#kate bishop drabbles

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

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꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷ ι wrιtᥱ for mᥲrvᥱᥣ womᥱᥒ, ιᥒᥴᥣυdιᥒg wᥲᥒdᥲ, ᥒᥲtᥲshᥲ, ᥴᥲroᥣ, vᥲᥣkყrιᥱ, kᥲtᥱ, ყᥱᥣᥱᥒᥲ, dᥲrᥴყ, ᥲgᥲthᥲ ᥲᥒd ρᥱggყ ꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷ι wrιtᥱ for fᥱm!rᥱᥲdᥱr, gᥒ!rᥱᥲdᥱr, ᥲᥒd gρ!rᥱᥲdᥱr꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷ι'm ᥲυtιstιᥴ ᥲᥒd wιᥣᥣ wrιtᥱ ᥲυtιstιᥴ!rᥱᥲdᥱr꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷ᥒo bᥱstιᥲᥣιtყ, ρᥱdo, rᥲᥴιsm, or homoρhobιᥲ꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷thιs ιs ᥲᥒ 𝟷𝟾+ bᥣog. mᥱᥒ ᥲᥒd mιᥒors dᥒι. ᥲgᥱᥣᥱss ᥲᥒd/or bᥣᥲᥒk bᥣogs wιᥣᥣ bᥱ bᥣoᥴkᥱd!꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷ᥲᥒoᥒ ᥱmojι ᥣιst~꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷kιᥒktobᥱr 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺 mᥲstᥱrᥣιst꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷sᥱrιᥱs꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷oᥒᥱ shots꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷drᥲbbᥣᥱs꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷hᥱᥲdᥴᥲᥒᥒoᥒs꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷moodboᥲrds꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

[wandagcre]

I wanna suck Kate off while she tells me how I do it better than the other girls she fucks 💕💕💕

you were in pain since few minutes ago.

the ground was no concrete but it didn't make any difference for your knees, probably for your posture too, with how you're bent forward for kate bishop; devouring her as your full course meal in this dingy bathroom of a frat party.

"s-shit, babe," kate moans with her head thrown back. her fingers combed through your hair, pulling your head forward to take all of her.

you take immense pride to it. she revels in the warmth of your mouth wrapped against most of her length, her fluttering eyes witnessing the glint in yours, all willing to please her. like it didn't matter even if you were the second or third for tonight. you were just so desperate that she found it so fucking cute.

"just like that!" she slammed her hand against the wall.

she knew it was your tipping point. corners of your mouth were starting to ache at kate's girth, the hardness and curves crystal on her tongue. your mascara was ruined as you're eager to feel her on your throat – you made sure to let her hear the slopping and gagging noises. she's bitter and salty, you knew kate was close too.

and fuck, you just had to fondle roughly on her balls too.

"gonna cum," she half-attempts to pull her shaft out of your mouth, gauging how you'd react. not so much of surprise – you didn't. you simply sucked her cock faster, your head bobbing along with your doe eyes up to her dilated ocean ones.

kate is gasping for air. she empties out in your mouth, her cock twitches at the sight of you preventing your gag reflex to let all of her cum pool in it. like you were nothing but a hole that's given her the best show.

the archer softly wipes away the smudge of mascara on your cheek as you swallow her cum. you mirror her crooked smile with your suddenly shy ones.

"you do it best among the others, baby. unparalleled." kate truthfully says.

"sure it's not the post-orgasm talking about?" you quip with humor in your tone, licking the remnants on your lips.

kate doesn't even lift her jeans yet nor buckle her belt. her bottom still undressed, instead she slaps her hands over her thigh, motioning you to sit on her lap. you looked so happy when she did.

"it's not even over yet. i have to reward you for being such a great fuck," kate whispers. when you straddle her lap, you're surprised that you felt fingers instead of her dick. "an orgasm for an orgasm."

and kate took it proudly as you did earlier, coating her with your wetness all over, seeing you unravel after the hardwork of her fingers alone.

you did fuck the hell out of kate bishop for tonight.

[noturlondonboy]

Asking from the prompt list, 37 holding hand and someone point it out !

Not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out

I love them so much I’ll cry

——

Kate wasn’t sure why she had decided to forego gloves when she left her apartment in the morning, but sometime halfway through her walk with Clint and their respectively favorite Black Widows, the chill in the air had stopped bothering her reddened fingers.

With Yelena on her right, Clint and Natasha just ahead of them, and the dogs on either side of the older Avengers, the six of them made their own ragtag pack. It made Kate’s chest squeeze pleasantly whenever she had the energy to think about it.

“Kate Bishopppp, you are so slowwwww,” Yelena whines playfully from beside her, her smile bright and eyes glimmering. Kate can’t help but to return the grin. On any normal day, Yelena was breathtaking, but out here, in the early morning January chill, with her cheeks rosy and her button nose tipped with pink, it took all of Kate’s willpower not to kiss her.

”You’re staring.” The blonde next to her gives a little giggle, the creases in the corners of her eyes deepening as her smile grows. Kate shakes her head and has the decency to feel sheepish, but her heart is glowing comfortably.

”Sorry, sorry,” the archer laughs quietly, her stomach tingling with butterflies. They continue to grin at each other, their feet moving them without much thought of where they were.

“You are still very slow,” Yelena teases, her head tilting closer to Kate.

”You don’t have to keep walking with me.” Kate leans in closer in turn, their breaths clouding together in the cold air and warming her chin. It sends shivers down her spine, completely unrelated to the chill.

“Maybe if you stopped dragging each other around by your hands you’d be better at keeping up.” Natasha’s voice is a sudden sharp contrast when it cuts through the heat and tension between Yelena and Kate, and the two woman startle, the hands wrenching apart.

Kate stares down at her hand and wiggles her fingers as her cheeks blaze. She hadn’t even realized she’d been holding Yelena’s hand, and by the similarly flustered look on the blonde’s face, neither had she.

Natasha barks a laugh, the dogs dancing around her feet in confused excitement. Clint only gives a small smile at the two of them before he continues to walk.

Kate keeps her hands in her pockets for the rest of the walk, but the shared glances with Yelena don’t stop, and when they return back to the compound, the assassin’s bruised knuckles brush over the archer’s calloused ones.

[olsenmyolsen]

Vigilante

master list

dark master list

Post Hawkeye Series - (Female Reader X Kate Bishop)

Summary: You get saved by Clint Barton... or so you thought.

Word Count: 3.3K

TW: Guns, Men

You don't know why you moved to New York.

Okay, that's a lie. Yes, you do. You got a nice fancy job in the old Stark tower that paid you slightly more than you were qualified for.

Plus, you were determined to make it on your own. To prove to everyone back home, including your mother, that you could make it. Be someone. Look adversity in the eye and say fuck you!

But fucking adversity left you drained. Tired every day after working way longer than should be legally allowed. No time to socialize or find people with your interest. Not that you had much besides keeping up with the Avengers and binge-watching your three favorite sitcoms. You thought about getting a cat. One named Liho you saw on an adoption website, but a day later, the cat was snatched up.

Regardless, you wanted more from your life.

So here you were, walking home alone late on a Friday night after your numerous train stops.

Now, the part of the borough you lived in wasn't bad; it just had too many things going on with insufficient outlets. Speaking of that, there was another item on your list: find a new place.

As the late winter air nipped the sidewalk, you started making your way to your place when you turned the corner, finding yourself at the sight of a half dozen men in tracksuits.

You crossed your arms over the front of your cream-colored sweater and put your head down. Maybe if eye contact was lost, they would miss you.

If only.

"Hey, where are you going?" You didn't dare to look up as your Doc Martens hit the ground a little faster and harder. "Hey! Lady! We're talking to you." A second voice called out from behind you before a third one stopped you. Physically. With your head down so well, you didn't see the man until you fell on your butt on the dirty sidewalk.

