#kate bishop blurb

[romanoffsbish]

Kate Bishop 4 . “I can’t believe that the world had infinite chances to find me a soulmate, and I lucked out and hit the absolute jackpot with you.”

Kate Bishop x Reader

A lil blurb ❤️

Kate simply couldn’t take her eyes off of you, even though her alarm that had gone off thirty minutes ago was an indicator for her to get up and start her day. Clint’s incessant texts went ignored as well. The young archer was busy.

It’d been months since she last got to hold you like this, to feel as your warm breaths fanned across her skin. To intimately cradle your body against her very own without the blanket of sleep keeping her from seeing you. This was a nice break from her more bleak reality.

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Kate was missing you like crazy with the nonstop flow of missions with Clint and the skilled Widows, him and Natasha were ready to pass on their mantles. Yelena seemed ready, but neither OG Avenger would leave the other hanging, and Clint wasn’t done with Kate yet.

Kate understood, Clint had a family, and Wanda and Natasha were jonesing to start their own. But she also had you to think about. Just a year ago you two were college seniors, wildly in love; now you are an official business woman, and she’s an Avenger, with no time for romance.

It saddened her to ask you to have to accept this life, but she loved you too much to have broken it off, and you were incredibly patient.

“Kate?” You whispered her name in disbelief, “You’re still here?” The sound of your voice made the woman’s heart flutter with a mix of love and guilt. It’d been weeks since you’d been able to feel her arms around you, so she felt the way you instinctively nuzzled further into her, but it was also obvious to her that the only reason you’re up at 6am is her buzzing phone that was just out of her reach. “Yeah, I’m here. I think I’m just going to blow off Clint today.”

You untangled from her grasp, against her groans of protests to sit up and face her. Kate saw the worry on your face, and just as she went to cup your cheek you reached to touch her forehead with the back of your hand. The woman stifled her giggle as best she could.

“Baby, I’m not sick, I just think life requires a little balance, and I’ve weighed the scales to find that you’re not being given your fair share.”

“It’s okay Kit-Kat, I get it, you are a superhero.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but with your eyes locked with hers she could see the toll her absence had been having on you. “You are fighting the evil of the world, it would be selfish of me to expect you to be around that much.”

“You deserve an attentive partner,” she fiercely challenged and you smiled softly. “I have one.”

Kate frowned, “Y/N/N, I’m hardly ever here.”

“Yet I’m never lonely,” you teased, “Every morning I find a smoothie in the fridge with my name on it. When I get to work there’s almost always something waiting for me, whether that be a bouquet of flowers, or my go to take out order arriving around lunch time. You never miss our six o’clock dinners or movie nights.”

You watched her eyes gloss over. “I still don’t think it’s enough my love, you deserve more.”

You shook your head, and straddled her lap with a loving smile. “What more could I need Kit-Kat?” In a show of dramatics you threw your arms up to emphasize the question, as if the universe would answer, then you smiled as she looked at you with a pout that you promptly kissed away. “You,” you paused to peck her lips again, “Returning home to me safe and holding me close is all I’ll ever want or need.”

Kate tackled you into a hug, her body crushing yours as she placed kisses all over your neck. “I can’t believe that the world had infinite chances to find me a soulmate, and I lucked out and hit the absolute jackpot with you.”

“I’m far from a prize Kit-Kat,” you managed to giggle out, though her unrelenting attack of your upper body with kisses was making you a bit too giddy to remain aware. “You’re insane, you my dear, are the best prize of them all.”

“I love you with all of my heart Y/N.” You smiled and cupped her cheeks as she was hovering above you, her flexed arm muscles on display. As if it was no effort to remain upright. “I love you too, which is why I can’t keep you home.”

Kate grumbled, “Which is why I’m doing it.”

“What was on today’s agenda?” You pressed, and she groaned, “More strength training.” Kate rolled her eyes when she saw your smirk. “We could go together, I can be moral support.”

“You’re a pervert,” she groaned, but it was playful. She herself was looking forward to taking a nice, long shower with you today. This really just afforded her the opportunity. “But that’s what I love about you, you’re a freak.”

You snorted softly, “Glad to know that of all my wonderful attributes that’s what you cherish.”

“You keep me young,” she said with a shrug, and you laughed harder, “You’re literally 22.”

“I know, my back is starting to kill me,” she teased, then she placed a chaste kiss to your lips before disappearing into the closet to talk to the angry, elder archer about her faulty alarm while you got ready for a day full of adventure.

