dance, you separate. Your point of contact is slowly stripped to just your palms against each other, your bodies angled outwards. Like sharks, you circle each other - beasts on the hunt. 

You’re touching but not holding each other. His palm is flat against yours, the touch barely there. You watch him. Light plays over his face like he’s been blessed. The candles burning against the encroaching night make him glow. Under his lashes, he’s watching you back, coy and seductive. 

Slowly, each finger curls until you’re no longer just skin to skin, but he’s actually holding you. It’s devastating. Somehow, in this crowded ballroom, he’s managed to empty your brain of anyone else. All you can think about is him, his beautiful hands, the lean strength of his body.

At once, you feel horribly exposed. Anyone looking at you two would be able to tell how you feel about each other. 

“What is the meaning of this?” 

Cold. Deadly. Hinting at violence. You’ve never heard your father speak this way. 

You pull back as if Gojo’s touch is suddenly toxic. His fingers cling to yours for a moment longer, and then he lets you go. He bows to the king, not nearly as low as he should. For once, you wish he’d just manage to know when to hide his true personality. 

“Gojo Satoru,” your father’s voice is dripping with poison. “Care to explain why you, a member of the kingsguard, is dishonoring my daughter in such a way?” 

Beside him, Captain Yaga stands stiffly. Only the smallest of frowns on his face gives away how he feels.  

“He wasn’t!” You step between them. You can hear Gojo’s sharp inhale of breath behind you. He’s used to being the one who protects you, not the other way around. “We were just dancing.” 

“You’re a child,” your father brushes you aside easily. “You don’t know these things. After everything I’ve done for you, you dare trample on my kindness, Gojo?” 

He doesn’t say a word in his own defense. 

“My king,” you try desperately. “Please, he wasn’t- he would never-” 

Your father turns to Yaga. “Escort my daughter to her rooms.” 

He’s treating you like a child on the day he’s announced that he’ll marry you off to another house. Your blood boils, but you’re no match for Yaga as he strongarms you away. Your father steps closer to Gojo, looking up to meet his eyes. He watches him back with an uncomfortable stillness. In the light, his eyes look almost reptilian. 

“Looking at my daughter with those lascivious eyes,” your father hisses. He strikes Gojo across the face. The people in the ballroom, whom you had entirely forgotten about, gasp. Still, Gojo says nothing. “I should have you stripped of your armor and whipped in the square.” 

“Father!” You struggle violently against Yaga’s hold as he carries you away. You only have one advantage. He may be strong, but he’s unable to hurt you. You, on the other hand, are willing to do whatever it takes to get free of him. When you push your fingers into his eyes, he drops you with a yell of surprise, giving you the opportunity to run back to the nightmare scene unfolding in front of you. 

You cling to your father, both to ask for mercy and out of fear he’ll strike Gojo again. 

“Please,” you whisper. “You can’t do this. He’s the heir to your Hand and one of the most powerful houses we’re allied with. We need him” 

Your father looks down on you. He raises one hand to stroke your hair, but it almost hurts with how heavy the touch is. His fury is present in the room like another body. 

“He dishonored me by dishonoring my daughter.” 

“Father,” you’re weeping. It’s shameful. Everyone is watching you fall apart, something you’ve tried to avoid your entire life. “Please. I’ll do anything.” 

Your father turns to the rest of the ballroom. “Get out, all of you! Leave now!” 

The kingsguard makes short work of them, hurrying everyone out the doors. It’s quick because no one wants to stay and face the wrath of the king. When your father realizes Gojo’s still here, he turns to him. “You too. Leave. And be grateful.” 

Gojo’s eyes dart to you. In that moment, you feel an overwhelming affection for him, unwilling to leave you behind. “I’ll be alright,” you say, touching his arm. “Go.” 

He frowns, but you insist, all but pushing him out the doors yourself. 

“Scream if you need me,” he hisses in your ear as you finally get him outside. 

When the massive oak doors creak close, it’s just you, your father, and Yaga. 

“Thank you, Father,” you say. 

“Don’t thank me yet. You promised me anything.” 

You did, and it’s a price you’d pay over and over again to spare Gojo. 

“You’ll take on a knight. I’ll find someone suitable for you. And Gojo will still have to be punished.” 

Still? After everything you just sacrificed to keep him safe? 

“How could you do this to me?” You whisper. You don’t recognize the man in front of you. 

“You are a princess,” your father says, cold in a way he’s never been towards you before. “Act like it.” 

You stare at him, stunned. There’s a beat where you think he’ll apologize. He’ll take it back. He has to. It’s always just been you and your father. You have no one else. When that moment passes, you storm out of the throne room. 

It’s not just a slight. Your father has stolen from you. Gojo is yours. He has no right to him, neither as a kingsguard nor as someone to punish. You had been willing to forgive him the first crime, but the second is too cruel for you to bear. It’s spiteful, even, in a way you’ve never known him to be. 

Somehow, while you weren’t watching, the world has changed. It’s as if you’ve been asleep for a long time and woken up somewhere slightly different, and you can’t get used to the little ways everything is wrong. 

“You’ll understand when you’re older,” your father calls after you. “That Gojo boy is dangerous.” 

Danger. 

You know it well. 

All your life, you feel as if you’ve been trying to avoid a ledge. You keep yourself quiet and contained, stilted growth to remain a perfect member of the nobility. Now, in this moment, you feel yourself stepping off of that edge. Whatever lies below is unknown. 

In your kingdom, there’s a common saying that love is strength. 

There are many different sources for the aphorism, but the most recent is that of Sir Toji and Lady Fushiguro. Their love story has been dramatized into legend and plays, commercialized for an audience that devours the story of a common soldier’s rise to prominence out of love for a noble lady. 

People choose to conveniently ignore the fact that they end in tragedy. Lady Fushiguro died a few years ago, and Sir Toji has never been seen since. You only know of what he looks like from a retelling your father took you to watch two years ago. Despite belonging to your court for years, he’s all but faded from memory. Toji is a man of myth rather than a real person. 

That’s love, you think. His grief after the passing of his wife drew him into a seclusion so intense no one could remember his face, just that he was tall with a scar and black hair. 

Love so powerful it could twist remembrance and distort the face of such a well-known individual - you like that. That’s love with real power, not the play kind that’s been half baked in roses and sugar dust to convince you to buy something. True love is paid for in blood, not cash. 

You don’t agree with the proverb, not just because it’s not what you take away from Toji’s story, but because of your own experiences. Love makes you weak. 

Still, you don’t hate it. It’s saved your life more times than you can count, after all. 

Under Gojo’s armor, scars litter his body, one for every hurt he’s taken for you. 

Some say that he’s the reincarnated companion to the first king, the greatest of all knights. Others say that he’s a demigod, born with half of a god’s power. Whatever you think, it’s undeniable that his strength is something of legend. In what other scenario would he come to harm but by defending the princess, so much weaker than himself? 

There’s a healed slash across his ribs from the time you were six and assassins crept into the royal gardens. Gojo had been barely older and armed with only a dull training sword, but he still managed to cut down eight men twice his size to protect you. 

When you were twelve, a horse tried to buck you during a parade, spooked by a mouse underfoot. Gojo, ahead by yards, ran to catch you. He was rewarded with the sickening crunch of his wrist turning sideways as he braced your fall with his own body. 

There’s a jagged lightning strike on his lower back, a cut that never healed right. The ridged edges of scar tissue pucker, tugging the skin taut. It’s just another wound he’s received from you. He’ll use anything to shield you - not just his body alone, but his reputation. The first time someone challenged your honor in a trial by combat, spouting lies, Gojo put the rumors down with ruthless efficiency. 

There’s no chink in his armor that’s as effective as you. Endangering the princess will always be the easiest way to get to Gojo, because he’ll throw himself in harm’s way to keep you safe. But if you’re revealing your cards, Gojo’s your weakness, too. 

It’s a delicate position you hold as princess. Although you’re technically untouchable, you’re well aware of the way everyone around you is watching, waiting to take advantage of the smallest misstep. The higher you stand, the further you have to fall. Gojo only had to defend your honor because of the rumors surrounding the two of you. The fact that he was your champion only entrenched them further - it’s just that no one dares to speak of it openly now. 

It’s a shame to your father and your royal house that you are likely the first princess with such a terrible reputation in years. Even you see the validity of the situation, though you can’t agree with your father’s methods of addressing it. Who wouldn’t question your bond? 

Most princesses are chaste, delicate little things. As fresh as the royal roses and twice as unblemished. They keep men at an appropriate distance and smile meekly behind their fans, eyes downturned and as gentle as a lamb. 

You’ve never enforced a boundary with Gojo. At this point, he’s a part of you rather than a separate being on his own, a strange two-headed creature with the same heart. He’s your ever present shadow, your most stalwart defender. The way he’s constantly circling you, never more than an arm’s length away, has given rise to whispers that a princess’s reputation would normally quash. 

These things work in funny ways. Up to a certain point, it can be easily brushed away by the strength of your standing in court. No one would dare to besmirch your honor publicly. But you’ve long since crossed the point of no return, most likely before you even turned twelve. The closeness between you and Gojo eschews court protocol to the point that even your status can’t protect you. You’re no delicate rose, but a tainted bud. 

Although it hurts you to know that your father suffers from your lack of discretion, you refuse to push Gojo away. Your protests are kept to a bare minimum, just enough so that all the rumors remain just that, rumors. Everyone knows, but no one can prove it. Gojo obeys, albeit unwillingly. Your word is his law, after all. 

But although you own him body and soul, Gojo belongs to your father now.

In one way, it’s your father’s attempt at defending you. Kingsguards can have no romantic affairs. Any love Gojo bore you would be seen as courtly, the extended dedication of a knight to his king. It would be duty, not romance, that would make him honor-bound to protect you. It’s an easy explanation for all these years of blind devotion. 

All of the kingsguard loves you, but in the way a follower worships. It’s not dependent on who you are, but rather what you represent. You could command them to kill anyone you pleased, or offer up their own lives. It’s not something you like thinking about, especially in conjunction to Gojo. 

You’re not the god, anyway. In any scenario, they’d be forced to choose your father over you if it came down to it. As long as kings exist, princesses can be replaced. It’s much harder for you to produce a new king. 

Your father loves you. 

It’s just not an easy kind of love. 