"Now, now. We're not here to hurt you. We want to get to know you." He spoke, sending chills down your body. You began fumbling with your bag while doing your best to keep an eye on the ugly man with the funny voice. "Hey!" A fourth guy reached down and snatched your brown leather bag. "You won't be needing this!" The man laughed as he held up your pink can of pepper spray.

You were probably about to do something dumb when it happened.

THUNK

You watched as an arrow came and shot the can of pepper spray the guy was holding up. It sent the contents of the can directly into his eyes. Blinding him and leaving him a burning mess as the guys around you ducked in shock. You kept her head low, too. Not wanting to get sprayed or accidentally hit with an arrow.

But wait. Why would you get hit? That's when you smiled. An Avenger!

You crawled away from the crying man and lifted your head to look in the direction the arrow was fired but saw nothing on the rooftops.

The man behind you still screamed in pain as another one decided he was done and started to take off. But that's when you saw another arrow being fired from the laundry mat rooftop. You couldn't make out the shape of the person, but a bow and arrow gave away the identity. Clint Barton.

You watched as the arrow flew in front of the guy before it broke apart and formed a giant net. Wrapping the guy up and taking him down into a store window, knocking him out.

2 down. 4 to go. You thought.

But the tracksuit guys must've thought the same thing as one of them ran up to you and grabbed you. Pinning your right arm behind you. You tried your best to fight him off, but your slaps and swings didn't do anything, especially when he started to bend your arm.

You silently cursed yourself. You really should've taken those self-defense classes Collen Wing told you about.

"Show yourself, and we won't hurt her!" The man spoke in a heavy, accented voice. You winced as he tightened the tight grip he had on you. "Ow!" The man told you to shut up as the three other guys started forming a circle around you.

Safety in numbers and whatnot.

"Come out!" One of them yelled, making you smile. You knew an Avenger wouldn't give themselves away. Right now, they have the upper hand. The element of surprise they lose that and they-

"Alright! Here I am!"

Huh? You widened your eyes as a female voice loudly spoke from that same rooftop. Shit. You thought. This wasn't Clint Barton. This wasn't an Avenger. It was some girl playing vigilante...

But then the voice stepped into the glow of the moon.

You took back what you said.

This wasn't some dumb girl playing vigilante while risking both of your lives. This was some beautiful dumb girl playing vigilante, risking your lives.

Her pretty black hair and sharp jawline had you hooked.

Just wait till later when you got close enough to look into her eyes and take in her figure.

"Don't hurt her!" The voice called out as they took more steps on the rooftop before she was at the edge. What was she doing?

"Shoot that one!" The guy with his hold on you yelled to the other three guys. But as the three readied their guns, it was already too late because when you looked back to the rooftop, she was gone. "Fuck!" The guy to your left yelled. "Where did she go?!"

They were now growing more panicked, and you were loving it from being scared to amused in a couple of minutes. Don't get it twisted. You were still greatly concerned for your safety and well-being, but watching the guys who appeared to be tough now start freaking out over a girl with a string and two sticks was a little funny.

"Wait, I think I see-" Before the guy to your right could finish, an arrow was fired from an unknown direction, hitting him in the right arm. Like the guy before him, he was out like a light. When you squinted your eyes at the arrow, you could see it had a label on it. A label!

'Zzzzz,' you internally laughed and slowly couldn't wait to see who was saving your life.

3 down. 3 to go.

"Shit!" The guy behind you yelled. "Bro, where did that come from?! Where did it come from!"

"Over here!" She gleefully cheered!

The guy with his hold on you swung you around to the right as he tried to find her. "Fire!" He commanded the last two guys. "But-" "Do it!" You attempted to shout no, but it was too late. The two guys took some steps forward and started firing their guns. Silenced, of course. But as their bullets were fired in the direction they thought the girl was, from the corner of your eye, you saw her run across the street to your side of the road.

You tried your best to get a better look at her but failed. The last thing you saw was purple and a ponytail bouncing back and forth.

"Stop!" The one behind you, who you were now calling Dudley (Even though this was certainly not his name.), yelled. "Go check it out, bro." "You go." "I'm holding the hostage, bro!" You rolled your eyes and sighed. One of the three gave you a look but scoffed. "Fine! I'll check it out."

He began to walk forward and cross the street. "Anything?" Dudley asked. The one near the shot-out car was about to respond when he bent down. "Hey! Bro, it looks like she left an arrow-" As he grabbed it, it shocked him, sending him to the ground convulsing.

4 down. 2 to go.

"Fuck this!" The other grunt said as he took off running. Unknowingly to right where she was. So, as he was too busy yelling back at Dudley, the girl dressed in a purple superhero suit with her bow and arrow stepped out from behind a parked car and tripped him with it. He crashed into the sidewalk, and as if she had done it a thousand times before, she twirled her body around and pulled out an arrow, sending it right towards you.

Wait towards you?

Towards you?!

You tried your best to move out of the way! But the last tracksuit guy kept his hold on you; besides, it was too late. The arrow made contact!

Your eyes closed when it happened, but a second later, they were open. You weren't shot! Right? "Oh shit!" The girl from down the block yelled before she took off running towards you. "Don't move! Don't move!"

You were held hostage and witnessed a single woman take out six guys like an Avenger. You most certainly were not leaving.

When she finally made it in front of you. Your breath hitched. She was even more gorgeous up close. Now you could make put the details of her face. Her jaw still sharp, but her lips looked soft like pillows. She had a scratch on her chin and a bandaid on her left eyebrow. Her eyes were a mix of grey and blue. They briefly darted at you before she passed right by you. Wait...

You turned your body as she stopped two feet behind you. "Oh no, no, no!" She put a hand to her head and looked down to the ground. You looked down as well and couldn't believe your eyes.

"I didn't mean to pick that arrow, I promise! I don't even know why I carry it! I mean, what's the point of labeling these arrows if I'm not looking at which one I pick!" She rambled as you couldn't fathom what you were looking at. Sure, you heard the stories of Scott Lang. You went to see Rogers: The Musical. But in front of you on the sidewalk, you were looking at a couple-inch-tall Dudley, and you couldn't believe it.

You pushed your finger into him, knocking Dudley over.

"Hey, don't do that." The girl scolded you, making you look up at her. "He just held me hostage. Are you serious?" She dropped her mouth and closed it again. "I mean, you're not wrong, but now he's.. well.. that.." She looked back down to the ground. "What should we do?" She asked aloud. "We?!" You lifted your eyebrows to her, making her snap her head back to you. "Yeah. I was saving your life!"

"Well, I didn't ask you to use the shrinking arrow!"

"I didn't mean to!" She whined and looked back down at Dudley. "Wait, where is he?!" You looked back down and squatted, but you didn't see him either. "Quick check your shoes." She frantically looked at you. "I didn't step on him!"

"Check them!" She responded, checking hers. You rolled your eyes and checked.

"He's not here." You replied as you looked down the street. "Ummm.." The ponytail-wearing girl looked where you looked. Running under street lights was a rat that looked like it might be a little too big for its size. "You don't think-"

"No!" She quickly replied and turned her head. "I saved you. End of story." She waited for you to agree. "Okay. You saved me." You said as Kate pulled out her phone. "I'm reporting this. The police should be here soon." You didn't really hear here as your eyes traveled back to the rat. Further away. It's not smiling.. is it?

"Are you hurt?" You looked back at her. "Huh?" She smiled and took a step closer. "I asked if you were hurt. It looks like they didn't rough you up, but it's always nice to check." She smiled at you again, this time showing off her pearly whites. Fuck she's cute. Like really cute. Oh wait, it's now your turn to talk... "Fine, think, I am." You closed your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh, missing the lifesaver scrunching her nose as she laughed. "Sorry. I meant to say I think I am fine." You opened your eyes just in time to see her nod as her eyes looked you over.

