#bishop has eyebrows and I’m not letting this go

[abbyromanoff]

If possible could you do a enemies to lovers for G!P Kate Bishop x Tracksuit Mafia Fem Reader where reader and Kate are having a fist fight that turns into a sex session that ends with reader becoming pregnant with Kate's baby

They Can’t Know

Pairings: Kate Bishop x reader

Word count: 2028

Warnings: violence, fighting, mafia’s, Kate has a dick, blowjobs, breeding kink, tummy bulges, daddy kink, praise kink, pregnancy, nicknames, flirty!Kate, small angst

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Stop fighting me!” The girl, who you found out was named Kate, yelled. She had you pinned down below her, your knees being freed as you took it as your shot to knee her in the stomach. She groaned, the small moment of weakness allowing you to take her arm and pin her down to be in your previous position. You quickly grabbed the knife from your pocket, placing it against her neck as you watched her struggle to escape.

“Please, I won’t hurt you, just let me go.”

“And who said I don’t want to hurt you?”

“Trust me, you don’t want to.”

“And how would you know that?”

“I can tell, Y/N.” Your eyes widened briefly before you relaxed, trying your best to hide any emotions she could use against you. You had never told her your name, but you guessed she had done some research on you beforehand. Smart move.

“I won’t let you kill her. Even if I have to take her spot, I will die protecting her.” She furrowed her eyebrows as the oxygen started lowering in her body. If she didn’t stop you soon, she knew this would be close to her last breath.

“Who is ‘she’ meant to be?”

“Maya Lopez. I’m not letting you near her.” That only confused her more. She wasn’t here for Maya, she was here for someone else. She had yet to know his name, only knowing he lacked a great amount of hair and was on the larger side. He had conversations with her mother, conversations she later learned led to her father's death when she was little.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She struggled to get the words out. You noticed her breath shortening even more and removed your arm from her neck in fear.

“What do you mean you don’t know? Of course, you know! You’re here to kill her.” Kate coughed multiple times and rolled over on the floor, trying her best to gain the little strength she had left in her.

“I’m not here to kill her, I’m here for him.” She grabbed a photo of the man she was after, watching as the gears turned in your head. You let out an embarrassed sigh and stood up, walking over to her and awkwardly offering your hand to help her stand. You could see the red marks staining her neck, the guilt building up even more.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I-I thought-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, I understand.” There was a small silence filling the area before she released a chuckle. You looked back at her, silently urging her to speak, anything to fill this unpleasant quiet nature.

“These marks definitely won’t be going away for a while.” She noticed your guilt-ridden face and shook her head.

“Don’t feel bad, sweetheart, they’re not that bad.” She said, “If anything, they’re kinda hot.” You laughed at her words, slowly trailing over to her and motioning for her to look up. She did as you asked. You examined her red skin while her eyes couldn’t leave you. She watched the concentration on your face with a smirk, the woman you just beat up was being cared for by you so gently, it was almost as if you hadn’t just choked her out. You finally caught on to her glances and nervously looked back down.

“Don’t look away, sweetheart. You’re beautiful.” She snapped her fingers in front of your face to get your attention back on her.

“Are you seriously trying to fuck me after I just tried to kill you?” You crossed your arms against your chest as she stared at your breasts, they were practically calling her name. She licked her lips and moved her eyesight back to be inline yours.

“Hm?”

“Did you even hear what I said?” She nodded, clearly lying her way out of it.

“Okay,” You started, “Then tell me what I said.” She closed the small space between you two, imagining your plump lips on hers. Your fit body beneath hers once more, but this time, it won’t be due to a fight. Her hand made contact with your cheek, cupping your soft face and pulling you closer until you could feel her breath against yours.

“I think you were saying something about how badly you wanted me to kiss you right now.” She trailed on, not being able to waste another second and connecting her lips with yours in a hurry. Her hands found place on your lower back near your butt as your placed themselves on her chest, slowly going down as the kiss progressed. You could feel her hardened length pressing against your core, begging for any sort of touch.

When it got difficult to breathe you finally released her lips, your eyes widening as you backed away from her lust-filled self.

“Kate, we can’t do this.”

“Why not?” You had just kissed her, practically made out with her and now you were denying it?

“If my boss finds out-”

“Don’t worry about her right now, baby, just think about this.” She could see you debating with yourself on what you wanted to do. You wanted more than anything for her to fuck you, have you make a mess all over her until you couldn’t take it anymore. But you knew the consequences as well. If Maya found out you had slept with someone she had been looking for for nearly 3 years, she’d kill you.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” Your lack of response caused her to continue. “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you. I bet you’re such a hard little worker, willing to ruin your wants for Maya’s needs. Are you my good girl, baby?” You nodded breathlessly.

“Yeah, you are. Now why don’t you get on your knees for me, love.” Your knees hit the ground with a small force, your hands trailing to her pants. You cupped her covered length and smiled as you could hear her breath hitch. She smiled and fluttered her eyes shut, your fingers slowly unzipping her jeans until she was left in just her boxers.

“Stop being such a tease and just-”

“Just what, Katey?” Her cheeks reddened at the nickname, you took notice.

“C’mon, Kate, tell me what you want me to do.” You mimicked her words from earlier, chuckling to yourself as she groaned in frustration.

“Just- fuck me already!”

“Now, now, baby, didn’t your mother ever teach you some manners?” She was nearly fed up with you, it wasn’t the time to tease, she was desperate. Her cock was dripping in pre cum as you slowly trailed her boxers down her legs.

“Please, Y/N. Please fuck me.”

“That’s more like it.” Your hands went up and down her hips for a split second before finding their way to her leaking cock. You wrapped it around her length and kissed the head, smiling as you caught the small taste of her.

You made her feel things no woman had ever made her feel. She was in need of more, your mouth wasn’t enough. And when she fucked your face with little to no mercy, she could only imagine how your pussy must’ve felt. Your walls gripping her with dear life as she filled you up until you were dripping.

“Lay down, baby, I need to fuck this sweet cunt.”

“Fucking on a rooftop, real romantic, don’t you think?” Her cock prodded at your hole, her fingers finding their way to your pulsing clit. Her lips attacked yours in a frenzied haze. She couldn’t get enough of you, of your body, of the way you fit so well in her arms.

“My perfect little girl, so pretty you are.” Her free hand went to your nipples under your shirt, pinching and tweaking them until you were squirming beneath her.

“Shh, it’s alright, my love. I’m gonna take care of you, I promise.” You nodded, the words trying to escape only failing as the pleasure became unbearable.

“Kate-” You gasped out. “I need you. I need you inside of me.” You cupped her cheeks and made her stare directly into your eyes, her pupils being dilated and blown out. You were just the same, staring at her with a certain want in your eyes.

“Didn’t your mother ever teach you your manners, hm?” She mocked, listening to your whines with a grin. You could feel her slowly filling you up, your mouth letting out a gasp before dropping open as moans tumbled out of you. She kissed your forehead, letting her lips linger for a moment too long.

“Tell me when I can move, okay?” She waited patiently as you adjusted to the stretch. You had never felt so full. You knew it was wrong, yet, it felt so sinfully sweet. You prayed nobody would ever find out about this, but you didn’t want to stop. You didn’t want to consider the consequences, you just wanted her.

“You can move, Kate.” You mumbled out, your hand interlocking with hers as she started a slow yet harsh pace. You bit your lip as the fiery pain slowly faded into one of pleasure.

“Oh, daddy.” You moaned quietly, feeling Kate stop as she rendered what you had just said.

“What did you just call me?” Before you could apologize she continued, “Say it again.” Hearing those words leave your lips was like heaven. She couldn’t help the way she thrusted into you with such force, you drove her insane.

“Please, daddy, please fuck me harder!” Her hand snaked up to your neck, your breath being cut short as she choked you harshly. It was enough to leave a mark to tend to tomorrow, you assumed it was payback to the ones you left on her.

“That’s it, moan for daddy, baby. Be the perfect little slut I know you are.” The coil in her stomach tightened as you clenched around her.

“Fuck! Daddy’s gonna make you a mommy, baby. You want that? You want daddy to fuck you full of my cum?”

“Yes, daddy! Please fill me up, I need it so bad!” She tried her best to warn you, but she failed. Her release shot deep inside of you, filling your tight hole as she stilled. You snapped, the two of you finishing in sync. You scratched down her back leaving red marks behind. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, Kate’s hand resting on your stomach as she felt a small bulge. She grasped your hand into her own and placed it on your stomach once more.

“You feel that? You feel how deep I am inside of you?” The euphoric feeling was a long-awaited one. It had been months, almost years since you had felt that good. You didn’t want it to end, but you knew Kate couldn’t be seen near you. So, you soaked in the little time you both had left, holding her against you tightly and not letting go until she had to say goodbye once and for all. Just to be safe, she gave you her number, telling you not to call on your phone but a burner phone in case Maya tracked who you called.

It had been close to a month since that day and it had never left your mind. You’d lay in bed, all alone as you slowly fingered yourself, trying anything to get that same feeling you had with Kate. But as of late, you’d been beyond sick. You had a feeling you knew what it could be, Kate hadn’t worn a condom and while you were on birth control, it didn’t always work. You had called in sick, lucky enough to be granted the day off as you were closer to the boss and she knew how hard you’d been working. The timer went off, and you turned the test over and prepared yourself for the worst.

“Shit.” Two lines. Positive. You were pregnant. And it was Kate’s baby. The woman your boss had been after for years was going to be the mother to your child. What had you gotten yourself into?

[r3dcherri3s]

Between Duty and Love

pairing: Kate Bishop x fem! reader

warnings: angst, arguing(?) reader gets mad, fluff at the end (I think that’s it? let me know if I missed something! This is my first time posting here</3)

word count: 921

summary: Kate has been spending all her time at work and has been accidentally ignoring y/n.

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Kate Bishop sat at her desk, surrounded by the remnants of her latest mission. Papers scattered, her laptop screen glowed with reports, and her phone buzzed incessantly with notifications. Kate took a moment to rub her tired eyes before diving back into the pile of paper work on her desk. It was another late night of fighting off random criminals, and going back to the compound to finish up stacks of paperwork.

Meanwhile, in the shared apartment that she and her girlfriend shared, the air hung heavy with tension. The clock struck midnight, and the front door slowly creaked open, revealing her girlfriend on the other side of the door, Y/N, with a look of frustration etched on her face.

"Kate," Y/N said, her voice tight with anger.

"You promised you'd be home hours ago. What happened?" Kate looked up, guilt written across her features. "I know, I know. I'm sorry, babe. There was just this last-minute thing I had to take care of but this is important, Y/N.” Kate breathed in. “There's been a surge in criminal activity, and the team needs me—"

Y/N interrupted, her voice rising, frustration boiled over, the pent-up emotions finally bursting forth. "The team always needs you, Kate! But what about us? What about our plans? Every time we try to spend time together, you're off on some mission or buried in work."

Kate's heart sank as she realized the toll her actions were taking on their relationship. "I'm trying to keep the city safe, Y/N. You know that." Her eyebrows furrowed as she huffed out.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stood still, the anger and hurt swirling inside you like a tempest. "I need someone who's here for me, not somebody who’s constantly gone. I can't keep living like this. I’m going to stay with a friend for awhile."

Kate's heart sank as she watched you turn away, the pain in your voice cutting through her like a knife. "Wait, Y/N, please. Let's talk about this."

But you were already halfway to the door, your footsteps echoing in the empty apartment. With a heavy heart, Kate sank back into her chair, the weight of your words bearing down on her like a crushing weight.

Days turned into weeks, the silence between you and Kate stretching on like an endless abyss. Each passing moment only served to deepen the rift between you, the pain of your separation a constant ache in both your hearts.

Alone in your friends apartment, you couldn't shake the memories of your time together. The laughter, the shared moments of intimacy, the feeling of being truly seen and understood. But alongside those memories lurked the pain of feeling abandoned.

Unable to bear the weight of your emotions any longer, you made a decision.

You made your way to the Avengers headquarters, where Kate had been spending most of her time lately. The familiar sight of the towering building filled you with a sense of apprehension, but you pushed forward anyways. As you approached a familiar office, you could hear the muffled sound of voices from within. With a hesitant knock, you pushed open the door, stepping into the dimly lit room.

Kate's eyes widened in surprise as she caught sight of you, her expression a mix of hope and trepidation as she quickly shot up from her seat and made her way towards you. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

Taking a deep breath, you squared your shoulders, steeling yourself for the conversation ahead. "I came to talk, Kate. I’m sorry." For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air. You continued speaking. “I know this job means a lot to you, I know what I signed up for when we started dating..”

Then, with a resigned sigh, Kate gestured for you to take a seat next to her.

The words poured from your lips like a rushing river, the pent-up emotions finally finding release. You spoke of your hurt and your anger, of feeling neglected and unimportant in Kate's life. But beneath it all, there was a thread of love and longing, a desperate hope that things could still be salvaged between you.

Kate listened in silence, her expression pained as she took in your words. And when you were finally spent, she reached out, taking your hand in hers.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I never meant to ignore you. I've been so caught up with work that I didn’t realize I was hurting you.” Tears welled up in Kate's eyes as she spoke, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air.

With a shaky breath, you reached out, cupping Kate's face in your hands. "I love you, Kate. But we can't keep living like this. We need to find a balance to make time for each other."

A flicker of hope lit up Kate's eyes as she leaned in, pressing her forehead against yours. "I promise, Y/N. From now on, I'll make sure to balance my job and to spend time with you.”

You smiled softly and pressed your lips against Kate’s, which she happily accepted.

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As the days passed, Kate kept true to her promise. She made a conscious effort to prioritize your relationship, carving out time in her busy schedule for you. Whether it was a quiet dinner at home, a simple stroll in the park, or simply curling up together on the couch to watch a movie. Kate made sure that you felt loved and cherished.

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AAAA sorry this was short 🙏

[endwersed]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the dreams that are @hedwig221b & @dear-massacre 🥰

Another week, another li'l excerpt from my current Sterek FWB AU WIP: you don't see me. Derek and Stiles are besties since college and roommates, and Derek is 'straight'.

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"Don't try to swallow," Stiles says. "It can be... a lot, your first time. Especially for a straight guy."

Derek frowns. “I told you, I don't mind –“

A quick, high laugh from Stiles' smiling, pink mouth effectively cuts Derek off, and he abruptly yanks the supporting hand out from under his head to clamp firm fingers around Derek's bicep.

“Dude,” he monotones, "just trust me on this.”

Derek allows himself a beat to click his tongue irritably, but concession comes soon enough, in the form of a long, heaving sigh.

“Fine,” he grouses. “Just let me know when you’re close, then.”

"Sure, yeah, fine." Stiles' agreement comes out just a little bit breathless, and he squirms against the sheets as Derek knees his way in between his easily parting legs. "Shit. Okay. This... this is actually happening. Just – take it slow, all right? And be careful with your teeth, for the love of god."

The hot skin of the outside of Derek's thigh brushes, presses up against the soft skin on the inside of Stiles', and Stiles responds with an instant intake of breath, the grip he has on his own dick through his underwear tightening for a moment.

Derek feels like he's blinking through thick, sickly sweet syrup as he tears his gaze away and up to Stiles' face.

"Feel free to smack me around the head if I'm too terrible," he jokes.

Stiles rolls his eyes. The intensity of the gesture is undermined, slightly, by the bright flush that covers the entire expanse of his high cheekbones.

"Obviously I'm not going to smack you, Derek," he says.

Derek huffs. "I just mean, don't suffer on account of my ego, is all."

“I really don’t think I see any suffering on the cards here." Stiles pauses, head tilting to the side as he tucks one finger beneath the waistband of his boxers. "At least, not on my side, anyway."

"We should stop stalling," Derek rationalises. "This is already far too much talking for a decent blowjob."

Stiles scoffs, another finger slipping in to join the first. But still, they simply linger in that one place, making no move to push the item down, tug it away. Still, he just lies there, with the hard line of his dick obscenely visible through the indecently thin layer of fabric.

“Maybe I’m nervous,” he says.

Derek lifts an eyebrow. “You’re nervous?”

“Shut up,” Stiles says, a shaky laugh, a deep breath, and then his boxers are hurriedly pulled down to meet the bunched-up fabric of his sweatpants, his dick springing out to bounce against his taut stomach. “Okay. Fuck. Let’s do this.”

A snort escapes Derek at the severity in Stiles’ voice, the pinch of a frown creasing between his eyebrows. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep another burst of laughter from pushing its way out of him when Stiles’ mouth tugs even further down, almost comically downturned, at this barest hint of amusement.

Silently, Derek lowers himself, dropping his shoulders and his gaze until he can settle properly in between Stiles’ inched apart thighs. He takes in the length of Stiles’ erection, stiff and leaking a little at the tip, and he feels a hot simmer churn in his stomach, a vibrant current running underneath his skin.

Nerves, obviously. Simple, inevitable – nerves.

Enough words have passed between them now; too many words, just like he said before. And it’s without another syllable passing through his lips that he gets himself comfortable, reaches out to curl fingers at the base of Stiles’ dick to hold it firm and ready, and leans forward until he can wrap his mouth around the tip.

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No pressure tags! @aurevell @crownofstardustandbone @lucky-bishop @renmackree @thotpuppy

[katebishopshands]

Simmer Down and Pucker Up

Kate Bishop/Reader

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After escaping a stuffy party for her mothers company, Kate show you some of her many talents.

Content: wlw,smut, cunnilingus (k!receiving) face sitting, vaginal sex (r!receiving) strap on sex, daddy kink Kate, top Kate, vaginal fingering, praise kink (both ends)

Kate bishop plays the bass because I said so

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Her apartment was smaller than expected. Still huge and close to nothing you could afford, but you would’ve assumed that a girl who could seemingly buy anything In the world would have some lavish apartment.

“You can uh, set your coat down on the couch or I guess wherever you want.” Kate removed the suit jacket she was wearing and hung it up on the coat rack by the door. You followed suit and hung up your coat on the prong next to hers. She gave you a soft smile, her blue eyes meeting yours. Her cheeks were flushed a little, either it be from the winter wind that beat at her windows or the whisky she had drank at the party you had just left, you didn’t know. She looked good though.

“I’m surprised your mom let you leave that party” you looked at her as she started to loosen her tie, popping the top two buttons of her shirt and rolling up her sleeves. Kate laughed and shook her head as she rubbed her neck.

“Do you really think she knows we left? I couldn’t STAND to be there for another minute. It was just a bunch of stuffy old people talking about investments and shit.” She sat down on her couch and started working on taking the bobby pins that held her hair up out.

You couldn’t help but stare, she looked great. Something about getting her away from her mothers ever watchful gaze changed her. She smiled more, she was more relaxed.

“Maybe it would benefit you if you stuck around and listened to those stuffy old people for once. If you’re going to take over the company you’ll want to know what to do” you laughed as you took a seat next to her. You glanced up and down at her form as she put the last bobby-pin on the coffee table. Kate shrugs and turns to you.

“And be a boring CEO like my mom? No thanks, I’ve got cool things to do, like fighting crime and saving civilians” she takes the ponytail off her wrist and ties her hair up.

Your eyes glance over to the makeshift archery range next to her kitchen. Thinking about the girls that Kate has probably saved and how lucky they were to be held in her arms. You laugh a little at your own thought. Like you need to be some damsel in distress to get Kate Bishops attention. The shifting of the couch next to you pulls you from your thoughts.

“What do you say we keep the party going?” Kate wiggled her eyebrows at you as she got up, giving you a suggestive look

“And how would you suggest we go about keeping the party going?”

“I have some shitty boxed wine in my fridge”

You smiled at her, always the life of the party.

“Sounds good to me. Pour me a drink bartender Bishop!”

Kate giggles at your joke and salutes you as she slides her way into the kitchen, grabbing the handles of the fridge to keep her upright.

You continue looking around her apartment. Various posters decorated the brick walls. Some Taylor Swift posters, Abba, things a normal 22 year old would be into. Lucky’s presence seemed to be in the apartment, but the dog was absent. His bowl was next to the fridge in the kitchen, his leash hung up on the wall and toys scattered around the living room. The girl loved her dog, so it was strange that he wasn’t in the apartment.

“Where’s Lucky??” You yelled back at Kate.

“Oh he’s at Clint’s” her voice came from behind you, making you jump a bit. You hadn’t heard her come up behind you.

She hands you a wine glass filled up way too much of some cheap pink wine that smelled sweet before sitting back down next to you. Kate takes a swig of her wine and grimaces, but goes back for another one.

“Yeah Clint took him for the weekend, he knew I wasn’t going to have a lot of time to let him out, so he’s happy at the farm for the weekend” she takes another drink of her wine.

You blink a couple times at her in reference to her morbid choice of words.

“Shit no, that sounds awful. He’s not dead. He’s just…having a vacation.” Kate backtracks, realizing just how bad that also

sounded. She shakes her head and laughs a bit.

“This isn’t helping my case…it’s it?”

“No but, it’s cute watching you try to help it” you shake your head, laughing a little bit and lifting the wine glass to your lips. Kates cheeks flush more and she looks away for a second It was way too sweet, the wine, and you coughed a bit as you swallowed.

“This is AWFUL, how do you drink this” despite your words, you go back for another big sip. Kate laughs at you and takes another sip from her own glass.

“I know right?? Why do you think it’s been sitting in my fridge for so long?”

She sneaks a glance at you, waiting for your reaction.

“Kate bishop you DID NOT serve me your shitty,unwanted wine!” You punctuate your words with a hit to her arm, laughing. She shrinks away from you, taking another swig.

“Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. But the sooner we finish this, the sooner I can buy an actually good bottle of wine and have you over again”

It was your turn to flush now, hiding your face in your almost empty glass. Kate did the same.

“Another?” You asked her, nudging her with your glass.

“As you wish” Kate gets up and takes your glass to go get more wine.

Once again you were left looking around the apartment. Every shelf was filled with Knick knacks. Various trophies, avengers merchandise, Hawkeye merch to be more specific. Her fencing gear was hung up on one wall, although it looked like it had been neglected for a bit.

Something shiny and purple catches your eye from the corner. It’s a guitar, you don’t know what kind, but it’s very pretty. Deep purple with light purple and cream accents.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those people that uses musical instruments they can’t play as decor?” You tell Kate as she hands you your glass. She snorts and gestures to the guitar,

“What do you mean? My bass? Unlike the other girls you’ve been talking to, I can actually play”

So it was a bass guitar. Kate sets down her glass and goes to pick up the guitar.

“I’ve been playing since I was 12. My dad did, so I had to pick it up at some point.” Her gaze softens at the mention of her dad and she plucks at some of the strings.

“Mom hates it, says that I should be putting my time into another more useful instrument, like cello or something” she scoffs and continues to fiddle with the instrument. You watch her for a minute. Watching as her arm flexes with every pluck of a note, her eyes carefully watching her fingers.

“Show me”

“What?”

She looks up at you, her brows furrowed.

You took a swig of your drink.

“Show me how you play. I uh..want to see”

Kates eyes light up and she nearly runs over to you, guitar in hand.