[ageofevermore]

START OF SPRING

SUMMARY — the only way you’d want to spend the start of spring is with your girlfriend, but all she wants is a few more minutes to sleep

AUTHORS NOTE — maybe this is because i love spring, maybe this is because i needed to prove to @family-house-of-m that i am capable of not killing anyone when i write. this is just some soft ass girlfriend kate so !!

The bedroom was painted in rays of golden sunshine, bringing warmth upon the rustled white bed covers and oaky hardwood floors. The curtains pulled taut together did little to prevent the break of Spring from kissing the room and your lovers face. Kate remained belly down in the bed, eyebrows scrunched unconsciously from the kiss of sunshine breaking upon her. Her right leg is bent at a ninety degree angle, her arms above her head holding tightly to your pillow. She’s taken over your space in the bed, and you expected nothing different. A fond smile wrinkles your nose and scrunches your eyes, endearingly watching Kate attempt to sleep the first day of Springtime away.

Without second thought, you leap on top of your girlfriend, landing fully on her back and digging your face into the crease of her neck, peppering the sensitive skin with kisses softer than fairy wings. The traces of your night lay across her skin in soft purple patches, and pride swells in your chest just knowing she’s yours.

Kate moans beneath you, wiggling and attempting to bat your face away from her neck, your hands away from her waist. You shriek in happiness, the sound bouncing off the walls and spinning around Kate’s head. Her lips twitch into a smile hearing you, and in seconds, you’re the one pinned beneath her, your hands held above your head in her hands that are calloused from the hours of archery practice and spy tricks. She flipped you so quick it left you breathless, your eyes wide as flying saucers and brighter than a thousand supernovas combined.

“Kate!” You giggle manically, hardly struggling in her embrace as she lowers her nose to rest against yours and teasing jostles your hips with her legs that straddle you.

“Good morning.” She mumbles against your skin, her eyes fluttered shut so close to your cheeks that the kisses of her lashes tickle you sweetly. “Happy first day of Spring.”

You gasp, finally breaking your hands free of her gentle grip and instead cupping her rose tinted cheeks. “You remembered!”

“You marked it on the calendar!” She bites back in pure amusement, her laugh that you love with your entire heart being able to melt down all the walls and space around you, and create a scene that’s just the two of you. “I got you a surprise.”

You force her face away from yours so you can stare into her eyes, hopefully memorizing every gold and yellow speck in her iris’. You pull her closer all over again, your lips flush against hers and tasting the remnants of your chapstick that she stole from your bedside table. “Kate Bishop. You’re perfect.”

“Does that mean I get another hour of sleep before you drag me to that flower patch?” She asked, trying to fight the cheeky smile that threatened to pull at her lips knowing she’d spoiled your surprise plans for the day.

“Did you look over my shoulder!”

“That depends… is sleep still on the table?”

You scoff, batting her shoulder softly. “In your dreams, player.”

[morganwrites12672]

Kate Bishop x Barton!Reader

This is what won my most recent poll!

Summary: Kate fell for Clint's bow wielding daughter.

Warnings/Tags:

Rating: PG-13

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Kate watched as you collected all of your arrows. She felt like it might be a tad bit creepy to watch you.

But it was just a coincidence, right? She just happened to have memorized when you used the gym and training facilities.

"Hey Bishop."

Kate froze when she heard your voice. She glanced up from her bow, which she was cleaning, and looked at you.

Your hair was up in a ponytail, and you were wearing a leggings and sports bra set. She thought you were gorgeous, even all sweaty.

"I'm, hi yeah, I'm Kate," she stumbled over her words as a blush spread across her cheeks. She sounded like an idiot.

"Cool bow," you said and she blushed even deeper. You were just giving her a fairly minor compliment, but she was star struck.

"Um, thanks. I even got your dad to sign it," she said. You laughed and she couldn't tell if she said something wrong or right.

"He talks about you a lot more then he would admit," you said before running off to the showers.

Kate watched you leave and she couldn't believe it. You had talked to her, Yn Barton had talked to her.

She picked up her bow before walking to the elevator. She hoped she would run into you again soon, you were both staying in rooms on the same floor.

The elevator dinged and Kate got out before walking to her door. She opens the familiar door before walking inside and shutting it behind her.

She sets her bow on it's stand and looks around. Her room was still a little empty. She had only moved in to the avengers tower a few months ago. Her training had been to time consuming for her to really do much decorating.

There were only a few photos framed on her wall. A team photo, and a few of her with clint. And her personal favorite, a selfie of the two of you.