Was she checking you out?

"Good." She replied with a nod, and she was about to say something else when: "You have pretty eyes." Excuse me?! Why did you say that?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!?

The archer seemed to be surprised by your statement and blushed. Hard! "Well, thank you. I must say, usually, people thank me or offer to buy me pizza, but this is nice, too." She laughed, breaking the nervous air you made happen. "I'm so sorry!" You groaned "Yes. Thank you for saving me, and I'm sorry for saying what I said. Not that it's not true. You do have pretty eyes. And your smile is great! Plus, I'm in love with your hair- But I didn't mean to say it aloud. It was just for me. But that doesn't mean-"

"Kate Bishop." She stopped you with two words while smiling. Holding out her hand. "What?" You questioned.

"Hi. I'm Kate Bishop. 23. I just saved your life, and this is our first time talking." She made a gesture to her extended hand. You sighed, relieved, and shook her slightly rough but still soft hand. "Thank you for saving my life, Kate Bishop. I'm Y/N Y/L/N. 25." Kate smiled as she felt your hand in hers. Soft. She thought.

"It was an honor to save such a beautiful lady with even prettier eyes," Kate said, making you blush, and a butterfly get pregnant in your stomach. "Do you flirt with all the people you save?" You questioned, still shaking her hand. Kate responded with a shake of the head. "First time."

"Then I am honored." You couldn't stop the smile that crawled onto your face as she dropped your hand. And neither could Kate watching you. "So, are you sure you're all good? No scratches or anything?" Kate asked, looking only into your eyes. "I'm all good. Now." You said.

"Do you live around here?" She asked. "Bold of you." Kate rolled her eyes. "I'm asking because I want to ensure you get home safely."

"Sureee." You said but lifted your hand and pointed to your building. "Right there." Kate looked at it and didn't like it, but not everyone could live in their mom's penthouse apartment after their own apartment was set on fire. "I'll walk you." Kate put a hand on your backside and started moving the two of you along. Passing the knocked-out guy on the sidewalk.

"Police should be here soon." She said when she saw you look at the guy.

"Okay." You replied as her hand rested now fully against you. This was nice, and your body couldn't help but remind you. Having someone care for you and touch you...

"Kate?" You asked as you were now getting closer to your place. "Do you do this often? The Vigilante thing?" Kate nodded immediately. "Practically all the time." She beamed. "I'm still new, but I was trained by Clint! You know Hawkeye!?" She enthusiastically proclaimed.

"Clint Barton trained you?!" You couldn't believe it. "Yep! Check it out!" She dropped your hand and pulled out her phone. On her Lock Screen was a picture of her and Clint with a golden retriever. "Oh my God! Holy shit! That's amazing!" A part of you wanted to say this was fake and that there's no way, but she did take out six guys and make it seem like fun, so you'd believe her regardless. Plus, she flirted with you. And checked you out!

"So, do you have a cool nickname? Wait, are you an Avenger?!" You stopped in front of your building and turned to Kate with all seriousness. "Are you?!" Kate did one of those yes/no faces. "Kind of. It's a grey area considering the Avengers aren't like a proper thing anymore, but yeah, I guess I am." She nodded and smiled. You smiled back. "That's so cool." You said.

Kate looked from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes. You both noticed. "You know..." She cleared her throat. "I could send you some pics of Clint and me if you want?" She asked, knowing what the answer would be.

"Oh yeah?" You caught on. "Yeah.. and maybe then I'd have your number." Kate bit her bottom lip before you agreed. "Having the number of the person who saved my life would be important. You know, in case anything like this were to happen again." You spoke as Kate put her number into your phone before sending herself a text. "Well, I hope nothing like this happens again," Kate said, handing you your phone before she continued. "I mean, I would save you, of course, but I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

That warmed your heart in more ways than one.

So, with pink cheeks, you turned to look at your building. You were about to walk up the steps when you stopped yourself. "You know.." Kate looked at you with peaked interest. "The police haven't come by yet, and we both know how dangerous this area can be.." Kate lightly nodded. "Plus, I'm enjoying getting to know the archer who saved me. So maybe we should keep walking.. together."

Kate smiled at you and took your hand in hers. "I know a safer place we can walk to."

"Lead the way."

Kate smiled and started pulling you further away from your place just as cop cars went speeding by the two of you.

"Thank you." You spoke as the flashing blue and red lights became a dot. "For saving me and all that." You flustered. "It's no problem. I would've done it anyways, but it helps that you're pretty and..." Kate trails off in thought before her eyes widen. "Maybe tonight you'll get lucky."

That made you laugh in a mixture of shock and nervousness.

"What!?" You exclaimed as your cheeks went from pink to red. "What?" Kate looked at you as if she said nothing wrong. "What did you say?" You asked.

"I said maybe tonight you'll get to meet Lucky."

She most certainly did not.

Right?

"Lucky?!" You asked. Kate released your hand and pulled out her phone again, showing you the Lock Screen. She pointed with her thumb at the golden retriever. "Lucky." You nodded and retook her hand once the phone was put away.

"So we're going to your place?"

That made Kate blush and realize she would have to say something sooner rather than later.

"Well... yeah. It's way safer, and I figured we wouldn't want to stop talking anytime soon, so why not.." Kate sheepishly looked at you, but all she saw were joy-filled eyes. "I'd like that if I can make one request."

"Okay?" That made Kate nervous. "I want a kiss. Like in the movies. Cliche."

Kate squeezed your hand and stopped. Now that made you nervous. "I mean, unless I'm totally reading the signs wrong." You sputtered. "In which case. I'm joking. This was an attempt to wanting more from life, and it was a joke at the same time somehow, so please igno-"

Kate kissed you to shut you up and because the signs were right.

From the moment Kate ran up to you after shrinking that guy, she had never seen a girl more beautiful. And let's remember she fought the Black Widow's sister. Her not-so-subtle flirting, along with your flustering, had made Kate's stomach do flips.

So kissing you was the easiest decision she made all night. Well, that and saving your life.

When Kate's pink lips left yours, you knew you were never leaving New York.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[katebisxop]

𝐈 𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 '𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

reunion

mission accomplished

𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐩

i dont want you like a best friend

midnight visitor

savior

upside down

𝐠𝐰𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐲

whoops, wrong way

𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐳

𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

[bigbadripley]

heyo can I geta mf uhh kate bishop x dom!f!reader with a strap? just good old pwp

Like Water (18+)

Pairing: Sub!Kate Bishop x Dom!Fem!Reader | Minors DNI!!  ⚠️

Warnings: PWP drabble, strap use, Kate the Fountain, mommy dom

Title from "Water" by Kehlani

"That's a good fuckin' girl." You praised as Kate came on your strap. You held her hips to the bed and buried it deeper, watching as she writhed and cried out, wetness splashing against your pelvis. 

The only thing on your mind was making it happen again and again as you continued to fuck her through it, refusing to give her a breather. She took you so well, swallowing the whole shaft into her tight cunt. "Cum for me again, sweet girl." You coaxed. More breathy moans left her lips, her legs began to shake, and her tits bounced. She was closer than you thought.

"Fuck, mommy. Don't stop, please." Kate pleaded. You were happy to oblige, and she came undone within seconds of you pistoning harder. Another gush hit you, and you smiled at her back arching. You could do this all day.

[kitmoas]

seized within the silk we grew

WandaNatKate x Reader (Part of the Training Grounds Universe)

Warnings: ***18+** **MINORS DNI** **Vague Smut-ish*** Mommy kink, slight public things

As usual if i missed anything let me know!