You sit and watch her pluck out different notes. Watching the way her fingers move and the way the light catches on the silver rings she has on them. She has very nice hands. Slightly veiny, and you can see the callouses in her fingers from her bow and from what you can assume is her bass. You wonder what else they can do besides play the guitar and shoot deadly accurate arrows.

A few notes are played and she looks at you.

“Do you know what song this is?”

Your shake your head, right now it just sounds like the support system to a song.

“Here maybe if I plucked it out with you, you’d figure it out”

Kate takes the guitar off of her for a second and spreads her legs. Opening enough space for someone to sit in between them.You gawk for a moment, no fucking way this is happening. She pats the space, gesturing for you to come sit.

“Cmon, I don’t bite….well, not right now at least”

You set your cup down and move hesitantly between Kate’s legs.

It’s a tight squeeze, but you make it work. Kate puts the guitar back on, the butt of it resting on her knee and her chest flush behind you. .

“Put your hands, here..-“ she grabbed one of your arms and brought it to the neck of the guitar “-…and here”

Kate drapes your other arm at the bottom of the guitar

“Just don’t actually touch the strings..let me do all the hard work”

She starts the plucking again , the tune starts to become more familiar but you can’t quite put your finger on it yet. Kate leans farther over your shoulder, her dark hair brushing your cheek .Your legs squeeze together involuntarily as she looks over your shoulder. The cologne she had put on earlier in the night hitting your nostrils and making you dizzy. She’s humming as she continues to play, occasionally taking glances at you to see the gears in your head turn. She was so close, and so so warm. Your senses were on fire as you watched You both sit there in silence. Kate content with where you’re sat and you trying to figure out the puzzle that was what song she was playing. The missing piece was eventually found as she got to the chorus.

“Do I Wanna Know!!” You yelled suddenly, having the notes click in your head.

You turned to face her, beaming with pride that you had figured it out. Kate returned your smile, nodding she compliments you,

“Good girl, I knew you could do it”

Your face dropped, cheeks flushed.

She couldn’t have actually said that. Your thighs rub together again. Kate looks you up and down,

“Shit, you’re into that aren’t you?” Here eyes flick down to your lips for a moment.

When did she get that close to you? Her nose is practically brushing yours now. You squeeze your legs together again, heat growing at a rapid pace. Kate’s eyes flicker down for a moment then back to yours.

“Can you do something for me?” She bats her eyes innocently. The smudged eyeliner that rings her eyes making them pop. You don’t dare to lose eye contact as you nod your head. Kate removes the guitar from you both and resituates you so you’re perched on her thigh. She brushes a piece of hair out of your face and cups your chin. A whimper escapes your throat before you can stop it.

“Can you be my good girl and tell me what you want? Use your words for me.”

You’re frozen in your seat. Sat on Kate Bishops toned thigh, having her tell you to uses your words to get what you want . Her eyes flick down to your lips once more and then back to your eyes. It’s clear what she wants, but can you actually say what you want?

“Cmon..you can do it” Kate’s thumb brushes over your bottom lip, and she pouts a bit at you. Your eyes flicker shut as you take in the moment. Her nose barely grazing yours, her thumb on your lip, the smell of the stupidly sweet wine on her breath. You couldn’t tell if you were drunk on that or drunk on Kate herself. Leaning into the hand that was resting on your face, you took a deep breath and gave into your desires.

“Kiss me. Now. Please.”

She obliges you, crashing her lips into you so hard you slide off of her thigh.

“You have no idea-“ Kate starts, her hands sliding up your dress.

“How long-“ She catches her breath, and then kisses you deeply again, then pulls off once more,

“-that I have wanted to do this. That dress has been driving me crazy all night”

You laugh a little and hide your head in your arms. Your back is now on the couch, legs propped up a bit on Kate’s leg as she leans over you. Her chest is heaving and her eyes look almost black ,the crystalline blue that they normally are being overtaken by her blown out pupils.

Her hands knead at your thighs as she positions herself over you.

“Have you wanted this long?”

“Hm?”

You’re spaced out, not paying attention to her question. She looks beautiful . Pupils blown, ponytail disheveled, tie hanging crooked from her neck.

“How long have you wanted to kiss me?” You shrug. You’ve wanted to kiss her basically since you met her, but you couldn’t tell her that..could you? Your face is hot and you crave her lips on yours again, craving more of the cheap wine and lavender lip balm flavor she left on your mouth. You settle on a shrug for an answer, thinking it will curb her curiosity.

Kate grins, a sly, all knowing grin. Faster than you can process what she’s doing, she cups your clothed cunt, hard. Your body jolts and a desperate whimper claws it way from your throat . Kate looms over you, kissing her way up your neck, hand still on your cunt.

She stops when she gets close to your ear,

“So shy, cmon…tell daddy what you want”

You clench around nothing at the name she gave herself. You didn’t know she was into that kind of thing, and despite your previous thoughts on the nickname, it was stupid hot coming from Kate Bishop.

“I want…I want you”, you reach your hand up to her face, toying with her lips as your eyes search her face. Kate smiles at you, a dorky, sweet smile before leaning down and kissing you hard. You gasp into her, letting your arms wrap around her neck, Hands tangling in her ponytail. She smiles into your mouth again as her hands find your waist , pulling you back up into a sitting position. She situates you on her thigh again and gropes at you for a moment, her hand finding it’s way to your ass. You moan a bit into her mouth. Kate pulls back, panting. Her hair is pulled out of her ponytail slightly, full lips slightly swollen and kiss stained. Her cheeks are flushed as she looks down at you.

“Can I pick you up?”

“Kate what?”

She catches you off guard. You don’t think anyone has ever asked you if they can pick you up.

“I want to do something but I can’t do it here” she gestured to the couch, her fingers impatiently drumming on your hips.

“Im perfectly capable of walki-“, you yelp as Kate scoots you forward one arm wrapping your legs around her waist and the other hand scooping under your armpit and setting it over her shoulder. She stands, and you cling onto her as if your life depended on it,

“Kate bishop put me down”, she starts walking towards the stairs that lead to her loft. A playful grab at your ass makes you jump.

“Whatever daddy wants, daddy gets”

She laughs and starts up the stairs.

“Daddy?” You laugh slightly,

“Yeah baby?”

Your voice dies in your throat when she responds. You were originally going to question the nickname, but something about the way her demeanor changed made you stop. Kate gets to the top of the stairs and you nuzzle your head into her shoulder, the gravity of what your we’re going to do suddenly weighing on you. You were friends, and this would change everything. Kate presses a kiss to the side of your head before setting you down on her bed. She crawls over you, as you lean backwards eventually laying down.

“So..who gets naked first?”

You snort at her and reach for her tie, loosening it more so you can take it off.

“I hate this tie”, you throw it across the room and then start on her shirt buttons.

“ and this stupid ass shirt” you mutter as you work your way down, aggressively untucking the bottom from her pants. When you look up from untucking the shirt you’re greeted with the sight of Kate Bishops rack in your face, not that you’re complaining. It stuns you for a moment and you forget what you were doing.

Kate smiles down at you and shrugs the shirt off.

“What else do you hate?”

Your next target is her belt. You aggressively tug it open and pull it off of her.

“This belt, and these pants..I hate this whole suit”

“And whys that, pretty girl?”

Kate steps out of her pants and brings her face close to yours.

“Because,…” you grit out, looking up at her,

“Because it makes me so fucking horny….I can’t stand it”

She kisses you again. Kate bishop kisses you like it’s her last time every time. You could die kissing her and you would be content. The last thing you would taste is that disgusting wine and the lavender lip balm she insists doesn’t taste like old lady perfume. She reaches for the hem of your dress, pulling it up your body until it pools around your waist. Lithe fingers work their way around the lace of your underwear. She teases you a bit, running her fingers over your folds. You’re slightly embarrassed at your arousal, you can already hear her fingers.

“A little kissing got you this hot and bothered?? Poor thing”, her tone is sarcastic as she continues to tease you, refusing to touch your clit that’s throbbing for attention.

“Katie…” you groan, bucking your hips up.

“I know baby, I know. I haven’t been taking care of you. I’m being selfish teasing you so much” Kate practically purrs. She removes her hand from your underwear and continues taking your dress off, finally pulling it over your head.

You sit up, facing her fully.It’s your turn to kiss her now. Exchanging hot, open mouthed kisses she whines into you. Kate moves forward, sitting in your lap. She’d grinds herself down on you. You squeeze your thighs together at the noises she makes, attempting to give yourself some relief.

“Kate….” She continues kissing you, moving her way down to your neck while her hands find the clasp of your bra. She ignores your words.

“Katie….” You try again with a sweeter tone. She ignores you again, popping the clip of your bra and peeling it off your body.

You swallow your pride,

“Daddy….”

Her mouth stops working on the hickey she was sucking onto your chest. She glances up at you through thick lashes.

“Yes?”

You could cum at the sight. Kate bishop near inches from your nipple, batting her eyes at you as if she’s never done anything wrong in her life.

“Can I have more,please?”

Kate presses a kiss to your breast before sitting back up fully.

“ I love when you use your words, such a good girl”, you clench on nothing at her praise.

“But, I need you to do something for me first? Can you do that for me?”. She strokes your sides lovingly, rubbing her thumbs over your hips. You nod, willing to do anything for her.

“I’m going to sit on your face, okay? And after I finish I’m going to make you feel….really fucking good” she kisses your cheek and stands up off of you. Your mouth is salivating. You could swear you have died and gone to heaven. Kate pulls off her bra and underwear and then sits back on the bed. Without needing to be told, you lay back, ready for whatever she wants to do.

“So good for me” Kate mutters as she crawls her way up to your face. She’s soaked. Her cunt is glistening with arousal. She had been getting off of teasing you.

“Tap my thigh twice if you need a break, okay? Not that you’ll need it.” If you could see her face, it would have a shit eating grin on it, you know it would. Kate gingerly lowers herself onto you and you get your first taste of her. She moans when you experimentally lap at her, getting used to the feeling of Kates cunt pressed to your mouth.Your arms wrap around her pale thighs as you grow more confident with your motions. Licking and sucking onto her clit.

Kate bishop is responsive. You know you’re doing a good job because she begins she whine. You can’t help but wonder what she would be like if the roles were reversed.

“Fuck…fuck you’re doing so good”,

She rocks herself back and fourth, humping your face. Your cunt throbs. Her noises were so pretty. What you would give to be a fly on the wall in this room. Between Kate taking control of the pace, and your combination of licking her folds , sucking on her clit and the occasional bump your nose gives to her clit, she’s finishing in no time. With a call of your name, she finishes. Gushing all over you face, and you take it, you even welcome it.

Kate gives a last few rocks and she comes down from her orgasm. Once she’s calmed down she climbs off of you and you take a big breath. But not for long, Kate crashes her lips against yours, tasting herself on your tongue.

“You did….so so good.” She says in between breathless kisses. You kiss for a bit more, as she plays with your tits. Pinching and tweaking your nipples occasionally. Every motion has you flinching and moaning into her mouth. You begin to move your way down to her jaw, nipping and sucking marks down to her collarbone. Kate throws her head back, digging her nails into your scalp and pulling your hair. Your head gets tugged back slightly as you whine into her chest.

“Okay okay..reward time. You were so good to me” Kate releases your hair and kisses your head gingerly.

“What more could you have in store for me?” You look at her, pupils blown.

“Panties . Off. Now”, she demands. Her shift in tone catches you off guard, but you still giggle a bit.

“….pfft..panties” you laugh as you wiggle out of your underwear, tossing it to the side. Kate looks less than amused at your giggling. The archers fingers reach down to your drooling cunt to gather some slick on two of her fingers.

“In your mouth, open”

“What?”

“Suck on my fingers”

You do what you’re told, the embarrassment not being strong enough to overpower the arousal you feel. You swirl your tongue around Kate’s fingers a bit, looking up at her with doe eyes. You think about her playing the bass, and how her fingers were moving when playing the song that started this.

“Fuck don’t look at me like that” she whines at you, her dominant demeanor cracking. Once Kate decides that her fingers are throughly wet she pulls them from your mouth, giving you a quick kiss.

“How many can you start with? Let’s see”, She roughly inserts two fingers into your pussy. A needy noise escapes from your mouth as she curls them.

“Fucking hell” you pant. Kate begins to curl her fingers as she kisses you again, once again pushing you gently back into the mattress. Her thumb gently presses on your clit, rolling it so slightly. The band in your gut begins to tighten. You thrust your hips upward. Kate uses her free hand to hold you down.

“Daddy please..” you beg. You sound pathetic, whiny, needy. Kate begins scissoring her fingers while continuing the gentle rolling of your clit.

“ just a little more, and then you’ll be ready, I can’t put my cock in you without prepping you”. Kate doesn’t meet your eyes when she says this. Her eyes are locked on your entrance where she begins to pump her fingers in and out. Your eyes roll back at her words, another moan being released. Your band is tightening at a rapid pace and you don’t know how long you can last like this. Kate continues her motions, and before you finish, she pulls her fingers out.

“Kate what the hell?”

You sit up to look at her. She’s licking your arousal off of her fingers as she gets off the bed, reaching for for the table next to her bed.

“I can’t let you finish ,I’m not done yet”. There’s a smile in her voice as she digs through the top drawer. You groan a little and throw yourself back down on the bed, chest heaving . You’re about to reach down and start touching your clit in an effort to finish yourself off when the adjusting of straps catches your attention.

When you turn your head you’re greeted by Kate, a harness around her hips and a purple dick hanging between her legs. For probably the millionth time that night your breath catches in your throat. She was going to put THAT in you?

“I couldn’t just put this in you without prep, I’d hurt you.” Kate’s climbing back on the bed, kissing your face a few times.

“Fuck Kate..” you whisper as she kisses down your neck. In her wake purple marks blossom, her signature color.

“You’ve got quite the mouth on you..you know that?” She mutters against your skin, licking a stripe up your neck. You whine, digging your fingers into her scalp and thrusting your hips up.

“Okay okay, easy girl” she laughs and begins to insert her strap into you. You squeeze your eyes shut. It’s thicker than anything you’ve taken before. It’s not painful, but it’s uncomfortable. Kate continues to push herself in, kissing your face and neck.

“So so good for me” she purrs. “We’re almost in, and then I’m going to make you feel so fucking good” she reiterates what she told you early. You roll your eyes, despite the uncomfortable fullness at your core.

“You’ve got quite a mouth on you, you know that?” You mock Kate in reference to her use of the word fuck. She furrows her brows, looking down at you and with one quick thrust bottoms out. The nice demeanor she had before being wiped away. The smartass comment you had prepared for her died before it even got the chance to leave your mouth. A guttural, needy moan taking its place. Kate begins setting a brutal pace, not letting you adjust to the intrusion. You cling to her, arms wrapping around her neck as she continues to pound into you.

“You want to act like a brat..” she whispers into your ear, “then you’re going to get treated like one” . She punctuates her word with a particularly hard thrust, jolting you upwards. The familiar feeling of an orgasm started building in your gut.

“What happened to being my good girl, huh?” ,She nips at your ear, breathing heavily.

“Sorry daddy. I’m sorry for not being good.” The shame you had once had felt referring to her by that name was gone, you wanted a release. You didn’t actually feel bad, but you knew Kate would continue to toy with you until you apologized. Kate continues to thrust into you, your walls clenching around her strap. Your legs wrap around her waist and your nails press little red crescents into her back. You can feel her back muscles shift with every thrust of her hips. Her strap hits so far inside of you you think you might see god. Maybe god IS Kate Bishop.

“I know you’re sorry, I know” she presses a kiss to your temple, her hands groping at your tits.

“I was being mean and making fun of you”, a kiss you your lips. She slows her pace for the first time and sits up slightly. Her blue eyes scan over you, watching the bounce of your tits with each thrust, your fucked out face, hair sprawled out behind you, the bruises on you that seem to darken in front of her eyes. Her face softens as you meet her eyes.

“ you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen “, her pupils are so blown out with lust you could’ve sworn that her eyes were black. Her demeanor shifts, from the the hardass she was moments ago to a girl stricken with puppy love. Puppy love looks good on her. She continues with slow, deep thrusts into your cunt. Grabbing your hips to help meet her thrusts, she guides you.

“Feel good?” Kate checks in with you. You nod your head quickly.

“Yes, fuck Katie…feels so good”. You want to close your eyes but you’re scared to, scared to miss a moment of her concentrated face. You moan at a particularly hard thrust.

“So so pretty. So good for me” Kate mutters, you’re not sure if it’s to you or herself. Your coil begins to tighten at an alarming rate , the grand finale of the night.

“Kate…” you pant, ” I’m so close”. She smiles at you, not stopping her movements.

“Whenever you want, pretty girl”

Her words send you over the edge, and with a moan louder than expected, you cum. You cum hard, legs tensing up and locking themselves around Kate’s waist. She gives a few shallow thrusts throughout your orgasm until you’re whining for her to stop, to which she obliges. She waits a moment before she pulls out of you. You hiss at the feeling, feeling empty. Kate gently unhooks your legs from her waist, pressing a gentle kiss to your knee before standing on shaky legs to remove her harness.

Once her strap is removed she crawls back into bed with you, pulling the comforter over you both. Her arm wraps itself around your waist and pulls you close, it’s nice. She feels safe. Neither of you say anything, the only noise is your heavy breathing. It’s comfortable silence, surprisingly not awkward. After a moment you roll around to face her. Gently, you reach your hand up to her face and give her a quick kiss.

“So..” you start, searching over her face, admiring the beauty marks on her cheeks, “daddy, huh?”

Kate groans throwing her head back . She laughs slightly,

“Oh my god, shut up!”

[somber-sapphic]

Hiya! if you are open to requests can I ask for a sick Carina fic set during a clinic day where Carina drags herself in despite Maya telling her to go home, but when shes there, s19 has to go on a call, by the time theyre back shes exhausted herself and barely awake (Maya finds her asleep on one of the beds)

"You've really got the sniffles today, haven't you?" + “If you sneeze one more time, I'm going to start getting worried." + "It's not like you to get this sick."

Clinic Daze

〖Summary: Sometimes Carina doesn't have any choice but to work while sick, luckily Maya (and the a lumpy bed) are there to help her〗

〖Word Count: 1.6k〗

〖Pairing: Sick Carina x Maya〗

〖Notes: After watching s7e9 I needed some comfort, thank you for this ask. Also my hand started cramping up while I was finishing this so that's fun

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Carina sneezed into her mask and sniffled, pushing a stray piece of hair out of her face as she tried to make sense of the chart sitting in her lap. She knew her report was hard to decipher; she just needed to be sure others could read it. She was done for the day, this was the last thing on her list and then she was going home, Maya had promised to take her home if she had to stay the whole day. 

“Carina, why are you still here?” The brunette looked up to see her wife striding over, one eyebrow raised in disapproval. Carina straightened automatically, feeling as though she was a small child being scolded. Maya had told her not to come to work and had been telling her to leave between patients. She sneezed twice instead of responding, the bursts coming in quick succession. 

“If you sneeze one more time, I'm going to start getting worried." The EMT said, her tone serious. When she had seen her this morning she had been slightly concerned for her health but as the day went on the ball of anxiety in her stomach grew. 

“They couldn’t get anyone else, I need to be here,” Carina replied, her voice grating and weary. She had laughed at Maya when the woman suggested that she not come into the clinic today, she hadn’t felt bad at all, just a bit run down. Another sneeze rattled her body and she ducked away, shame coloring her cheeks. She had been so wrong.

“You’ve really got the sniffles today, haven't you?” Maya said sympathetically, offering the doctor a tissue from the box sitting next to her. She accepted and pulled the mask down, revealing a mess of snot and a bright red nose. 

She tossed the mask in the trash, no longer having any use for it. The patients were gone and Maya was pretty much bound to get sick considering the two lived together, plus it had been ruined by her frequent sneezing.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Maya paused and glanced down at her phone, relieved to see 5:00pm flashing across the screen. “Okay, the clinic's closed. Finish up whatever you’re doing right now and I’ll take you home, I don’t want you driving like this.” Carina nodded in silent agreement and grabbed another tissue, blowing her nose with a gurgling sound. 

Maya bent down and kissed her hairline, her lips meeting hot damp skin. The fever was an obvious next step but she needed to be confident it was there so that she could figure out what exactly she wanted to do to help her wife. 

Just as Carina tucked the file away and was about to stand up an alarm sounded throughout the station requesting the truck and aid car. Maya looked up helplessly as her team began to gear up, torn between staying to take care of Carina and going to do her job. 

“Bishop, we need you, let's go!” Andy shouted, noticing Maya’s hesitation. The captain glanced between her second and the obviously sick doctor and felt a prickle of guilt in the back of her neck. “Bishop, I’m sorry but we need you. Carina, go make yourself comfortable, we'll be back as soon as we can.”

“Go, it’s okay. I’ll wait here.” Carina rasped, punctuating the sentence with a grating cough. Maya pressed one last quick kiss to the top of her wife’s forehead and bolted towards the truck, gearing up at record speed. 

Carina watched in admiration as she leaped into the fire engine and sped away. She felt a little safer every time she watched 19 work together, the way they all moved with such confidence made her feel better not only about the safety of the people of Seattle but for the woman she loved. 

With a shaky sigh, Carina stood, wobbling slightly as she angled her body toward the stairs. It was technically a part of her job to clean up after clinic day but she was too dizzy and tired to think it worthy of her time. The firefighters could get in and out just fine which was all that she cared about. 

The brunette stumbled her way up the stairs, needing to pause halfway up to sit and catch her breath. She hadn’t been walking around much the last few hours, opting to roll around the bay of the station in a wheely chair. It had done wonders for keeping her young patients entertained and had been far faster than walking would have. 

The heat in her face and behind her eyes told Carina that she had a fever but she was freezing, her thin scrubs doing nothing to combat the chills raging through her body. The doctor in her knew that she should find a thermometer, take her temperature, and treat accordingly but the patient in her wanted to go crawl into bed and stay there until she felt better. 

She lurched toward the bunks, stopping off at Maya’s locker to snag a sweatshirt on her way. She decided that a doctor would probably also tell her to sleep so she would be listening to the imaginary doctor for the time being. 

After at least ten minutes of trying to remember which room Maya slept in, Carina found what she hoped was the right one and crawled into what she hoped was her wife’s bed. She figured that they couldn’t be too mad at her if she ended up in someone else's bed and if they were she could pull the fever card. 

Carina pulled the sweatshirt over her head and buried her face in the front, pretending to be held in Maya’s arms. It wasn't anywhere near the real thing but at least she had some piece of the medic there, something to hold. She curled up in the hard bed, drawing the blanket over herself. Part of her was worried about intruding in a space she knew she wasn’t entirely welcome but she felt too sick to do anything else.

A sudden clap of thunder crashed outside, making the sick woman flinch. She wasn’t afraid of storms but it had caught her off guard and the sudden shift in weather was disorienting. Had she been paying more attention to her surroundings she likely would’ve noticed the clouds rolling in and the steady rain that had begun over an hour ago but her delirious mind hadn’t been worrying about anything but staying awake. 

The thunderstorm came to be a welcome comfort that replaced her feverish thoughts about Maya’s safety and how cold she was. She wished that she had stolen a blanket from the laundry room before lying down. Soon that thought faded away too as the brunette sunk into the depths of sleep, her subconscious void of dreams leaving her in blissful quiet. 