She attempted to gather the courage to ask you out many times. How did she even know if you were bisexual or lesbian? What if you were straight? She needed to find out.

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"So, has Yn gotten a boyfriend yet?" Kate asked Clint. He was practicing with a new type of bow. Yet, he still made every shot bullseye.

"No, she actually doesn't care for guys if you know what I mean. But she's still single," Clint replied before smiling.

"Why are you asking?" Clint asked Kate.who's face turned a shade of maroon.

"I, um just," she gestured around before running out of the archery center. She was caught.

She was headed straight to your room. She wasn't going to ask you out, but she could talk to you. Maybe you would fall in love with her.

She didn't even get time to knock, you opened the door. She begins blushing again and doesn't know what to do.

"I heard your footsteps," you explain and step aside so she can come inside of your room.

She smiles before coming inside.

"Do you wanna get lunch?" You ask and Kate blushes, "Like as a date?" You add and Kate doesn't know what to say.

"My dad texted," you say with a light blush. Your father had texted and told you to make a move already. The tension between the two of you was killing him.

"Of course!" She said, just a little bit to excited, "Shit sorry. I mean sure," she said and laughed a little.

"Let's go," you say and grab your phone before leading Kate out of the room.

Kate couldn't help the pep in her step as she walked with you. She was excited.

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⤷ canvas of emotions.

⤷ in focus

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⤷ meeting parents

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⤷ after all this time

⤷ more than a song

⤷ beneath the hurt

⤷ stepping into the spotlight

⤷ the kiss that changed everything

⤷ the weight of worry

⤷ All i need is you

⤷ by your side

⤷ b-day wishes and christmas kisses

⤷ drive-thru moments

⤷ a different kind of love

⤷ heartbeats in the dark

⤷ a promise in the quiet

⤷ lullaby

⤷ a christmas to remember

⤷  A Quiet Togetherness

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⤷ A Love in the Limelight

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⤷ No More Hiding

⤷ scars

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⤷ endlessly yours

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⤷ Holding the Fragments

⤷ Cuddle buddies

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⤷ Argument

⤷ Journey of Love

⤷ Dance of Desire

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⤷ first words

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⤷ cuddles

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⤷ just us

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⤷ home

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Young Miko

⤷ siempre contigo

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⤷ Bedtime

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Renne Rapp

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Love Quinn

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[sunshinesickies]

Kate Bishop x Platonic!reader blurb

*TW Mentions and descriptions of anxiety/anxiety attacks

Rich and Ridiculous

“Oh hi, y/n…” Kate opens her door with an easy smile after a series of frantic knocking pulled her attention away from brainstorming new trick arrows. It’s late but she’s always happy to see you, though you say nothing as you rush past her and immediately start pacing in the middle of her apartment.

“Uh, you okay there?” Your best friend asks, closing the door and meeting you in the middle of the floor. You pause your pacing, turning to face her. Your eyes are wide as you chew your fingernails and your breaths enter and leave your body in a much too rapid fashion. Your head shakes ever so slightly.

“Jeez who died?” Kate laughs, trying to make light of whatever was going on, her default awkward humor kicking in. You roll your eyes and begin to pace again but the archer places a hand to your shoulder. “Woah…hey, y/n. I’m sorry that was…what’s going on?” Her other hand moves to rest on your other shoulder as she assesses your current state, starting to work out what’s going on.

“I-I um…shit-I…” You breathe in a panic, unable to think straight. Kate frowns. “Hey, hey. Deep breaths, okay? Like this.” She starts to breathe long and deep, holding eye contact and prompting you to follow her motions. She now recognizes that you’re having a bit of an anxiety attack. You don’t have them too often but you’ve had them enough times during your friendship that she knows what to do.

You try and even out your breaths and you’re not sure when Kate led you to the couch, but once you become reoriented and your breathing calms, you notice you’re sitting on her couch as she sits next to you, holding your hands. “There we go.” She lets out a relieved sigh and gives you a sweet smile.

“Sorry.” You murmur but Kate shakes her head. “What’s got you all worked up, it’s not about tomorrow is it?” She inquires gently, knowing you’ve spent the last week expressing how excited you are to start your new job. You nod and her face twists in confusion. “I just can’t stay calm. I thought I was excited, well I guess I still am, but now I…well what if it’s miserable? What if I suck at it or the boss is mean or I mess up on my first day or make a bad impression or…”

“Shhh…y/n, hey. It’s okay.” Kate interrupts your nervous rambling with a gentle squeeze of your hands. “I know how hard it can be to get out of your head sometimes, especially when you’re anxious, but you’ll be okay. More than okay. This job is perfect for you, you’ve already showed them that. You are so talented and so smart and they’re going to love you, just like I do.” Your friend reassures you and you sigh, a soft smile forming on your face at her sweet words.