Despite taking Gojo, he offers you a replacement that you don’t want, but will be forced to take anyway. Sir Toji comes out of retirement for only the most noble and sacred of duties - protecting the one and only child of the king. 

At the moment, anyway. Your father is still hoping for a male heir. 

You didn’t think Toji was still alive, if you’re being honest. Although people constantly wondered what he was up to after the events of the play, you simply assumed he died of a broken heart. That was the easiest explanation for why he hadn’t been seen in years, but when your father calls you to him, there’s a man standing by the side of his throne. 

Tall. Dark hair. A scar over his lip. 

If the shoe fits, you suppose. 

The smile he gives you is threatening, but you try not to be prejudiced from the very start of your relationship. It’s just the scar, you tell yourself. Nothing more. 

“It’s an honor, your highness,” Toji says, and bends low to kiss your hand. His lips are dry and chapped, a stark contrast to Gojo. 

It’s hopeless from the beginning. You’ll always compare him to what you lost. 

Your father does, too. That’s precisely what went into choosing your dedicated knight. He wanted Toji because as a widower, an older man, and even because of his natural personality, he’s seen as an unlikely candidate to be your lover, especially if the main contender for the position is Gojo, classically pretty and elegant. 

No one will question your relationship with him, unlike your relationship with Gojo, who every girl and even quite a few boys in the entire kingdom desire. 

It’s the perfect move. 

It makes you miserable. 

Getting used to Toji’s presence is difficult. When you turn, you always expect Gojo, with his dancing eyes and sharp tongue, ready to make fun of the latest courtier who dared approach you. 

Everything is strange, even his position. More often than not, Gojo walked beside you. You only had to turn your head to whisper something into his ear. 

Toji remains a few steps behind, menacing people who approach you from the shadows. It discomfits you to turn, expecting shared laughter, and greet only air. 

He notices, of course. 

“I’m right here, princess,” he says the fifth time you do it. 

“Of course,” you smile at him, a little pained that he caught you. “I’m sorry, I keep forgetting.” 

“Do you miss that boy that badly?”

You stiffen. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” 

“Whatever makes you happy, my lady,” Toji says with an easy shrug that clearly conveys he doesn’t care too much if he’s not being paid for it. 

That’s not to say he isn’t good at his job. He’s fantastic at it, actually. You’d heard rumors that he was the only man in the realm who could possibly stand against Gojo, though you never believed it. Gojo had been untouchable for your entire life. There had never been anyone who could even close to him. 

Toji is a total shift in your paradigm. For the first time, you begin to wonder if Gojo is truly unbeatable. You’ve never seen anyone as fast as either of them, or as strong. Toji has the potential to upset Gojo’s status as the best knight in the kingdom. But he hasn’t. 

He seems to have no interest in court machinations. You have no idea what your father even offered him to come out of retirement for you. Toji’s no help, either. You’re afraid to ask him your questions. 

You don’t trust him. Mainly because he seems like an agent for your father, but also because you’re afraid of him despite yourself. He’s a monster, and you’re not sure what your father was thinking when he assigned him to you. 

The peace between you two is unsteady. It’s a mutual agreement based on a common understanding that no one benefits from making your lives harder for each other, but all the same, there’s no trust between the two of you. He’s not the choice you would’ve made. 

In any life, it would’ve always been Gojo. 

[writingdumpster]

control

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

warnings: SMUT 18+, daddy! kink, degradation, praise, slapping, throat fucking, fingering, orgasm denial, overstimulation, safe word mention, spitting, p in v,

summary: You go to a Hellfire meeting with Eddie and get turned on watching him.

word count: 2k

You were sitting beside Eddie at Hellfire Club with your legs crossed tightly. It was the first time you’d ever come to a meeting and you were regretting that choice as you realized there were only a few more weeks of meetings. You wouldn’t be able to indulge yourself in watching your boyfriend many more times before he was due to graduate.

Eddie was driving you insane. He climbed over the table making it clear that he was the one in control. His voice while he narrated the game was driving you up the wall too. You watched him laugh maliciously as his friends failed another one of his challenges. You glanced over at the clock. Eddie had told you the meeting would be over at 9:00 and it was 9:18. You were getting impatient. Eddie leaned back into his throne. You reached over to his leg and gave his thigh a squeeze.

“How much longer, my love?” You whispered to him while the club discussed their next move. Eddie’s eyes shot to you when you called him ‘my love.’ He knew you only called him that when you wanted him. It was like you thought the sweet innocence of the nickname would soften the dirty desire you were feeling. Eddie looked over at you and noticed the way your legs were pressed together. He smirked.

“Time’s up, Hellfire!” He shouted. “Make your move or wait till next week.” Eddie’s sheep all glanced around at each other.

“We’ll wait,” Dustin announced.

“Y/N and I will take care of clean-up, you guys can go,” Eddie said. Everyone bid their goodbyes leaving you and Eddie in the classroom alone as Eddie started to box up all the dice and pieces.

“Did you like the meeting, my love?” Eddie teased.

“I think we both know I liked it,” you said. Eddie chuckled.

“What’d you like about it?” He asked. You pursed your lips. Eddie loved to make you talk about the things that got you turned on because it always got you so flustered.

“I liked watching you,” you said. The smirk on Eddie’s face was immovable.

“Why’s that, princess?” Eddie asked. You sighed. He was such a tease.

“I don’t know, Eds,” you grumbled. “You were being sexy.” Eddie grinned widely.

“Do you like watching me be in charge, baby? Is that what it is?” He asked.

“Yes,” you said quietly.

“You want me to be in charge right now?” He asked.

“Yes, daddy,” you replied. Eddie’s smile widened.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for your daddy?” He asked.

“Yes, daddy. Gonna be so good for you,” you promised him. Eddie put the last of the figures away leaving the table empty. You were left standing at the end of the table by his throne.

“On your knees,” he instructed you. You quickly fell to your knees in front of him and reached out for his belt. “I didn’t say you could touch.” You retracted your hands and looked up at Eddie. He took your chin in his hand and tilted your head up.

“If you want something tonight you ask first, understand?” Eddie’s voice was deep, the way he let it get when you were alone, but there was still a softness in it. He wanted you to be comfortable and to take care of you at all times.

“Can I suck your dick, daddy?” You asked. Eddie chuckled.

“No, princess. I’m in control tonight, remember?” Eddie said. You raised an eyebrow in question. “I’m gonna fuck your throat, baby,” he said. “That okay?” You nodded.

“Yes, daddy,” you agreed. Eddie reached down to his belt and unbuckled it.

“You remember your colors?” Eddie asked as he pulled his cock out of his pants and shoved them down. He was already hard and you were practically drooling at the sight of him.

“Yes, daddy,” you assured him.

“Good girl,” he said. “Open,” he instructed you. You opened your mouth wide and stuck out your tongue. Eddie leaned over you and let a heavy glob of his spit drip into your mouth. He licked his lips as he leaned back. You clenched around nothing.

“Put it to good use, princess,” he instructed.You parted your lips and Eddie pushed his cock into your mouth. You closed your lips around him, hoping he would let you suck him off a bit before he started fucking your throat. He seemed to sense your desire to please him. He let you work your lips against him, moving your tongue around his shaft as you sucked. Eddie pulled away from you.

“Alright, baby. That’s enough. My turn,” Eddie said. He dug his fingers into your scalp and held you in place. “Open wide,” he ordered. You took a deep breath and opened your mouth as wide as you could, laying your tongue flat over your teeth. Eddie took his cock in his hand and gently slapped you on both cheeks with it. You whimpered lightly, completely undone by the degrading treatment. He laid the tip of his cock on your tongue and rubbed it around, collecting your saliva.

He slowly began thrusting his hips into your mouth. You took him deep into your mouth, closing your lips around him once you could. Eddie was thrusting slowly, not deep enough to gag you yet, just warming you up. Suddenly his hand dug into your scalp and he pushed you down on his cock, your nose brushing his short layer of pubic hair. He held you down for a few seconds before letting go. You pulled off of him and caught your breath.

“What color, sweet thing?” Eddie asked.

“Green,” you said as you wiped the drool from your lips.

“Open again, baby. Daddy’s not done.” You opened your mouth again and Eddie pushed you down onto his cock again. He wove his fingers in your hair to hold your head steady.

“Relax that throat, princess,” Eddie instructed you. You took a deep breath for your nose and adjusted your jaw. “Good girl.” There was no other warning before he began thrusting his hips into your mouth. The noises you were making were filthy while Eddie choked you on his cock. He began thrusting deeper, gagging you with each thrust. He was groaning and gasping when he pulled you off himself.

“Thank you, daddy,” you gushed. Eddie chuckled.

“You’re welcome, sweet thing.” He ran his finger along your cheek faintly. “Up on your feet now.” You rose at once.

“Can I take my dress off, daddy?” You asked. Eddie smiled.

“You wanna show your daddy how pretty you look for him?” He asked.

“Yes, daddy. Want you to see all of me,” you whined.

“Take off your daddy’s clothes for him first, baby.” You beamed and sprung forward. You slid your fingers under the hem of Eddie’s Hellfire shirt and felt his warm skin as you slowly dragged the shirt up his torso. You let your hands wander and explore as you lifted the shirt. Eddie smirked down at you, watching as you drew pleasure from touching any and every part of him. Eventually you pulled the shirt over his head. You let your hands drag down his body again as you fell back down to your knees. You carefully unlaced his boots and tugged them off his feet before pulling his pants and boxers down as well. You stood back up as soon as you’d finished.

“Can I take off mine now, daddy? Please?” You begged. Eddie nodded.

“Go ahead then. Take it all off for me,” he said. You grinned.

“Can you help me with the zipper, daddy?” You asked.

“Sure, sweet thing,” Eddie agreed. You turned around and Eddie dragged the zipper down your spine. You pulled the dress off as soon as you could, immediately followed by your bra. You turned around to face Eddie and then slid off your underwear and shoes.

“Will you touch me, daddy?” You pleaded. “Anywhere?” Eddie chuckled.

“You’re such a desperate little whore,” Eddie taunted.

“Please, daddy? Please?” You continued begging, not caring about any shame you might have had before then. Eddie grabbed your hips and lifted you onto the table, shoving you backwards so your body lay fully on top of it. Eddie climbed over you, kissing up your body as he did. Each time his lips touched your lips you would let out a small whimper. He rose to eye level with you, his left forearm planted beside your head to support his body. His hard cock was resting against your navel as he balanced his body over you.