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When Maya returned to the station she expected Carina to be eating dinner, watching TV, and maybe even still charting. They had only been gone a half hour, the fire had turned out to be a smoking toaster and the injury a minor burn. After giving the woman who had called them a lecture on when it was appropriate to call emergency services they had taken their leave, driving off into the storm. 

After searching every place she could think of Maya finally checked the bunks, wondering as she did so if her wife had left. She had never shown much interest in being in the living quarters of the station, actually taking great lengths to avoid intruding into the other firefighter's space. When she found Carina tucked into a little ball on her bed Maya understood how sick her wife must’ve been feeling.  

“Oh bella,” She whispered, sitting down on the bed beside her. She rested a palm on Carina's forehead, sucking in a breath at the heat she felt radiating from the doctor's skin. She pulled the hood of the sweatshirt down taking great care to not wake her up. Maya was touched that Carina had gone looking for something of hers for comfort but also felt guilty that she had left her alone.

“Is she okay?” Andy’s voice floated into the room, pulling Maya from the thoughts swirling around in her head. She shrugged and stroked Carina’s hair, eliciting a small whimper from the sleeping woman. 

“She will be. I wanted to give her a few more minutes of rest before I took her home.” Maya murmured, hesitating to wake her. Even on the uncomfortable mattress, wearing scrubs and a beat-up hoodie, this was the best she’d seen Carina sleep in weeks. She had been stressed about work and only averaging a few hours a night at best. 

“You can let her stay here if you’d like, the beds aren’t the most comfortable but it’s pretty bad outside. I wouldn’t be surprised if we got called in for a flooding rescue.” The last sentence was directed more towards Andy herself as she mused on how prepared they would need to be to deal with extreme weather circumstances. 

“Are you sure? I know she’s really not supposed to be here but it would be great if she could try to sleep some of this off uninterrupted.” Maya sat up a bit straighter, relief tinging her words. The idea of waking Carina up only to have to take her outside in the rain even for the walk to her car was something she would rather avoid.

Andy smiled slightly and nodded. 

“Yeah, I’ll leave you two alone for now. Let me know if you need anything.” with that she walked away, leaving the blonde to care for the ailing doctor. 

“It’s not like you to get this sick,” Maya said to her still-sleeping wife, noticing a bit of drool in the corner of her open mouth. The way she was lying with her mouth open and nose wrinkled up she would’ve looked so silly if not for her illness. “Oh, I’m so using that for payback.” She snickered and took a quick picture before wiping the drool away and pressing a kiss to Carina’s temple. 

“Sleep well amore, I’ll be here when you wake up.” 

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kiss me like you wanna be loved

Summary: Your roommate Kate comes back home after a bad date, and you do your best to cheer her up.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: None, this is just fluff.

Word Count: 1 K

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Author's Note: Hello there! The writer's block is real, let me tell you, guys. But I am here with a small fluff piece while I get back on my feet. Enjoy!

You knew you were in love with Kate Bishop from the moment you laid eyes on her. Her charming overconfidence could be overwhelming, which made it impossible for you to even think of telling her how you felt. You settled for getting to know her as a friend, convinced that having her in your life in some capacity was much better than not having her at all.

Years passed by this way. You swallowed the jealousy that bubbled in your chest every time she went out with some idiot that didn't appreciate her enough, and hung on to the idea that, even if it hurt, her happiness was more important than anything else. You never allowed yourself to dream, to imagine a fantasy world when she would feel the same way. You preferred to suffer in silence, watch her go on date after date, before ever entertaining the idea of putting your friendship in jeopardy. 

“Hey, can I sleep with you?”

It was a Saturday like any other. Kate had gone on a date, and you had stayed in the apartment you shared, baked a batch of cookies to bury your heartbreak in, and gone into your room to read a romance book you had bought last week to keep your mind away from Kate and whoever was it she was dating this time. She had been excited about it all week, and you faked enthusiasm as much as you could. From the look on the brunette’s face, it hadn’t gone very well. 

Kate rested her head against your door frame, looking at you with a hint of sadness in the blue of her eyes. Your roommate was still wearing her heavy wool coat, and her cheeks seemed a little flushed, probably freshly touched by the winter currents. You slid to the left side of the bed, patting the empty spot next to you. 

“Always, come on.” 

You heard her sigh, taking off her coat as she walked into your room, leaving it on your desk chair. Your attention went back to your book as she got comfortable, lying on her back and crossing her arms over her chest with another sigh escaping her lips. 

Your eyebrow rose on an instinct, placing your bookmark in between the pages and closing your book. “Bad date?”

Another dramatic sigh. “Yeah,” she responded, unenthusiastically. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Not really, no. You just need to know it was bad.”

“Well, that’s her loss.”

Kate scoffed, the faint tone of a smile in her voice as she replied, “I don’t think she shares your opinion.”

You put your book face down on your nightstand, adjusting your position on the bed so you were facing her. The brunette glanced at you from the corner of her eye, the involuntary pout clear on her face. 

“I don’t need her to, I know the truth. Anybody would be lucky to have you, Kate.”

Kate clicked her tongue in disagreement and turned on her side, scooting as close to you as she could. As if it was second nature, you wrapped your arms around her and Kate buried her face in the crook of your neck, her cold cheeks making you shiver. Silence took over the room for a moment, the atmosphere so comfortable you would have drifted into sleep if it wasn’t for how restless the archer seemed to be.  

“That has to be a lie,” Kate whispered after a while, sounding much sadder than she had let on before. “No matter how hard I try, it just never seems to work out. Something must be wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Listen–,” You exhaled, pulling away just enough to look into her eyes. “If those girls can’t see how incredible you are, then they don’t deserve you, Kate. I’m sure one day not so far from today there will be someone that will see everything that you are and still love every single thing.” You smiled. “You just need to be patient, okay?”

It was only then that you realized how close you actually were. It was just a matter of anyone moving forward for your lips to meet hers. As the thought crossed your mind, Kate glanced down at your lips, as if she was thinking the exact same thing. Your gazes met again, and you could have sworn you saw the idea swimming in the stormy waters of her eyes that maybe, just maybe, what she had been looking for had been right in front of her all this time, holding her hand through every crisis. Kate only needed to close the gap between you and find out. Tension immediately filled the air, your heart beating so loud against your ribcage you were scared she could hear it. You had thought about this so many times–being this close to her, kissing her. It was a thought you had buried in the deepest part of your being, far away from your reach, because Kate was your roommate, your best friend, and you just couldn’t fathom the idea of not having her in your life. And yet, here you were. Unable to breathe, with her face mere inches away from yours. You knew you needed to pull back and move away from a potential mistake but, before you could do anything, Kate leaned forward and pressed her lips against your own, timidly. Immediately, a warm sensation invaded every inch of your body, eagerly returning the gesture in an act of submission to the unstoppable beating of your heart. The brunette cupped your face with both her hands, pulling you closer, brushing your bottom lip with her tongue in a question to deepen the kiss. Your lips parted opened, granting her access, and soon enough what had started as a shy and soft kiss had turned urgent and passionate. Almost like you had been waiting for that moment for longer than both of you let on, and were just now realizing it. 

After what simultaneously felt like an eternity and not enough time, Kate pulled away, keeping your faces so close to one another that the tip of your noses brushed together. You didn’t dare to open your eyes, afraid of the words that were sure to come out of her mouth. You just savored the moment, before reality dawned, and it all passed.  

Whatever was to happen next, it had been worth it. 

Then, she spoke. “Maybe I already did.” 

Before you could even process what she had said, she kissed you again.  

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The Wildflower

Pairing: Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: NSFW 18+ (minors dni)

Warnings: very might mentions of death, (Y/N)mentioned like once, storm anxiety, so much fluff that I hope it has everyone kicking their feet, heaving making out, Jack being so sweet and gentle,  smutty goodness but no sex…yet, oral (female receiving), vaginal fingering, more fluff, cute banter

Word Count: 3.8k

Author’s Notes: Look who remembered how to write!! This was inspired by a TikTok and truthfully I have more plans for our inn keeper and Jack. Halfway through I knew I wanted to keep this universe alive so I’m not sure when more from here will happen but I hop it does soon. Thank you all for the continued support and being patient. Massive thanks to my editor as usual @clint-aww-no-barton and let me know if you want to be added or removed from my tag list!

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The rain made a soft pattering on the roof and windows. Music filled the room, from the record player in the living area, until the rain drowned it out. You let out a soft sigh as you moved the needle from the Elvin Bishop vinyl. It didn’t matter, the rain made its own rhythms. You glanced out the big window, that faced the main road to your small inn, noting that not a car was in sight. It was going to be a slow evening and, most likely, an even slower weekend. Rainy days didn’t tend to bring too many people in to stay, but on the rare occasion, you didn’t mind having the old inn to yourself.

  You had grown up in this place. Chased kids of guests down the hallways during the summer. You would spend time there with your grandmother, who had started this place with your grandfather, and refused to stop when he passed. You even begged your mom to let you stay during holidays, and she always let you. You had loved it since the moment you stepped foot inside. As you had gotten older you started helping, and soon took more of it over as your grandmother aged. She had written one single thing left to you in her will. The only thing you ever wanted, the inn. Some of your last words to her were your promise to take care of it, until your own dying day. She was pleased with your declaration and so far you had lived up to the promise.

  You smiled softly to yourself at the memories that floated you by during times like this. When you actually had time to think. You made your way across creaking floors to the kitchen and put on a pot of water for tea. The light draft that always swept through the place kept you constantly in a sweater, or cardigan of some kind, even in the dead middle of summer. You never minded it, and truthfully it was perfect to you. The whole place was. You double checked a few things, to be sure everything was ready just in case someone decided to stay, before settling in an alcove and opening your book. Your tea settled in your left hand, taking slow steady sips while it cooled. It was honestly a perfect evening.

  Night fell too quickly, and even with the little bit of light you had already turned on, the page in front of you was getting harder to read. That was your cue to get up and start to lock up for the night. You stood and stretched carefully, and began your nightly routine. You were just finishing up in the kitchen, about to head to lock the front door when you heard the distinct sound of someone opening it. Your eyebrows knit together, confused at who in the world would be stumbling in this late. You walked into the living area, to find a man in a cowboy hat and suit.

  “Please tell me you’re still taking guests?” He drawled.

  “You’re right on time actually. I was just about to lock up.” You gave him a soft smile as you watched him visibly relax.

  He was handsome and his brown eyes held a softness, and something you couldn’t place, but it was comforting. He was also dripping wet, and both of you seemed realize it at the same time.

  “Right! Let me get you a towel! So sorry.”

  You moved quickly, turning back to the kitchen and through it to the laundry room, grabbing a fresh towel from the the dryer.

  “Do the best you can with this, and I’ll get you in a room as soon as possible. If you want I can throw your wet clothes in the dryer. That’s if you don’t get them dry cleaned.”

  You found your self fumbling your words, suddenly awkward. You dealt with people every single day, from different walks of life, and this wasn’t the first handsome man who had walked through your door. He was just more so, and he was making you nervous but not in a bad way.

  “That would be amazing darlin’. Names Jack by the way. I do apologize for coming in so late, and in such a state. I had a bit of a late evening and this was the first place I came to.”

  “(Y/N) and it’s perfectly alright. You’re my only guest so, welcome to the Wildflower Inn!” you gave him a big smile. “I have some left over food from my dinner tonight if you’re hungry. After you get settled that is.”

  “Oh that would be even better. I really appreciate that darlin’.”

  “Not a problem at all. Let me show you to your room.”

  He picked up the bag he had set down to dry off, and followed you. You lead him to the room close to yours, for reasons you weren’t quite sure of, but you went with your gut.

  “Here’s your key. You have a small closet here, a full ensuite bathroom. The tv may be out because of the storm, so I hope you don’t need it to…”

  You didn’t get to finish your sentence before lighting flashed through the room, and a crash of thunder rattled the windows, as the lights flickered and then went out.

  “Shit. Well, the tv is definitely out,” you let out a bit of a chuckle. “Also in every room is a flashlight.”

  You walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer and pulled out a flashlight turning it on.

  “I’ll go get a lamp, so you’ll have some more light.” You give him a smile.

  “Thank you darlin’.”

  You gave him a nod and went to grab a gas powered lamp, placing it on the bedside table and lighting it.

  “I’ll leave you to settle. You can come down when you are done. Lucky for you I have backup supplies, but your clothes probably won’t be getting dried.”

  “That’s perfectly alright. I have extras. Thank you for everything darlin’. You’re a natural at this.”

  “Well, thank you,” you gave a smile, your cheeks hot, before turning to leave.

  You were careful with the steps, as you made your way back downstairs and into the kitchen. You pulled out more lamps, lighting them and placing them in just a few places where you could watch them. You turned and started to work on fixing a sandwich for Jack, careful to only open the fridge sparingly. You had no idea how long the power would be out, but you prayed not long enough to ruin your food. Just as you were finishing up you heard footsteps, and soon Jack was joining you.

  “I hope it’s okay. I left everything off so you could fix it how you wanted. Please do eat as much as you want,” you gave him a soft smile.

  “Thank you darlin’,” that damn nickname was going to be the death of you.

  “I have water and sweet tea.”

  “Oh sweet tea for sure. I’m too much of a Southern boy to turn that down.”

  You let out a chuckle as you fixed him a glass. Just as you sat his glass down and was turning to fix yourself one, the thunder crashed again shaking the house and rattling the glasses in the cabinet. You jumped, feeling yourself inching closer and closer to being on edge. A normal, calm, thunderstorm didn’t bother you, but this one seemed to be getting worse. And with no power it was making you nervous.

  “Whoa! Hey you okay?” Jack stood up, his chair sliding against the wooden floor.

  He reached for you just as you turned, and realized the two of you were closer than you thought. You looked up at him, trying to calm yourself down but your heart only pounded more from the look of worry dancing in his brown eyes.

  “I…I’m okay. It just scared me. I don’t do well with storms,” you felt your face heat in slight embarrassment.

  “That’s alright. Why don’t you keep me company while I eat real quick? And then maybe we can do something together? Do you have cards? We can play by the lamp light?”

  “Yeah I have cards. That…that would be perfect.”

  He nodded before he went back to his seat, and you turned to finish making your drink, grinning like a school girl with a secret crush. You hardly ever had men come stay here alone, and the few times you did, you’d been slightly nervous. Being a woman running this place mostly alone was not ideal, and it could get ugly fast. Jack, however, didn’t make you feel that way. He made you feel at ease, sent your heart racing, but you felt like you had known the man your entire life. It was something you had never felt before, but you loved it. You sat across from him and sipped at your drink. The two of you slid into easy conversation, learning more about each other. It was easy to talk to him, and he had you laughing and smiling more than you had in awhile. The only damper to the evening was the crashing thunder, and howling wind that joined in, making the bones of the house creak. Jack watched you carefully and seemed to hurry his dinner along, until he finally sat back.

  “That was delicious. I was hungrier than I thought,” he let out a chuckle.

  “I’m glad it was good. I really wish you could have had the soup. It’s a specialty of mine.”

  “I doubt this will be the last time I ever see you. It will just give me an excuse to come back.”

  You both froze slightly, with your eyes connected to each other. Your stomach erupted with butterflies and once again you felt your face heat.

  “I was secretly hoping that you wouldn’t just leave and never look back,” your words were soft but even over the storm you knew he heard you.

  “I would never. This is too…”

  “Easy?”

  “Exactly.”

  The both of you fell silent with small smiles on your faces. Another crack of thunder and a hard gust of wind broke the moment, making you jump and close your eyes.

  “Come on, let’s get into those cards, and get your mind off this storm.”

  “Right.”

  You stood and turned to one of the drawers in the kitchen and pulled out some playing cards. You sat back down and looked across the table at him.

  “Ready to get your ass kicked Cowboy?” The nickname slipping out accidentally, and you stopped breathing.

  That was until Jack broke out into a smirk, and you swore you saw a twinkle in his eyes.

  “Oh it’s on darlin’.”

  You pulled the cards out, shuffled them and the two of you started in on your first game.

  The storm had settled outside. Rain continued to fall and distant thunder could still be heard but now it was peaceful. You had lost count of the number of games you and Jack had played. Running through various card games, and even a few he taught you how to play. You tried your best to stifle the millionth yawn you had let escape in the past thirty minutes, but failed miserably.

  “I think we should turn it. I’m sure it’s late,” Jack smirked as he looked up at you.

  “I’m fine. I swear,” your eyes were heavy and you knew he could see the lie on your face.

  The truth was, you didn’t want to go to bed, because you didn’t want him to leave. You figured he would leave tomorrow morning at some point and the thought crushed you. It was odd how quickly the man had worked himself into your mind, but there was something about him.

  “Come on darlin’,” he stood and held his hand out.

  You took it and he helped you stand, before you both put out all the lamps and padded upstairs with the flashlight. Jack stopped at the door of his room, and you did the same. You turned to him, hand on your door handle.

  “Well, goodnight Cowboy,” you gave him a smile.

  “Goodnight to you too darlin’,” he returned the smile, but he didn’t move to walk into his room and neither did you.

  The two of you kept eye contact for longer than normal, and you wondered if his mind was racing with the same thoughts yours was. You were silently begging him to just come kiss you. Take those few strides to you, and just, kiss you. You didn’t want to have to toss and turn in bed all night, no matter how tired, and wonder what those lips would have felt like. He seemed to battle himself too. Then his hand fell from his door handle.

  “Oh fuck this,” he spoke just above a whisper before he was in front of you.

  His hands came up to your cheeks in a gentle hold and his lips crashed against yours. You reached up to fist the front of his shirt, and wasted no time kissing him back. You melted into him, your mind going fuzzy. You had never been kissed like this. No man made butterflies, no fireworks, erupt inside of you like this man did. You realized in that moment, you were in deep. The two of you reluctantly pulled away when air became a must. Jack’s forehead rested against yours, and the two of you panted. Your eyes were still closed, trying to gather yourself, but you could feel him watching you. Finally your eyes fluttered open and were met with brown ones. He seemed to watch every thought cross your face.

  “Tell me you want to,” he whispered.

  “I want to. Please,” you sounded slightly desperate, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to really care.

  That seemed to be enough for him. His mouth fell back to yours and he picked you up carefully. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers finding purchase in his brown locks and your legs wrapped around his waist. He fumbled with your door but soon you were through it, and then you were against the wall, trapped between it and Jack. His kisses were eager and so were yours. It was like the two of you would never be able to get enough of each other. Finally he planted you on the ground and pulled away. You were a mess, and the man had only kissed you. You glanced at yourself in the mirror that was attached to a small vanity behind Jack. Your lips were swollen and red, hair slightly disheveled and you were a panting mess.

Jack’s hand gripped your hip and took ahold of you, pulling you to him. He gave you one more slightly softer kiss.

  “Let me make you feel good, yeah?” He spoke low and gentle.

  You couldn’t speak, too afraid of your voice giving you up, exposing the wreck you truly were, so you simply nodded your head. Jack’s hands travelled up your shirt, inching slowly across the skin of your stomach and up to your breast, squeezing over the fabric of your bra. You let out a shuddering gasp and gulped slightly. You watched him watch you, as he let out a chuckle at your reaction. Then he slipped your shirt over your head and let it fall to the floor. Your bra went soon after it, and he didn’t give you much time before his fingers had the hard pebble of your nipples between them. He pinched, pulled and you let out a moan, arching into him slightly before he released them. Never once did his eyes move from yours. He turned you slightly, and gently pushed you down to your bed, your legs hanging off. He hovered over you, kissing your mouth again, before pulling away and starting down your body. You let out a sigh as your head tipped back, eyes fluttering closed, trying to focus on where his lips touched. It was all so gentle and intoxicating. His lips wrapped around your hard nipples flicking them with his tongue, before he continued down your stomach till he was right where your jeans rested across your hips. He kissed right there under your navel, as he unzipped your pants before pulling them, along with your underwear, completely off. They joined your shirt on the floor and you finally forced your eyes open to look down. It was the most beautiful sight you had ever seen, this man resting himself between your thighs. You let out a whine as he placed your legs on his shoulders and wrapped his arms around you, to keep you pinned down.

  “I know darlin’. I got you,” he spoke, his breath ghosting over your already soaking wet center.

  You shuddered and watched as he leaned in. No more slow movements. This man knelt between your legs, taking you in his mouth like this was the first meal he had had in months. Like you were the last thing he would ever taste. Your head flew back, a moan almost at the pitch of a scream erupted from your lips, and your hand flew to his hair, lacing your fingers there. You were putty in his hands, completely at his mercy and you had never had a man touch you like this. You panted, moans still falling from your lips, as he moved his tongue around your clit before sucking the bundle of nerves between his lips. You jumped, letting out another yelp.

  “Jack,” his name fell from your lips like a prayer and his eyes looked up at you smirking, as his tongue went back to work.

  His right arm lifted and he pushed your right leg slightly off his shoulder stretching you open more. He pulled his mouth, away pulling another pitiful moan from you. His middle and ring finger rubbed at your now sensitive clit, causing you to jump and you looked down catching his eyes. He never moved his gaze from yours as he slipped his two fingers deep into you. He started to flutter them against that delicious spot inside you. Your head went back again and now both of your hands found purchase in his hair. His mouth went back to your clit and his fingers started to move even quicker inside of you. You thanked God that there was no one else in this house, nor a single neighbor in ear shot as you screamed out. You were reeling and you could feel yourself inching closer and closer to the edge, before Jack moaned against you. You snapped, your body going ridged, back arching, a mixture of curses and his name falling from your lips. You tried to close your legs but he wasn’t letting up, determined to get you through your orgasm. Finally your body gave out and melted into the bed as Jack let up. His lips peppered kisses across your center and thighs, before he was crawling back up to your lips. When he kissed you and you tasted yourself it sent a whole new jolt through you, and you moaned against his lips. Your fingers fumbled with his pants and his hand reached out stopping you. You pulled away, hurt clearly written across your face. Jack did nothing but smirk and kiss your nose.

  “Let’s take it slow darlin’. Not that I needed anymore reason to come back, waiting gives me more incentive to hurry my ass up.”

  “Wait, you really do plan to come back?”

  “Darlin’ you had me the moment I walked in to this place. I took one look at you, and knew that this wouldn’t be the only time I ever saw you.”

  The smile that spread across your face was a beaming light, and your stomach fluttered with butterflies.

  “It took me a bit longer.” You smirked as Jack’s eyebrows furrowed.

  “What do you mean?”

  “It took me longer than the second you walked in.” Another look, puppy dog eyes activated “After I realized you weren’t some crazy killer, then I was good.”

  He let out a chuckle and shook his head. “You had me worried there darlin’.”

  “It was a few minutes instead of seconds but who is really counting?”

  “Oh I am. I’ll always tell people I fell first now.”

  Both of you let out laughs that mixed together, and it was a sound you would never get tired of. Silence fell and the two of you kept your eyes on one another, try to memorize everything you could.

  “So… when will you leave?” You paused for a moment. “And how long will you be gone?”