Kate can be really sweet, and actually wise sometimes when she’s not being a pain in your ass. And you wouldn’t have it any other way, she’s the best friend you’ve ever had.

“But if it does suck, I’ll just buy the company and fire everyone who’s sucky to you.” She adds and you can’t tell if she’s joking our not. “You wouldn’t!” You burst out laughing, feeling the last of your anxiety falling away as you know you’ll be fine. You’ve got Kate in your corner. She raises her eyebrows and joins in on your laughter. “Oh we both know I would…” She says sounding fully serious yet the smile on her face says the opposite. “…but I won’t have to.” She finishes and you smile, laughter dying down.

“Thank you, Katie. You’re the best.” You hum your appreciation before a smirk dawns on your face. “Y’know I can’t tell if being so rich makes you absolutely ridiculous or if that’s all you.”

Kate laughs. “All me, duh!” She proclaims way too proudly and you can’t help but burst into another fit of giggles. Kate stands up, offering you her hand. “C’mon, I’ll walk you home. You need to actually get some sleep or you’ll be a zombie tomorrow.” You take her hand in yours and with a smile on your face and a calm feeling settling into your chest, you yawn. “Good idea.”

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Workout

Ship: Agatha Harkness x Kate Bishop

Summary: Agatha catches Kate in a lie

Word Count: 612

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

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

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

“Baby, what are you doing?”

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

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

Agatha tsks.

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

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

“Yes..?”

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

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

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

“Uh…” Kate swallows roughly, caught.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All of them. Now, whore.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ironically, Kate whines, and Agatha smiles sharply.

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

No.

No.

No no no no no no.

Kate wants to cum.

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

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

[annab-nana]

“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.” with Kate Bishop

that literally sounds like kate i can't

warnings: not proofread, nat didn’t die in endgame, gun mentions (more like a laser tag kinda deal but still)

❀ masterlist ❀

being nat’s and clint’s prodigies, you and kate often trained together, becoming much like a younger version of the duo. and for the entertainment of both clint and nat, they liked to pin you two against each other.

there was a training room at the compound that could be manipulated to look like any situation. right now, it was full of pillars and walls, many places for you to hide. it was basically laser tag, you with a gun and her with a bow, and you waited for kate to show herself so you could snipe her.

“alright bishop, just show yourself and this’ll all be over,” you called out teasingly.

“yeah, yeah, y/l/n. you’re all bark and no bite.”

“oh yeah?” you inquired when you whipped around, your gun pointed straight at her. immediately, she dropped her bow and held her hands up in surrender.

“i’m bulletproof… but please don’t shoot me,” kate spoke, voice shaking with faux fear. a playful grin broke out on your face and you shrugged your shoulders.

"i guess i'll let you go this once," you conceded, watching her shoulders fall from their tense state and her body lean over to pick up her bow. with a quick pull of your trigger, a red dot glowed on the vest strapped to her chest where you got her. "sucker."

"ugh, no fair," she pouted playfully, loving playing this game with you.

"calm down," you told her while you grabbed the bow she failed to get. "i'll make it up to you later, sweet cheeks." you punctuated your sentence with a kiss to her cheek.

"clint, how much longer do we have to train today?" she called out to her mentor, her hand catching your wrist so you didn’t get too far from her.

the man groaned from the observation deck. "go, i can't watch this anymore."

nat chuckled beside him. "they're just in love."

"it's gross," he complained. “laura and i aren’t even like this.”

"you're just jealous, old man," you teased him from below.

"come on," kate urged, pulling you in her direction, "you've got a pair of lips that i wanna kiss."

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[ohcaptains]

leah's 12k blurb night<3

hi all, so this happened the other day!!! holy shit!! thank you to all you lovely lovely people who have followed me and stuck by me over the past year (or two? or three?) & to those newer followers too. words, ironically, elude me. thank you for always being so kind and encouraging about my fics<3 love u all lots and lots.

in celebration, I thought i'd host another blurb night. this'll be similar to my other blurb nights, so if u wanna join, just send in a little blurb idea and I'll see what i can come up with<;3

blurb night will begin Friday 14th April at 6pm BST, but you’re more than welcome to send in ideas before then.

rules & characters i'll be writing for are under the cut !

pls keep requests short and sweet<3 they can even be a small idea that you want me to briefly expand on. they can be smut, fluff or angst, but i will not be able to fill them all, so please don’t be disappointed if i don’t fill yours<3

i'm sticking to only w|w fics this time around.

tlou

abby anderson ellie williams

arcane

sevika vi

a league of their own

jess mccready lupe garcia

marvel

kate bishop

if someone isn't on this list and u want me to write for them, please send me an ask and I'll have a think.