Author's Note: ...........Shhh it's a Halloween Treat (an unedited one so I do be sorry if it sucks)

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Blinking slowly as the sun sunk into your eyes, reveling in the slight pain. The noise below you kept your anxieties down, but you knew that the quiet in your head was only temporarily lulled. Everyone else wanted you to move on, but how could you? Your world had crumbled, the foundation cracked and shattered so quickly and you never even stood a chance. One day the rest of them would understand, and maybe this was selfish but you couldn’t stop the thought, it was always you. First your father, your home, and now your temple; gone. 

A hand on your shoulder, gentle but firm broke you from your thoughts. “Hey Pete is done, you ready?” The small smile makes you blush and you know the influence of others has caused you to not quite understand your own emotions, but you have nothing else to grasp so you allow that to run rampant. Nodding, you let your body get guided with a soft hand on your lower back as the two of you step out onto the thin but strong webbed walkway. 

Your face brightens the closer you get to your friends, all in various states of lounge from where you all dangle in the web that the spider boy created. The sun is setting in the background giving you a beautiful view of the city, even below where you can see kids all dressed up running around knocking on doors and getting candy. Settling down next to your best friend, her hand reaching up to tangle in your pant leg tugging at you insistently, a slight sound of disappointment comes from the one who helped you across the bridge in the first place. “I believe boy of spiders did well with this, do you agree?” 

A loud groan, a small web flying past you, and you don’t even have to open your heavy eyes to see the young boy’s pout. “We have been friends how long Yelena, I am Spider-MAN. Man.” 

Her body shakes as you curl into her, exhaustion starting to catch up despite your want to be a part of the group. You want to speak up and laugh, you know that was the point of everyone inviting you but you can’t help how you relax around them. 

“You say that like our little resident Russian hasn’t had her accent and lack of English stick with her for this long, you aren’t ever going to be a man in her eyes.” The taunting voice of America is obvious, and you know she’s trying to get a rise out of both of them but neither bite as the loud giggles of one night only demons and heroes down below ring through the air. 

Clearing her throat, finally shaking the sting from earlier Cassie stands up. “Why don’t we just start drinking? Yeah? Maybe everyone can be men that way?” She’s giggling as she sticks her tongue out at the boy, tossing him a bottle. “My special cocktail, drink up everyone.” She gently sets one in your hand, waiting for your eyes to open to smile at you. “At your own pace, no rush.” 

“Should we drink since most of us are on duty?” Even you groan at Peter’s question, rolling out of Yelena’s arms to stare at the boy.

“Take the spider mask off for a minute and have fun, does Bishop really have your balls in that tight of a grip?” You mean it as a joke, you swear to yourself but you can almost swim in the haze that the tenseness creates. It was the first time anyone has mentioned the archer, and no one thought it would be you first. Rolling your eyes at the panic spreading across his face, you pop the lid off of your bottle and lean back. The strong liquor stings as it goes down your throat, though anything feels better than the weight of the silence. 

A loud laugh and a slap on the back interrupts your thoughts, “You heard her! Follow her lead you weak little Avengers!” You knew that you could always count on your best friend to match your energy. Everyone else follows suit, but one, gulping down their own drinks.

When you finally pull the now half empty bottle from your lips, a drop of the deep Periwinkle liquid escapes down your chin but a gentle thumb doesn’t allow it to get too far. Swiping it away quickly, the hand cups your cheek and sky blue eyes search for your own. They should be comforting but you always did prefer a storm. “Careful there.” 

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“Careful there sweets.” Always cocky. You knew that before you started dating her, and you know it’s only gotten worse now that you are on her arm. “Wouldn’t wanna ruin your pretty little costume, now would ya?” She’s pushing into your space, her hand cupping your jaw giving her even more control as she smirks down at you. 

The barely there costume was already ruined before you were even able to leave the girl’s apartment. She had shoved you against the wall the moment she had sauntered down the steps in her cheesy pirate costume, the tattered vest hanging open to show off her abs and the hat barely hanging onto her head. The brunette was holding a sword when she realized that your torn tied up shirt barely covered anything and your skirt had multiple slits so high that she barely had to swing one to get access to between your thighs. 

Eyes rolling, you hope that the darkness of the room conceals the way your cheeks flush. “Well I know you won’t be getting the chance to, so someone has to.” Biting your bottom lip, you know that you’re challenging her. It’s always fun to see how far you can push her until she finally breaks and gives you what you want. 

Kate’s eyes are intense as she stares you down, dark cobalt swirling before it’s interrupted by a hiccup. Giggles erupt from both of you and you feel your heart almost stop, frozen as you watch her head fall back. You never understood how you got someone so amazing to even look at you, let alone have her fall in love with you too. Her head falls to your shoulder, even as her body still shakes with laughter, as her arms wrap around you. She’s tugging you closer, into her body, and you know it’s the safest place you’ve ever been. 

You can feel soft kisses along your neck, a gentle nip as she finally pulls away. Her smile is wide and the glossy nature of her eyes are the clear giveaway of the alcohol she’s consumed. The breath you take gets caught in your throat while she looks at you, almost like you’re the gravity keeping her on the planet. “Let’s go back to the party, I gotta show off my pretty girl.” 

A whine tears through your teeth and you want to beg her to come back, to put her hands back on you but you know that she’s ready to be back in the spotlight. She’s aching to parade you around, not only you but the fact that you are hers. You love it, something you had never gotten to feel before, but in the moment you just wanted her to take what was hers. 

Sighing you just nod, but when she roughly pushes you back against the wall. Her knee shoving its way between your thighs and her mouth smashing against yours. The taste of alcohol was strong on her lips and her kiss was messy, but her hands were rushing along your body. Desperate to feel you up before she finally pulled away, shaky breaths as she smirked down at you. Watching as your hips subconsciously grind down onto her thigh, “I’ll take care of this within the hour, don’t you worry sweetheart.” Cobalt eyes twinkling as she winks at you, her hand cupping your cheek as she pulls you towards the dance floor.

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Shaking your head, you smile up at the girl and you try to clear your head from the memories. You were working on that, it’s hard but one day you hope that it will be easier. You let her rest her hand on your face for a few moments before you gently move away, settling back into your position with Yelena. 

It takes a bit before the group starts up their normal antics, America dumps her drink on Peter when he starts practically drooling over MJ. “Do you have to dry hump your webs every time your little girlfriend comes up?” Everyone is laughing, the two somehow constantly at each other’s throats. 

“Yes Peter, what does that MJ even do? Can she take down a secret agency?” The blonde leans up, letting your heavy head fall from her shoulder, as she sticks her tongue out at the boy. Everyone likes to give him crap for being the only one that likes someone out of the business. 

Cassie starts laughing, rolling on her back. “Really going for that spider-man damsel in distress trope aren’t you?” She’s trying to keep her hand stable as she almost spills her drink. 

The shaggy haired boy huffs, though used to the teasing and he knows it’s all just fun, the alcohol in his system is making him a bit more sensitive to the taunts. “At least I have someone Cass and I’m not pining over someone I can’t get!” He blinks, but doesn’t make eye contact with you or the other girl. “I have someone amazing, and she’s perfect. She makes me happy and for the first time I can relax. I don’t feel like I’m always on edge or ready to jump into a fight when I’m around her. I can put down the mask and the responsibilities and feel like a college kid. I’m just a kid and she makes my life better. She makes me better. I’m a better Peter around her, a better Spider-Man.” His voice trails off, realizing that he let his emotions get the better of him. 

It's the one thing every single person in the job wants. Someone, despite the title they hold, to love and melt into. It’s hard to find a patient and understanding person, someone who won’t get mad at the late nights or broken bones. To find someone like MJ was rare, and every single person sitting there knew that. They knew that you had to hold onto those ones with an iron grip, and do anything possible to keep them in your life. 