  “I can stay another day but then I gotta get back home. I shouldn’t have to stay away too long but I never know. My job is…unpredictable.” He spoke as his fingers brushed hair from your face.

  “What do you do?”

  “I wish I could tell you darlin’. It ain’t nothing…like what you may be thinking. I’m just not allowed to say and normally its not a problem. It could be dangerous.”

  You nodded your head in understanding. It made your stomach twist slightly, but you tried to push every single thought that fired off in your brain.

  “I’m going to try and take some time off and come back here. We ain’t too awful far from each other. I can help out around here, earn my keep and all.” He smirked.

  “Oh yeah. I don’t let anyone stay for free,” you chuckled as you looked up at him.

  He finally laid down next to you, pulling you into him.

  “I think I can think of plenty of ways to pay you back.”

  “Oh I can too. I have some pipes that need fixing, the lawn needs to be mowed, I can send you grocery shopping,” you pulled your hand between the two of you to tick things off on your fingers, before looking up at him.

  The look on his face made you burst out laughing. 

  “I see how it is. You finally got a man around so I’m going to have a honey do list.”

  “Exactly! I just happen to put myself on there too. Mentally,” you taped your temple and smirked up at him.

  “That’s what I thought,” he smirked kissing your forehead and you giggled.

  The two of you laid there ,falling into easy conversation until you felt yourself slipping to sleep.

  “Sleep darlin’. I’m right behind you. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Jack’s lips once again caressed your forehead and you curled into him.

  As you fell asleep you knew there would be many more nights shared with him in your little inn, and you couldn’t wait.

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A Court of Mischief and Purpose, Chapter Three (Loki x fem! Reader series, A Court of Thorns and Roses Hiddlesverse AU)

Series Summary: Sarah J Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses series is reimagined with Tom Hiddleston's various characters. You are dying of tuberculosis right before your upcoming wedding to the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter, Will Ransome. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief Loki appears before you with a deal. He will heal you in time for the wedding...if you spend a week of every month with him. Opening you to a world of more magic and danger than you ever could imagine...

Chapter Summary: Your first week to live your end of the bargain. It brings you an awareness of "variants" and you meet another prince with the same look as your fiancee. Then your worst fears and doubts about your fiancee are proven true...

Chapter One//Chapter Two

Content Warnings: Cheating (not Loki, but...* takes a long sip of a fun little drink with a straw*...dealing with Will Ransome's canon cheating and portraying it as bad so Will fans and Lusty Vicarettes you have been warned). Period Typical Attitudes. Mentions of sex and religion and grief and angst. But some fluff and humor.

Word count: 8K

A/N: Oh, the sweet irony of revising this while traveling as my brother drove and the playlist playing "Getaway Car" as I work on this. Heh heh. And of course, I figure out how to use my babygirl, Prince Hal! Here, he's the stand-in for the character of Mor for those of you familiar with the ACOTAR books! I hope you like it! Comments, DMs, asks, and reblogs are always appreciated! :)

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Loki began to strut forward like he owned the church. Eyes were wide over him. Any who tried to step forward to block him, Loki flung his wrist and sent a bit of magic their way. Whoosh! They were knocked over. A couple of people screeched and ran away from the church.

He approached you with a wink and then turned to see the congregation and wedding party.

“I hate to interrupt such a lovely ceremony, but this lovely, stunning, ravishing lady here wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me..."

He turned to you, fidgeting with his bow tie again.

“I’m not too overdressed am I, Y/N? Well- what should it matter to a god.”

William stepped forward; he put his arm protectively over you.

“Who are you!? Leave her alone!” he threatened.

Loki raised his eyebrows, never losing his smile.

“Why-she told you outright! I am Loki- God of Mischief and rightful heir of Asgard and your world too, perhaps.”

William’s face turned red and then white. There were a crash and a few people rushed over- the bishop, at the sight of a pagan god before him, had fainted.

“What…what is going on!?” your father demanded. He added to the protective party to put an arm over you. You stood there like a statue, eyes wide.

“You see here- Y/N made a deal with me. She was about to die of consumption. I offered to heal her in exchange for just one short little week every month where she’ll stay with me. Well, it’s now one month since I saved her from death- time for me to call in her end of the bargain. Y/N, it’s time for a little trip!”

“Let us finish the ceremony, please!” Father insisted.

Loki pulled out an ornate gold pocket watch from his jacket and checked the time.

“If I am correct, it has been exactly thirty-one days to the minute of Y/N being healed. Maybe I’m a few hours off. But it’s time to collect my deal with the About to Be Mrs. Ransome…”

He glanced over at the unconscious bishop as guests fanned and fetched him water.

“And I think this ceremony is about over.”

He turned over to the people who had remained in their seats, gesturing to them. He spoke loudly, keeping his hands in his pockets. But still spinning around to make sure everyone got the message.

“Oh-by the way-no serpent, everyone! I checked and rechecked- There never was a serpent!  And no Leviathan, either. No giant, magical, fanged, man-eating, girl-abducting snake. It’s just a dead whale! Thought I might save all of you the trouble while I was here! Don’t get yourselves in a big fuss over nothing- Just a whale carcass!”

They gasped and murmured among each other. Your jaw lowered to where you could have eaten a fly and not noticed. William’s lips quivered and he looked around with big eyes. He tightened his grip on you.

“This…this is real? Are you seeing this too?” he asked you.

You felt tears brim your eyes.

“Yes, Will…it is real…I told you the truth. And now it’s happening.”

You then looked at the god. You kept shaking and processing all of this was real.

William stepped forward. “We’ll…. we’ll compromise. Think of a bargain!” he said.

Loki folded his arms, “And what kind of bargain are you proposing? I have to warn you- I’m not in the mood,” he said the last word like a snarl.

“No…” you murmured. The first words you spoke.

They all looked at you. Not a passive pawn to be tossed and turned around. But a real person is deciding their fate. You broke from the arms of the men.

“Papa, Will, stop! I promised him I would go-and I will go. It’s only a week. I gave Loki a promise as he gave me his. It’s only a staying over somewhere else- I’m not being sacrificed or anything!”

You stepped forward. Loki smiled, keeping his hands in his pockets.

“Well…say your goodbyes and come along, Y/N darling,” he said.

William gave Loki a glare.

“If you try to harm her-.” He threatened.

“Don’t worry-I’ll return her safe and sound and unruined…. unless she would like that…” Loki interrupted.

You shot Loki a look with a stubborn frown, despite a couple more whispers from the people sitting down.

You looked at your parents, your friends, the bridesmaids. Stella’s own eyes were big too and she was quiet. Despite slight trepidation, she looked at Loki in fascination. As did the few others.  You approached them.

“It won’t be long; I will be right back. There’s nothing to be scared of.”

You then turned to your parents.

“You-you cannot do this!” Your mother cried.

“I must. I’d be dead if I said no…” you replied.

You then looked up at William. Part of you wanted to touch his face, take his hand in yours…. but you couldn’t. The letters, the words still swimming in your mind. It kept you from giving him a farewell kiss. You only looked at him, tears in your eyes. You felt his grip tighten like he was going to pull you back to him.

“I’m so sorry…Will…”

Sorry that your own emotions, your weakness, your doubts made your feet stop from completing the marriage. Sorry you went into his office. Sorry you saw those letters. Those were the words you wanted to say. But instead, you said more.

“Please, Will…there’s no other way…and he won’t hurt me…I told you this would happen. I’ll be back soon.”

Your fiancée said nothing but gave a curt nod.  He let you go. You then turned to Loki. The god reached out.

“Take my hand, Y/N.”

You took it. From his pale skin, you expected a cold touch. But then he wrapped an arm around you- soft and warm.

“Hold on,” he whispered.

You squeezed onto his hand.  White and golden magic swirled over all of you. Before a single person could yell out “what the hell actually happened?!?” The white and brown church and everyone in it faded away in it. You felt weightless for only a minute. The colors of the rainbow swirled around you, and you gasped in shock.

You wondered, even dreaded what Asgard looked like. Would it be dark, like Loki? Depraved? Full of all sorts of trickery- fruits that would turn into beasts and whatnot? Why didn’t you read that book about Norse mythology further?! But when the colors faded, you saw somewhere…light. There was the glow of the sunset. It was a lovely palace. Comfortable even. Golden and majestic. There were tall marble columns and outside was a whole city with buildings like tall spikes. But the columns of the building shone. And the marble floors showed your reflection.

Loki swept out a theatrical arm.

“Welcome to Asgard,” he greeted. You took a few steps out to look around.

“This is not quite the place I imagined….” You confessed.

You tipped your head up to see the ceiling.

“This is my home, the palace itself. What were you imagining?” he asked.

“Something….dark and dangerous…” you shrugged.

Loki swirled on his heels, putting his hands in his pockets.

“We do have dark, and we do have dangers like any other place. But not here-there are guards everywhere…”

You turned and saw a flight of stairs leading up to a large golden throne room. It shone so much it almost hurt your eyes.

“Will you ever tell me a ‘thank you?’” Loki asked.

You turned around, blinking at him.

“What do you mean? For healing me?”

 “Y/N, my dear, I thought you would be grateful for calling in the bargain when I did.”

“Grateful?!” you asked, turning around.

“I heard you. You were begging for someone, anyone to help you. To get you out of here,” he said. Though there was earnestness in his voice.

“What do you mean you heard me?” you asked.

“I heard your own voice- clearly in your head as I hear your words now. You were practically crying out for someone to get you out of your own wedding….”

You widened your eyes.

“I didn’t say anything! I didn’t say a word when the ceremony began!” you refused.

“You were…upset. But you didn’t want to reject William right in front of his entire congregation. But you didn’t want to go through with the marriage. I thought the timing was perfect-and  I wanted to give you as much time as you would need. Not call it in until the last minute…and if I recall, you did call me ‘a sweet, handsome fellow’ when you were a cat…where is that attitude now?”

“I hate to tell you, but I didn’t know that cat was a bloody trickster god!”

With a tit of his head, his tuxedo was melted to his normal green, black, and gold robes. Then he folded his arms. He circled around you, looking you up and down. You couldn’t help but follow him.

“Hmmm…what is that thing you’re wearing?” he asked, his nose scrunching.

“It’s a wedding dress,” you answered.

“This is a wedding dress?” he scoffed in disgust.

He went behind to the skirt in its back and picked it up. You swatted his hand away.

“And what is that skirt?” he asked.

“It’s a Bustle. Every woman wears one. Me included,” you explained.

“Is this what Midgard women wear when they get married from your time? This…this is not a wedding dress it’s…it’s a monstrosity of lace,” he insulted.

You then jerked around.

“I bet you will enjoy having me as a prisoner in your dungeons clad in nothing!” you cursed. If you had to go here, you would not go without a fight.

He chuckled for a second, and then smiled.

“You honestly think I am that callous to throw you in the dungeons!? Oh no-you are no prisoner here. You’re definitely no servant or slave. You’re a guest here at the palace. And you will be comfortable. You will have your own rooms, be fed, and you may spend your free hours however you would like. And have some clothes other than this…bustle thing you call it.”

“So, a gilded cage then?” you asked.

He raised an eyebrow.

“And your upcoming marriage was not a gilded cage?” he asked.

You shook your head, tightening your jaw.

“I understood the responsibilities of being a clergy wife when I said yes to Will’s proposal-I’m not naïve and I’m not a fool. I was ready…” you argued.

You bunched your hands into fists, holding your ground before him.

“I did this…for William. It was a sacrifice I had to make for him!” you said.

Loki frowned. His eyes serious as he spoke.

“And would William sacrifice himself for you?”

You had had enough.

In a rage, you took off your slipper and hurled it at Loki. He ducked it over his dark head, and it crashed into the floor. You did your best to ignore the tears in your eyes.

“I guess you’d rather have the servants take you to your rooms than me. And I won’t ask for that ‘thank you’…I can guess you aren’t willing to give one now…”

“You’re a pig,” you spat.

Sure enough, there were servants who led you over to a bedroom. It had golden walls and marble floors. There was a door leading to a bathroom. It had a bathtub the size of your old room. When you turned on the water, it came out hot. Taking off your shoes and stockings, you had to dip your toe in to make sure it was not too scalding. But as you peeled off each layer of your clothes and got in, it was so relaxing you felt yourself sigh from it. There were soaps that smelt of honey. You rubbed yourself clean and sat in that tub, watching the suds over the water. It was so peaceful with the steam and the sound of the rushing water and perfumes of the soap, you forgot for a moment about the letters.

A servant knocked on the door and you jumped. But they only spoke from the privacy of its closing.

“Would you like to dine with the prince tonight?” asked a light, female voice.

“With Loki? No thank you!” you said.

 You were not in the mood to deal with him now. The wedding, or attempt at a wedding, was done. The course of your adrenaline was done, and you felt too tired. He was not going to bat at you like a toy for him to torment. Or let him ask questions you weren’t ready to answer. Ready to deal with.

“Well, would you like a tray delivered?” she asked.

“Uh…yes…” you replied.

“One shall be brought to you,” she confirmed.

After taking a moment to soak up that warm tub, you emerged and dried yourself. A robe was made available-silky and golden. Once you went out to your bedroom, you peeked through the curtains to see it was now dark. There was a sky full of stars littered across the sky. Like sparkles on diamonds. You felt your breath stop at its beauty. On the bed was laid a nightgown- a long, light pink dress with long sleeves. There were even silk ribbons tied into a bow at the collar. Far silkier than the cotton ones you lived in when you were sick and far prettier. It was hard not to feel princess like as you put it on inside the palace.

The servants brought a large dinner over to you on a tray. There was even wine brought up to you so strong, you could only sip a little of it at a time. Only half of that meal and you were stuffed to bursting. As your dinner digested, you enjoyed a glass as you admired the stars. It was strong enough, that it washed away your worries about what you read-about this horrid possibility of Will’s. And soon you crashed asleep onto the soft bed.

When you awoke the next morning, the sun shone through the curtains like melted gold. Out the window, you saw a city like no other. How…beautiful it all looked. Opposite of what you thought Asgard would be like. You gasped to see two planets floating in the sky. Like they would kiss the ground, yet they didn’t.

It wouldn’t do to stay inside. For your insistence to not be treated like a prisoner, you were about to turn your room into a prison. No Loki influence needed. You had slept well-you were refreshed and re-energized- even to deal with him.

They brought you a gown of green. Perhaps it quoted him. But how…strange it felt! Silky and long and flowy! Where was a shift? Petticoats? Corset? Stockings? Buttons? Gloves? Hats? No-the servants brought you none of those. Those weren’t part of Asgardian fashion. It felt wrong, it felt out of place. But when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Even if it felt odd to wear them. Though…they were comfortable. And light to walk in, too. As you walked out, they took you to a dining hall. You were seated on the side of the table as plates arrived. In strolled the swaggering footsteps of the prince Loki.

“Good morning-and don’t you look lovely, Y/N.”

There was no one else arriving. You looked around nervously.

“Where is a chaperone?” you asked.

“We don’t have every move of a young woman being constantly watched here,” he said.

“So, I must eat with you and be with you unchaperoned?” you asked.

“You will be fine…we have another coming up. No one is going to take advantage of the honored guest of the palace…” he said.

He sat himself onto the chair next to you. You felt as if a bird was flying around in your stomach. He did lean closer, with that same smirk.

“Rest well Y/N?” he asked.

“I…I did…” you admitted.

You went over and sat at dinner with them. Though as you passed, a strong, metallic smell caught your nose. Loki’s eyes glimmered as you turned your head. There was a servant carrying several brushes and a can of grey paint. They walked by and then vanished into the next hall.

“What…what’s going on? Is everyone in Asgard a painter?” you asked.

“Oh…you are not the only guest here. There is someone else…a troubled gentleman. It seems that painting on walls right now is his consolation. But! We do have another guest joining us…perhaps. He does love a good party. Might still be sick.”

There was the sound of footsteps.

“Ah. Here he is,” Loki smiled.

In walked another gentleman clad in more strange clothes. He had a red leather jacket and a red cap over his head with dark pants. Beneath his cap was a head full of beautiful ginger curls. Though he had a smirk on his face, there was a dagger to his side. He plopped himself on the chair.

“Did you rest well…unless you’re still drunk,” said Loki.

“To your shock, I stayed here last night. And only went to one tavern,” the stranger retorted.

He picked up an orange from the table and began to peel it with his dagger. Though something was undeniable- he had long, curly auburn hair, high cheekbones, and bright blue eyes. His face, his hair, his eyes…it seemed you never left Will.

“Oh, I should introduce you both- Y/N, meet his royal highness, Prince Henry…” Loki began.

“Bosom companions call me Hal. And my brothers call me Harry,” he said.

“You might know him from your time as his majesty Henry the Fifth,” Loki continued.

You almost dropped your fork.

“Henry the Fifth! The warrior king who won Agincourt!?”

“What is Agincourt?” Hal asked.

You backed down. Loki did say he was a prince- so he was not the king yet.

“And Hal, meet the beautiful, generous, and charming Y/N.”

You bobbed your head in greeting and Hal smiled and acknowledged it. But your yes darted between them, astonished.

“It’s not polite to gape, Y/N.” Loki said.

“I know but…Hal, I’m so sorry. You look a little…familiar…” you apologized.

“Oh, yes. We’re all supposed to look alike, my lady. The reason- we’re all apparently variants,” Hal replied.

You widened your eyes. Loki waved his hands, explaining.

“My variants- variants of me across time, across space. Yet each becomes different people, makes different choices and even take on different looks. Well, at least, in their hair! Why do you think Hal and I resemble your dear vicar so much?”

“A vicar? Dear lord and lady, may I ask-what is a vicar?” Hal asked.

“He’s a priest, he’s my…my fiancée,” you explained.

But soon you’d have to return…but why were you dreading it? Dreading completing the marriage?

“Why is a priest getting married? I thought they never could!” Hal asked.

“Oh, dear. Your country is still entirely Catholic. Your split and the ability for priests to marry won’t happen for another good century…” you reasoned.

“The church shall split! Fie-who would ever imagine!” Hal cursed.

 Loki laughed with a toothy grin. Hal still looked with a tilted head and hypnotized eyes. He would ask more, but you would have to discuss the four hundred years of events later. You took a napkin to your lips and wiped off your mouth.

“Why are you gathering your variants?” you asked.

“It’s not to have a good drink and celebrate…if only it could be,” Hal cut in.

Loki’s eyes hardened. He folded his hands and looked at you.

“Because a war is coming, Y/N.”

You paused.

“A…a war?”

“Wars between worlds. Between planets,” Loki said.

“And you are gathering your variants because of this war?”

“Precisely.”

Hal wiped off the orange peel from his dagger and set it aside it. He tore apart the fruit, chewing on it solemnly. He leaned in his seat and kicked his feet on the table.

“Then why haven’t you kidnapped Will and brought him here instead?” you questioned.

“You looked like you needed help…. desperate help. Far more than he did. Think of your wedding day- you were crying for it. Begging for someone to take you away.”

“I didn’t say anything! I didn’t say one thing aloud- remember! What are you going on about?” you insisted.

He then looked up. Hal raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“When I arrived, you didn’t look particularly happy at your wedding,” he replied.

“Most marriages I know of aren’t for love, Loki,” Prince Hal suggested.

You curled a fist on the table.

“It was for love! I love Will! I do! More than anything! And I wanted to marry him!”

The letters. The blonde hair and grey coat of her-the one who chose with Will to uproot you. The hot, stifling wedding dress. The words of the mothers around you. The oppressive smell of incense and candles. Will in a tuxedo. You felt your stomach sour at the memories. Perhaps you only saw the letters. They were a dream. A vision. Or they were old letters. But…part of you knew the truth. You didn’t want to face it. You realized you were looking forward to this. One more minute away from your fiancée, another minute of hoping, another minute he was your faithful Will. To dream. To give into the illusion of hope and the peace it brought.

But right now, you didn’t feel peaceful.

“Not want. Wanted. Was there a change?” Hal asked innocently.

“It was just…It was because…because…I…” you began to mutter.

They looked at you. Faces so much like his. Eyes like his. It was too much. You felt tears well up. Then you pulled yourself from the table.

“Excuse me gentlemen-I’ve had enough. I need to go,” you excused yourself.

You ran down the hall. You felt yourself crying despite yourself. You didn’t want to seem like a hysterical, emotional, irrational woman in front of these men. You took one of the long sleeves of your dress and wiped them. Wondering if there was one corner to be left alone.

Then there was a booming, deep voice, and heavy footsteps so loud it made you stop your tracks.

“Brother! Where is she? Where have you been hiding her!?  I must meet her!” the deep, masculine voice announced excitedly.

In ran an incredible specimen of a man. He was only barely taller than Loki and Hal, but he was ginormous with ripped, bulky muscles and bright blonde hair and blue eyes. You looked up like him. Then he smiled with the enthusiasm of a rather friendly bear.

“Why! There she is! The woman from Midgard! Our guest!” he cried in his theatrical baritone.

He went up to you and wrapped you in a hug, picking you up like you were made of paper and giving you a hug that crushed your bones. You gasped from the contact from both a stranger and a man! Then he set you down.

“Hello there! You are this Y/N, right?!” he checked.

“Yes! Yes, I am! But sir- we-we haven’t been introduced!” you insisted.

“Oh, right! I am Thor- Prince and Future king of Asgard and God of Thunder, of course!” he laughed, hands on his hips. Oh, how his laugh itself was like thunder and echoed down the castle!

“It is nice to meet you too, sir!” you replied. His joy was infectious.

You heard two footsteps right before you heard Loki and Hal run up to you.

“Ah. I’ve seen you met my brother,” Loki commented.

Thor continued, gesturing to the tall marble columns.

“But Y/N, I SHOULD take you on a grand tour! I gave one to Hal and I should give one for you! Asgard is a beautiful place here- would you like that?!”

You nodded, “yes, I would. But I’m…I’m just a little…a little frazzled. I only arrived yesterday.”

“Hm, yes. That is understandable. But do not hesitate to ask me should you need it, little mortal Y/N! I’m sure you would love it!” he added.

You held your hands and began to fiddle with your thumbs. It would be very boring here. You had to have something to do this week.

“But…could you show me to the gardens? And is there a library here? I do like to read,” you said.

Thor lit up.

“Ah! Yes, of course! I shall show you the way! The garden’s mother’s domain but you can go there any time! And the library! I’ll take you there right away! And I’ll tell you ALL about the history of Asgard!”

He offered his arm, and you took it, walking by him as he chatted away. Hal folded his arms and laughed a little. But you did notice Loki scowling slightly.

It was hard to sleep that night. You found you struggled to drift off. You tossed and turned constantly. Then you finally got out of bed. With a large sigh, you got out of bed. You wrapped a blanket as a shawl and wandered over to the library. You still remembered the way; your ears were still ringing from Thor’s excited chatter.

Though as you walked down the halls, you heard footsteps. You kept turning. You saw no one, but that didn’t mean there was no one there. But you could almost hear a grunt. Then as you turned-there was a flicker. A figure-in the dark! Your heart picked up. Clutching the blanket, you hurried over to the library and shut the door behind.

It was incredibly warm. The fireplace crackled and it smelled old, musty-safe. To think even in another universe, people (and gods) still loved books and stories and knowledge, too.