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[imdoingsortagay]

prompt 37 with kate bishop 🙏🙏

The first kiss

Kate never realized how much she wanted you in her life until both of you were in her mom's penthouse, enjoying each other's company while the tv played some trashy tv show.

The past couple of weeks have been full of stress, danger, and chaos as she navigated working with a member of Earth's greatest defenders yet you were here through all of it to comfort her. You were with her when she first met Clint, dealing with her bringing in the new stray dog who's become your dog as much as hers, helping her get dirt on tracksuit men, and so on.

She appreciated that you stuck by her side and helped her out, not noticing it was due to some romantic feelings for you.

" Are you okay Kate? What is that big brain thinking of?" you ask the woman next to you as the tv goes on in the background.

“Kiss me.”

A couple minutes of silence go by, and before kate can ramble on about how sorry she is for saying that, you place yourself in her lap and place your lips on top of hers.

It takes her a couple of seconds for her brain to work before she starts kissing you back, over the moon that after all this time she's finally gotten to kiss you like she's always wanted to.

"fuck," you say as you pull away from her," I was waiting all this time for you to say that".

" Really?" she asks in disbelief and you nod.

" We've been friends for so long, I assumed you felt the same way or that you needed a hint"

" i didn't need a hint that's for sure"she asserts before you laugh at her.

the rest of the day, both of you cuddle into each other with smiles on your faces happy about finally being together more than friends.

[romanoffsbish]

First sentence! (also if it gets annoying with how many asks i may send, i can always send them in one, but whatever’s easiest for you)

“Can someone explain to me why Pietro is duct taped to the wall with sharpie all over his face while Yelena has her head stuck in a pot with a bottle of hot sauce in each hand?”

WandaNat x Fem!R

Pietro x Yelena (Storm) ; Kate x Reader (Calm)

“Can someone explain to me why Pietro is duct taped to the wall with sharpie all over his face while Yelena has her head stuck in a pot with a bottle of hot sauce in each hand?”

Stumbling upon the scene was nothing short of amusing, but as the adult left in charge of the other adults you were not sure how to explain this to your girlfriends., “Kate finally lost all of her patience, so she decided to get creative with the resident nuisances,” Peter nonchalantly informed you while continuing to play on the xbox.

“Care to explain how she one upped you?,” you turned your attention to the now free blonde who grimaced at the memory, “She lied to me is how Y/N/N! With promises of mac and cheese, then as I looked in the pot she bamboozled me. What kind of a person does such a horrible thing?”

Your amused gaze then shifted to Pietro, and he shrugged indignantly, “I was taking my usual post nuisance hour nap as one does, and she decidedly used that to her advantage,” he huffed, then sped off to the bathroom to wash away the embarrassing proof that he was bested.

“Please, sestra to be,” Yelena looked to you pleadingly, and Pietro reemerged to continue the pleas while on his knees, “Don’t tell our sisters, we are begging you, save us our dignity,” you simply giggled as you amusedly peered over their shoulders.

“Tell us what?”

[ageofevermore]

LIFEBOAT

SUMMARY — when drift too far out to shore, kate is always there to throw you a lifeboat and bring you back in

These days, it feels like there are oceans between you and everything you care about. You feel disconnected, isolated, like you’re drifting further and farther out to sea with any and each insignificant blow of wind. You think that you’ve been set on this course for a while now, and maybe, you were even the one who built the boat that carries you out with the tide. You’ve never felt like you had a home in your family, in your friends, on the streets you grew up on. For your entire life, you had been nothing but a ghost caught in the breeze; the weightlessness of your existence subjecting you to riptides and invisibility.

When you met Kate, you were at your lowest. The days were short and the nights were even shorter, flashes of time and days coming and going without as much significance as remembering what you’d had for dinner, or if you’d eaten at all. She was like a life raft, like sunshine breaking across the shore after thunderstorms, but the rain can only leave for so long. Eventually, the sky always opens again, and when it rains, it pours.