America sighs, letting her head fall on his shoulder. She leans up to kiss his cheek, a sign that she’s done teasing. It’s quiet as the group take the time to sip at their drinks, enjoying the chilled wind. You should have noticed the way that they all side eye to look at you, the way that Cassie is longing after you, but you’ve lost your own mind. 

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Your giggle rings through the mostly quiet room, body squirming to try and get away from the soft kisses that Natasha was leaving along your stomach. She had been soft and sweet all day, her phone and earpiece nowhere to be found. The two of you had spent the entire day dressed in soft onesies, you in a devil one while the ginger donned a random one that made absolutely no sense to you. She had gasped, acted so offended that you wouldn’t know the classic that is Trick r’ Treat but she just tugged you onto the couch anyways. The movie was immediately started, though you don’t remember most of it. 

After what feels like forever, trying to avoid her tickles, the older woman finally leans her chin on you to look up at you. “Thank you Malyshka.” She giggles at your confused look, kissing your hip bone softly. “I wanted to spend today with you because I know you like Halloween, and though I never really celebrated it I thought it would be nice to at least be together.” She stumbles over her words a bit, a blush rising up her neck. “I made Wanda take my technology and I wanted to just feel the safety of being with you. Nothing taking away from us or the way you make my body feel relaxed, just you and me. Together.” 

Something in your body stops, your heart practically giving out, and you know that you’ve dreamt about this moment since the day that the two of you met. You had always wanted the older women to look at you like you mattered, like you were more to them than you were supposed to be. You could feel your head nodding, mindlessly as you tried to keep your emotions in check. You couldn’t be obvious, or too clingy, or else you might chase her away so you just accepted her words. It felt wrong but you wanted to keep her in her safe little bubble for as long as possible, and if that meant you would spend every single day wishing that she would be different with you more often then okay. If that meant for the rest of your life you would feel inferior so that she would be able to relax just for a bit, then that’s just fine for you. You would give up everything if that meant keeping her happy. 

Natasha was leaning over you, a soft smile on her face. It wasn’t uncommon for you to be on the receiving end of them, but this felt different. It felt real and you did everything in your power to not react. You wanted to kiss her, but you were scared that it would push her away. Instead you waited, with bated breath, as she just stared at you. It was the sound of the music from whatever movie was playing that broke the trance she was in, the ginger bounces back. 

Her eyes were no longer soft, instead they were panicked as she looked around trying to figure out what to do. She was only that vulnerable after she put you in a much more defenseless position, having normally left this type of interaction with Wanda. You want to reach out, but she turns to you suddenly with the smile back on her face. “Let’s make some brownies, we can even decorate them like mummies.” Her hand encases yours softly, and she’s guiding you to the kitchen and for a moment the freak out was forgotten. 

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Blinking, you can’t help the embarrassed look on your face when you realize that everyone is looking at you. You try to look the other way but the sun is gone and the moon is entirely too cloudy to even watch it, so you just sigh. Rolling your eyes at yourself, you try to not focus on how many times you have made the group go quiet or how many times you have completely killed the mood. All you wanted to do was drink and hang out with friends, but even that was too hard for you to do apparently. 

The web moves below you and you feel familiar arms wrapping around your shoulders, tugging you back into her body. The two of you sit in silence for a moment before everyone else starts to move, giving the two of you a bit of privacy. “It’s okay, you know?” America’s eyes are soft as she searches for yours. She shrugs when you reject her, and just pulls you tighter against her. 

“How can it be?” Your voice catches you off guard, it sounds sure even though that was far from what you actually felt. “I’m ruining everything and it’s been so long.” 

The girl shrugs, her messy bangs falling into her eyes as she chuckles. “You think we expect you to be okay? We don’t. We’re your friends, real ones. We want to build you up regardless of everything, and we can’t do that if you act like you’re whole. We tease and taunt and mock, but we love you. At the end of the day we love you, no boundaries and no conditions. If you let us, we’ll be there for you and even when you fight it we will be too; just waiting in the background for when you need us.” She’s blowing her hair away from her face, a quiet falling over you to like a security blanket. Leaning over to place a soft kiss against your temple, she whispers reassurance once more as she leaves you to be. 

You want to reach out, beg her to come back and wrap her arms around you. For her to drag over Yelena or even Peter so that you can fall into their arms. It hurt to let her walk away and it almost felt like a weight was slowly crushing your chest, breaking and cracking at your ribs to puncture your lungs. The breath falling from your lips, blue in your imagination. 

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“I think it would be fun to actually go out to eat tonight, don’t you Мой красивый ангел?” Her voice echoed through the doorway into the room where you were curled up on the bed, a wave of sadness hit you and it felt like your entire body was caving in. A head of curly brunette hair pops into the bedroom, eyes twinkling but the moment she sees your body in the fetal position it dims. 

Rushing over to you she pauses at the foot of the bed, hand hanging in the air as she tries to quickly assess the situation. Before she can even move you’re flopping over, a pout on your lips and tears in your eyes. Reaching out, your hands grab at her as you silently beg for her touch. The pain is searing and you swore that it was real, but you had a horrible feeling that it was just all in your head. Your anxiety is coming to destroy your favorite holiday, but you wanted to fight it. 

She’s on you in moments and it’s almost like nothing happened, unsure of what even started it you decide to instead melt into the older woman. You weren’t sure if it was just her powers at work or if maybe it was just your desperate need to be around the Sokovian, but whatever pain you were feeling disappeared. The secret of which it was would never be revealed to you, instead you decide to spend the time you now have in bed to your advantage. 

Slowly you move in the witch’s arms so that you can look up at her, a twinkle in your eyes as you miss the red mist falling from her fingers. “Mommy, I think I would rather stay in. We can make sure the candy bucket stays full that way!” It’s a bad excuse and you know it, but you couldn’t think of anything else quickly. You were craving her touch on your body, and you knew that if you were to go out the most she would let you do is get filled by her magic. That wasn’t enough tonight. 

The smile on her face is hesitant but the look in your eyes is real, and how can she deny you of anything? If you needed her touch to feel better than that’s what you needed. Her kiss is sudden, surging forward to connect your lips. The brunette lets you have a few seconds of a mostly gentle kiss before she pushes you onto your back, body pressing you into the mattress. Her weight keeps you pinned as she snaps her fingers and your clothes start to rip off. It’s all so fast and you almost want it to stop, overwhelming your senses but when she pulls away to watch you your racing heart calms. 

“Well hello there little one.” Her voice is soft, it’s gentle and you almost think tonight might be different than every other time. “You’re Mommy’s. Say it.” Her hand cups your chin, thumb swiping along your bottom lip. Her eyes are predatory, but in a warm nature, as she watches your body come into view. Her magic is working to tear your clothes to shreds. She makes a mental note to buy you more, as you whisper it. 

Her hand strikes you out of nowhere, the sting along your cheek forces your head to the side before her rough grip on your jaw brings it back. “Mine, and I own your little body.” Something in her snapped as she trails her free hand down your body. “You know, you seem confused for such a smart slut. Did your brain turn to mush already?” She’s sneering as her eyebrows lift, her fingers slipping in between your thighs where she finds wetness already gathered there. 

Shaking your head, you know it’s a lie. You weren’t sure where it came from, unaware of your own arousal. You had thought you wanted her to be nice, but you can feel the warmth in your body as she settles into her normal state. It’s harsh and almost uncaring, but it’s habitual and comforting. The actions and brash tone turns your mind off, and you realize that even in the state that you’re in the way Wanda treats you is what keeps you level headed and calm. 