“Kiss?” You requested. Eddie chuckled.

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he muttered as he pressed his lips to yours. Your tongue pushed into his mouth as you tried to draw him further into your body. You gasped when you felt Eddie’s fingers pushing into your heat.

“Jesus christ, princess. You’re dripping all over,” he groaned. You whined.

“Don’t make fun.” Eddie’s fingers began sliding into you.

“I’m not, baby. It’s sexy,” he said. “You’re sexy.” His fingers had developed a slow and steady rhythm against your ridged walls. You were moaning uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the sensations after being left untouched for so long. Eddie’s thumb began pressing into your clit, rubbing back and forth erratically. You started gasping rhythmically as your climax grew nearer and nearer. You were racing toward the end but suddenly Eddie pulled his fingers away.

“No, no, no, no! Eddie, please! Please!” You cried.

“Shut up.” Eddie raised his hand and slapped you. You gasped in surprise.

“Color?” Eddie asked, worried he had overstepped. You grinned.

“Green,” you assured him. “I want another.” Eddie smirked.

“Slut.” He slapped you again, a bit harder this time. You whined at the sting.

“Can I have your dick?” You asked. “I need it, daddy. I need it so bad. Never needed you to fuck me this bad before.” You were almost incoherent, tears streaming down your face.

“Never this bad before, huh? That’s pretty bad then, sweet thing,” Eddie teased.

“Please, daddy. Please,” you whined. “I need it. I’ll do anything.” Eddie chuckled.

“Spread those legs nice and wide for me.” You quickly widened your legs as much as you could. “Don’t let them move an inch, princess.” You whimpered and nodded.

“Please,” you whispered.

“Okay, sweet thing. You always get what you want, don’t you?” He said with a smile. He grabbed his cock and slowly slid into you. You gasped as he filled you up.

“Mmmmm, thank you, daddy,” you moaned.

“You’re so soft, baby. So fucking heavenly,” he groaned as he began moving his hips. He started with slow shallow strokes, but moved on quickly. He was rolling his hips into you, pulling pathetic whines from your lips. Your legs were shaking as Eddie began thrusting harder. You moved your hands from his body to your knees, pressing your legs open.

“Feels so good, daddy. Feels so fucking good,” you whimpered.

“I know, sweet thing. I feel you clenching on me,” he said.

“Please don’t stop this time. I need it so bad,” you whined.

“I won’t, princess. You can have it.” He made two more sharp thrusts before you were exploding around him. Eddie grinned as he watched your face scrunching up in pleasure and wails leaving your mouth. You panted, catching your breath. Eddie wasn’t stopping though.

“Wait,” you whimpered. “Too much.”

“I want another from you,” Eddie said. You whined loudly. “Still green?” He asked.

“Yes, daddy,” you gasped. Eddie continued ramming into you. His thrusts started becoming irregular and you knew he was nearing his edge. He reached down to your clit and rubbed circles quickly over it.

“Come on, sweet thing. One more for me,” he pleaded. You couldn’t disappoint him. You let yourself fall apart once more.

“Ahhh! Eddie!” Your walls pulsing around his cock was the final push Eddie needed to empty himself inside you. He moaned wildly as he came.

“Oh, fuck, y/n,” he groaned. You felt his warm cum filling you, you clenched around him trying to milk every drop he could give you. He let his weight fall atop you, pressing you into the hard table. He chuckled.

“You’re coming to next week’s meeting.”

[lonepantheress]

♡ txt binge-watching shows w/ their s/o

pairing: ot5!txt x reader

genre: LOL CRACK? fluff i guess

warnings: unserious-ness

a/n: my first try at headcanons......

Yeonjun

like Gossip Girl or PLL or something.

he seems like the kind of person to be really pissed at moments with shitty writing and you’d have to remind him that he eats it up every time.

omg, and he’d start arguments with you about hypotheticals HE MADE based on the show.

like, “y/n, what if me and you met again after 15 years and had kids but we were both single and eligible and hot. what would you do?” “yeonjun, i have no idea. it depends.” “oh, okay. you hate me then?”

he’d be so flip-floppy too. just agreeing with you to agree with you.

“omg.. she’s such a bitch. I hate her.” “I actually really like her character.” “no, yeah, me too. she’s so cool, i love her.”

then when you guys are having real-life drama, he’d get all frustrated about whatever's going on and be like, “this is just like when serena and blair had to fight with georgina.” and you’re like “yes, exactly!”

he’s sweet though, he’d side with whoever YOU’RE siding with just so you guys could have a bonding moment LOL. your faves are his faves (as far as you know..)

Soobin

ok so it is established that he is a weeb

I feel like he would turn on those animes that are like 700 eps and mostly filler and be like, “this is one of my faves!”

and then you can’t complain because he just said it’s one of his faves…

he would try to meet in the middle though and find some that you might also be into

keyword: try

he’d pull out the most obscure show on the most sketchy website with the most incorrect subtitles and be like, “no, y/n, i swear it’s super good.”

and then you give it a chance, and you ask him to explain it.

and he explains it pretty well, but when you ask again he’s getting all emotional about SOMETHING that’s going on and you’re like “???? why…”

you guys will find your fave though and it’s so sweet bc it’s something you guys really look forward to.

you won’t look at spoilers or watch ahead or anything like that. HE TAKES IT LIKE SUPER SERIOUSLY.

and then you guys will get all emotion together and it’s super cute. 

Beomgyu

RuPaul's Drag Race

or like Love Island or the Bachelor or something.

would get super invested in the drama and take sides and everything.

I feel like if you liked someone he didn’t, he would take it personally and be like “BUT WHY???”

he’d fancy himself a prediction god and try to make bets on who will win and who will end up with who.

his real talent is consistently being wrong.

like “WATCH - this time i’m right!”

and then they’re out by, like, the third episode.

or when someone has a really funny or flirty conversation, he’d point to the screen and be like, “Us,” “Omg, that’s so us…” “Why is this lowkey us?”

he’d be DEVASTATED when his faves do not succeed. 

it was clear they’d lose their challenge or whatever but he’s like “WTF????”

but would laugh in your FACE if your faves got eliminated

Taehyun

a show that really takes dedication to watch.

like Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead or Breaking Bad, or something

he would lowkey be pissed off if you watched an episode or two without him, or read spoilers online. 

but then he would accidentally spoil stuff for you and watch episodes without you so…

I could sort of see this going two different ways

he’s like super invested in it and is dead silent throughout the episode, barely looking away from the screen

or he’s watching and he’s like, “oh, she’s for sure gonna die.” and you’re like, “what? no!” and then she dies five mins later.

then he treats the end of the episode like a podcast and talks to you for like an hour about why the characters did what they did, and what you guys think is gonna happen next. 

kind of sweet cuz he would act uninterested at first and then become the most invested.

Kai

those cooking shows, but the ones where they’re really nice to each other.

like the Great British Baking Show, that show is so low pressure….

the contestants would be casually describing some incredibly complex dessert they’re making and he would go, “babe, we could definitely do that.”

no, you definitely could not!

you guys would confidently suck at making predictions, but you suck together! how cute!

“omg those are the cutest cakes ever! She has to come on top this episode!” “no, for sure. she’s been so consistently good!”

and then judging time comes and the cakes are bland, falling apart, undercooked, and burned at the same time. 

and you two are like, “oh…”

he would also suddenly turn into a baking expert, like when someone is doing their thing he would yell at the screen.

“oh my god. too much salt! NOOOO, TOO MUCH SALT!” and you need to tell him to calm tf down.

[miryum]

Foundling Villa- Chapter 1

Royal!Charles Leclerc x Reader. Princess Y/n is arranged to marry Prince Charles. There will be many ups and downs that the author hasn’t planned out yet, but read along to find out more! (Yes, I know that sounds super cheesy) Warnings per chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Warnings: Swearing, arranged marriage, and a mention of misogyny

ao3 link   next chapter>>

“My lady, we’re crossing the border into Enza. We should be arriving in an hour.” You nodded at your maid, indicating that you had heard her. You didn’t look away from the window. 

“What do you think the prince will be like?” A younger maid gossiped quietly. The older maid shook her head at the inexperienced one, shushing her. “Sorry, ma’am,” the youngest maid whispered in your direction, head hung low. You think she’s named Elena. Your other maid who had been with you since you turned fourteen was a lovely woman named Sara. She knew not to interrupt your stupor. 

Elena’s words dug at you, though. What was he like? The prince and you had only communicated through one letter. Your family had urged you to write to him, and so you did. You received a short letter in reply. There hadn’t been any communication since.

Your mother had told you the carriage ride would be short. She was wrong. It was too quiet, giving you time to dig up anxieties you had attempted to repress.

You were starting to feel guilt about your last days in Williams- the kingdom that your mother and father ruled. You had avoided your family during the final nights of your stay. You weren’t sure if it was out of contempt or not wanting to see your brothers and sisters pitying faces. You had stayed huddled in your room, watching stoically as Sara and Elena tried to get your opinion on what to pack. 

At first, when your parents told you that for the prosperity of the kingdom, they were marrying you off to an obscure prince in Enza, you were angry. You had watched your older sisters get married off, one by one, each with varying results. One of your sisters gained a connection with their husband and fell in love. Another sister became sweet friends with their husband, and while there was no romantic love, there was a strong platonic relationship. Your last sister was married to a prick and rightly hated him. He was misogynist and had anger issues that bullied your sister into submission. 

If you got nothing else, you were satisfied with being friends with the prince. 

So your anger turned to sad acceptance. At least Enza was a beautiful place.

Your older brother had his choice of mistresses for his bride, in which all had been vetted to see if they were a proper fit to be Queen of Williams. Your youngest brother still had some years of freedom before your parents started pointing out the eligible ladies in court. 

But the prince of Enza had no choice. While his older brother needed a suitable queen and therefore had his pick, the younger prince was just another pawn in the game of hierarchical chess. The kingdoms of Enza and Williams both had something to gain from the other and you and the prince were simply the bond of that compromise. Enza, being the bigger and stronger empire, would protect Williams in times of need, while Williams, being a small mining community, promised to supply Enza with gold and iron. Neither kingdom could stab the other in the back with their heirs married.