You hadn’t left your dorm in days, hardly even rolled out of bed more than a handful of times to pee or brush your hair. You’re sure that it's now matted and all sorts of knotted into the hair tie you stole from Kate’s bedside table the night that you left in a panic feeling like your heart was sinking to your feet with no explanation. Your classes had gone unattended, your assignments undone. Whatever had happened, whatever had been the reason, you were reverting back to the ghost lost at sea that Kate had rescued, and it broke your heart even more than feeling like you mattered to noone as much as they mattered to you.

Kate had been leaving voicemails, texting you frequently, even when you didn’t answer, even when her messages just became a red notification bubble, she’d text again. She told you about her day, about her classes, about the dining hall and how she missed your hugs. She asked if you were okay, but she never dwelled on it. She was perfect, and you felt like an asshole for just watching her messages collect and not having the energy to pick up the phone even to just let her know you loved her all the same as you did last week. You felt like she was the last thing you deserved. Her goodness, her kindness, her sweet smile and humor. How could you deserve something so good?

A sudden knock at your door scared you, though it was soft and admittedly timid. Nobody had come by in months, nobody realized just how far from shore you were, nobody spared you a second glance, nobody ever took your name home with them. You were something so temporary it almost made you fragile, like a child's favorite trinket that never left the shelf in fear of it breaking or becoming lost. You had been sat on a shelf collecting dust, the novelty of you wearing off and thin.

You had hope that whoever was at your door would take your silence as rejection, but you would never be that lucky. The next knock was persistent, and this time, a whimsical pattern. You huffed, untangling your limbs from the soft throw blanket you’d lived beneath for the last few days, and dragged your feet toward the door. Not bothering to smooth the frizz in your hair, you opened the door with lifeless eyes. Your heart further plummeted at the sight of Kate before you, illuminated by the yellow hallway lights, drenched from the rain and holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers and her favorite pizza.

“I know you don’t like pizza, but I also know that you probably haven’t eaten in a few days and… Well I tried to make you that pasta you like, but then Lucky needed to pee and I took him out and it started raining and I left the pot on the burner- oh god, that was your favorite pot. Uh, I brought pizza. I figured… I figured that if anything you could peel the cheese off and just eat the dough like a weirdo. Or, or if you want something else I can totally go get that!” She rambled anxiously, looking all over your face for any indication that her showing up was the wrong decision. She’d tried to give you the space you wanted, but eventually her heart won out.

For the first time in days, a smile pulled at your lips and a sound that someone resembled your laugh broke the silence you’ve kept for days. Your voice was hoarse, barely a whisper from so many days without it, but just hearing you, seeing you standing; still alive, reassured Kate. “No no, uh, pizza is perfect.” You promised, opening the door wider for her to step inside.

Kate couldn’t fix everything, but she could throw you a lifeboat and help to pull you back to shore, and she would. She always would, and you’d do just the same for her.

[caroldantops]

Kate having a happy trail so thick that you can tug on it, just a lil bit 💞

oughhfhdoufgh im drooling im gonna floss with it fr

[eternalslover]

Darcy and Nebula 💕💕

hi midnight!! 💜💜 I love ur hcs and I was hoping (if u have the time) u’d write something for Dress, who’s wearing the dress and who’s taking it off 👀 reader or one of the ladies + if u want cause I love a flustered woman 😍 how they’d react to helping you get dress whether they’re helping zip up the dress or putting a necklace on for u

Dress

love this idea enjoy❕🩶 ladies helping w a dress or necklace

carol danvers

carol isn't very used to seeing people in such fancy clothes. other than maybe royal alien she's never been around such elegancy. but when she see yours putting on the most beautiful dress she's probably ever seen, her jaw drop. big bold captain danvers will turn into a pile of mush. she feels as if she's standing before a goddess when shes watching you get ready for a gala. when you ask her to help you zip up your dress she's gets nervy omg. she'll respond with a breathy "y-yeah" and she's so gentle with the zipper and you. she knows how strong she is so she doesn't want to break the fragile zipper. she make sure non of the fabric gets caught too. she'll be very focused. when she's done she'll wrap her arms around you and tell you how beautiful you look.

sharon carter

sharon buys you jewelry because she got the money and she loves showing you off. and when she sees you get ready for a date or a night out she literally almost drools. she craves you and your body and your moans. but she also cant help but think you look absolutely beautiful. she'll watch you change (she's a lil perv) and just smirk until you huff and ask for her help. she'll get up from her spot where she was watching you from behind, and let out a chuckles and "of course baby" she'll kiss your kick while she does it and leaves hickies as if to mark you as her own. and sharon can't wait to rip the dress off of you later that night.