But as you turned around, you saw no one else on the red seat by the fire than the prince himself-that is, Prince Loki. With a hardcover on his lap. He looked up but did not jump. He only smiled.

“Good evening, Y/N,” he greeted.

“Good evening…what are you doing here?” you asked.

“It’s a late night and without the solace of sleep, I have the solace of books.”

You didn’t want to admit it was the same as you. You only walked forward, going to a book you noticed on the mantle of the fireplace. You opened one book, and to your surprise it was full of writing. Writing about Loki:

“Loki is the handsomest god.

Loki is the most charming god.

Loki is interesting.

Loki is gorgeous.

Loki is flawless.

Loki is a fierce warrior.

Loki is the best lover in bed.”

Scowling, you slammed it shut. But you heard the slight stifle of a laugh from behind. You turned around.

“I would rather not spend it reading about your praises like it was scripture,” you hissed.

“We do have stories here. I’m not as full of myself as you think,” he replied.

“You’ve done very little to prove it,” you dismissed.

He softened his gaze.

“Y/N…are you having trouble sleeping? How come? Is something…something troubling you?”

The letters. The letters. The letters.  But he…he wouldn’t understand. After all, it was Will’s variant, and it was pure luck he chose to whisk you away instead. Maybe another face about to laugh at you.

“I’m…I’m not ready to talk about it. Much less with you,” you answered.

“Very well then. Y/N…there is something here-a special drink. It has a little magic in it, and it helps with sleep…should I ring for a servant to bring one to you?”

“I…uh…yes. Yes, it would be,” you replied.

You didn’t want to be the one he beat every time. But it would be foolish to refuse his help. He fetched a servant outside the door for the drink. Soon, there was a chalice with a dark purple drink inside. It smelled like fruit and had the consistency of wine.

“This should help you, Y/N darling…and of all the books here.”

His curled black head looked around at the shelves.

“This one! I recommend this one.”

He gave you a small black one.

“Should I trust your taste?” you asked.

“It’s not about me. Unless you would like to read that too. Should change your mind about me.”

You said nothing but accepted the book. You got the chalice in your other hand, but before you tuned out, you went to him.

“Loki…I thought I heard something. I thought I heard someone going around right before I got inside. Someone’s…someone’s sneaking around! It could be an enemy…or…or something!”

He let out a half smile and put his hands in his pockets.

“Aren’t you concerned?” you asked.

Loki let out a half-laugh, “oh- must be him again! Old habits die hard! I’ll have a chat with him- he doesn’t mean to scare. Don’t give me that face, Y/N! Here-I’ll escort you to your rooms.”

As you turned around and returned to your room, you realized you forgot to ask who ‘he’ was. Shrugging it off, the drink was semi-sweet like milk. You felt it lull you into a deep sleep quickly.

The week was very quiet and eventless. Though Thor did give you a grand tour of the castle and even some of the city of Asgard. You got to observe court in session a few times and you were introduced to the king and queen. King Odin was only polite. But Frigga was warm and curious about you. Often, she would be in her gardens and would ask you every question about Midgard one could ask. You ate your meals. You went to the gardens and the libraries. Even Hal, when not nursing a hangover, asked you questions about what would happen to England. Before you knew it, seven days were done. Thor, Hal, Loki and you had gathered in the hall.

“Do you have everything?” Loki asked.

You nodded, your wedding dress and clothes in a box for you to take home. You insisted to not get rid of your old clothes. You were dressed in a pink dress that flowed down you like a sunrise. Even Hal nodded and smiled at it.

“I’m sure you would have loved the taverns here. I already found and filtered the best one, Y/N!”

“No thank you-but I appreciate the thought,” you dismissed.

“May your travels be swift, and safe, little mortal!” Thor wished.

“Very good. I will miss your company, my dear.” Loki said.

You gave him a scowling frown. Loki only smiled back, unfazed by your look.

“See you next month, Y/N,” he wished as he snapped his fingers.

There was a rustle of golden light. The castle and the men disappeared within its mist.

 Suddenly, you realized you were back. You were in the middle of Aldwinter-your home. Yet how…ordinary and plain those white houses looked in comparison. Rather than the marble floors, beneath you were the dirt streets. Instead of a sunny day where the sky showed two planets, there were only grey clouds. It was starting to rain, and the dirt was turning to mud, staining the end of your skirt. You fled to your house before you could get the worst of it.

You knocked on the door. Your parents ran forward with a shout. They both embraced you at once.

“Y/N! What are you doing?! And what in heavens name are those clothes?!” your mother questioned.

“Dear heavens! We should have believed you! I’m…I’m sorry my girl,” your father apologized.

“It’s alright. I forgive you. I forgive you all…” you said, hugging them back.

Your father had run out to alert Will. Mother raised an eyebrow at the pink dress. Though she led you into the parlor and sat you down, insisting on a blanket for warmth. She looked at your dress curiously. You didn’t have the usual parts of dress you were used to, but it had a long skirt and long sleeves and was by all accounts appropriate.

Father returned with Will-both soaking wet from dashing out in the rain. The news of your return seemed to make them forget to grab an umbrella. Will’s dark sweater clung to him, his curly hair dampened from the storm and clinging to his face. They set you down and fixed you tea and biscuits. Will grabbed two in his large hand and stuffed them in his mouth.

 You explained to them everything that happened.

“I dined with him in a palace. I had my own room. I met Thor, Frigga, Odin, and even Henry the Fifth himself- alive. I know I sound mad-but I am serious. And after the wedding, all of you should know I am serious.”

 They nodded; glad you were unhurt. They asked questions. You spent so much time talking that the sky soon became dark.  Will gave you a kiss on the hand and said his goodbyes-no word on when the wedding could be rescheduled. You returned to your old room after dinner. As you got back into your old familiar nightgown, your mother entered the room. She patted your bed for you both to sit on it beside her. She rubbed her hands nervously.

“Now Y/N…tell me. You can tell me and be honest. You don’t need to fear pleasing your father or William right now. Did this Loki…Did he…force himself on you?” she asked.

“No,” you answered plainly.

“Did you lie in bed with him?” she pressed further.

“No! I’d never do that! He didn’t lay a hand on me,” you insisted.

She let out a deep breath, but her eyes never faltered.

“I am glad. But Y/N, you went to the house of another man. You stayed there though you are still…still engaged to another. Whatever may or may not have happened, there will be talk, you know…” she warned.

“I understand…but I will tell William. I know he’ll believe me and Mother…I only…I…”

The lie sputtered out of you.

“I was feeling unwell. And I was worried about Loki, was all. We will reschedule the wedding.”

She embraced you and kissed the side of your head.

There was a glimmer of hope. Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding. No- not William. Not Will. Not Will who confided of his secret swims in the ocean. Not Will who you sat beside as each person lined up and presented their yearly tithes to him. Not Will who was good with children and spoke of wanting to be a father someday. Not Will who pet his dog and whistled for him to return with a wagging tail. No- it was a misunderstanding.

Yes, it was a misunderstanding. You didn’t see anything- just some papers. Maybe it was long over, even. He did write-it could be a novel, perhaps. Maybe it was just a small infatuation that faded. He knew what the right thing to do was- he studied and preached the Bible after all.

Or he would…would have ended things. Something felt but never acted on. Or a vision of your wedding nerves projected to where your imagination ran wild. Or maybe…Loki! He must have planted them to fool you into running into the god’s arms!

Scoundrel, you cursed silently.

But sleep was hard to achieve that night. And the few nights after that. And no Asgard medicine to help. When you did manage to fall on the third night, you awoke the next day very early-while it was still dark. And you could not fall back asleep. Your mind racing despite those thoughts of hope.

Maybe you needed some air. Especially as the sun was still rising. The grey clouds made their journey over the pink-orange sky.  Wrapping yourself warm in a shawl, making sure there were slippers on your feet. You walked outside and you sighed with the beautiful, crisp air of the morning and the sound of the ocean. The kiss of a spring morning. You did miss this place, after all! You went down to some of the woods and its walking path- a carved pathway through the grass. The sound of birds and squirrels and animals stirring through the trees comforted you.

Sometimes you saw a rabbit darting across. You heard the grass bend and itch against your bare legs. You missed the shade of the leaves and everything. The smell of the wind and feeling the sun made it warm as it rose. It greeted as it peeked over the horizon. Now that it was confirmed no Serpent was slithering, you could walk about in peace. Maybe it was another trick of Loki’s. Maybe even he himself was the Serpent in the first place, the villain! Despite the heaviness and fog of lack of sleep, you found yourself at peace.

You knew the marshes and fields were not too far away. It felt nice-perhaps you would just drink strong coffee when you returned. That along with the air would make you feel more awake.  You found a path full of beautiful wildflowers growing free, and you began to pluck them. What a nice little bouquet it would make. You kept an eye out for any blue ones- gifts for Stella to press into books. You went over, gathering them. You went along it like it was a path-just as you once did as a little child. It did feel good to be a child every now and then.

You thought you saw one blue one growing, right near where the fields started. What good luck! You walked over there, bent to pick it up. You heard the beating of wings of the bird above you. Out of instinct, you turned your head up.

 You shouldn’t have looked.

There was William- extremely handsome as always. His white shirt was open. His tan coat. The sight would make you giggle and grin with swooning love and even lust.

Usually.

But he was with Cora, dressed in red.

They were embracing. She grabbed his face and kissed him in the field.

You felt your heart begin to race and your stomach turning, the shock making you see stars on the fields of your vision. You felt as if you were stabbed in your stomach. Your throat turned into a lump. You watched as he kissed her back. They kept on kissing. And kissing. Him. Your William. Your Will. You paused as you watched in horror, blinking, rubbing your eyes- realizing what you were seeing wasn’t a vision. But real. Would…would this be a prank of Loki’s? It had to be. You looked around.

But it struck you. The truth you didn’t want to face. And here it was right before you.

William was having an affair. He was unfaithful to you.

You were so filled with utter grief and shock that you couldn’t move. You couldn’t take another step forward.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to barrel yourself forward. You wanted to take your fingernails and claw it into Cora’s pale face. Until bloody scratches ruined her lovely face. To rip out each golden strand of hair on her head. To pluck out her small eyes with your bare hands. To punch and slap her round, ivory face until it bruised. You wanted to strangle William where he was. To run on him and punch his handsome face as tears ran down your face. Or find a stone and finish the deed until he was nothing but a handsome, bloody corpse on a field.

No-that was being a typical, hysterical, emotional overreacting woman.  And you still on the spot. Then, turning away, you immediately began to run. Yes- run like your Will used to like to do.

Only he was not your Will. Not anymore. He would never be your Will.

You ran so hard you nearly tripped over some rocks on the ground. You caught yourself on the trunk of a tree. You hugged it and then sank down to the dirt. You let yourself cry. You rolled yourself into fetal position, hugging your legs, and sobbed so hard you were gasping for breath.

You rushed back home and immediately ran up to your room. You fell on the floor again. Your heart racing. Trying to forget it, but not able to. Not letting yourself even cry. Crying meant someone would knock. Someone would ask what was wrong. And having to tell someone what had happened. But one thought made you feel sick again.

They were probably doing more than just kissing by now.

If he acted like this when you were engaged…how would he act when you were married? You should break it off now. You wanted to break it off. But… If you broke it off…it would mean your reputation as a woman would be tarnished. It happened to a girl named Jane who lived in the next town and now she was labeled as forever ruined and unmarriageable. There was enough talk for it to sweep from her place to here.

But how…how could you marry a man who was unfaithful? Which was it? Damned if you did, damned if you didn’t.

You had to talk to him. Had to discuss it soon. Confront him.

You sat in a daze all day. Speaking to no one. Only saying “yes” or “sure,” to your parents. Not speaking of what you saw. Your parents flitted around you, chatting about perhaps rescheduling the wedding and what might happen. To make sure it was soon so it would be done and there would be no interruptions. It was at noon when you said to your mother you both were embroidering.

“Could I…could I talk to Will? In private?” you voiced.

“Not in his house, Y/N!” father dismissed.

“I know but…I just…want to have a word with him…”

“Only if you both are walking.”

Walking. Walking like you used to. Only now, he walked with…with…with…No. You didn’t feel like walking with him today. Not when you knew he would rather be with.

And you were the one to permit his searches with her! You encouraged him to dance with her when you were sick! You practically threw him in her direction! How could you have been so stupid? You swallowed back another tear as you kept embroidering.

Your mother then turned to you.

“We will meet with Reverend Ransome to see about rescheduling dates. Tomorrow is Sunday, Y/N. You will sit in the front row, as always. Won’t you? There will be a luncheon and the other women will discuss your duties as a rector’s wife more in detail. They’ll let you know everything,” she announced.

You thought since William was a priest, he would be a faithful man. But how did the horrible truth of how the world worked not show you in its face?

Yes, he was a priest…but he was also a man. And men were free to take who they wanted when they wanted. And it was women who had to stay behind, make every sacrifice, and do every bit of work back for them. It was men who had romance and valor and glory while women suffered in silence at their expense.  

And when night arrived, you still couldn’t sleep. Your parents snored safely in their own rooms without a care in the world. Past midnight, you couldn’t take it. You got up and dressed. You put on a warm coat for the night’s chill.

You had to see him. You had to talk to him alone.

 You went over to his house and knocked on the reverend’s door. William opened it up, warm and handsome in his dark sweater as always.

“Y/N, what are you doing up so late?” he asked.

“I could say the same of you…Could I…could I speak to you, Will? I wanted to speak to you alone. But I couldn’t find a minute of privacy today,” you blurted.

“Yes, of course!” he said.

He led you in. This small, dark brown house. The house that was going to be your house. No- his house. For once you married, everything that was yours would become his. His house. His property. And his money. If he wanted to spoil Cora with his money-money that could be used to provide for you and any children from the marriage- he could. And any money you made for yourself would go to him to spoil Cora more. None for your own- it was the law for a married woman. And if he wanted to run off with Cora and not leave you a penny, he could. As a man, he legally could. Your foundation was as broken as your heart.

With those thoughts, you both sat at his table, the light just over his head. He smiled warmly and in ignorance. The dog went up, tail wagging, to greet you. You scratched his soft head until the dog sat by you. You noticed papers with an open book about theology on it.

“No wonder you’re still awake. You work too hard,” you commented.

“Had to revise my sermon until it was right. What can I say- my job is a serious one. I take my own position and my place in the town seriously.”

But not seriously enough, you thought. Will, do you understand the scandal that would erupt if I were to tell one person right now? This is a small town. News gets around quick. People like nothing more than talking.  All I need to do is tell one person, and your reputation and Cora’s and even mine too are done for, you thought.

But you held your lips shut. You wanted to do this. Here you were at last. So why was it so hard?

You squirmed in the chair, then let out a deep breath. Try to think of any way you could approach this subject. He sat across from you.

“I understand that it’s part of your ministry. I respect that. Your family didn’t approve of your choice to join the seminary…now here you are…and it’s…it’s fragile…” you began.

He took your hand. You once melted into the touch. And you should. You did in a way. But now…seeing the grass. The marsh. The field. The early morning. The red dress and blonde hair. The tan coat. The kisses.

You let out another deep breath and continued.

“I’m sorry I made that bargain with Loki. I know it would hurt you. But I wanted to be alive…for you. Don’t you understand? I did it for us, our marriage…and you…”

“I’m sorry-I should admit, I don’t understand what it is to be dying,” William admitted, keeping your hand in his. Two large hands overpowering your own.

“It will be a challenge…. I know what I signed up for when I agreed to marry you. That it was a calling for me as much as it was for you. To look after the town by your side. To represent God as best as I could. To be the leader among women, a role model, an example…William, do you even understand the immense pressure it takes to be the wife of a clergyman? To have every eye watching me every minute? That I must prove to be a godly, good, upright woman to everyone every day and to be-be…”

To be perfect. Perfect for you, you wanted to add on. Yet you could not.

He smiled. Such kindness. That was what made it worse. If he was cruel, wicked, unfeeling man to you all the time, it would make hating him easier. It would make confronting him easier.

“And I don’t doubt you will live up to them…you need only be yourself. I’ll talk to them.”

Then he put a finger to his lips and smiled. You raised your eyebrows.

“I have a gift for you, Y/N…”

You felt a little nauseous when he turned around. Perhaps it was a book. A book on faith he loved and found fascinating. A book that you would use as a vicar’s wife to show your great understanding, to the ideal woman in town everyone looked up to and admired because of your husband. Perhaps a small piece of jewelry like on your birthday. Something beautiful and shining and perfect- like you had to be.

 No-it was worse.

 They were flowers. Wildflowers. Wildflowers you saw in the forest, wrapped up in a red ribbon. The flowers you recognized in the valley. The valley you saw him betray you for Cora.

“I know how much you love flowers, Y/N,” he said.

He brought them to you. But you froze, looking at you. You felt heavy and dull, a slight buzzing in your ears. Your heart raced up. You couldn’t take them.

“You…. you don’t like them?” he asked.

You blinked, and then took your head. You forced a smile on your face.

“Oh, no! I love them. I do!” you said with the pretense of the old you. The you that didn’t know.

You took them, smelled them, and then set them down.

“How were things this week while…while I was gone?” you asked.

“Same old things, you know. Everyone managed to find the whale carcass discussed,” he answered. He kept smiling with his blue eyes alight.

“Then there should be a little relief…your search for consecration is done…”

“Oh, and Mrs. Seaborne!”

You froze in your tracks. He said her name right before you. You were just sitting, but your heart began to pound fast. Your stomach turning sick again. The words, the nice, quiet version of that phrase, “William, I saw you both kissing and found letters. Are you having an affair with her?” were there. But that couldn’t be said. He spoke more.

“Mrs. Seaborne accepted the evidence with grace. She is a magnificent woman, and she-she has suffered so much through her life, but she is learning to enjoy her life again!”

Yes. She is learning to enjoy life again. By taking away yours. Knowingly. Willingly.

And the audacity this man had to sing her praises to your face. You looked down at the table, at the flowers. But you heard him chat on.

“She is…an interesting woman…” you mumbled.

“She told me of how she grew up…” William continued.

How long of this could you take. All the praise. All the laudations. All hailing Cora Seaborne as a queen. A pedestal to beat you with. Something you could never attain, never reach.  A joke waiting to be made in Will’s altar and bed. Because you would never be her. Because you would never be perfect- you would never be Cora.

“And to think, for years, they tried to train her and teach her to be a lady! She does so much to free herself of what ladies should do and be!”

You could practically see her before you. Smiling smugly. Ready to grab your beloved’s face and kiss him before you again and again and again. Wiping her superiority in your face.

You also saw the bitter irony. You had to be the proper vicar’s wife. Cora was the wild, spirited, unconventional woman. And yet it was Cora William preferred. Another person you had to force yourself to become. Another role to play. Because you own self wasn’t enough for William. Your own self was too boring. Too imperfect.

If you were imperfect, let you be imperfect. If you were a demon to Cora’s angel, so be it. If you were a monster, a hag, a freak, an abomination to Cora’s beauty, then so be it. If you were the bad to Cora’s good, you would go down as the absolute worst.

You looked at Will. He was smiling and leaning down to pet his dog. You were breathing fast. Your false smile dropped.

The words boiled in you. Before rationality, before self-control, and your better judgement could stop you, the words boiling inside you overflowed as he leaned down.

“Cora isn’t a lady- she’s a cunt.” You said.

He blinked rapidly, jumping up. His eyes squinted, making sure you said what you said. The aftertaste of the word felt bittersweet. Freeing.

“What did you say?” he repeated softly.

The cruel, harsh words- the cruelest, harshest words you ever heard yourself capable of- poured out of you- a dam long contained. You felt the cold fury in your own voice.

“Cora Seaborne is a cunt, and a bitch…”

You squared him in the eye, your gaze hardening.

“And a whore.”

[changingplumbob]

Romero Household: Chapter 1, Part 5

After a brief visit to the humour and hijinks festival Keira tries to teach Marta how to play chess.

Marta’s first language is Spanish so she is teaching Keira (and me) some common Spanish words/phrases Ay dios mio: omg equivalent Buenas noches: Good evening / Good night Gracias: Thank you Hasta luego: See you later Qué?: What? Si: Yes

The couple sit down for dinner and Keira entertains Marta with stories about her day at work. The sea otters and harbour seals are some of her favourites but there is a particular cheeky walrus you have to look out for. She mostly stayed prepping food at her current level but she enjoyed feeding, even if it was slightly chaotic.

The two make a quick stop at the humour and hijinks festival.

Keira: Sweetheart I think your hair is doing weird things to your hat

Marta: It’s worth it, I’m attached to these ponytails. Get it, attached because they’re my hair

Keira: *giggles* Someone has had to much jokesters tea already

The two go to the tables when they are joined by someone unexpected, Keira’s ex.

Morgan: So I heard you were getting married

Keira: Yes, this is Marta

Marta: Buenas noches

Morgan seems grumpy and not to keen on leaving their table so the two decide it’s best they clear out. They’re interested in their future, not their past.

Keira: Do you know how to play chess

Marta: Si. I get my pieces to the other side of the board

Keira: Not all of them, just the pawns, and that's not the main goal

Marta: *whispers* que? Why are we talking about porn in public

Keira: Oh I’m not it- they sound similar si but they are completely different words. A pawn is one of these smaller pieces

Marta: Ah. And they move forward, si?

Keira: You got it. Let me show you the rest

Keira: The rooks can only go in straight lines, forwards or backwards until they run into a piece

Marta: They are the hetero pieces

Keira: *chuckles* exactly. The bishops here, these pointy ones, they move diagonally. Again just until they run into a piece. If you run into a piece of yours you stop on the square before it. If you run into a piece of mine you take it and put your piece where mine was

Marta: Si. What about the pony

Keira: The pony? It’s called a knight but I kind of like pony better

Marta blushes.

Keira: Ponies… move to their own beat. They move like they’re making capital L’s

Marta: Que?

After giving her best explanations, the two start to play but honestly Marta is more interested in flirting.

Marta: *blows kiss* two more sleeps

Keira: Aww. Are you counting down

Marta: *grins* Si! I’m looking forward to being wives

Keira: You’re so cute sweetheart

Marta: Gracias. I would make cute infants, no *raises eyebrows and pouts*

Keira: *giggles* That has never been in doubt

The game carries on and Keira eventually wins, she does have a higher logic skill after all. But she blows Marta a kiss so who’s the real winner? Back home for bed when-

Marta: Ay dios mio! A cat

Keira: I can see that

Marta: Can we keep him carino

Keira: Since he belongs to the neighbours I’m going to go with no

Marta: *sighs* Hasta luego friend

The next day after work Marta is bring in the washing when Tiana says hello.

Tiana: Was it you that put my washing in the dryer

Marta: No, it would have been my fiancé Keira. She was in the laundry yesterday

Tiana: Ah. I wish my husband helped out that much

Lawrence: Afternoon ladies

Tiana: Lawrence dear, how are you? How is your lovely family

Lawrence: *sighs* A handful at the moment. Roger keeps getting in spats with some other kid at school so I need to supervise pick ups

Tiana: Here is where I’m glad I don’t have kids

Marta: Did you really never want kids

Tiana: No, never. I’m so glad I found a man who didn’t expect me to pop them out

Marta: How do you handle our neighbours infant shrieks?