“There’s a house,” you spoke for the first time during the trip. “A couple kilometres away from Enza’s palace. We’re going to pass it soon. It’s not far from the border.” You took a breath, shaking with the realisation of your future. “I’m going to buy it. The prince isn’t in line for the throne, so I’m not required to live at the palace. It has five bedrooms with adjacent bathrooms. The kitchen is a small thing, but manageable. There’s a sweet little fireplace in the sitting room, which, with a little bit of rearrangement, can double as a dining room. But my favourite part,” you paused and pointed out the window. “Look, there it is.” The two maids stared out the window with you, all three of you taking in a large farmhouse in the distance. Compared to William’s palace, it was small, but any peasant would think it was an empire. The house was three stories and coloured a light baby blue. The windows were painted a bright white that stood out in contrast. There was a wrap-around porch that a small swing hung from. “You can’t see it,” you said, “but the best part is in the back. There’s this large field that leads to a forest.” The house was long gone, but you still gazed out the window hopefully. Sara and Elena exchanged a glance. “I’m hoping to employ a small staff. I’ll have to get a cook, of course, and maybe a cleaner. And then a stable master.” 

“A stable master, my lady?” Sara wondered if she heard you right. 

“Yes. Wouldn’t it be lovely to finally buy a horse or two? You know that mother never wanted me to ride, so I’ve only ridden a couple times. I would love to choose a name and develop a connection with a horse.” 

“And what about the prince, ma’am?” Elena wondered. 

You shrugged. “He can choose whatever he wants. After the wedding night, I’m not required to stay. Neither is he. If he wants to stay at the palace, he can. If he wants to visit me, I’ll allow it. And if he would like to try and live with me… we’ll see how it goes.” After a moment of thought, you said, “I think I’ll name the house the Foundling Villa.” 

The countryside slowly changed to a small village and then a quaint market. You saw people milling about, carrying a carton of eggs, hauling water from the well, or dragging a cow through the street. Most people stopped and stared at seeing an aristocratic carriage prance through their streets. You pressed your body against the seat and stared straight ahead, knowing that it made it harder for people outside to see you. You didn’t want them to see you. You couldn't have them see you. 

Elena peeked out the window and a little girl waved excitedly at her. Elena waved back. The girl clapped happily and tugged at her mother’s arm. 

Slowly, the carriage turned to an inclined road and the palace came into view. Sara sucked in a breath and blinked owlishly at the sight before her. Elena muttered an, “Holy shit.” You frowned at it. It looked like it was overly compensating for something. It was a massive building built with large blocks of brick and stone that looked like it could house the entire population of Williams. The flag of Enza flew proudly from the spires. An impressive perron stood imposingly before you, laid with a red carpet. The King, Queen, and the three princes of Enza stood on the steps to welcome you. 

The reality of it all finally crashed down on you. You were supposed to marry a man who you had only heard of through one letter. You had only seen him in portraits. You were expected to move to another kingdom, which you had never set foot in, and never return home unless accompanied by your new husband. 

You shook your head widely and your hands clutched around the dress you’d chosen this early morning. “I can’t.” You stated, “Turn this around. I want to go home. Turn the carriage around.” 

“My lady, you must go,” Elena pleaded. “They’re waiting.” 

“No!” You cried, “I am not going to marry him! You can’t make me! I will not walk out there to my doom. Take me back to Williams.” You tried to sound stern, but emotion cracked through. Outside, you saw the youngest brother whisper something to your fiancé.

“Milady,” Sara tried her hand at calming you down. “Princess. Y/n!” You whipped around to look at her. “All you have to do,” Sara leaned forward and clasped your hands in hers. “Is go out there and bow to the King and Queen. That’s it. Then Elena and I will be with you the entire rest of the way. We’ll be by your side walking through the doors, finding your room, getting you prepared for dinner, and if you want, we could even take dinner in your room instead of with the family. But you must step out of the carriage.” 

Your jaw clenched and reluctantly nodded. Sara smiled softly and then knocked on the wall. The footman jumped down and opened the door for you. You exhaled, your heart pounding like you just lost a sprint, took the footman’s hand, and stepped out. 

And then you make eye contact with Charles Leclerc, Prince of Enza, and your future husband.

[callsign-rogueone]

braids - b.s.

Brennan Sorrengail x reader (duchess!) ✉️: Duchess has her hair in traditional braids right? Do u think Bren would learn how to braid her hair? And do it on days that she's tired or exhausted. Or maybe he would help her get the braids out of her hair at night. words: ~1k 🏷: no book spoilers, no triggers. just my response to the above and my thoughts about Bren, Duchess, and her hair. I promise there’s sweet headcanons under all my rambling about how I picture her braids. and I tried to make this as inclusive as possible and discuss multiple hair types, but I’m not very knowledgeable about that so I apologize if something is wrong!

The short answer: yes, absolutely. Brennan is a caretaker and protector first and foremost. It’s why he became a mender; he’s the eldest of the family, takes responsibility for younger siblings, and he’s just that kind of guy. He’d take incredibly good care of you as his partner, and that extends to every aspect of your life, especially your daily routines and self care.

The (very) long answer: I’ve purposely left descriptions of her hair as “intricate traditional braids” both as a nod to the Tyrrish knots that Xaden has Violet learn in the books, and for inclusivity, because I think that description can apply to anyone. The exact styles, the care required, and the length of time that she would wear them (doing them up on a daily basis, or leaving them in for weeks/months) depends on her hair type, so I’ve been leaving it up for interpretation because I want to cater to everyone. But I think that regardless, Bren would absolutely be willing and eager to learn how to help you with it.

I’ve never watched Game of Thrones, but I’ve seen pictures and clips of Daenerys, and she was a major inspiration for Duchess -- powerful woman of noble status who commands (or in Duchess’s case, speaks for) a riot of dragons, shows femininity through her dress and hair, but isn’t afraid to fuck someone up if they wrong her or her family.

So I’d imagine something like her character wears, but a bit more practical for fighting and training (maybe ending in one braid going down her back instead of having a half-up, half-down thing). Some examples I found on pinterest:

Another thing I’ve been imagining is several tiny silver charms / clips woven into the braids, decorated with runes (this will come into play later on in their story 👀) like these.

Now for the headcanons:

As we saw in allies, Bren recognized the braids as something of traditional importance, and it was one of the things that drew him to her. He loves and admires her dedication to her culture, and he also thinks they're absolutely gorgeous -- the girl looked him in the eye and said his name and he folded. Man was smitten from day one. 

He loves seeing you with them or without them: the first time he saw you with your hair down, completely out of the braids and messy, loose, it changed his brain chemistry forever (it didn’t help that you were half-dressed at the time, as well, but I digress)

I didn’t want to get too into deep this, because I do have a scene like this sketched out already, but I’m a weak weak woman so I’ll give it to you anyway:

One of the first few times y’all ~spent the night~, he was entranced watching you fix up your hair in the morning, at the ease and speed with which you redid the sections that had come undone / smoothed everything out, put the clips back in, and got it ready for the day.

He would have offered to help if he wasn’t so shy about it (still in disbelief that this actually happened, and she’s still here), and if you didn’t seem so capable yourself; after all, you’ve been doing this on your own for years now.

Braiding behind your own head takes some considerable upper body strength, so if your back or arms are injured, he won’t hesitate to help out, because he knows it’s important to you and he wants to help, wants to be close to you, and even after he mended you, he still doesn’t want you straining yourself.

You’re a little skeptical at first, but you quickly realize he knows what he’s doing. Think about it: this man is the older brother of two sisters, with parents who worked long hours at high-stress jobs. He absolutely knows how to properly detangle and brush (starting at the ends, being gentle with it) and can do basic braids, etc. 

He’ll stand behind you and help you take them down, incredibly careful not to pull too hard. When they’re all out, he’ll work his fingertips into your scalp ever so gently, noting the way you sigh in relief. Gives the back of your neck some attention, too. Those hands… sorry, where were we?

He’ll also help you do them up again -- they may not be as fancy or as pristine as if you did it yourself, but they’re pretty good. He’s bashful about it as you look over your shoulder in the mirror to examine his work, but he practically glows when you thank him and tell him he did well. 

He keeps a few of your hair bands in the pockets of his flight jacket in case one breaks. Not embarrassed to wear one around his wrist, either -- his hair isn’t long enough to use it himself, so it’s a clear sign that he’s holding it for someone else, that he’s spoken for.

I talked about this the other week in some Garrick headcanons I did, but I’m gonna say it again: hair washing. 

It would take a while for y'all to get to a point where you can shower together because you're both shy nervous bbs for a while, who can’t hold hands without bursting into flames (no pun intended) but like, after you're married, for sure. 

He really gets in there, gets all the dirt and blood out, washes the day off and leaves you nice and clean and relaxed. He does not miss a single spot. Helps you condition, rinse, and dry it after, too. Full service, complete with forehead kisses.

Another thought that I won’t get too far into, and am leaving as a strict hypothetical: IF you were to have a daughter, and IF she wanted to wear her hair like her mama does, Brennan would 100% be on the job. The Duke Consort of Lindell and the Colonel of the Tyrrish army has years of experience brushing and braiding and detangling, and he takes incredibly good care of his girls. They’re gonna be looking fresh at all times.

[intoxicated-chan]

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Series’ Masterlist // Wattpad Vers.

Word Count ➳❥ 1.2k

(A/n) ➳❥ So, I’ve started watching Game of Thrones… Let’s just say Jon Snow has me in a chokehold. Anyways there are two more books for Miguel O’Hara.

Content Warnings ➳❥ Swearing, animal cruelty, harassment, violence, assault…

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There were many times in your life that you believed to be your fault. The times where your mother would curse you out for a simple mistake, the ashamed look your grandmother always had whenever she looked your way. It made you want to disappear from their sights and so you wrapped yourself into false senses of security. How your own mind played games when you-

*BARK* *BARK*

You tear your eyes away from the screen of your laptop, they land on a puppy sitting in front of you. You let out a gasp and set your laptop to the side, “C’mere boy.” You pat your legs, letting the puppy walk towards you.

“What are you doing out here?” It makes your heart break. You lean over and take the puppy into your arms. You feel around his neck and feel no collar. He’s awfully dirty and but not matted, dirt was just seeped into his fur.