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A quiet thwap takes you out of your thoughts, and the bouncing unsettles you from your spot as the group starts walking towards the building. You spot the candy that Peter threw at you, hanging just above you though you can’t pinpoint where the web is connected. Sighing you sit there for a moment, eyes watching as Peter and America push each other–both determined to be the first one off the web. 

A firm hand lands on your shoulder and you immediately smell your best friend’s perfume, the blonde kneeling next to you. The two of you silently watch the last of the trick or treaters below you, and you head falls onto her shoulder. “You know, I think the world really does test the best people. It is unfair and mistreatful, but only the best end up the way you do. I am always on your side. I know you didn’t ask me to be, and you don’t technically need me to be, but I am. I will always save you no matter what, and together we will not just survive but we will conquer.” She smiling now, against your shoulder where she tilts her head to suppress her giggle. 

Shoving her away, you can’t help the eye roll as you relish in your time with the Russian. “Okay, don’t get too crazy. The FBI is gonna think you want to start a war or something.” You watch her shrug, rubbing her thumb along your shoulder blade as she stands up. Opening your mouth you go to say something, but she’s already walking away. Even with the mouthed apology, you want to whine and complain but your attention is being pulled from her as someone settles down next to you. 

Feet swinging off the edge of the web, the two of you sit in silence. You wait there for her to say something. You don’t have any negative feelings towards her, and you do really enjoy spending time with the girl. The two of you both enjoy a lot of the same things and conversation is easy, but there’s just something that isn’t right. Maybe you should take a chance, let her take you out just once, but at the same time it’s just too simple. It feels mindless after the past six years but the need to restart is strong, so maybe you should. 

There were a lot of maybes, and you hated that. You were always so sure before, and if you weren’t then someone else was sure for you. It was a stable foundation where your own personal castle was built, but now you have to rebuild. You’re on new land, new terrority, and you have to stumble around to find materials. Even now, lost in your thoughts, you can feel the warmth along your ribcage and it makes you wonder what is happening. Can you truly find a new foundation while the old one pulses along your body? 

Cassie stands, a hand outreached to you with a gentle smile pulling at her lips. She waits, patience unending, as you stare back up at her. Blinking slowly, you try to put together your thoughts. She isn’t rushing or pushing, just there. So you nod, taking her hand and allowing her to pull you up. Her arm is heavy as she wraps it around you, guiding you off the web. The two of you don’t speak, and you hate how it feels comfortable even as you take the stairs down to where everyone else is waiting. 

You can hear the chatter even from the staircase, the three of them arguing about something. “I have a higher ranking than you! I will not switching just so I can have a stupid title!” Chuckling as you hear the Russian yell out, the alcohol must be just starting to hit her with how animated she is being. 

Stepping into few, the two of you immediately gain the attention of the others. Three pairs of stares, the lack of reaction would have gotten to you if America wasn’t able to shake it off first. “Tell them that one day you’ll join the Young Avengers! You wanna work with me and Petes, right?” It’s hopeful even through her confusion as she stares at the arm around you. 

“Why would she want to be a YOUNG avengers when she could be partners with THE White Widow?” Yelena is screaming, howling almost, and you can’t help but giggle with her. 

Peter shrugs, chugging the rest of the drink in his hand before he politely drops it in the garbage next to him. “I personally think you both should join up, we would be unstoppable.” 

There as the entire group starts laughing, the world quiet at the end of the night and litters of empty candy wrappers floating past deflating ghosts, something feels right. You let yourself sink into the feeling, for the first time in months, and you shrug. “Maybe I’ll be on call for both of you, Young Avengers and the infamous White Widow. How about that?” Everyone laughed and nodded along, the group starting to walk down the sidewalk. If anyone looked out the window too quickly it would look just like a group of college kids, laughing and joking, they would never know that the group had fought for their lives from childhood. 

It feels weird to casually agree to something like that, your life on a spiral since you graduated. You weren’t sure where you were going, but at least here on your favorite day of the year you weren’t alone. Surrounded by friends you knew that everything would be okay, and you just needed to allow that to happen. It wasn’t just yet there, but one day it would be and that was all that mattered. 

[thebisexualdogdad]

Chaotic writing prompt 7, with Kate saying it to R

Kate Bishop x GN!reader

7. I’m a real adult, just last week I bought a vegetable.

After Kate's apartment burned down you let her crash at your place which was great except you were now going through twice as much food.

It's nearly 4 in the morning when Kate returns home from patrolling the streets with Clint having worked up quite the appetite and was now searching through your fridge for something to eat as most of her usual late night spots were closed.

"Kate please tell me that is not your blood you are getting all over my kitchen," you ask coming out from your bedroom when you heard her coming in.

Her bow and quiver is strapped to her back, blood on her suit with bloody handprints starting at your front door dripping all the way to the refrigerator.

"Oh don't worry it's just drug dealer blood," she says, still looking around in your fridge, "do you have anything besides leftover takeout?"

"I think there's a bag of chocolate chips in the cabinet," you shrug.

"Maybe we should go to the store tomorrow and buy actual groceries like real adults," she jokes, turning to face you.

"Hey I'm a real adult, just last week I bought a vegetable," you huff.

"You bought a potato to make French fries Y/N," she replies.

"You're one to talk, last time I went to your apartment the only food in your refrigerator was frozen pizzas and a bag of cheese to put on those pizzas to make it extra cheesy," you laugh, "I'm pretty sure Lucky is more of an adult than either one of us."

"Funny, Clint said the same thing a few days ago."

Lucky lifts his head up from his bed, smiling at you both.

[writershapeholeonthedoor]

Slumber Party - Yelena/Kate

Pairing: Yelena Belova/Kate Bishop

Characters: Yelena Belova; Kate Bishop; Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Yelena wants to have a slumber party tonight.

Disclaimer: Had this idea after watching a tiktok. Also, English is not my first language.

Kate was sitting at her bed reading the newest number of her favorite comic book when the bathroom door opened and Yelena ran from there to jump on the bed, making the mattress shake with her weight.

"Kate Bishop."

Kate laughed as she immediately put her arm around Yelena's body to pull her in for a side hug. "Someone is happy," she said, though seeing her girlfriend's smile made her just as happy.

Yelena leaned to press a sloppy kiss on her cheek, something that never failed to make Kate's heart skip a beat. After hosting dinner with Natasha, they had gotten inside the room for a few minutes. Yelena cooked boxed mac n cheese and her sister pretended she didn’t mind even if everyone knew Natasha would rather die than eat that, but Kate enjoyed it enough to repeat it twice. Now, Natasha was lying down on their not so comfortable couch to sleep after Yelena convinced her to stay for the night since the older woman's girlfriend was away on some mission again. Kate was sure Pizza Dog was giving her a run for her money because there was no way he was letting her sleep there alone. He was a cuddler, for sure.

“Do you know how my sister is sleeping on our couch right now?” Yelena asked and it took Kate a moment to understand what she was saying because there were too many things distracting her. The strong russian accent - that seemed havier since Natasha got there -, the way Yelena was running a finger up and down her body, the warm breath against her neck, and just Yelena overall.

“I have a small recollection, yes,” Kate replied and then gulped loudly, which made a low sexy as hell chuckle that made Kate squirm in bed.

“Do you think that, perhaps, you can change places with her?” Yelena pressed a kiss on her jaw and her breath caught for a second before the words kicked in. Kate blinked, confused and surprised at the same time, as if Yelena had just talked to her in Russian. She leaned away a bit to clear the fog in her head and shook her head, but her girlfriend was already moving to straddle her and holding her face between her hands. “I want to do that thing you americans do,” she explained.

“Destroy other countries in search of petroleum?” Kate offered, trying to be funny even if her eyes kept going down to Yelena’s breasts.

Her girlfriend’s laugh was louder this time, more joyful, and Kate felt her chest warm up when Yelena’s hand slid down to touch lightly at her neck as she leaned over to hide her face on her shoulder. “You’re funny, Kate Bishop. I have destroyed countries for less.”