Tiana: They shriek? Blessings of losing hearing in my old age, I've yet to hear them. I’ve never minded kids, I just have no desire to raise any

Lawrence: To each their own. Oh, I better go, school ends soon. Hey Marta, best of luck for your wedding tomorrow

Marta: Gracias. Hasta luego Lawrence

Keira has been working hard and burnout is threatening, luckily she has the wedding and honeymoon to slow her down. Sitting down for dinner she notices something strange on the floor… a cursed book? Weird. Must be a landlord problem.

Keira: Panya? Yes it’s Keira Foster from 2 Dockyard Way. Could you come and check some things? Thanks

Marta: What was that about

Keira: Just calling the property owner to come check out that book

Marta: What bo- ay dios mio! Que? Where did it come from

Keira: I don’t know, maybe I should just toss it before the property owner shows up so he doesn’t think we’re hysterical

Marta: Que? No! You cannot get rid of it. It could hurt you

Keira: What? It’s a book

Marta: But the glow, it’s cursed. Leave it for Panya por favor.

Keira relents and when Panya shows up she invites him in to check the thing out. He assures her he will deal with it and takes it out of the unit.

Keira: Oh come on! That score can’t be right. You’re using a mod or something

Joey: Can’t do mods on console, you just need to up your skills

Keira: Whatever. Don’t be late tomorrow *disconnects*

Marta: I gather you didn’t win

Keira: Not this time. I suppose we had better go pack

Marta: *smiles* for the honeymoon

Keira: I’d offer to do it in the morning but I know you’ll want to pack your own suitcase

Marta: Si. Just think, this time tomorrow… we’ll be married

Keira: You still won’t let me see your dress?

Marta: No. I want you to have surprises carino

Keira laughs and pulls Marta into a dip, raising her hand for a kiss.

Keira: Te amo sweetheart

Marta: Te amo carino

And so the two spend a few hours ensuring everything is packed for the honeymoon then lie down and try to sleep while bubbling with excitement.

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[abbyromanoff]

hii can i request the first time that g!p Kate gets rough with r please? ty<3

Daddy

Pairings: Kate Bishop x reader

Word count: 1083

Warnings: daddy kink, Kate has a dick, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praising, degrading

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Are you sure?” Kate asked unsurely, worry filling her body. This wasn’t the first time you two would be having sex, but she still didn’t want to harm you in any way.

You nodded, grabbing her hand as you interlock your fingers, “I’m sure Kate.” That was all the permission she needed. Her length prodded at your entrance, the condom preventing her from feeling you completely. You’d always beg her to take you without one, to let go for one time. But she’d always deny it, she was too worried about getting you pregnant.

Hearing your whines made her panic, thinking she hurt you. “You okay? Did I hurt you?” Before she could pull out of you, you wrapped your legs around her waist to keep her stilled inside of you. You could see her eyeing your breasts like prey, but she didn’t do anything. Taking matters into your own hands, you took her hand and rested them on your tits, giving her permission to touch you.

“Go ahead, Katey, you can touch me.” She complied, a small smile growing on her face. Your nipple was rolled between her fingers, the other being placed in her mouth. Your palm came to rest upon her head, gathering her black locks and scratching lightly. Seeing your calmed face she started to thrust ever so slowly, making you buck your hips and chase her cock. She chuckled at your reaction and continued her ministration on your breasts. Her other hand trailed down your body and made its way to your clit, rubbing small circles on the bundle of nerves. Your moans spewed her on, she progressively picked up her small pace until you could hear light skin slapping across the room.

“Daddy..” You whimpered out, fingernails digging into her back. Hearing the title you gave her flicked a switch inside of her, she just wanted to use and destroy you until you passed out.

“Say that again.” Your eyes fluttered open as you stared at her face, mouth creating a small circle and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Daddy?” She groaned, slapping the side of your thigh as you twitched beneath her. She laughed at your shocked face and repeated what she had said just moments ago.

“Again!” Slap.

“Daddy!”

“Again!” Slap.

“Daddy!” She had a cocky grin covering her face, oh how she loved the nickname. Her cock slid in and out of you at an inhuman pace, her arms resting on your shoulder blades as she moved to hit a deeper spot inside of your weeping cunt. The bed frame hit the walls, creating a loud creaking and banging sound. You wouldn’t be surprised if your neighbors came to complain the next day.

“You like that? Tell me, sweetheart, tell me you’re my desperate little whore. Only mine.” These words have never left her mouth, it was always a sweet nickname like ‘my love’ or ‘baby’. But you loved it. You’ve mentioned kinks before, but she’s always been too nervous to try anything. And now, she was treating you like a rag doll, you adored it.

“I’m your desperate little whore, daddy! Only yours!” She nodded along with you, burying her face in your neck.

“That’s it, all for your daddy.” You shook under her, the coil in your stomach being close to snapping.

“Kate-” Another spank was delivered to your reddish skin.

“That’s not my name.”

“Daddy, I need to cum.” She shook her head, slowing down her hips as you whined.

“No! Please, I need it so bad.”

“Work for it, baby.” In a blink of an eye, you were thrown off of her before she placed you back onto her, now sitting up. You placed your arms around her neck and sunk onto her covered length, your mouth falling open as she filled you up once again. Her lips collided with yours, taking advantage of your pleasure-filled face. Her tongue entered your mouth as you rode her, chasing the high that you hoped she wouldn’t reject. Her hands lay upon your hips, guiding you on top of her. She didn’t let you slow down, your inner thighs continuously hit her legs.

“Mm, riding daddy so good, baby. You’re such a good girl for me.” Your noises grew louder, your head shaking up and down as you agreed with her. That wasn’t good enough for her, she wanted words.

“You’re my good girl, right?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m your good girl, daddy.” You paused, swallowing back a moan. “Can I cum? Please?” She pondered for a moment, you stared at her with a pleading, desperate look.

“Beg for it, princess, beg like the little slut you are.”

“Please daddy, please let me cum! I’ll be your good girl, I’ll do anything- just, please?” It wasn't enough for her, but she gave in. Her release was nearing as she watched you come undone, your face marked with satisfaction.

“That’s it, cum around my cock.” She filled up her condom with her seed, connecting her lips with you once more. You moaned into her mouth, her hands traveling to tug your hair. You grasped her biceps in your hands, feeling the strong muscle clench as her body tightened.

“It’s okay, doll, I’ve got you. I’m right here.” You slowly came down, Kate rubbing gentle circles on your sides to help soothe you.

“You all right? I didn’t go too hard on you?” You shook your head back and forth, resting it on her forehead as you gave her small pecks. She giggled, standing up as your legs went around her hips. She was still buried deep inside of you, every step she made had a whimper leaving your mouth.

“Keep making those noises and I’ll have you bent over this counter, baby.” You were placed on the cold marble, making you shiver and goosebumps erupt over your body. She rubbed your arms up and down before grabbing a cloth to clean you up. You whimpered, the wet rag making contact with your cunt causing you to twitch.

“‘M sorry, baby. Just- stay still for me, all right? Can you do that for me?” Before you knew it, you were done. Kate carried you into your shared bed and laid you down, covering you in her clothes that were a few sizes too big for you. It was crazy how she could go from being so rough, to so soft in just an instant. The two of you cuddled close to one other.

“So, daddy?”

“Oh shut it!”

[beaconfeels]

WIP Wednesday✍🏻

Technically it’s Thursday now, but if I haven’t gone to bed, it doesn’t count, right? Not going to tag anyone this time since it’s too late, but here’s a little bit from the third part in my Lucky series that I’ve been working on here and there. Thanks for the tag @lucky-bishop , you wonderful human.

Stiles will live, but he’s still sick. The curse had done too much damage in the time it was able to linger, and it will take Stiles time to heal. Fortunately there doesn’t seem to be permanent damage to his organs, but he’s tired and extremely weak from weeks of barely being able to eat.

So Chris brings him home, tucks him up in their bed, and does his best not to let his worry seep into his partner as he plies him with warm broths, and fresh squeezed juices, and anything else with some nutrition that Stiles can keep down.

Peter is over often, and after the way he helped save Stiles, Chris doesn’t begrudge him it. Even if it is a bit strange to actually see Peter plant soft kisses on Stiles’s forehead, or hold his hand. They trade off shifts by Stiles’s side, even though Stiles spends the better part of his days at first sleeping.

Stiles seems to be healing, if slowly, but there’s something off. Something Chris can’t quite put his finger on, until one day Peter pulls him aside, brow furrowed.

“He smells miserable,” Peter says. “I pull any pain he has, and I think he’s healing, but he smells sad all the time. I don’t-“ he trails off, his hand coming up to tug at his own hair in an uncharacteristic show of worry and frustration.

Chris’s heart aches. Stiles is sad? He smells miserable? Jesus Christ, no wonder something has felt off. No wonder Peter’s lips have been pulled down tight the past few days. “I don’t understand,” Chris says helplessly.

Peter shrugs. “I don’t know,” he growls. “There’s something wrong. I think you should talk to him.”

Chris raises his eyebrows. “Why me?”

“You’re his primary,” Peter says easily. “What you two have is solid. Don’t get me wrong, I’m in this for the long haul, but he and I are newer, and our dynamic is…different than yours. I think he’s more likely to open up to you.”

Chris hadn’t known Peter saw things that way, but it’s a nice confirmation that Peter isn’t angling to keep Stiles all to himself, that he respects what they have. “Okay,” he agrees after a moment of tense silence. “I’ll see if I can get him to tell me what’s going on. In the meantime, you should go home and get some sleep, you look like hell.”

“Gee thanks,” Peter says wryly, but he heads toward the door anyway. He pauses right before leaving though. “You’ll tell it to me straight if it’s,” He pauses and blows out a breath, “If it’s not something I want to hear, you’ll still tell me, right?”

Surprised, Chris tilts his head at him. “You’re worried this is something with you? That he’s changed his mind?”

Peter looks annoyed at his own vulnerability, but he nods curtly.

“I don’t know what’s going on with him, but I don’t think it’s that, okay?” It’s not natural to be reassuring Peter, but the man looks so lost all of a sudden, so ready for the other shoe to drop, that he can’t help himself. “You know our boy. He doesn’t do anything by halves.”

“True,” Peter says, smiling a little. “Thank you, Christopher.”

[thenigotthisfamily]

Speak Now

Notes: I haven’t written much lately but had more inspiration recently. Thank you to @widowsistersandfriends for this great idea that happens to go so well with Speak Now TV coming out! 💜💜 Hope you guys like it!

Word Count: 2,037

Summary: Natasha, Yelena, Kate, and Clint crash a wedding.

“I’m boreddddd.”

“We’re literally hanging off the side of a building, Yelena.”

“Exactly. Boring. Amateur hour.”

Kate huffs at her blonde counterpart as she struggles with the cable suspending her 30 feet in the air.  “Well, this is exciting for me.”

“Proving my point about amateur hour, Kate Bishop.”

“Yelena.” Natasha chides her sister over their shared coms, though to be fair, she’s feeling rather bored herself as she resists the urge to fiddle with the hem of the elegant purple dress she wore.

Clint is being less discrete in his discomfort next to her, openly complaining about the itchiness of his suit. “Why did we take this job again?”

“Because it was Kate’s turn to pick the mission.” Yelena mumbles, chewing on a snickers bar loudly in their ears.

“What? I’ve always wanted to crash a wedding!”

“Because that’s the only way you’d ever get to one.” Yelena smirks over at the younger archer from her place on the side of the building.

Kate pouts at that. “I’ll have you know I had many suitors!”

Yelena laughs, “Ha! They probably just wanted to pet Lucky and you thought they were interested.”

“You must know from your experience with Fanny.” Kate shoots back quickly.

“Please, I could get a date faster than you could sneeze, Kate Bishop.”

“Then why don’t you huh?”

The blonde shrugs, stuffing the candy bar wrapper in her pocket. “Not interested.”

Clint chimes in over the coms, “Kate if you want advice on getting a date ask Nat. She’s the pro.”

“You’re the one that’s married Barton.” They can all practically hear the eye roll in the redhead’s voice.

“You always say you have no idea how I won Laura over.”

“And I stand by that statement.”

“Which makes you the dating expert, not me.”

“Ha, not even.” Natasha scoffs, resisting the urge to shove her friend across the table.

“I’ve seen you turn down a total of 5 marriage proposals.”

“FIVE??” Kate exclaims.

“Five more than you’ll ever get Kate Bishop.” Yelena smirks, though internally she’s surprised by this news too. She knew many were interested in her sister, but marriage proposals were a bit too bold for her liking. No one deserved Natasha in her opinion.

“Not five.” Natasha shoots back, quickly lowering her voice. Clint raises an eyebrow and the redhead huffs.

“…Seven.” (Maybe more to be honest, but Natasha wasn’t about to say that). “Besides, you’ve had your share of fangirls too, Barton.”

“You mean Kate.” Yelena chimes in.

“Hey!” Kate exclaims, turning bright red and flopping back against the building in a huff.

The blonde shrugs with a grin, “What, just stating facts.”

“I’m not…” Kate sputters, looking for some defense.

Natasha laughs, “Don’t let her rile you up Kate.”

Clint chuckles in the background, “Don’t worry Kate. I don’t have fangirls anyway.”

“Paris.” Natasha states quickly.

“….Fine. I had one fan girl. One. But I haven’t turned down seven proposals like you!”

Natasha rolls her eyes, “I had literally just met them!”

Clint shrugs, “A few of them had promise.”

“They did not.” Natasha is surprised to hear Yelena saying the same words as her at the same time. She smiles internally at the protectiveness she hears in the blonde’s voice.

“What about that girl in Moscow?” Clint grins evilly.

Natasha bites back a blush. “She didn’t propose.”

“Right. You were the one that wanted to.”

“Can we focus on the mission?”

“Wait, what girl?” Yelena asks suspiciously.

“No one.” Natasha snaps. She can tell her sister wants to press more, but at that instant loud music starts to play. The black widow has never been happier for a wedding to start in her life.

Clint and Natasha stand and make their way to their seats in the well-decorated function hall. “I don’t see any suspects. What do you guys see up there?”

“All normal.” Natasha can hear the slight suspicion in her sister’s voice and huffs, knowing they were going to have a conversation later about that girl in Moscow.

“Wait.”

Both Natasha and Clint tense at that, reaching slowly to their concealed weapons.

“…Is that an ice cream truck?”

Natasha sighs, “Really Yelena.”

“Oh yeah it is! We should get some after!” Kate exclaims excitedly.

Clint huffs, “You guys do know you’re supposed to be conducting surveillance.”

“Right. Sorry.” Kate quickly snaps back to attention, eager to please her teammates.

Yelena rolls her eyes at the young archer’s eagerness. “Relax Barton. There’s nothing.”

“So you say.”

But the wedding ceremony continues to progress without signs of incident. The wedding party proceeds to the front and the bride and groom begin to exchange vows as Clint and Natasha take their seats.

“Wait.” This time everyone knows Yelena is serious. “The suspect is here. Back right exit door. About 10 thugs with him it looks like. This wedding is about to get messy.”

“Stay there! We need a distraction first.” Clint gives Natasha a look.

“Oh hell no.” Natasha resists, realizing what Clint was implying.

“I can’t do it, I’m married!”

“Like that’s stopped you from responding to fangirl mail!”

“That’s completely different! Besides I just say thanks for writing.”

“This doesn’t even mean anything! It’s an act!”

“So why can’t you do it?”

“What are they arguing about?” Kate asks Yelena in confusion in the background. The blonde just huffs, having some idea about what was going on but not being too happy about it.

“Fine!” Natasha gives Clint a glare before turning back to the stage. Clint gives an innocent smile and slips away to his position.

They wait a few more minutes until the officiator finally says the words “If anyone objects to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Natasha grits her teeth but stands up confidently, raising her hand. “I object!”

All eyes turn to her, and she can see the headlines already. Black Widow crashes a wedding in New York. Does she have a secret lover? Black Widow: The Homewrecker.

She was gonna kill Clint.

She honestly hated when everyone watched her. It went against her very nature as a spy. But no one would ever be able to tell that from looking at her as she stood cool and calm, facing the shocked couple on stage.

The only person that would notice her discomfort now was currently smashing through a window on the floor below, dragging Kate in behind to ambush the thugs before they made it to the floor of the wedding. Natasha didn’t see Clint anywhere but heard sounds of the fight in her ear. She was annoyed at being left out of the action and dealing with this scrutiny, but she supposes she’s been here before. If she could stare down nation leaders, she could handle crashing a wedding.

She steps out into the aisle, already hearing the whispers. “That’s the Black Widow!”

The officiator looks at her in surprise, “Um, yes? Miss..Romanoff? What would you like to say?”

The Black Widow walks up confidently, Natasha having fully assumed her alter ego at this point. “Well, I’d like to say that I object to the wedding here between Matthew and Morgan.”

The bride’s eyes widen even further, “What is this, Matthew??”

The groom shakes his head rapidly, “I swear I’ve never seen her before! At least…not in person!”

“I’m not here to break up your wedding,” Natasha states loudly enough for everyone to hear. Then she lowers her voice and steps closer to the couple so only they could hear. “I’m here because your brother, Matthew, has been selling stolen Stark tech to pay off a deep debt that he owes.” She turns to the bride, “To a man that happens to be your estranged father. He’s here with his thugs to collect that debt.” She nods at the brother who is standing in the best man position, looking nervous and guilty.

“What?” Both the bride and groom exclaim. Matthew turns and pulls his brother to the side for some harsh words.

“My father is here?” Morgan asks with wide eyes.

Natasha softens a bit. She feels bad for how this couple’s special day is going. “I’m sorry, we’re taking out his men as we speak. We didn’t mean to cause so much disruption, but it couldn’t be helped. They were going to barge in and go right for your soon to be brother-in-law. They knew he’d be here.”

“Our families grew up together. He was always my least favorite.” Morgan mumbles. “What will become of my father? Should I talk to him?”

Natasha gives the woman a sympathetic look. “He’ll be in custody, but we know the background of this feud. It seems to be internal with your families, hopefully that will allow it to be resolved faster. There’s nothing you can do at the moment.”

The bride nods, “Should…the wedding continue?” She looks around at her bewildered guests.

Natasha smiles and looks over to the other room where the groom and his brother are arguing. “Yes, have your day. Just a minute.”

She reaches the men just in time for her to catch a brother’s punch at the groom. “HEY!” She spins him around and jams his shoulder into the wall. “You got yourself into this mess! Don’t take it out on him!” The man can only whimper under the painful hold the widow has him in. Natasha leans closer to him in anger. “You listen very clearly. You’re going to go back out there and stand and support your brother on the happiest day of his life. Then you’re going to go outside and get in the police car waiting for you. If you take any diversions from those steps, you’ll be greeted by my teammates who I assure you will be less nice than the police.”

“Please let us greet him. I’m boredddd.” Yelena yawns, sitting on the legs of a tied-up thug who tried to roll around in his bonds.

The redhead doesn’t answer her sister but gives the brother a hard glare. The man gulps and nods rapidly. She then goes to the groom and straightens out his bowtie. “Sorry to ruin your day. Go out there and marry your girl.”

Matthew shakes his head, feeling bewildered by everything that had just happened. But he climbs back onto the stage and grabs the bride’s hands, motioning for the officiator to continue.

As the bride and groom kiss and are announced as a couple, the two archers and the blonde come up next to Natasha at the back of the venue. All perpetrators apprehended.

“Makes me remember my wedding.” Clint smiles fondly.

Natasha quirks an eyebrow, “Your wedding was in the middle of a firefight in Moscow with Fury yelling the officiating from his tank.”

“Don’t be jealous Nat.”

The redhead rolls her eyes but smiles fondly at the memory as well. She had been so new to SHIELD then, but seeing Laura and Clint together made her believe in something for the first time in years.

“So…can we get ice cream now?”

“Wow Yelena, so romantic.” Kate teases, but secretly was thinking the same thing.

“What? I’m hungry. I ran out of candy bars. Besides, I’m not old and gross like these two. Appreciating weddings. Bah. Have you ever seen a Heckler and Koch Grenade Launcher? Now that’s real beauty.”

Clint rolls his eyes but heads off toward the ice cream truck, beckoning Kate to follow. Yelena turns back to her sister who is still watching the newlyweds exit the venue.

“You wanted to get married didn’t you.”

Natasha tilts her head at her sister. “I’ve wanted a lot of things, but that was never one of them.”

“You don’t want the house renovator husband I gave you?”

Natasha snorts. “Absolutely not.”

“What about that Moscow girl?”

The black widow stops and eyes her sister seriously. “She wasn’t anything.”

“Uh huh.” Yelena says disbelievingly, but she can tell her sister wouldn’t be talking about it further so doesn’t press.

“Besides,” Natasha walks up to the ice cream cart and grabs something for Yelena, booping a bit of ice cream on the girl’s nose before handing her the cone, causing the blonde to huff. “I wouldn’t want to get boreddd.”

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Magic Can Be Fun Too (Wanda x Kate)

Natasha introduces a nervous Kate to Wanda, after some awkwardness, Wanda soon shows Kate that she has no reason to be afraid. This fic also has ler!nat towards the end! (Word count: 1651)

Nat led Kate to the kitchen where Wanda was cooking, "Instead of training today, I'd like to you spend time with the one Avenger you haven't met yet. Meet Wanda Maximoff, also known as the Scarlet Witch. Wanda, this is Kate Bishop." She smiled and patted Kate on the shoulder before exiting the kitchen.

Kate bit her lip, going to say something before turning and realising that Natasha was gone. She stepped back a little and watched the Scarlet Witch nervously. “Uh… hello…” she greeted quietly.

Wanda smiled softly, "Hi, Kate Bishop, would you like any lunch?" She offered, but the young archer was nervous, she shook her head silently and wrapped her arms around herself.

“I’m okay… thanks, I’m not hungry.” She told Wanda quietly, picking at her shirt as she watched her nervously.

The Witch nodded in understanding, but still felt Kate was uncomfortable around her, "That's okay, I usually make enough for everyone that's here at the complex and store some leftovers," she said with a sweet smile.

Kate nodded in response, trying to smile back as she sat at the table. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind…”

Wanda smiled warmly, arching an eyebrow, "Kate, are you a nervous person or do I make you a little nervous?" Kate couldn’t help but look down when she said that, shrugging in response as she tensed up slightly.

The witch smiled gently, trying to come up with a way to make herself less intimidating without over invading Kate's space. "Would you like to see some of my magic?" She asked in her softest tone.

Kate nodded, admittedly curious about what she could do which didn’t seem dangerous. “Okay… sure.”

Wanda sent her a gentle grin and began making tendrils of magic with her fingers as her eyes glowed briefly. She then sent a swirl around Kate that danced around her from head to toe. "What do you think?"

Kate looked around, her eyes glistening at the sight. “It’s beautiful…” she murmured quietly.

Wanda smiled and waved her hand so some magic flowed through her hair, "Do you want me to lift you?"

“Sure…” she replied, enjoying the feeling in her hair as she smiled shyly.