You look at your laptop, seeing the time, “If I take you then I lose my internship…” You sadly pout, “But if I leave you here…”

Alchemax Building // 3:13 PM

You run through the building of Alchemax and nearly slam into the elevator. Five minutes… You’re late. It’s only your second day and you’re already late.

Listening to Lyla’s advice she gave on your first day, you ran past the employees ordering you to get them their coffee. It was embarrassing enough to be late, and you wanted to save what dignity you had left… If you had any.

“Where’s (Y/n)?” Mr. O’Hara asks Lyla who’s looking through camera footage.

“She’s just a few steps away from-”

The doors to his office are roughly open and you nearly fall to the ground. You panting, hard. But you force yourself to stand and carefully close the door, “My apologies, Mr. O’Hara.”

“So glad that you can join us. I was beginning to worry.” Mr. O’Hara tells you.

Lies.

You come to his desk and sit down in the chair that’s in front of his desk, “I’m sorry that I’m late. There was a puppy in the park.” You set your bag down next to you.

“You were late because of a puppy?” Mr. O’Hara stares at you.

“I couldn’t just leave the puppy alone! It was a puppy.” You admit.

Mr. O’Hara lets out a very obvious huff, “And the puppy?”

“Dropped him off at a shelter.” You answer.

His eyes narrow at you, before huffing once more, “Take these to Dr. Octavius and don’t overstay your welcome in her office.” Sliding a few files to you.

“Yes sir.” You say, taking the files and walking out of his office.

Once you make it into the elevator, you let out a silent cheer as you successfully snuck in the puppy. You feel him move around in your bag, you left it open just big enough for him to stick his nose out.

“Don’t worry, little buddy, I’m not going to leave you.” You whisper. You fix your posture once you make it to the R&D floor. You immediately head to Dr. Octavius’ office.

You knock, “Is that you, (Y/n)?” You hear.

“Yes it is.”

“Come, come in!” You enter her office, “Miguel sent you, didn’t he?” She looks up from her papers, you close the door behind you.

“Yes he did.”

“You look awfully tired, did you run here?”

“Yeah…” You sigh, handing her the files.

“What caused you to be so late?”

“There was a abandoned puppy, and-”

“You brought it here, didn’t you?”

It was like the puppy was trying to embarrass you even more. The puppy barks, letting her know that they were in fact, here and with you. You sigh in defeat, unzipping your half closed bag and pulling out the puppy.

“I couldn’t leave him in the park.” You hold him close to your chest.

Dr. Octavius awes loudly, “Aww! Look at the little guy. May I?” You nod, handing him to her, “You can leave him here with me. I can get him cleaned up and check his vitals, Miguel doesn’t have to know.”

“But what if he finds out?”

“I can already see the headlines, If the CEO couldn’t be any more crueler! Intern fired over bringing abandoned puppy to work! He likes to avoid any attention and pays off reporters to not report anything. Which is why Alchemax is so mysterious.” She answers.

“Thank you so much, Dr. Octavius.”

“Hey, it’s no problem. I could use some serotonin in this dull place.”

(Y/n)’s Apartment // 9:12 PM

Another successful day in your eyes, even more with Rusty by your side. You watch him immediately make himself comfortable on your couch.

“You must be hungry.” You smile and then it hits you… You forgot to buy dog food!

“God dammit!” You sigh. You grab your keys, wallet, and your phone, “I’ll be back, Rusty.” You tell him.

The closest pet store is only a couple minutes away and closes in less than an hour. Surprisingly it’s open so late. You were in and out of the small store, grabbing and buying the specific food for your little child and you were out of there.

Your phone read, 9:22 PM. You hold the heavy bag with both of your arms. Now there was nothing else to worry about, only your essay which is due in a week and work tomorrow.

“Hey, there little lady.” A guy spoke from the alleyway, he came out from the shadows. Disheveled and reeked of cigarettes, “What’s a girl doing out here so late at night?”

“I’m sorry but I have to get home.” You answer, walking away.

“Hey, I’m not done!” He catches up to you and starts walking with you but you were quick to stop.

“Please, leave me alone.”

“What’s got you in a rush?”

“I have a boyfriend waiting for me.”

“And he lets you walk out dressed like that?”

“Excuse me?”

“All I’m saying is that I can treat you real good.”

You scoff and walk in a different direction, away from your apartment. You left the man standing there, hoping that he finally left you alone.

He suddenly appears, “Think you can get away from me? I know when a woman is playing hard to get. I know you want me.”

“Hell no.” You back up. The man grabs your arms, pulling you with him, “Get off of me-!”

One hand comes over your mouth, “Quiet! I’m sure your boyfriend doesn’t mind sharing.” He whispers in your ear.

His voice makes your stomach churn and not in a good way. Every part of your body felt disgusting. You struggled against his grip, dropping the dog food and began kicking and punching.

“Let go of me!”

“Shut up!” He shouts back, throwing you to the ground.

The impact makes you cough. Your eyes shut in pain as you hiss.

“Hey-!” The man’s shout is cut off and all you hear is silence.

You open your eyes and see nothing, the man is no longer standing there, and the dog food is now closer to you.

“What the fuck?” You whisper.

You snatch up the bag and hurry home, not looking back.

“Lyla?”

“Yeah?”

“Does this man have any friends or family?”

She scans through many screens, “No, why?”

“Good.”

Taglist // @neteyamsbulletwound , @cupid-whisprs , @marsyay78 , @lukepattersin , @natthernandez , @brokeb1mbo , @jockteker ,

[alexsoenomel]

It’s 3am and I Miss You (Dean Winchester x Reader fluff)

Summary: You broke your leg and can’t sleep because Dean is on a hunt 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: just fluff

Word count: 508

Note: I wrote this when I couldn't sleep.  Enjoy! Like/Reblog or both if you like it! :)

It was 3am and you couldn’t sleep. Your thoughts were drifting towards Dean, and the fact that he wasn’t in the bed you shared next to you hurt a little. He was working in New York with Sam, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a broken leg which you earned when a demon tried to run you over with your own car. It was swell being stuck in the bunker for almost 2 weeks now. You turned on the light on your night stand and took your phone. He can’t be asleep it was only 3am here, so 4am in New York and Dean was a night owl just like his little brother. After two rings he answered.

“Hi handsome.”

“Hey sweetheart, is everything okay? Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I can’t. I miss you.”

He smiled. “I miss you too you baby more than you know.”

“It gets really lonely and cold when you aren’t here.”

“Same here. New York is really busy as always, plus with a nest of vampires on the loose…” You hear a sigh leave his lips. “I can’t wait to get home.”

“How is the case going? Is Sam okay?” Sammy had broken 3 ribs few weeks ago while working a case in Chicago and since then he had been in pretty bad shape. Dean tried to tell him to stay home with you but of course he wouldn’t listen.

“Sammy is good; sleeping like a baby and the case…well I’m watching Game of thrones right now. We will go finish this tomorrow. How is your leg?”

A smile appeared on your face. The love you shared for Game of thrones was the thing that brought you two together in the first place. One night it just happened. You were sitting on the couch watching your favorite show all snuggled up under the blanket when you felt something on your thigh, his touch…it gave you butterflies. You were confused but at the same time you could feel the excitement. When your eyes met, few seconds later so did your lips and, well the rest was history. He told you he wanted to kiss you as long as he could remember which made you blush instantly.

“You are always in the mood for Game of thrones. The leg is good I guess, I’m so sick of doing nothing all day.”  

“You know me.” He smiled. “I know, I know.”

“I know you have been gone for just 3 days but I really miss you.”

“I miss you too.”

“Hey Dean?”

“Yes?”

“I love you please be careful out there.”

“I love you too and don’t worry I will sweetheart.”

Hearing his voice was enough to make you fall asleep. Your eyes felt heavy, your brain felt lost in a deep state of happiness when you remembered who slept on the other side of the bed and you started drifting. Plus something about his voice screamed You are safe.

“Good night handsome see you soon. Thank you for existing.” You said.

“Good night (Y/N).”

[this-is-krikkit]

Hii! If you're taking prompts then can you plz do some levihan on this:

'I've been born in the wrong timeline and the wrong gender!'

'And you realized that after sixteen years?'

hello! you're the first anon i don't feel i have to apologize to for taking too long to reply to a prompt lmao, hope you'll enjoy this!

of swords and crushes (1.4k words)

tags: levihan, modern AU (coffee shop AU if you squint), game of thrones references but you don't need to be a big fan to get em, GOT-typical violence mentioned

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“I’m telling you, I was born in the wrong timeline and the wrong sex!” Hange exclaims, trading their branded apron for their civilian coat and giving a last minute check to the coffee shop for any obvious task they might have forgotten.

Levi clicks his tongue at them, not for the first time that day, and gestures for them to leave out the front door with him.

“And you only realized that after sixteen years, while watching a blockbuster series about sword fights and magic?”

“Yes! No? I don’t know, I just know I want to be a knight!” they whine, using the tone they know their coworker can hardly stand.

“You want to be a knight, or you want to do one of them?”

“Levi! How dare you put your dirty thoughts into my pure and innocent mind!”

“I may not watch that shit show myself, shitty glasses, but I’ve seen enough screen caps and memes to know no one innocent watches it. Not with those casting choices anyway.”

Hange’s glasses reflect the setting sun and hide their eyes even as they grin devilishly at him, and he groans at his own slip up.

“Oh, you’ve seen enough screen caps to have an opinion then? Tell me, which one strikes your fancy, Neat Freak? The sadist bastard who tortures people into becoming his slaves, or the annoyingly rich golden boy who had three kids with his own sister?”

He just stares at them for a minute, then shakes his head as he locks the front door.

“I swear this show gets worse every time I hear about it,” he mumbles under his breath. “Either way, the one I like best has green eyes, and I think his father was in Lord of The Rings or something?”

“Oh… You mean, Robb Stark?”

Levi glares their way, because how the fuck would he know, again? But Hange, as always immune to his stink eye, just pulls their phone out and hands it over after a quick search.

“Here, is that him? Oh my God, you’re blushing, it’s totally him!” they squeal before Levi can even confirm it with words.

“Shut up and help me pull this down,” he requests, gesturing to the iron shutter they have to secure before leaving. “He is cute,” he still feels the need to argue defensively as Hange complies.