darcy lewis

when she sees you wearing a dress darcy's gonna be all over you bro. she's gonna be like "you're so hot babe" and she'll definitely hold you tight nd be like "alllllll mine" and smirk. if you ask for help she'd be so excited to be up close as if you were a celebrity, to her you are. and like if you give her affection while you're dressed so beautifully she gets so flustered. she'll hold your face and attack you with kisses saying how hot and gorgeous you look. she also cannot help but smack your ass while being behind you. then she turns you around and fixes your necklace or adjusting your neck line.

nebula

nebula watches you like a hawk. she'd deff get a little jealous. in the sense that you're just gonna go out looking like that?? so beautiful for no reason my god. and if you ask for help she'll be glad you asked her. and omg she'd struggle doing it, especially hooking a necklace bc of her metal fingers. she'd be letting out frustrated little grunts and huffs. she'll definitely mumbles some things like how you should stay with her all night, and that people are gonna be looking at you when you're hers. and while she'll be a little grumpy, she'll smile when you peck her lips and promise her to let her have to tonight.

maria hill

maria might be distracted you while you're getting ready, but when she turns to face the goddess of her girlfriend, her jaw will drop and she'll do a double take. she'll rush over to you and just stare. like a pervy teenager. she actually offer help just so she can be close to you. and if you ask for help with your dress she zip it down instead. she'll kiss your back and shoulders until you collect yourself enough to tell her to actually help. she'll hesitantly zip it up and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. then maria turns you around and makes out with you really passionately, ruining your lipstick in the process.

kate bishop

she'll try to be like all respectful and not look at you when you're putting on you're dress but she'll turn around just wanting a peek. then katie gets super flustered and turns super red. she'll definitely turning mush. when you ask her for help zipping up your dress she's be nervous for no reason. smelling your sweet scent and hearing you're soft breaths makes her so happy. she just feels like she's living her dream and she couldn't be happier. she'll keep repeating praises too. just lost in the thought of you. you're beauty makes katie go mush.

a/n yalls request are so fire and i'm getting to all of them but HERE YOU GO BABIES also i'm going to be trying to pump out a lot of writing rn

[fairlyang]

18+ smut. kate bishop blurb. nice 🏹

kate whined as you slowly grind yourself against her, bare pussy against her own. both your slick making a melody of sweet noises as you move back and forth, eyes fluttering. “k-katie-“ you moaned and gripped her thigh harder to keep yourself steady.

“k-keep going mama- f-fuck you’re doing s-so good.” she stammered out before letting out whiny moans.

you whimpered as your clit rubbed against hers, staying there and grinding a bit faster because it felt so fucking good. you held up kate’s left leg up and held onto it tightly as you fucked yourself onto her.

her hands were gripping your tits, thighs, hips, anything she can have her hands on while you made sure your pussies were rubbing together at every second. your eyes rolled back and desperate whimpers escaped your lips while letting one hand go down to her pretty tits, teasing her nipples.

“fuck baby- god you’re doing so good for me.” she praised and subconsciously lifted her hips up but wasn’t able to move much before one of your legs was over her body.

“f-fuck me! Fuck fuck fuck-“ you moaned and look down at her, eyes all glossy and lips pouted.

“yeah baby? feel good huh?” she teased making you nod, wanting to play nice so she can let you cum after hours of edging your poor pussy.

“l-love it so much katie!” you cried and leaned your head against her ankle not seeing the way kate bit her lip to not moan at how pussy drunk you were.

“such a good girl for me.” she groaned earning herself a desperate whimper from you.

you felt yet another orgasm build up in your lower belly and you had to act quick. you sped up even more, your wetness mixing with hers, dripping everywhere.

“katie- fuck katie- needa cum- please!” you cried and kate fought the urge to quickly climb on top of you just so you had to wait even longer because she had already been so cruel.

maybe too cruel..

“please let me cum.” you whimpered and she grunted, gripping your thigh and feeling hee orgasm coming in.

“cum for me baby, you’ve earned it pretty girl.” she murmurs and your eyes widen, looking into her eyes and the small smirk on her lips.

it was all too much and you couldn’t help but cum just from the way she was looking at you. your pussy couldn’t handle it and your orgasm hit you hard, making your legs shake and tears stream down your cheeks.

her own orgasm hit her after yours so when you stopped grinding against her she couldn’t be bothered to stop grinding herself against you just to make sure she reached her high. only realizing she might’ve overstimulated you to hell and back when you let out cries that brought her back to reality.

she stopped and attempted to calm her breathing as she helped you get off her. “so sorry baby, got too ahead of myself.” she murmured, helping you sit next to her before you just laid down next to her.

she sighed and brought your body over to hers, wrapping her arms around you as you laid your head against her chest hearing her heart beat rapidly because of you. “did an amazing job mama.” she whispered before your eyes closed off and you drifted off to sleep.