Wanda nodded and sent magic swirling all around Kate and through her to lift her gently a few inches above the ground.

Kate couldn’t help but flinch at the strange sensation as she looked down at the ground. “Woah…”

"I'm not hurting you am I?" Wanda asked and let the magic flow through Kate's torso gently. Kate wriggled around, blushing and shaking her head. “Nonono…”

Wanda tilted her head curiously as a playfully mischievous grin formed, "Oh, I see," she winked and sent the feathery magic under Kate's arms, over her tummy and through her torso and ribs.

Kate gasped and slammed her arms down, trying to wriggle around whilst floating as she squealed with giggles. “Nohohoho!”

"Oh my, the great Kate Bishop is ticklish," she smirked and wiggled her fingers so her magic tested different spots and pressure points, grazing Kate's feet, skimming her inner thighs and bouncing on the backs, squeezing her knees and spidering her tummy, all very gently.

The archer screeched with giggles and did everything she could in her weakened down power to try and stop Wanda, especially when she felt the sensation along her feet and inner thighs. “WAHAHAHANDA!”

The witch chuckled and set her down, opening her arms to her, "Okay okay, easy little one, come here." Kate blushed a little and hugged her, still a little hesitant about doing so.

Wanda wrapped her arms comfortably around Kate, giving her enough of a squeeze to be comfortable without making her feel crushed, "See? Not so scary hugging the tickle monster is it?"

“The-the what?” The young archer replied, blushing madly at the nickname Wanda gave herself.

The witch smirked, "Tickle monster?" She repeated innocently as she used her hands this time to spider up Kate's sides, making Kate squeal and lean forward, trying hard not to giggle.

"Awwww is Katie ticklish? Is she? Tickletickletickle!" She cooed and pulled her back into a tight hug as she gently spidered and squeezed her sides and ribs.

“Whahahahat? Nohohoho!” She protested, hiding in Wanda’s shoulder as she giggled helplessly.

The redhead smiled playfully and slipped her gentle hands to spider just under her top over her sides, back and tummy, "Ticktickticktickle, Katie coo!'

Kate burst into louder giggles, sucking her belly in with a squeal. “Nohohoho not the skin!” She protested, blushing as she tried to wriggle away.

"Oh is this worse?" Wanda asked innocently as she fluttered in even lighter, causing Kate to whine and keep giggling adorably, whilst shaking her head.

"Awww clearly it issss," Wanda said as she nuzzled her neck, kissing her cheek before letting her go, "Are you suuuure you don't want what I'm making for lunch?"

Kate blushed madly, shrugging. “You sure you’re not going to poison me like I’m Snow White?” She teased.

Wanda laughed heartily, "No no, nothing like that." She smiled, "But I may eat you up like the witch in Hansel and Gretel," she winked and nuzzled her neck as she hugged the archer.

The younger woman squealed and scrunched her shoulders up, shaking her head as she leaned away and tried not to giggle. “Noho!”

The witch hugged her tightly and rocked her for a moment, "Awww c'mon Kate, I'm the big bad tickle witch," she winked and squeezed her ribcage, each finger between two ribs . , causing Kate to shake her head and giggle hysterically. “Gahah noooo!”

“Awww but this is so cuuute and so are you!" She cooed as she kept gently digging in, grinning as Kate blushed and cackled with giggles, not noticing Natasha coming into see what was going on.

Nat smirked, sneaking up on Wanda and spidering into her sides, "Don't worry kid, who do you think taught the tickle witch all she knows,"

Kate took the opportunity to step away, shrugging as she watched Wanda retreat her hands and burst into giggles. “Uhh, that kid Peter?” She asked with a little bit of sarcasm.

Nat raised an eyebrow and immediately pulled Kate into a tickle hug next, "Think again, smart alec!" She teased and shook into Kate's ribs with one hand and spidered into her armpit with the other.

The archer giggled hysterically and reached out to Wanda. “Hehehehelp!” She squealed, trying to wiggle out of Nat’s arms.

Nat smirked at Wanda, "Yeah Wanda, help," she winked, curious as to what the witch would do. The Scarlet Witch decided to be mean for a moment and used to her magic to get them both, causing the Widow to squeal when her ribs and armpits were tickled by the feathery magic, "Hehehehey!"

"Well, you exposed me, Natty," she winked and then honed in on Kate, letting her magic flutter over her inner thighs and between her toes as she released Nat.

Kate smirked at Nat, watching with a shy smile before squealing with giggles, she squeezed her legs shut and jumped away. “Hehehey nohoho!”

Nat approached slowly, "Uh ohhhh, uh ohhh," she smirked as she wiggled her fingers, Wanda's magic gently lifting Kate's arms over her head as Nat spidered into her armpits and Wanda joined her by spidering into her ribs and belly.

“Wait what, nononohohohoho!” Kate gasped, shaking her head before bursting into a fit of giggles, she pulled helplessly at her arms as she shook her head.

"Awww but this is your hazing!" Nat giggled, "It's much nicer than real hazing."

Wanda nodded in agreement as she exchanged a look with Nat, and they both pulled her top up to raspberry all over her belly before releasing her and pulling her into a group hug.

“AHAHAHA NOHOHOHO!” Kate screeched with laughter, pulling so hard that she fell on her butt the second her arms were released.

Both Wanda and Nat gasped and came to help her up, "Are you okay??" The witch asked, highly concerned

"Does anything hurt?" Nat asked gently, but Kate shook her head, but the cheekiness in her caused her to pretend to pass out, biting back her playful smile.

Nat and Wanda exchanged smiles, and the Widow playfully gave "chest compressions" by squeezing Kate's ribcage while Wanda counted, "1-2-3-4-5, BREATHE!" With all the drama before raspberrying Kate's neck.

Kate scrunched her shoulders up and immediately creased up with giggles once again, curling up a little as she gently pushed at Natasha’s hands.

"Awwww I think she needs more tickle, CPR, Wands," the older redhead teased.

The younger woman nodded, "Oh yes, I've got just the trick," she winked as Nat tugged Kate's shirt up for Wanda who blew a head-shaking raspberry right into her belly button.

“GAHAHAH SHIHIHIT!” Kate screeched and shoved her shirt down, curling up as silent laughter escaped her lips.

The two Avengers stopped her torture, as the Widow rubbed her back, the Witch conjured up a fresh glass of water and ran her fingers through the archer's hair, "Hey, you're safe here," she soothed.

Nat nodded, "I told you she doesn't bite, but she might tickle." She explained, making Kate blush as she took the water, shyly leaning into Wanda whilst she recovered.

Wanda smiled, and kept running her fingers through her hair, and Nat looked down at Kate fondly and booped her nose, "You're home with us, kiddo."

Kate scrunched her nose up, smiling bashfully as she yawned. “W-would you like to watch a movie?” She asked both of them.

Wanda nodded, using her magic to plate three lunches and store the rest of the leftovers for them, as Nat offered Kate a hand as she walked them toward the couch, "Absolutely."

The archer smiled, quickly getting comfortable on the couch and helping herself to the snacks whilst happily cuddled in between Natasha and Wanda, as the evening passed by at a comfortable pace.

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Door bell to your candy shop jingles as I skip in!

This is so exciting!! I swear!! Hope you are having a good day! 🌹

Can I pretty, pretty, pretty please with cherries on top have…

Praise kink,

Size kink,

Prey/predator

Gun play

With Manny 😈

Please feel free to do whatever you want with it! No special requests! I hope I did this right! Eeeeeep, I’m so excited!

Masterlist

War Games

Contains: Fluff, smut, consent and kink negotiation, praise kink, bratting, size kink, prey/predator, gun play, oral sex M receiving, fingering, P in V, aftercare.

3K words.

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The Mayans have their annual war games and a bet with Manny has you helping him practice in a very special way.

"No offense but it's kinda cute, everyone getting together like you're at camp to play games."

Bishop chuckled, "no offence taken Querida." You smiled and leaned into Manny's side, his arm coming up to hold you to him. 

"When is it and who's coming?" They looked at each other, cautious of how you were going to react, "oh no, is that turtle turd coming? I hate his stupid fucking face." You could tell they were trying not to laugh. 

Angel spoke first, doing his best to keep his composure, "in a week and yes, that turtle turd is coming, sorry." You felt Manny stiffen, he hated the man with a burning passion, everyone did, but Manny's was a special kind of hatred. 

"Nothing like finding the man you looked up to is a monster, good big brother my ass." 

"Well, Mi Tesoro, he won't come near you, not after the last time you two butted heads." They all smiled at the memory of you punching Canche in the face. 

"Thank God, now, let's talk strategy." Manny smiled, shaking his head with affection. 

"My lady, always the practical one." 

You were enjoying the dinner manny cooked when the conversation turned back to the war games "how does it work? I get the target practice and the hand to hand stuff but most war games, at least the one that the military put on have planned hunts and tactical games."

"We will be having that too, since it's here this year, will be doing it at the old chem factory and scrap yard." The old chem factory was bought by the MC a few years ago, now they use it for storage and a hideout since the factory ran twenty fours hours a day and they had a few small houses at the back for the foremen who would have to stay overnight.

"Wow, it is like camp. Are you going to swap ghost stories in your bunk beds at night?"

Manny gave you a look, "we actually might, half of those guys are little kids."

You giggled, "it's cute. It's sad that you won't be able to hide anywhere because of your long limbs."

He raised his eyebrows, "who said anything about hiding?"

The game was on now, "you think being built like Gumby will get you anywhere if you're chasing someone? There's nothing scary about being hunted by those blow up wiggling dolls at a used car lot."

"You take that back, you little brat. You think you could do better?" You knew you couldn't but he loved to prove he was bigger and stronger, it made up for the fact that he thought you were smarter.

"Maybe." He grinned, reaching across the table to take your hand in his.

"You wanna bet?" You smiled, squeezing his hand and leaning closer.

"You're on Emmanuel. Are we doing this at the yard or the old factory?" You could see the wheels turning in his head, then a look came over his face, one of heat and hunger.

"At the old factory, that way when I catch you, I can drag you all the way across the yard and fuck you in bed."

You blinked, "who says you're going to catch me? What are you going to do, flop your arms at me?" He clenched his jaw, your words getting to him.

"We have these guns that look like the real thing but they make a smaller bang and they fire these little powder balls that don't hurt when they hit you. If you're so sure that I won't catch you, why don't we make this as close to the real thing as we can?"

"You're going to trust me with a weapon, do you want to lose?" You smirked, "who says you're getting one, if you're so sure I need practice, you should make if easy for me."

"Done, I can beat you on my brain alone."

He stood up, and walked to your side of the table, taking his hand in yours and standing you up, "seal it with a kiss?" You smiled and leaned in, pressing your lips to his, "I'm going to kick your butt so hard."

He chuckled, "sure Mi Tesoro, you won't be thinking that when you're screaming my name."

****

You pulled up outside the warehouse, Manny's bike stopping next to your car. He was already grinning as he went to your trunk and pulled out the toy gun. "Let's go over terms." 

You smiled, running a hand up his chest while he rested the gun against the car, "I run, you try and grab me. Your goal is to catch me and take me to the house out back and mine is to get back here before you find me. If I win, you admit that I was right and if you win we get to have fun kinky sex together. All in all I win no matter what." 

He smiled, his hand coming to stroke your face, "I'm going to give you a five minute head start. You better run little girl." He kissed you one last time, his lips lingering on yours and if you were a betting woman, you'd think he was trying to make you weak in the knees. 

You ran around the back of the building, testing the door and finding it open before going inside and looking for the next place to go. You were stuck between a staircase and a hallway, choosing the staircase because you imagined that the second floor would be more empty and less used. 

You were right but that went against you, there was nowhere to hide and the staircase was the only way up and down. You heard the door open, your five minutes must have been up. You realised that you had to find some way to lure him away from the stairs so you could get yourself back down them without him grabbing you. 

You went to the other side, setting up an old tin can to fall over if he walked up it and waited. It took him a lot less time for him to get to the second floor than you thought it would and you were hit with the fact that living in a desert meant that there was dust everyone and your footprints must have left a path right to where you were. 

Thankfully, he felt for the tin can and you managed to rush past him, ducking the barrel of the gun as he raised it. He was hot on your heels as you flew down the stairs, cursing his long limbs as you barely escaped his grasp. You looked around the bottom floor, spying a door close by and went to open it, it was locked from the outside. Manny must have taken the time to lock all the doors so you couldn't run out and there was no way you were going to find the one he left open for himself before he got to you. 

"Come on little girl, just give up." You spun around, he was very close. 

"No way in hell noodle man." He smile, taking one tiny step towards you. 

"Are you sure that's how you want to play it?" 

You looked around, spying an old bit of cardboard before picking it up and lobbing it at him, Manny batting it away with the gun. You knew he had brought you into a trap, the open door was behind him. You raised your hands with a smile, "come and get me." He lunged and you dodged but he grabbed you, pressing the gun to your back. 

"Walk now, be my good girl and do what I ask." You had no plans to do that then you remembered something. 

It was late, you were resting your head on Manny's chest after a late night roll in the sheets. You ran your hand up his ribs and he flinched, "oh my God, are you ticklish?" 

"Fuck no, now behave and don't do it again." You disobeyed right away, digging your fingers into his side and he laughed like a madman. 

"Holy shit, you are." 

You took advantage, pinching his side and knocking the gun out of his arms as he bent over. You pointed it at him with a smile, "what are you going to do now long man?" His gaze became dark and his arms shot out in a flash, knocking the gun from your hands as he pulled you closer, spun you around and pressed your back to his chest. 

"I've got you now little girl." You tried to struggle but he was just too big and too strong. 

"It seems you do, I concede, you win." He smiled and licked a strip up your neck, a shudder running across your body. 

"Good girl, now you're going to walk to the foreman's house and not run again or you're going to regret it, a lot." 

You nodded, "we can hold hands, I lost, I'm going to be gracious about it." He smiled softly and leaned down to kiss you as he linked his hand in yours, the kiss all soft and warm. You walked to the house with incident, Manny opening the door. 

"Wow, this place is liveable." 

He smiled, stopping to stand in the middle of the room before taking your face in his hands, "I came by at lunch to make sure it was nice and clean. How are you feeling after that?" Manny wasn't an idiot, he knew well that adrenalin didn't always know who was safe and who was actually a threat. 

"I'm great, how are you feeling?" His hands moved to your shoulders to apply steady downward pressure. 

"I'm feeling like you should suck my dick." You resisted the force, looking up at him through defiant eyes. 

"Make me." 

He hooked his leg around your knee, supporting you as he brought you to the ground, "what happened y/n? You were being so good for me." 

You bit your lip, "you didn't say please." He blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering. 

"No, you're right there I did not." You could see him thinking, "be good please and suck my cock." 

You turned your head and kissed his forearm, "thank you, you're so polite." His chest was getting puffier and puffier. 

"Get to it or after you get me off I'm driving us home." You went to remove his jeans, only enough to get his cock out but Manny stopped your and pulled his pants down a little further, "you know what to do if you want me to stop?" 

You placed your hands on his bare ass and pinched his cheek, "yep." His cock was already hard and at attention. You removed one hand from his butt and wrapped it around him, Manny swallowing hard. You did your best to hold back your grin as you licked the tip, it was tiny and he must have only just felt it, because he looked down at you with raised eyebrows. 

"Have I ever made hollow threats?" 

You shook your head and gave him a real lick, Manny's hand finding the side f your neck as he held you gently. You wrapped your lips around the head and sucked, the suction causing him to grunt. You dropped your hand and licked it before returning it to his cock and jacking it up and down while your mouth focused on the head. 

When his breath began the heave, you moved your hand to his balls and took him down as far as you could. His hand moved in a flash to your shoulder as he squeezed, "there you go, my good girl, sucking my dick like you were made to." 

Before too long, he was pulling you off him and yanking you up and pulling up his boxers before stepping out of his jeans, "lay on the bed." You took a deep breath, considering your next move but Manny had other ideas, "you're always so good for me and I love you so much, if you behave, you know how good I can make you feel." 

You couldn't resist walking to the bed with Manny holding your hand. He stopped you just before you laid down and began to remove your clothes, staring at your top and kissing every inch of your skin he could. When you were naked, he stepped back and regarded you, "you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." 

You smiled and kissed him, Manny's thumb brushing your cheek. "Get comfortable Mi Tesoro." You did as he asked, settling into the bed with your head on the pillows, "good girl, I told you I'd look after you if you just behaved now what do you want, my mouth or my fingers?" 

That was like being asked to choose between a chocolate cake and a chocolate brownie. "Your fingers." He smiled and hopped up, "I better make sure they're not gross first." he rushed off to the little bathroom, coming back a few minutes later. 

"You're very sweet Emmanuel." 

He climbed back on top of you and hovered, "we've talked about this, there's no need to thank me for the bare minimum." He pressed his lips to yours, keeping you desperate by pulling his lips just out of reach every few seconds. He went to your neck next, kissing down your body before reaching your breasts and licking both nipples one after the other. 

He kissed across your stomach then over your hips and down your legs, retracing his path back to your lips and catching you in an intense embrace. His fingers brushed your skin, mapping out your flesh until he reached your core. 

"My good girl, you're so wet for me." You kissed him again, Manny's fingers running through your slit. 

"I'm always like this with you." Manny chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose. 

"You know how to give a man an ego." He brought wetness from your entrance to your clit to slick the way for his thumb as he slid two of his long thick fingers inside you, his mouth swallowing your moan and he stroked your G-spot. He knew what he was going, your skin feeling warm as he built you up to bliss. 

His lips found your neck, nibbling on the skin while his fingers picked up speed. It didn't take long for you to reach bliss and Manny didn't stop, clearly happy with how good you had been and uninterested in dragging it out. He sealed his lips to your as you came, swallowing each gasp and moan, "can you give me one more then I'll give you my cock?" 

You nodded, pausing to catch your breath, "can you lose the clothes, I'm a little cold and you're very warm." Manny smiled, removing his hand from you with a peck to your lips. He was naked in a flash then he pressed his hard body against yours. 

His fingers found your body again, Manny grunting as he slid them back inside you, his thumb circling your clit, "better Mi Amor?" 

"Much, thank you." His face nuzzled your neck as he worked you up again, sucking a bruise into your skin that you knew you be there in the morning. The second orgasm came on slow but hit hard and you pushed your hips into his hand as he worked your though it. 

"Good girl, would you like your reward for how good you've been for me." Your chest heaved as you formed your answer. 

"I thought this was your reward for winning?" He smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek.

"Every day with you is a reward Mi Amor." You smiled, Manny taking that as his go ahead before removing his fingers and using your wetness to slick up his cock. He lifted your legs over his hips and ran his cock up and down your slit before pressing his lips to yours and sliding inside you. 

"Ah, fuck, you're going to kill be y/n." You sighed as he bottomed out pressing your face into his neck as he started rocking his hips. 

"What a way to go." He chuckled, bringing his lips to yours before nipping your low lip. His hips picked up speed and he moved on if his hands to your clit while he angled his body to rub your G-spot. He started to falter, your effect on him as plain as day. 

"Fuck you're so tight, I'll be thanking the Gods every day that I get to have you." You wrapped your arms around his body and brought him as close as you could, your fingernail digging into his skin as his hips reached full force. 

His lips never left yours as you came for the third time, Manny grunting like an animal as he slammed into you. It took a handful of hard thrusts before you felt him pulse inside you then he collapsed onto you with a moan. His lips were soft when they found yours, his hips shifting till he slid out of you, then he was rolling over and taking you with him. 

"You good?" You buried yourself in his side, pressing your lips to his pec. 

"I'm wonderful, are you good?" He smiled, his cheek splitting with affection. 

"I'm great, do you want to stay here tonight or do you want to head home?" You sighed, you really didn't want to be here any longer than you had to be. 

"Home please, but give me a bit the catch my breath." He kissed your forehead and rubbed his hand up and down your arm. 

"Fine with me, I'll drive and someone can drop me back here in the morning." You closed your eyes, content to listen to his heartbeat as you came down. 

"I love you Manny." 

"I love you too y/n." 

****

Manny drove you home with his hand on your leg the whole time. When you got in, he took you right to the bathroom and ran you a bath, ordering your favourite takeout while he washed the day from your skin. Once you were both clean and fed, he tucked you into bed, settling next to you with your chest pressed together.

"Did you have fun today?"

You nodded, "so much fun, I'd love to do it again."

He smiled and ran his hand up and down your back, "I'd like that too."

Fin

[fashionablyfyrdraaca]

❛ would you like to go somewhere a little more private? ❜

sakhilsfha thank you so much for sending one in!! i took this as a chance to practice writing again<3 I have posted it here on ao3 where I hope to make a series of prompt postings :) 1,384 words. Mature rating because I'm still learning the rating scale.

The party is dry for a Zee Captain. Society elites and bohemians mix, tittering and speaking about things he cares not for. Apparently a duchess has been caught abed with a Rubbery Man or some other such disgusting thing. Regardless of the truth, they gossip endlessly where they stand with wine or some expensive Surface hors d'oeuvres. Likely is not to be seen, presumably working on some mission for the Honey-Eyed Hellion.

He bites into a chertapple, hoping that its ability to strengthen one’s will is not just rumour. He worries that he is bringing shame to Likely for his manner of dress. These people don’t seem the type to admire a Zee Captain or a Catholic. He knows very well that he cannot hide what he is. Well, if his appearance might shame her, let it not be said that his manner did as well.

Moving from the pillar he was leaning on, he enters the atrium properly. Blankets are set upon the grass and a myriad of candles have been brought in in an attempt to brighten up the area for lack of sun. Servants dash to and fro with plates and goblets in their liveried hands. A band plays lively music, the likes of which would have never been played on the Surface. 

The Honey-Eyed Hellion notices his approach, a serpentine smile coming to his face.  He slips away from the group of bohemians he is entertaining and meets the Cardinal halfway.

“Old bird! I see you have finally decided to join us!”

“Likely seems to think society is good for my health.”

Hellion laughs at that, his yellow eyes narrowing. He is surely imagining the cajoling it must have taken.

“Isn’t it good for all of us? I hear the Zee plays on the mind,” he clamps his hand down on the Cardinal’s arm. “Come. We have the Bishop of Southwark here today! Perhaps another man of the Church would do you well?”

“I’m not an Anglican, Henry,” the Cardinal uses the Hellion’s name with acid in his voice.

“Well, well! It’s no problem. We all end up in the same place anyway!”

The Cardinal curses him; leave it to a devil to not understand the matters of faith. His agitation grows as the Hellion pulls him toward the crowd. Most of the crowd are human, gaudy in their reception clothes. A few devils stand amongst them, their strange suits and orange eyes marking them as different. Most notable is the short man in purple cassock, cantankerously reenacting what appears to be a wrestling move. This must be the Bishop of Southwark - the Cardinal can feel himself starting to dislike the man already.

“Old Honey-eyes, the Bishop here has been telling us his plans for his election campaign,” starts a devil at their approach.

“Yes! I think London could do with a God-fearing Mayor,” the Bishop belts out, deep voice fitting his mustachioed self. 