They chuckle and bump their shoulder to his when they squat down to help him with the heavy padlock that secures the system in place.

“He is,” they agree with a reassuring smile, before letting a sigh out. “Shame that he dies in season three though.”

“What? I thought he was, like, the main character!”

“Well, he is, until, you know... he gets his throat slit at his cousin’s wedding, right after he sees his pregnant wife getting stabbed straight into her belly.”

Levi picks up his jaw from the floor and turns to face his coworker, waiting to see if there’s any chance they could be trying to pull one on him —they don’t usually have a strong enough poker face to actually trick him, but they’ve surprised him before in the year they’ve been sharing shifts on this shitty part time job.

“She dies too, of course! Along with everyone who was with them then,” Hange adds right away, like that’s somehow reassuring.

“Why the fuck do you watch this shit, Four Eyes?” he asks, genuinely confused about it all.

“Ah, sorry, I know you’re weird about this stuff. We can talk about something else if you want,” they offer with a sheepish smile, scratching the back of their neck in discomfort.

“I’m not weird about it,” Levi corrects, dismissing their concern with a wave of his hand, “and it’s fine to discuss. I just don’t like violence for the sake of violence, or for shock value. Feels lazy to me.”

“That’s not all there is to it!”

He gives them a pointed glance, and Hange has the decency to blush a little.

“Okay, it’s probably a big part of it… But the plot does justify it most of the time so far, and some characters are really interesting and fun to try to figure out, I think you’d enjoy it! Besides, the fighting scenes are so badass, Levi!”

They launch into a mock choreography of what he can only assume is one of those scenes, and Levi doesn’t bother holding back a chuckle as he walks alongside them. He ignores the puzzled looks from people who pass them by, throwing a glare or two whenever someone dares to stare for too long with judging eyes.

“How do you have so much energy after the shift you just pulled on top of a day in class, for fuck's sake? I really feel like I’m the older one here sometimes.”

And alright, Levi does have another, early and demanding job to go to while other kids his age are in school, which might explain his own state of tiredness. But Hange truly is something else, stamina-wise.

“That’s because you’re an old soul, Levi, whereas I’m brand new and enthusiastic about what the world has to offer! And about swords!”

“Yeah, right. Why don’t you sign up to fencing lessons and get it out of your system for good?”

“Sure, let me give up this side job I only took for the fun of it, ask my imaginary butler to fetch my thousand dollars allowance from my billionaire parents and I’ll do just that!”

He bites the inside of his cheek to prevent his smile from stretching too wide, even though he knows Hange will be able to tell they got him with that one anyway.

“Point taken,” he gives in.

The walk back to their subway station is silent, a little less comfortable than usual when they’re both painfully aware that Hange’s now thinking about their own financial issues —the unfortunate reason they even took this job and met Levi in the first place.

He looks around the industrial neighborhood they’re walking, and spots two long rusty metal pipes hanging out from a bin nearby. In a fit of renewed energy he didn’t suspect he could have, he rushes over there, grabs them —heavier than they look, but he knows they can both handle it— and throws one at Hange’s feet.

“Here you go, Sir Hange Zoë,” he declares, feeling absolutely ridiculous as he stands in what he hopes looks like a sword fighting position —he sure hopes Hange will give him a break, it’s not like he has a wide frame of reference for this. “Fight me.”

They chortle, the sound immediately brightening the mood —and Levi’s day.

“You don’t have to do this, Levi. You were right, it’s kind of childish.”

He frowns and charges, hitting their shin lightly with his shabby weapon. Hange’s eyebrows shoot up on their forehead, and he can tell they’re slowly giving in.

“Levi! You can’t attack a defenseless maiden, that’s not gentleman-y at all!”

“You’re not a maiden, dumbass. And who said I’m a gentleman?”

Next time he lunges, they block the blow thanks to their own pipe and send him stumbling back —with a force that would surprise anyone else considering how lanky they look in their baggy clothes, and a fire in their eyes that would no doubt freak them out too. Levi, however, has known for months now that the tall nerdy weirdo look is only a mask hiding a fierce, passionate kid who might just be the strongest person he’s ever met —in more ways than one.

Sadly, they’re also much more —how did they put it again? Oh, right— enthusiastic about the whole fighting thing than he’d foreseen, and he soon finds himself having an actual hard time holding them off. One of their well placed hits shatters the pipe he was holding in his hold, and he thanks his lucky star that the combat has to end as he puts both hands up.

“Alright, I yield! You’re right, Four Eyes, you would have made a great knight.”

“Thank you!” they reply with a wink and a graceless curtsy.

Hange throws their pipe back into the trash can, before holding out their hand to ask for the some of the hand gel Levi’s already rubbing on his palms. He throws them a disapproving look, more for show than anything else, and gives them some —really, he’s kind of excited that they’re finally getting some of his neat freak habits, as they always call them.

“So, I won, right?” they ask him when they start walking again.

“Tch, I guess you did,” he grants them, not up to point out how questionable that statement is when really, breaking your opponent’s weapon has to be against the rules, right?

“Then my prize is... that you have to watch the next season with me!”

He spends the rest of the walk and the three subway stations they share trying to get out of that commitment.

(He fails.)

[thesunshineriptide]

I was thinking, what if while at Y/N's house the boys end up finding the Grimm Brothers/Original stories they're based off. Like the original Snow White or Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Anderson. And Y/N admitting that they were more familiar with those versions than the Disney version was expecting to be skinned alive when they first arrived in Twisted Wonderland

I’m so so fucking pumped for this ask because I’m a huge NERD and I know the original stories so well. Fairytales and folk tales and mythology are one of my special interests you cut straight to my heart thank you anon. Also you didn’t specify what universe this is so I’m putting it in the our world au and if you want me to do the other characters I will GLADLY do them I adore these. ++ I will probably do Idia reacting to Greek myths sometime soon but my brain is honestly kinda mush and narrowing down just one myth is a little hard but I’ll get back to it

This Isn’t How Our Story Ends

Characters: Riddle, Trey, Leona, Ruggie, Azul, Jade, Floyd, Kalim, Jamil, Vil, Rook, Idia, Malleus, Lilia

Warning: the original tales of each story are dark. As such, there will be mentions of mature topics such as death, poisoning, drowning, murder, insanity, and more. Read at your own discretion.

Cw// spoilers for chapters 1-5, swearing, dark topics and themes.

“What’s this?” He had asked innocently, holding up the book in question.

“Huh? Oh, that’s…” Yuu thought of how to explain this, “Well, it’s a story. Kinda. Um…well…”

Hamlet

It’s fairly well known that the story of Hamlet is the origin of The Lion King (although interestingly enough it seems there’s a real life historical parallel with the story of Sundiata Keita) thus Leona and Ruggie’s interests in this particular story may wain. Shakespeare is dreadfully dry at times and best performed live, which means…Movie night! For this particular iteration I would recommend watching a live taping rather than a film adaptation because otherwise you just miss out on like, half the important shit. Also if you haven’t read or seen hamlet there’s a lovely novelized adaptation that actually adds MORE content and makes it very fun

Leona sat back as he watched the actors take the final bow. Ruggie was nervously sitting beside him, shifting from side to side like he couldn’t quite get comfortable.

“They all died?”

“Yep.” Yuu responded dispassionately.

“And the uncle…” Leona started, eyes looking over everything in the room except Yuu and Ruggie, “In the, uh…”

“That’s the king of beasts, in your world.” They said, “It’s…yeah.”

“He killed for the throne?” Ruggie asked, somewhat surprised.

“I mean, Leona tried to kill Malleus for a game, I’m not sure why you’re surprised.”

“I wasn’t gonna kill ���im.” Leona grumbled, “Just put him out of commission for a while. Not tryina start a war or anything…”

“Okay, you attempted to maybe kill him.”

“That’s not- whatever.” He sighed, “So, I’m the uncle. Is Ruggie the guy who got stabbed? The…sheriff? Or whatever?”

“I guess in this analogy, yes.”

“Gross.” Ruggie wrinkled his nose, “I’d rather be the girl.”

“Ophelia?”

“Is that the one that drowned?”

“Yes?” Yuu worried.

“Yeah, her. Anything to get away from this analogy.”

Leona snickered and ruffled Ruggie’s hair, earning him a harsh smack to the forearm which he ignored.

“Did the king of beasts have his own sheriff? According to your world?”

“Uh, he had the hyenas. And Zazu, I guess, but none were exactly loyal.”

“Did the king of beasts kill his nephew?” Ruggie blurted out.

“Nah, but he tried. Instead, the nephew killed him.”

Leona wrinkled his nose, joking in a deadpan tone, “Guess it’s time to off the little furball back home.” When neither Yuu nor Ruggie laughed, he frowned, “You know I’m joking, right? I wouldn’t kill my nephew.”

“You tried to kill me.” Ruggie said.

“And me.” Yuu agreed.

“That was ONE TIME-“

The Little Mermaid

Fun facts the little mermaid was written by Hans Christian Andersen and depending on the historical lens you like to apply was maybe gay. Also, the sea witch doesn’t have a name and doesn’t have eels which means Azul and the twins will be sorely disappointed. Anyway the original story is an angst fest because Hans was an emo at his core and the princess dies at the end

Azul stared at the pages of the book as he slowly closed it. He adjusted his glasses, looking to the twins as he finished. The two looked sick, wearing grim expressions. Floyd stared to his shoes while Jade looked to Azul.

The Octavinelle dorm leader cleared his throat, then took a sip of his water. After a few moments, he turned to Yuu.

“This was a deeply unpleasant experience.”

Yuu snorted a little and nodded, “Fair enough. It’s honestly what I thought was gonna happen to me when I made that deal with you.”

All three of them looked shocked and stared at Yuu like they’d grown three heads.

“Yuu…” Jade started tentatively.

“You know turning to sea foam is like, the worst punishment you can get in the Coral Sea, right?” Floyd cut in, eyes blunt.

Yuu’s expression dropped. They turned and checked each of the trio to see if they were joking and…no, no that’s real.

“What?”

Jade stared at them in deep contemplation, before piping up, “I suppose you wouldn’t know that, it isn’t something the kingdom advertises, per say…”

“But it’s something almost every merman knows.” Azul finished, “This version of the sea witch is…cruel. Unusually so, to sentence a mermaid to that hell.”