[annab-nana]

kate bishop blurbs

one where kate claims she’s bulletproof

[noturlondonboy]

@pleasetakethis sorry I highkey misread so here’s the thing!!

Hand holding 33- bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go

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“Kate, please, this is not necessary-”

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?” Kate’s voice is clipped and sharp and nearly cruel as blue eyes flash dangerously at Yelena. The archer is holding Yelena’s hand in her own, her lithe fingers contrasting the edge to her tone in their gentleness.

Yelena shrinks back, her chin tucked to her chest in shame, but the hold that Kate has on her injury keeps her from going far. Kate’s face softens, guilt and worry filling the tired lines in her skin. She keeps her mouth shut, though, as she continues to ever so meticulously wrap the bandage around Yelena’s hand.

Theres’s a thick, maroon-stained gash across her palm that still spits fire through her nerves, and the bruising that peppers over her knuckles look like the disgusting patches she always avoided on bananas as a child. She stares down at her own battered digits as they slowly disappear beneath the medical gauze that Kate is using. Her chest doesn’t loosen until they’re completely gone from her sight.

“I’m sorry,” Kate suddenly says, her voice so soft and tender that it makes Yelena want to scream or cry or kiss her.

“Why?” the blonde croaks out, keeping her eyes down and her shoulders tucked in, the need to feel small growing with every second she stays in the archer’s home.

“I’m sorry for snapping.” Kate is careful and slow as she finishes wrapping the other woman’s hand, and she takes a moment to tape down the loose end of the bandage to keep it from unraveling. “I didn’t mean it. And you didn’t deserve it.”

“Oh Kate Bishop,” Yelena chuckles bitterly, “I definitely deserved it.”

“Yelena.”

She finally lifts her head at that, allowing her gaze to lock with Kate’s. Something on her face must be beyond her long-lost careful control, because Kate’s eyes are suddenly filled with a sorrow so deep it seems to glimmer and swirl.

“You didn’t deserve it,” the brunette says again, her tone gentle but firm, with no room for argument. “…especially not from me.”

“Why is that, Kate?” The words fall from her mouth before she can stop them. Yelena’s shoulders are tense.

The archer opens and closes her mouth a few times before her eyes fall to Yelena’s injured hand. She cradles the appendage to her chest and kisses the beaten knuckles like they’re something precious. The flush on Yelena’s skin could rival the boiled blood she had splattered over the pavement just hours ago.

Kate still doesn’t speak, and she doesn’t look back up at Yelena, either. It feels strange, to suddenly have their roles reversed in such a situation.

“Kate?” Yelena tries again, something like hysteria dancing on the edge of her tone. She can feel herself trembling, the inherent need for blue eyes on her again burning a hole through her nervous system.

Kate looks up, and the tears on her cheeks slam into Yelena’s heart. Neither of them speak. Neither dare to move for a few precarious moments.

“You are… important, to me,” Kate breathes, her lips parted and her doe eyes shining with an emotion that would’ve scared Yelena away only a few short months ago.

Now, all she can do is stare with awe as her chest squeezes.

“So much more than I feel capable of expressing.” The archer swallows thickly, her mouth a thin line. Yelena has to stop herself from reaching out and tugging Kate’s bottom lip away from her teeth so she can properly fantasize about kissing it.

Any words that build in Yelena’s chest die and fall flat before they can escape her thick tongue, so she settles for blinking hard enough to squeeze the tears from her own eyes and resting her head on Kate’s shoulder. For a moment, she worries the archer will pull away, but there’s not even a second of hesitation before they’re pressed together, cheek to cheek, neck to neck, chest to chest, with their shoulders slotted together.

“Will you stay?”

The words are a whimpered plea, and they light Yelena’s stomach on fire. She nods wordlessly. Kate keeps her injured hand tucked carefully between them. Later, in bed, she cradles the assassin’s aching body and keeps the same hand presses to her lips to kiss it every few seconds until she falls into a fitful sleep.

Yelena stares at the freckled constellation under Kate’s jaw until her own eyes droop shut. Even in sleep, she wonders what it all means.

Touches ask game?? 33 for Bishlova 👀

YES! PLEASE!!! Please bug me!!