“On that note,” the Honey-Eyed Hellion interjects. “I have here with us another man of the cloth! I introduce to you Archibald Phim, the Cordial Cardinal, Archbishop of Freiburg im Breisgau and Cardinal to Pope Leo XIII.” 

The Cardinal raises his eyebrow at Hellion's introduction. He bows nonetheless to Southwark, taking his naval hat off smoothly. When he looks back up, Southwark is staring at him intensely. He smiles tightly back. 

“Where is your mitre, man?”

“Pardon?”

Southwark glowers, “Your mitre. The symbol of your status? Why do you have a common captain’s hat instead?”

The Cardinal looks to Hellion for help, his face pleading. Hellion smiles sweetly. He sighs and turns back to face Southwark. 

“I am no longer a Cardinal… I am simply a man of the Zee now. It is to her that I belong.”

His hands wring the hat nervously. The other devils look innocent. The human entourage warily whisper to one another and look between the two men. Now they know what he is… what he is not. Perhaps what he should still be. The Cardinal fervently wishes Likely was here. 

“WHAT?! How could you turn your back on the people?”

The Cardinal laughs nervously, “Is it not impolite to refer to religion and other matters of theology while in a public setting?”

“Is it not impolite to turn away from the fold when we need all men of faith in this fight against Hell? Hell is here, man! With us!”

“Don’t forget…” one of the devils says, putting their hands on the bishop’s shoulders, “Who is funding your campaign.”

The Bishop of Southwark bristles at that, his mustaches shuddering with his grimace. Polite laughter comes from the others. Some come across as more sincere. The Cardinal simply watches, motioning to one of the servants for a drink. If he has to put up with this any further, he’d rather do it drunk. Polite society doesn’t seem to be for him. At least he has gotten accustomed to the Neathy mushroom wines so common down here.

The party continues on for some time. Subjects are danced around and feelings protected. The Cardinal manages to keep himself out of the spotlight and out of the conversation in general. His glass is filled and refilled leading to a pleasant buzz. He barely listens to Southwark’s ramblings or Hellion’s jabs. He accounts in his mind for supplies and fuel, gifts for the Monkey Emperor or intelligence reports for the Dark-Spectacled Admiral. Lately these mental notations are all that entertain him.

Out of the corner of his eye he notices something pale yellow. He turns to see a lovely image walking through the atrium toward the group. He holds his breath as he takes in the sight. The Likely Lass smiles as she comes toward him. She wears an elegant reception dress; the yellow colour of it brings out the faint copper tones in her brown hair. A series of white ribbons hold her hair up in a complicated  arrangement that accentuate the length of her pale neck. 

“My darling,” she starts, reaching out to him. “I’m so glad you came.”

He takes her hands, smiling warmly down at her. If angels traversed the Neath, she is proof of their existence. His saviour from boredom and social tedium. 

Before he can respond, the other members notice Likely’s arrival. They swarm like bees, chittering in their gossip with her. She looks at him apologetically, but turns to answer their questions. The Hellion pesters her with discussions of business. Sighing, the Cardinal smiles sadly and steps away to let her have her moment.

Eventually she is able to slip away and she links arms with him. She looks up at him, brown eyes twinkling with some plan of her own. 

“Would you like to go somewhere a little more private,” she whispers, leaning into him. He does not fail to notice the way her body presses against his own. The scent of a gentle perfume wafts from her form. Desire fills him.

“Of course. I thought I would never be free from these… hm. Your colleagues.”

Likely laughs and pulls him past the pillars. She expertly leads him through a series of hallways until they reach a quiet alcove. No servants or clay men traverse this area of the chateau. His hands immediately go to her waist, pulling her towards him. In response, she raises a finger to stop him.

“I just want to thank you, Archibald. I know it is hard for you to relate to us when you spend so much time at Zee.”

His heart skips a beat at her use of his name. So rarely does he hear it. It is always Captain or Cardinal. Never Archibald. 

“Thank you for trying for me.”

“For you, my love, I will always try even if I cannot claim to understand your people.”

She closes her eyes and raises her face for him. Without any hesitation, Archibald leans in for the kiss. Her lips are soft and her breath hot on his cheek. With one hand he pulls her even closer so that their chests press against each other; the other hand cradles the back of her head, careful to not muss her coiffure. Even if all he gets are stolen moments like this, he can live happily. His angel in yellow is all he needs. 

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#5

Objectively

Bishop Losa x F!Reader

Dedicated to the loveliest of all @withmyteeth​ 💛 And inspired by This Post

Warnings: language, alcohol, jealous Bish starting shit

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: This evolved as I wrote it. Which like. How disgustingly on brand for me lmao. But I loved writing this so much. Also let the record show that for me personally I think that EZ is easily the hottest guy in the club but that’s a whole other thing. I’ll let Angel have it for one fic 😂

I couldn’t find the gif of Bishop yeeting Angel to the floor but that’s what I originally had in mind for this lmao

“I’m just saying,” you shook your head as EZ handed you another beer, “sometimes you just look at someone and know that they got way too far in life just being pretty.”

He chuckled, wiping down the bar, “I don’t think that applies to anyone here.”

Rolling your eyes, your response came rapid-fire, “Oh shut up, you’re the worst offender of them all, Golden Boy.” He chuckled, smiling as he shook his head, and you emphatically pointed at him, “That! That right there. Tryna pretty your way out of being called out. Unbelievable.”

Both of you broke down into laughter. You were going to keep prodding him about it when you felt a hand land on your hip. Looking back over your shoulder, your laughter shifted into a smile when you saw Bishop standing behind you. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Everything alright over here?” amusement was laced into his tone.

You nodded, laughing quietly, “Yea, we’re alright. Just explaining to EZ how some of these boys need a good humbling.”

“Oh?” he raised his eyebrows as he took a seat on the stool next to yours.

“She said they need humbling because they’re too pretty,” EZ elaborated with a laugh.

“Too pretty?” each sentence either of you said only seemed to confuse him more and more, “These guys?” he gestured towards the pool table where most of the club was congregated.

You laughed, “I don’t expect either of you to get it,” you shook your head slightly, “Men.”

“No, go on,” EZ loved nothing more than being a nudge, “explain.”

“Well,” you took a long drink from your beer bottle before continuing, “EZ is the prettiest one in the club. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” he nodded from the other side of the bar, feigning a serious expression.

“Can’t have dimples like that and not be called pretty, Boy Scout,” you laughed, “And Riz has, you know,” you gestured to your head, “the hair. So that’s two pretty boys.”

“I feel like you’ve given this a lot of thought,” Bishop was watching your expressions as you spoke.

“I could write a dissertation, believe me,” you laughed. Leaning over, you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, “But no one is as ruggedly handsome as you, Obispo. Don’t you worry.”

He let out a quiet laugh and shook his head, not commenting on the matter further. Meanwhile, EZ leaned forward onto the bar, arms braced against the edge of it, “Angel’s gonna be pissed when he finds out he didn’t make the list.”

“Oh,” you waved your hand dismissively, “no offense, little Reyes, but your brother is the hottest guy in the club.”

Both men’s eyes snapped to you, but EZ was the only one who spoke up, “What?”

“What?” you looked back and forth between them, “It’s true. Like, objectively.”

“Angel?” Bishop said the name and it was like he couldn’t believe you were both talking about the same guy.

“I’m just saying, like, from an outside perspective. Not taking into account personality or brain capacity. On looks alone he’s got it. The man is 6’4 and covered in tattoos. Legs for days, little bit of beard, the,” you wiggled your fingers, “the rings,” you shrugged, “He’s hot.”

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382 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#4

In Case Of Emergency

Angel Reyes x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Could I request a Drabble of angel having to ask a favor of a nurse he’s interested in? I’ll leave the rest up to you ♥️😊

Warnings: 18+, mentions of blood/injuries, language, no use of “y/n”

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: You said drabble. And when I sat down to write this I didn’t plan on it going past 1k. But here we are. And I hope you enjoy the excess 😂

“You have her number, man,” EZ sucked in a breath as he gripped onto his thigh just above his knee, “just fucking call her.”

Angel shook his head even though he knew that what EZ was saying was the most logical solution, “Nah, I’m not doing that. We’ll just, we’ll take you to our guy acr—”

“We don’t have that kind of time!” EZ snapped.

“What if she’s working?”

EZ rolled his eyes, “Tell her it’s an emergency!”

Angel fumbled with the phone in his hands, “I don’t, I don’t even know her like that! I can’t just ask her to leave work.”

EZ huffed, taking one hand off of his bleeding leg to try and swipe the phone away from his brother, “I’m not gonna bleed out here because you’re too nervous to call the fucking nurse you have a crush on, man.”

Angel held the phone out of his reach, “Alright! Alright. Fuck. I’ll call her,” he scrolled through his contacts until he landed on your name, “But if she reports us to the fucking cops, it’s your fault.”

“They’ve got doctors in prison, too, I’ll be fine,” he grit his teeth as he kept pressure on his leg.

You had just walked through the door of your apartment after a long shift. What was supposed to be an already long 12-hour shift, ended up turning into an 18-hour shift when someone didn’t show and they needed you to stay until they managed to get someone else to come in and make up the difference. You had been exhausted and ready to leave, but you were already there and didn’t see much point in creating an argument over it.

All of that to say, it felt more than amazing to drop your duffle bag on the floor just inside your apartment. You didn’t bother reaching down to untie your sneakers, instead just stepping on the heel of them and slipping your foot out of them. You were a few seconds away from peeling off your scrubs when your phone started going off in your pocket. A deep sigh came out as you grabbed your phone, hoping that it was literally anyone besides your supervisor at the hospital.

When you saw Angel’s name flashing across your screen, the first thing you felt was confusion. The two of you had exchanged a few texts here and there. If you were honest, sometimes you got the vibe that he was into you, and you would’ve been lying if you said that you weren’t into him as well. But he’d never been too forward, and you certainly didn’t think that the two of you were at the point where you would be randomly calling each other late at night. Maybe he butt-dialed you? Maybe he was drunk? Or maybe it was a booty-call that you shouldn’t even answer? It was anyone’s guess.

Before it could go to voicemail, you hit the accept button, “Hello?”

He could hear the exhaustion in your voice and he immediately regretted calling you, “Hey, querida.”

His voice was soft, nervous, which was so unlike him. But it at least meant that he wasn’t drunk at a club somewhere calling you for something that he probably shouldn’t be. Raking your fingers along your scalp you said, “Hey. It’s…late. Everything alright?”

“You up for doin’ me a favor right now?” he rested his hand on the back of his neck, trying to avoid looking at EZ who couldn’t believe what he was witnessing.

“What kind of favor do you need at,” you glanced over at the clock on your stove, “late,” you let out a tired laugh.

“My brother got shot,” he knew he should’ve tried to cushion the words, but he wasn’t thinking quick enough on his feet to do so.

“What?”

“Yea. We, uh, we’ve got a guy across the border but I don’t…I don’t think we got that kinda time. He can’t walk on his leg like this.”

“Jesus, Angel,” you sighed running your hand down your face, “You tie his leg off?”

“N-no,” he’d never heard you sound so stern, and he imagined that’s what you sounded like when you were directing other people at work.

“Alright. Well, do that, and then text me the address of wherever you are. I’m heading back to my car now.”

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395 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

#3

Rinsing Off

Jax Teller x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 31 of the August Prompts: water park

Warnings: 18+, smut, language

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: I don’t usually get like this about Jax but here we are. Ending the August Prompts marathon with a bang! I like to think that this is a good balance of steamy and sweet. Hope y’all enjoy, and thank you for joining me on the ride of getting a fic out every day! The fact that I only missed one day and ended up catching up almost immediately had me impressed with myself lmao

The car ride home had been almost completely silent. Jax had the radio on, but made sure to keep the volume extremely low so as to not wake the two boys who were passed out in their car seats in the back. Truth be told, you were on the brink of falling asleep yourself. If it had been a little later, the sky a little darker, Jax would’ve been the only one in the car who was awake after the busy day the four of you had had.

You were on the brink of letting your eyes drift shut when you felt Jax’s hand land on your thigh. You hummed in contentment at the feeling of his finger tracing back and forth along the exposed skin of your leg. Jax chuckled, eyes still fixed on the road as he shook his head at you.

“What’re you laughin’ about over there?” you turned and looked at him, still leaned against the headrest behind you.

“Nothin’, babe,” he still had a hint of laughter in his voice.

“That’s not convincing,” you chuckled as you reached and rested your hand on his shoulder.

He looked over at you for a moment, smiling before returning his attention to the road, “It’s just funny, y’know?”

“What is?”

The smile on his face grew, “You used to be up all night partying and still go to work the next day. Now? One day out with the boys and you’re about to be asleep before nine.”

You chuckled, giving his shoulder a squeeze, “Yea, but partying wasn’t nearly as tiring as chasing those two around all day.”

“Water park was your idea, remember.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “Yea, I know. Must’ve forgotten how old I am now. Old lady is more than just a title these days.”

He shook his head at you, rolling his eyes, “Stop, don’t do that.”

You laughed softly before the two of you fell silent again, letting the static-riddled radio station filter classic rock through the speakers. You were a little more awake now, but not much. You shifted around, propping your feet up on the dash and purposely ignoring Jax’s scoff at the action. No matter how many times you did it, and reminded him that even if he was driving it was still your car and you could put your feet up on the dash if you pleased.

Before you knew it, Jax was rolling into the driveway at the house. Undoing your seatbelt, you looked over your shoulder at the boys again, their heads lolled off to the side as they slept. You smiled before diverting your gaze to Jax, who was already looking at you.

“Wanna carry me in after you carry them in?” you asked with a laugh.

“C’mon,” he pushed the door open with the ball of his foot, “let’s get all three of you party animals inside.”

Jax got Abel out of his car seat while you carried Thomas inside. It took no real effort at all to get the two of them to bed. Thomas stayed asleep the entire time you changed him into his pajamas, and Abel woke up for a minute or so to shimmy into his dinosaur pj’s but then he was out like a light again as soon as his head hit the pillow. Jax was pulling the blanket back up over him and the little boy’s eyes were already shut.

Jax kissed the top of his head, ruffling his hair lightly before stepping back and heading for the door, smiling when he saw you lingering in the doorway waiting for him. The light from the hallway almost turned you into a silhouette, but he could still see the smile on your face.

“Thomas all set?” he draped his arm around you as he pulled the door shut with his other hand.

You nodded, leaning into him, “Yea, didn’t even wake up at all. I think he’s gonna sleep right through till morning.”

“He’s not the only one,” you could hear the smile in his voice as he kissed your temple, “You ready for bed?”

As much as you wanted to say yes, you shook your head, “I gotta shower, Jax. I can’t sleep smelling like chlorine.”

He nodded, “I get it.”

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421 notes - Posted August 31, 2022

#2

Sanctuary

Happy Lowman x F!Reader

Request from @pumpkin-spice-hate​: I was wondering if you could write something about falling asleep on Happy Lowman’s chest after an unbelievably shit day

Warnings: language, alcohol, Happy unintentionally being a softie

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Been having a rough week or so, so this fic was very cathartic to write haha. I’ve been enjoying the Happy requests, trying to wrap my mind around writing him as a character has been fun. Enjoy this soft little snippet! 

“I’m coming over”

Happy had never stared so hard at three words on a phone screen before. He didn’t mind you coming over to his house. Truthfully, he was at the point where he wished that you would show up uninvited more often. But you still always asked, respecting the fact that he was a man with an intense need for privacy. He wasn’t going to try and figure out what was going on, knowing that he’d never been good at guessing games, especially when it came to you.

It wasn’t too long before his front door was opening and you stepped inside. You immediately took off your boots and dropped your bag by the door. He watched you intently from the couch, trying to get a read on you. You silently walked past him and made your way towards the kitchen, your only acknowledgment so far was the hand that ghosted along his shoulders as you walked by. His eyes stayed glued to you despite the fact that you had yet to say anything to him.

He watched you as you walked over to the fridge, opening it and pulling out a beer bottle. Twisting the top off and tossing it onto the counter, you brought the dark green bottle to your lips. You had to make a conscious effort to not drink the whole thing in one go.

Happy gave you a few seconds of quiet alone time before getting up off the couch and walking over to you. Without a word, he gently took the bottle from your hands and set it on the counter. The gesture got you to finally look at him. He tilted his head to the side, brows knitting in a way that silently asked what was wrong.

You were halfway through faking a smile when you broke down. You’d spent the past few days sucking it up and faking it around everyone else, and you were exhausted. You couldn’t force yourself to do the same thing again, not in front of Happy.

Crumpling into his chest, you felt his body tense for a moment, not quite expecting that reaction. After a couple of seconds, you felt the secure hold of his arms around you, only making you lean more into him. he leaned his head against yours, trying to figure out what to do, what you needed. He’d never seen you like this before. He’d seen your rage, but never your sadness.

You didn’t need him to say anything. Happy was many things, but talkative wasn’t one of them. And you knew that, and you loved him all the more for it. You just wanted to cry and have someone hold you while you did. Happy was great for that.

He felt your hands ball into fists against his back, gripping tight to the worn fabric of his t-shirt, the same fabric that was now damp against his chest from your tears. He was fairly certain that if you pulled your bodies any closer they would meld together completely. For a moment he thought to himself that that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

“I’m so fucking tired,” your words were muffled against his chest, but he still heard them.

He squeezed you a little tighter for a moment, still not quite sure what to say. His fingertips pressed into your back and you tried to focus on that sensation. You felt him leave a kiss on the side of your head, but he didn’t try to pull away or encourage anything more.

You had no idea how long the two of you stood like that, tangled up in the middle of his kitchen. The silence, something that was a mark of familiarity with Happy, had never felt so comforting. His chest rose and fell, his heart thudding against your cheek.

Finally, you pulled away. Taking a ragged breath, you wiped at the smudges of tears still on your face. You shook your head, not quite able to look him in the eye, “Sorry.”

He didn’t acknowledge the apology, “What do you need me to do?”

Happy didn’t know who or what caused you to break down like that. But any request that fell from your lips in that moment, he would fulfill without any question or hesitation. You wouldn’t have to give a reason. Not to him, not if it was for you.

Shaking your head, you sniffled and wiped at the tears you left on his shirt, “Nothing. Today just,” you tried to take a deep breath, “got to me.”

He nodded, and you could see it in his eyes that he was trying to figure out what to do next. “You eat?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yea. I just, can we,” you didn’t know why it felt so childish to ask, your brain was on a rampage all day making you question everything, “can I just lay with you?” you gestured to the couch.

Happy nodded, feeling like he should be doing more for you but not quite knowing what. He let you hold his hand as the two of you walked to the couch. He leaned back against the arm of the couch, legs stretched across the cushions. The second you laid with him, your head resting against his chest as his arms looped loosely around you, your chest felt lighter.

He felt the deep inhale that you took, and immediately feared that you were going to break down again. Instead, you let out a slow steady exhale as your body fought to finally calm down. Happy wrapped his arms a little tighter around you and gave you a squeeze nonetheless, and you certainly didn’t mind it.

You shut your eyes, opting to focus on his steady heartbeat rather than the television. Each slow breath you took made you feel a little more at home. The heat radiating off of him was enough to put you to sleep, and before you knew it, you were passed out against his chest.

Happy hadn’t noticed, though. Without thinking much of it, he let his hand come to rest on the back of your head, mumbling out a quiet, gruff, “I love you.”

When you didn’t respond, he looked down, the features of his face immediately softening when he saw that you were asleep. He chuckled softly to himself as he took in how peaceful you looked now compared to how you looked when you walked through the door. He held you a little tighter as he returned his attention to the television.

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My #1 post of 2022

Late Nights

JJ Maybank x F!Reader

Whumptober 2022: No.7 The Way You Shake and Shiver- Shaking Hands

Warnings: angst, mentions of bruises

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: I was overdue for some OBX fic. JJ deserves someone to run to. Hope you enjoy! xo

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You should’ve fallen asleep a long time ago. It was starting to creep towards the small hours of the morning but you were still up, your nose buried deep in a book. You were using the flashlight on your phone to read and it made you feel like you were a child all over again.

When you first heard the tapping sound against your window, you jumped slightly. Between your immersion in your book and the fact that there was no reason for anything or anyone to be tapping on your window at this hour, you felt a jolt of anxiety go through you.

You slowly got out of bed, taking careful, calculated steps over towards your window. Part of you wanted to ignore it and hope it would go away, but you were too curious to let it go now. Taking a deep breath, you reached and pulled the curtain to the side ever so slightly.

Relief washed through you when saw that it was just JJ on the other side of the glass. Setting your phone down, you made quick work of the lock on your window and pushed it up. You didn’t get a good look at him as he fumbled his way through your window. But the relief of realizing that it was him there was quickly being replaced by a different sense of unease because there was no good reason that JJ would be showing up outside your window at one in the morning.

“Didn’t know if you would be awake,” he sounded tired, sad.

“Got sucked into a book,” you replied as you walked over, turning on the lamp next to your bed.

The light wasn’t overbearingly bright, but it was enough to give you a good look at JJ. Your heart ached as you took in the sight of him. The bruises weren’t new—you saw them a few days ago when they were fresh. They were fading now, no longer deep purple. But it never got any less heartbreaking to see. Aside from the bruises, though, you saw the defeated look on his face. You tried to figure out if he showed up to talk, or if he just needed to not be home anymore.

“Wanna stay over?” you asked.

His brows furrowed, confusion written all over his face. “Won’t your parents have, you know, a giant problem with that?”

You chuckled softly at his concern. Shrugging, you said, “You can sneak back out the window in the morning if you want.” You paused, seeing him thinking about what you said. “Just seems like maybe you don’t want to be home right now.”

He gave a slow nod. “Yea, okay.”

It wasn’t the first time that JJ had ever come and crashed at your place. But the few other times that it happened, it was when your parents were out of town. And it usually followed a night when you had your entire group of friends over and a lot of people were crashing because they weren’t in any place to drive or ride home. This was different. The stakes felt higher.

You walked back over and got back onto your side of the bed. You were setting your book off to the side when you realized that JJ was still standing in the middle of your room. He was watching you intently, hands stuffed in his pockets like he was waiting for another cue from you.

You tilted your head slightly as you motioned to the other side of the mattress. “C’mon.”

Worry creased his brow for a moment. “I can just,” he gestured to the floor.

You chuckled and shook your head. “J, c’mon, I think I’ve fallen asleep on top of you in a hammock before. We can sleep in the same bed. It’s okay.”

The smile he gave you was a weak one, but it was there nonetheless. He walked over to your bed, untying and toeing off his boots before crawling into bed beside you. He slipped beneath the covers next to you, both of you sitting with your backs against your headboard. Every now and then you would look over at him, but his eyes were fixed on the blanket covering the two of you, nervously fidgeting beneath the covers.

“You wanna talk about it?” you asked.

“About what?”

You waited for him to look at you, “Whatever made you come over here tonight.”

He took a deep breath, one that you could hear catching in his throat. He shook his head. “I don’t.”

You weren’t going to force it, not on a night when he seemed so exhausted. There would be more time tomorrow to press it if you needed to. “Okay. You…you wanna try and get some sleep?”

He hesitated by he finally nodded, “Y-yea. Okay.”

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