Kate blinked again. “You destroyed countries?”

“Anyway,” Yelena said, raising her head again. “My sister is a recluse elderly woman now who lives outside the city and has a farm so she doesn’t have to buy her own eggs, so I was thinking we should enjoy that she visited the city to do something fun together.”

“Isn’t she, like, thirty-two now?”

“Yes, very old, poor thing.” To add to her dramatics, Yelena pouted and Kate couldn’t do anything other than laugh and roll her eyes fondly.

“You want to do a slumber party with your sister?” She asked, not to be sure, but just because she wanted to hear Yelena say it.

“Yes,” the russian spy agreed quickly. “A slumber party.”

Kate giggled and patted Yelena’s thighs to indicate she should get up. “Okay, yes. I will sleep on the couch so you two can take the comfortable bed.”

“There’s no need to lie, Kate,” Yelena replied as she slid off the bed. “There’s no way that bed is actually comfortable.”

“I can make you two share the couch.”

“But you won't,” Yelena smiled and stopped Kate from getting up to kiss her cheek. “Because you love me, Kate Bishop.”

Before Kate could reply, Yelena turned on her heels and marched to the door, opening it without a second thought. Kate followed her slower, but she was still able to see Natasha lying on the couch still trying to make the pillows more fluffy by punching them. Yes, punching. And Kate couldn’t help but smile at how similar both sisters were.

“Natasha,” Yelena called in a singing voice, “come over here, we’re going to watch a lame-ass movie and talk shit about our girlfriends.”

At Natasha’s confused look, Kate, who had just stopped beside Yelena, leaning against the door frame, smiled at her and offered an explanation: “Yelena wants to make a slumber party with you.”

Natasha scoffed at that and rolled her eyes. “I’m not kicking you out of your bed.”

Kate realized that Natasha wasn’t saying she didn’t want to spend the night with her sister, that her concern was Kate having to sleep on the couch, so she quickly rushed to make her see it’s okay. “Hey, you should totally crash in our bed tonight. I think you two will have fun. And Pizza Dog will love to sleep on top of me all night again.” The dog then barked as if to agree with her and Kate pointed at him. “See? Pizza Dog is happy.”

“No, no,” Natasha said, shaking her head. “I won’t…”

“Natasha, come on,” Yelena interrupted her. “Kate is so much younger than you, her back can take the couch for one night.”

Natasha actually glared at her sister and barely missed Kate hiding a laugh behind Yelena’s back. To hide it, Kate faked a cough and placed both hands on Yelena’s waist to gently push her away so she could exit the room. “It’s fine, really. You two should spend some time together. I will just read my comic book until I fall asleep, anyway.”

“Are you sure?” Natasha asked with raised eyebrows, but anyone could see how she suddenly got excited about it.

“I’m sure,” Kate agreed.

“Really?”

Kate laughed when Natasha started to get up. The taller woman made a stop to pat Fanny’s head on the way to the couch, but the dog didn’t even look up at her, before she grabbed the blanket they had given to Natasha before going to their room. “Really, really,” she added. “You go and I will stay here.”

“Get your ass over here already, Romanoff,” Yelena demanded - not without love attached to every word.

Natasha entered their room a moment later, but Yelena stayed on the spot for another second to send Kate a thankful smile. “That’s okay,” Kate smiled. “I will pop some popcorn for you two.”

Yelena’s gaze turned lovingly and Kate felt her entire face heating up for some reason. However, a second after that, Yelena’s face was back to her stoic expression as she said: “Don’t feed the dogs popcorn”, before disappearing inside the room as well.

Kate was left there smiling dumbly at herself until Pizza Dog hit his head against her leg to demand some attention. She looked down at him, already running a hand behind his ear. “Of course I will give you popcorn, don’t worry boy.”

[theearthwassoup]

PLSPSLSSOSLOSSL I NEED KATE BISHOP AND SPARKS FLY the thought of us not being able to get with her for some godforsaken reason but us having undeniable chemistry makes me🥰🥰🥰🤣🤣🤣🤣😡😡😡😡😡👹👹👹👹🤓🤓🤓🤓🤓🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

sparks fly (kate)

a/n: hi! thank you so much for this request!! I absolutely love every song on Speak Now so I hope I wrote this okay! please enjoy :) word count: 240

You felt her gaze on you as you crossed the room, navigating your way through the crowd of people. The party was something for the history books, except for the storm raging on outside. But for you, that just added an extra sense of excitement.

You could feel the music pumping through your veins, the rhythm of your heartbeat in tune as Kate appeared in front of you, holding out a hand. Taking it without a word, Kate led you to the dance floor, pulling you close to her as you danced.

As you moved to the rhythm of the music, Kate's eyes never left yours. You weaved your fingers through her hair, pulling her even closer. Your lips were almost touching before she pulled away, taking your hand in hers. She dragged you outside, where the rain was pouring. Immediately, your dress was soaked, sticking to your adrenaline pumped form.

Only a second passed when your eyes met, then Kate's lips were on yours, a dance of desperation and longing.

It was like a moment from the movies when you both pulled away, leaning your foreheads together, electricity still radiating off both of you.

Ignoring the idea of what tomorrow would bring, you let Kate once again take your hand and lead you back inside, up the winding staircase and into a secluded room.

You knew you couldn't have her, but for now you would let the sparks fly.

a/n: im sorry this took me so long! hopefully it was alright

[comet-forgot-you]

drabble masterlist

amber freeman:

amber getting jealous ☆

amber fucking r in front of tara ☆

popular!amber teaching you how to touch her ☆

finding out amber is ghostface ☆

g!p reader and bunny!amber w a breeding kink ☆

drunk!r and drunk!amber ♡

messing w bunny!amber's ears ☆

hate fucking w mean!amber while she records (pt. 1 & pt. 2) ☆

studying w needy!amber ☆

giving vampire!amber head ☆

sleeping w ur strap inside bunny!amber ☆

loser!r confronting mean girl!amber ☆

ghostface girlfriends ♡

bunny!r fucking amber in the car ☆

vampire!amber and werewolf!r (pt. 1 & pt.2) ☆ ➤

cumming strap w bunny!amber ☆

ghostface girlfriends (AGAIN) ♡

bunny!amber riding r's strap ☆

bunny!amber waking up needy ☆

amber & tomboy!r ♡

vampire!amber headcannons ☆

bunny!r ruining amber ☆

fwb w amber ☆ ➤

psychologist!r and ghostface!amber ☆

mean!top!vampire!amber ☆

amber riding r's strap ☆

bunny!amber headcannons ☆

r's first time w amber ☆

going to the movies w amber and fucking her after ☆

vampire!amber giving you head ☆

finding out amber is a vampire ☆

sam carpenter:

giving her head while she games ☆

sam talking you through it ☆

shower sex ☆

tatum riley:

ghostface!r breaking in & fucking tatum ☆

max fox:

buying bunny!max lingerie ☆

fucking college student!max all over campus ☆

bunny!max headcannons ☆

bassist!r and photographer!max ( pt.1 & pt. 2) ☆

tutoring college!max ☆

gp!roommate!r with max ☆

dryhumping with max ☆

bratty!college student!max ☆

recording you and max fucking ☆

r obsessed w max ☆

sleepy sex w max ☆

mean!top!max edging & overstim ☆

river:

stuffing river w a vibrator at dinner ☆

river in a band (pt. 1 & pt. 2) ☆

making river beg ☆

river taking care of service!top!r ☆

kate bishop:

dom!bully kate ☆

judy alvarez:

making her fuck u bc shes been gone ☆

[wandagcre]

hii can you write some kate bishop smut about being one of her girls tonight (yeah like the song🙏🏻) please please

not even the liquid courage can help you to muster a word to the university's spunky archer; kate bishop.

instead, you opted for the stolen glances that was piqued with utmost curiosity and attraction. somehow it worked, you're by the beer pong table and kate was across the room, doing body shots. she only broke the staring contest with an eyebrow raised before lunging in for a kiss with the woman she had done the shots with.

you turned away with a sigh. of course, a dream is all it will ever be.

until a hand pulls yours, sending your body in a shock. you're quick to reply that you have decided to go back to your dorm and the mystery person had finally spoken.