“And a princess, nonetheless.” Jade agreed, “Incredibly vile.”

“‘M real glad that’s now our real history. Just somethin the land folk made up, although it’s still rude.” Floyd said, taking the book, “It’s a real stupid deal anyway, the sea witch didn’t even get anything from that. And she didn’t even have any eels!”

“Maybe it was a different sea witch? I dunno man, it’s honestly kinda what I thought I’d be in for.”

“Is that why you were so fearful when we intervened with your proceedings?” Jade asked, looking somewhat amused, “Prefect, we wouldn’t be that cruel.”

“I mean, we could.” Floyd leaned in, teeth sparkling white as the sun shone off them. He could have given a lens flare. “But we like you, so we won’t.”

“We couldn’t be that cruel.” Azul said firmly, “The fate of becoming sea foam is certainly no joke. We wouldn’t dream of it.”

Yuu was a bit flushed in their embarrassment, turning away to mumble something.

“What was that?” Azul hummed

“I said I feel stupid.”

“Sorry, one more time, I couldn’t hear you.” Jade grinned, leaning in closer.

“I Said,” they turned toward the trio, “That now I feel stupid.”

The three just smirked smugly back and Yuu felt like maybe they wished they’d turned to sea foam (not really)

1001 Arabian Nights

The original story of Aladdin and his magic lamp was honestly very different from the Disney film. Beyond some basic plot points (princess in a castle being in love with a street boy, a genie, etc) the story is virtually different. The main apparent thing being that there’s not one, but TWO genies, and the evil schemer is a wizard pretending to be Aladdin’s uncle, not a vizier taking advantage of the king. On the whole, I think Jamil and Kalim would be interested but wholly unimpressed. Oh, also a lot of murder.

Jamil hummed as he looked at the last page, tilting his head to the side as he thought.

“Aladdin doesn’t…seem like a good person.” Kalim said, staring at the book Jamil was holding. “He just…killed someone?”

“Granted, it was to save the princess,” Jamil began, looking to Kalim for only a moment. He gazed back down, “I can understand something like that. However…”

“There’s a lot of…slavery in this story.” Kalim finished, messing with his fingers, “I don’t like that.”

“The Asim Family-“

“I would never want you to do something you don’t want to.” Kalim said solemnly.

Jamil went silent, looking out the window. He tapped his finger against the edge of the book, lost in thought. “I still do, though. There are plenty of things I do for you that I don’t like.”

There was a silence as Yuu looked between them. Kalim looked hurt, and ashamed. Jamil looked…carefully put together. But deeply uncomfortable.

Yuu cautiously reached forward, taking the book from Jamil, who didn’t acknowledge it but did allow them to take it.

“I’m quite interested in this Roc bird that’s mentioned,” Jamil said suddenly, “It is to be the master of all genies?”

“Maybe it commands Azul.” Yuu joked, thinking back to Jamil’s words just before he’d overblotted.

Jamil glowered in return, but this did earn a laugh from Kalim.

The vice housewarden turned to contemplate the coffee table rather deeply, then murmured, “This tale does ring similar to our history, but rather different. It’s…odd. Like they were cut from the same cloth.”

Yuu shrugged, “It’s just a story. Nobody really got hurt.” They assured when Kalim looked momentarily uncomfortable again.

Snow White

The Grimm telling of Snow White is also fairly similar to the Disney telling, with the exception of the Evil Queen being WAY more persistent in the murder thing. She attempts to kill Snow three times. The first by cinching her corset so tight that she passed out, but it was unable to kill her. She tries again by gifting her a poisoned hair comb, which again fails to kill her. The third time, the poisoned apple, is the charm. She bites the apple, goes into a coma, glass coffin blah blah blah. Prince finds her coffin, decides she’s a real babe and takes her and the coffin home with him. On the journey back, one of the prince’s servants trips and knocks the coffin into something, which somehow manages to dislodge the piece of apple in the princess’s throat and bring her back to life. Yay! Then she tries to kill her again, fails, and is punished to dance in red hot slippers until she dies. Yay…?

Vil and Rook sat on opposite sides of the couch. Rook was staring pointedly at the wall while Vil was staring directly at the hunter.

“It’s quite interesting-“

“Not a word out of you.” Vil cut him off, turning his attention to his nails instead.

Yuu sat across from them, snapping the book shut to put it away, “Maybe this wasn’t a great idea.”

“You think?”

Rook looked like he wanted to say something, a finger up as though he were conducting an invisible choir.

“Rook Hunt. Keep your mouth shut, you fucking traitor.”

“You said you wished for me to be true in my heart!” He defended.

Yuu took this as the moment to leave the room, clutching the book close,

“Spudling, where are you going? Come back here.”

Yuu squeaked nervously before coming back to stand in front of him, a sheepish smile on their face, “Hmm?”

Vil looked them up and down, before leaning forward to straighten Yuu’s clothes, “Spudling, is this why you were so nervous when Trappola and Spade ate that apple tart?”

“I honestly kinda thought you killed them.” Yuu admitted with a titter.

Vil’s eyebrows shot up as he glanced to make eye contact with them, “Do you think I’m so cruel?”

“I didn’t know what to think.” They said honestly, hands reaching to stop Vil’s from moving, “All I knew was that Rook calls you the king of poisons, and my friends suddenly collapsed after eating apples. Two and two together lead to poisoning.”

Rook began to laugh loudly, then coughed to cover it and continued to not look at Vil.

Vil frowned, “I would never kill anyone, Spudling-“

“Except Neige.”

“NEIGE KNOWS WHAT HE FUCKING DID-“

Sleeping Beauty

Honestly this one is too graphic for me to explain in detail but let’s just say that the prince is even worse in this one than in the Disney version. Consent isn’t even a question for him he does not care. Also the cure in this version was kind of similar to snow white’s, in which a fragment of the spindle is stuck in Briar Rose’s finger and once it is dislodged she’s freed from the curse. Seriously though, wouldn’t recommend looking this one up to anyone who’s faint of heart. It’s seriously gross.

Malleus and Lilia don’t seem to surprised as you finish the tale. In fact, they don’t even bother to keep talking about it, and it’s totally not because the author of this doesn’t want to get into how absolutely disgusting it is that the 100 year old 16 year old has two kids that she definitely didn’t want, or how fucking gross the prince is to do what he did, it’s because they’re old as fuck and already kinda knew.

Lilia just goes back to setting your kitchen on fire while Malleus decides he’s going to read every other fairy story except this one because this one sucked and his grandma didn’t even turn into a dragon :/

Alice in Wonderland

Strictly speaking, the 1950’s animated film of Alice in Wonderland is not all that different from its inspiration. Most story beats are faithful to the original, with the exception of tweedle dee and tweedle dum, which actually appear in the sequel Alice through the looking glass. It appears that within Twisted Wonderland’s universe, while there is some misinterpretation of the Queen of Hearts herself, the information given in the film is well known based off of the comments given in the ‘chats’ with each character. It is unknown whether the Tim burton films have any bearing on twisted wonderland’s history, though based off of Riddle’s design and character it appears it may have been a source of inspiration at the least. All of this is to say that none of this particular story would be much of a surprise to any of the characters, as for them it’s very grounded in reality. This isn’t to say there wouldn’t be a surprise, though….

Riddle had been quietly sitting on the couch reading a book for about an hour now. It seemed as though he was nearing the end, and he looked both confused and enraptured by it.

“What’s that?” Yuu asked.

Riddle looked up, and with a carefully crafted blank face he held up the book so they could read the cover.

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

“Ah,” Yuu said nervously, “Good read?”

Riddle tilted his head, “You never told me there were stories of twisted wonderland in your world.”

“That’s cause it’s not twisted wonderland.” Yuu defended, “That’s just regular wonderland.”

“The difference being?” Riddle asked, tone taking on a biting edge.

“It isn’t twisted?” They tried, shrugging, “I didn’t think it would interest you, honestly. It’s a lot of the same stuff as history class.”

Trey took this EXACT moment to walk into the room. He took one look at Riddle’s twitching eyebrow and realized that, oh shit, time to intervene. “What’s going on here?” He asked tentatively.

“This- ah…” Riddle took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself, “This world has stories of Wonderland. Yuu neglected to mention this, in my opinion, rather imperative information.”

Yuu shrugged, “It’s just a children’s story. What could be so important?”

“Perhaps the fact that someone travels to and from Wonderland?” Riddle bit back, “Or perhaps that if your world has information on ours, then it isn’t fiction?”

Yuu blanched for a moment before calming themself. “Riddle,” they began, frowning, “I’m sorry. I didn’t think of that. But I have a very…different look on it.”

Riddle raised an eyebrow, urging Yuu to continue. Trey in the midst of this sat down beside Riddle, taking the book from him.

“This was written by someone named Charles Dodgeson, also known as Lewis Carroll. He wrote this for a trio of girls he used to tutor and babysit.” Yuu began, sitting down on the coffee table in front of Riddle and Trey. “He would often take them on canoe rides and tell them stories, making it up as he went along. He favored one particular girl, named Alice Liddell, and favored to write the story about her.”

Riddle looked unimpressed and confused at the same time, “But-“

“Riddle.” Trey said softly, “Let them continue.”

“Dodgeson was eventually fired by the Liddell family due to what was described as a ‘family affair’, the nature of which was never known. After that, for a bit of money he printed the story and sold it, then made wrote a sequel called ‘through the looking glass’.”

Riddle and Trey sat in silence before Riddle piped up, “Through the Looking Glass?”

“Mhmm.” Yuu said, “Alice returns to wonderland after walking through an enchanted looking glass. The rest of the adventure is similar to the first, changing from moment to moment.”

Riddle stared, fists curled in a ball and shaking. “So there’s a way home?”

Yuu looked surprised, “N-no, Riddle, it’s just a stor-“

“IT’S NOT JUST A STORY!” He cried, “It has to be real, you see that don’t you? You got to our world through a mirror, we got stuck here through one too. So there’s got to be another way back! Alice- Alice is real. She had to have gone….” He began to settle down, eyes filling with unshod tears.

Trey looked between Yuu and Riddle, “He’s right. It…would make sense. And…that’s a pen name, isn’t it? How do we know Alice didn’t write that?”

Yuu looked lost, staring down at the sobbing Riddle, who was murmuring various incoherent thoughts all in a long string.

“I’m so, so sorry…” Yuu said quietly, “We…I didn’t….I’m sorry. We can look, okay? I’ll do some research. We’ll get you home…”

[twinflamin]

Better than I know myself

Mason Mount x reader

Summary/Request: Reader and Mason take part in GQ’s couples quiz. His fans reaction afterwards catches both your attention

Disclaimer: Fluff, sexual innuendo’s 

You were in the GQ studios in London, all ready on set for your quiz. You had your cards ready as you and your boyfriend sat on two black chairs, facing each other. The director gave you the thumbs up and camera’s were rolling.

“Hi guys I’m Y/N Y/LN, I’m here with my boyfriend, Chelsea golden boy, TikTok heart throb, fan-girl favourite...” 

“OK! that’s enough you” Mason said sarcastically and smiled, feeling embarrassed from your teasing. You giggled at his nerves.

“I’m with my amazing and talented boyfriend, Mason Mount. We are with GQ today, and were going to see how well he knows me with these questions” you announce and wave the cards with questions around in your hand.

Mason rubs his hands together and takes a deep breath, hyping himself up in excitement. “Let’s do this”.

“Ok first question here we go” you began as you read the first card. “What’s my favourite colour?”

“That’s easyyy, It’s blue”. cocky Mason out to play for the camera’s you thought, you smiled loving his cheekiness.

“That’s correct it is blue” you praised and shuffled the cards.

“It’s Chelsea blue, my favourite” Mason shot you a wink with a smile which you loved.

“Ok next question, what was I wearing when we first met?”. Mason’s confidence was knocked as he wasn’t sure.

“baby, how am I supposed to remember that. That was years ago!”, Mason sulked.

You gasped, pulling a shocked face jokingly, “are you kidding, It was such as special moment! I’ll give you a hint” leaning over to him in the chair and tried to remind him.

“It’s something you wear when It’s warm, and when I go for a swim...” 

“OH, you had that bikini on I remember now! Course because we met on holiday”, mentally the boy face planted his head at his memory. 

“Can you remember what this bikini looked like? gonna have to answer if you want the point” you said.

Mason let out a chuffed laugh, and dragged his tongue across his lips, the memories coming back of how good you looked on that sunny day. “Well I remember there wasn’t much of a bikini was there?” he teased, recalling how small the bikini was and how much it revealed of your chest and bum. 

You cleared your throat, feeling a little embarrassed “Ok moving on”, you quickly put the card to the bottom of the pile. Mason, now teasing you at your own quiz.

 “What’s my favourite Tv show?” you asked him.

“You mean our favourite Tv show, It’s Game of Thrones!” Mason cheered how he knew that one right off the bat. He remembered how you had told him you had never watched it, so he sat with you all curled up on the sofa every night, and watched every episode until the end. Mason would gladly re-watch that show for about the tenth time for you.

“We have the same favourite everything, we’re so annoying” you laughed behind the cards. “It’s not annoying, Just means we’re the perfect couple I guess”.

You both laughed at his cringey comment. But you secretly were each others biggest fans. You were too good for each other.

“Oh! How about this one”, you found a card which you liked. “How many tattoo’s do I have and where are they?”

“I can do this”, Mason, winding you and the camera up again, pretended to warm his hands up, cracking his knuckles and his neck, side to side. You role your eyes with a smirk, the boy loved to showboat.

He began his answer, “You have two on your arm, there and there” he pointed on his own arm to present their where-abouts.

“That’s right, keep going” you said.

“Then there’s one on your ribcage, about here. And you have a little one on your ankle here” pointing them out.

“Yes well done” you nodded, impressed.

“And then there’s my favourite one, on your lower back. Only I know you have that one, don’t I Y/N”. He sat still and just smiled with a big toothy grin, knowing he had just exposed a secret of yours. Your parents didn’t even know about that tattoo.

You gave in, “Yes, that’s true, only you Mase”.

Mason waved his hands in front of him, as if he was holding something, picturing the scene, “I always remember that one because It’s where I put my hand when we-”

“Mason!!” you interrupted him before he could expose too much infomation for the camera’s. You gave yourself a mental reminder to not let your parents watch this interview.

You both laughed at his behaviour, you shaking your head, and continued on with the quiz.

A few days later, and you and Mason were at home together. After a long day at work for the two of you, you were settled down on the sofa together in a cuddle. Mason was scrolling through Netflix until you both agreed on something, as you were curled on by his side.

Suddenly your phone let off a ping, a little too loud as your tired selves groaned at the high pitched bell. It might be something urgent as only important alerts should be coming through your phone when you had it silenced. You took your phone off the table to see what it was about.

It was a text message from your sister, and it simply read:

You two are the cringest couple ever lol

That’s a bit random you thought, you started to type back your reply as Mason continued to scroll for your evening watch. “Who was it?” he groaned.

“My sister, she said we’re the cringest couple ever?”

Mason turned to you, about to question your sisters odd comment to make at this hour, until his phone also began to ping, and again, and again, and your’s began to join in. More and more messages and pings were flooding in.

You sat up from Mason, “What the hell is going on! Did we do something Mason?”.

“No we haven’t. Don’t worry, Let me have a look” Mason said calming you down and hitting the twitter app which he usually keeps closed to avoid looking at hateful comments. But he was met with nothing of the sorts.

This is so cute!!

You guys are perfect for eachother <3

When’s the wedding??

“Mason look! our interview is out!” you found on Instagram where GQ had tagged you and Mason in a few posts. Fan’s were going crazy over your quiz video, and you had captured the hearts of the world. You cheeks were burning as your smile only grew. You were feeling all the love that was beaming from your phone screen, it made you emotional. 

“I think I’ve just found my favourite comment...” Mason smirked, burying his giggles with the neck of his hoodie. He turned the phone towards you where he showed you the fan comment.

Mason Mount rly just told the world Y/N Y/LN likes it from behind.

“Mason!” you gasped and tried to grab the phone from him, tackling him down onto the sofa where you lay on top of him. Mason burst into a fit of giggles, holding the phone out of your reach. He knew the comment was very well, true, but of course only he could be the fact checker of that ;)

[mediacircuspod]

“The Magic Trick You Didn’t See” is an essay written by an author who is on Tumblr, user ariaste. I think it’s a very well put together argument for “The Book of Life Theory” that has merit. However, I think there might be too much editing going on. I will explain.

I want to start this by being completely honest. I’m not sold on any theories because in the past I was so incredibly wrong about countless theories on Game of Thrones that made complete sense, I swear. But also were me just making up reasons for how the story could go my way. I’m actually really into the concept of “wait and see” because it places me firmly in the seat of “audience” or “consumer” and those are, in my opinion, the best seats in the house. 

So I’m not really a subscriber to the coffee theory or the book of life theory or the body switch theory, NOT because I don’t think they’re true or smart or have merit, but because I would genuinely like to “wait and see”. Even if that wait is until 2027. I waited this long for season 2, I’m not afraid of a few years for a good story.

Anyway, go read the very long, but very intelligent google doc, because even if you’re not sure about the theory, it has some REALLY cool meta, and some interesting easter eggs that you might have missed upon viewing the season the first go around, the very long document is HERE.

Alright here’s some highlights. Basically the essay is about how The Metatron could be pulling strings on Season Two with the help of “The Book of Life” for a number of reasons. Corresponding evidence being the lack of God’s narration, Maggie as a character, Eccles Cakes, and a whole lot of meticulous details. I really, really love the format of the essay too, but that’s just me being a nerd about magic tricks and “The Prestige” as a concept and as a movie. 

Where I diverge on this theory is simply how liberally it is applied, as well as the use of “bad” to describe certain ways of writing. And this is where my hot take kind of lies; I don’t think Good Omens 2 was bad. On purpose or by accident. I’m not saying my opinion is right, I’m just stating that that is where my perspective comes from. Now. Let’s get into why I like this essay. 

It’s so cool. And detailed. And smart. I love reading things that connect dots and describe a persons critical thought process, and wow, this essay is incredible at doing all of that. The sheer amount of information I learned from taking the time to read it gave me a lot of insight about the things I missed on my watch of the season. I found I was a lot more distracted by the Austen-esque pacing than the author of the essay who noticed things like disappearing eccles cakes, how no one else’s power went out during Crowley’s lightning storm and a load of other things. But also, being “along for the ride” made me kind of protective of the story being told. Because Season 2 isn’t the beginning, middle, and end of a story, like season 1 was. It is the “quiet, gentle, and romantic” middle of a plot sandwhich.

In any case, the essay poses quite a few things. The only major issue I have is the idea that The Book of Life can alter will, and not just situation. I don’t think Crowley or Aziraphale are changed by the Book of Life. Their actions seem distinctly them throughout the entire season, which is exactly why the season needed to end on the note it did. Obviously from a story point, we need Aziraphale to go to heaven for what I imagine is the conflict of season 3; The Second Coming. But from an internal perspective, Aziraphale’s character demanded to make that decision. It wasn’t out of character, it was distinctly in character. And yes, he could have been influenced, or manipulated, or hiding something, but he’s been affected by all of those ideas for the entirety of his existence anyway. He’s had 6000 years of The Heavenly Host manipulating him, and he’s had exactly 4 years of being on his own side(openly) with Crowley. He’s going to still be susceptible to their tactics, especially if they say exactly what he’s been wanting to hear for his whole existence. “We were wrong, and you were right.” Metatron really pulled out every stop of the proper apology except for the little dance. We were wrong about you, We were wrong about how to run things, We were wrong about Crowley. You can come back and you can bring him and you can fix everything. Crowley refusing isn’t heaven’s fault, they still offered. It’s Crowley who rejected Aziraphale. (For good reason, but that’s not what this meta is about.) I made a post about Crowley and his relationship to forgiveness HERE, if you were interested.

So maybe things were changed by the book of life, the analysis on the opening credits is amazing, like great job. But I don’t know if they were. But that’s literally just me holding onto the plot of season 2 and shouting from the top of my lungs, “ITS ACTUALLY GOOD THOUGH BECAUSE I LIKE IT AND WHAT IT SETS UP” And who knows, we might be all wrong and what actually happened is that the whole thing was a very detailed dream that Aziraphale wrote down in one of his journals.

[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?"

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