"bummer." a click of the tongue followed. "for your friend, i mean, not me. 'cause you're coming with me,"

"how can you be so sure? maybe i'm not into you like that,"

your deflection was proven futile as kate shot you a knowing look. "come on, babe. you were undressing me with that stare for an hour now."

and that's how you found yourself being dragged all over the place, back thudding against the wall as kate fervently kissed you. the heated tension and her fingers crawling to unbuckle and unzip your jeans, moaning into your mouth as soon as her fingers came in contact with your pooling wetness, hovered down to bite atop of your breast.

inhibitions and rationality stripped away, you didn't care how loud you were in another person's room — not when it's kate bishop fucking you insistently. hungrily. she's eager to explore you and kate relayed it unashamedly with every touch.

at least for this night, all she wanted was you — to come on her skillful fingers and mouth, falling apart under her game, added with her oozing lust choking you ever so slightly in the midst of your orgasm that made you dizzy right after.

[noturlondonboy]

Touches ask game: Touching 50 - “putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up”?

I hope we’re on the same page that this will be Bishova

*cracks knuckles*

——

On a good day, Yelena would’ve been able to listen to her girlfriend’s ramblings for nearly hours on end without tiring. On a great day, she would’ve joined in and made the conversation two sided, providing her own points, arguments, and contributions.

Today was not a great day. It was not a good day. It wasn’t even mid.

On bad days, Kate’s constant talking could either be soothing or turn Yelena murderous.

Today seems to be murderous.

“Kate,” the blonde growls in warning for what is surely the millionth time, her molars grinding together and sending sparks of irritation up through her skull. Her eyes feel too hot, though she doesn’t think she’s in any danger of crying, and the need to break something is vibrating in her fingertips.

The archer’s voice cuts off for a blessed moment, her wide doe eyes bright and innocent. She seems to scan over Yelena for a moment, taking in her girlfriend’s gritted teeth and clenched fists, before she comes to some unspoken conclusion.

Her lips part again to say something, and it takes every ounce of will to keep Yelena from screaming.

She settles for slapping her hand over Kate’s mouth instead. The archer lets out a muffled squeaked, her face startled, but she doesn’t jerk away. Internally Yelena sighs in relief that she hadn’t accidentally hurt her. She was high strung and exhausted and much less in-control than she would’ve liked.

Her hand stays pressed firmly over Kate’s mouth for several long moments. At one point, the brunette’s eyes hold a mischievous glimmer, and Yelena is convinced she’s going to have to kick Kate out for licking her hand, but instead she brings a hand up to the one covering her mouth and carefully threads her fingers with Yelena’s.

The assassin allows for her hand to be pulled away and pressed instead to the softness of Kate’s cheek. Something in her chest loosens. The buzzing dies down a bit.

“Feeling a little overstimulated, baby?” Kate says gently, her voice finally a soft tenor that was a balm on Yelena’s burning ears.

For a moment, the part of Yelena that always seemed to want to be angry debates ripping her hand away and storming off, but she managers to keep herself still and instead give a weak nod. Her bottom lip is trembling before she can stop it, and she’s suddenly crying- hot, thick tears staining her cheeks as her overheated mind whirls nonsensically.

Kate coos oh-so-softly, her movements slow and intentionally predictable as she gathers Yelena into her arms. The assassin melts into her, clinging to Kate’s shirt and tucking her head into long waves of dark hair, where the smell of cinnamon and leather is strongest.

No words are traded beyond Kate’s soothing noises, and for that Yelena is grateful.

[writingfics-passingtime]

For the mixtape drabbles! She Keeps Me Warm (Mary Lambert) + Kate Bishop x reader? 🥺

I finally watched Hawkeye, just for you, anon! Thank you for this beautiful request 💜

Even If I Tried

This drabble is part of JJ’s Mixtape - a mini series based on my followers’ favourite songs and characters. You can read more of them here!

Song prompt: She Keeps Me Warm

Pairing: Kate Bishop x reader (no pronouns used)

Words: ~800

CWs: SFW. Some fluff and kissing. A near-kitchen fire.

You start swallowing the thick stench of something green, leafy and burning the moment you walk into your apartment. You drop your bag immediately and rush through the smoke-hazy air that’d settled in the front hall.

“Babe?” There’s an edge of nerves in your voice. Kate swears under her breath when she hears it and wonders if there’s any way to salvage- “What’s going on?”

Flying into the kitchen, waving a hand in front of your face to fend off the assault of burnt broccoli, you swan to the stove and take control of the situation. Kate steps back, starting to explain, “It’s- um, actually it’s supposed to be smoking like that because it’s uh… a flambé dish and-” she kicks herself when she sees your first move is to turn on the extractor fan above the stove, so she tries saying, “and you’re supposed to let the room fill with the aroma.”

You turn and raise an eyebrow, feeling a smirk begin to form. Instead, you hold it back. Just to see how far your girlfriend would dig herself into this whole. “You’re supposed to fill the room with the aroma?”

“Yes,” Kate seals her lips tight as she nods, obfuscating her glance as she so clearly bullshits on the spot. “This dish is all about creating atmosphere.”

“Atmosphere,” you repeat.

“It’s fine dining.”

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Your smirk lets loose. The universe always has the best comedic timing.

“Shit,” Kate swears under her breath and rustles past you to climb on the counter and access the smoke alarm.

You call after her, “Is the sweet symphony of the smoke alarm part of the atmosphere?”

“It- how the hell- it is actually,” she continues flubbing her way through the explanation as she tries to find the button to turn the alarm off. While she’s sufficiently distracted, you turn all three of the burners off. They were all set to high, absolutely incinerating whatever the hell food this used to be.

She jumps down and lands expertly in front of you, standing with a false confidence before turning back to the stove. You see the flash of panic cross her eyes when she realises that this… fine dining was not salvageable.

“Kate…,” you start, placing a gentle hand on her upper arm.

She seals her lips and closes her eyes, as if she’s transporting herself to somewhere else, shaking her head furiously. You’re grinning now. “Kate,” you say again, and she screws up her face when she hears the humour in your voice. “Oh, babe,” you laugh and pull her close, beyond endeared at her denial as the food keeps sizzling in its own charred remains. Catching a glimpse at the recipe on her phone, you nuzzle your nose against the place behind her ear and tease, “Kind of a big step, going from hot pockets to this-”

“Oh, come on!” Kate grunts and tries to shrug you off, but you laugh and pull her closer. She pouts for a second or two. Then, completely called out with nowhere to escape, your beautiful yet culinarily-incapable girlfriend sighs in defeat. With a wince, she looks at the stove and then lets her forehead fall against your shoulder.

“The onions really stung my eyes.”

You grin wider and run a hand down her back. “I’ll kick their ass.”

“Mmm-already done,” she sniffs and looks at one of the pans that was filled with something at various stages of destruction, mumbling, “I showed them.” She turned back to you and started blurting out, “I wanted to do something nice for you because you’ve been working so hard and your mom said you had this a lot growing up so I thought it would be cute,” she gesticulates wildly, trying to defend herself while you just watched on, filling with a love so warm you could burst. “But, phew, let me tell you…” she looks back with wide eyes. “Broccoli burns fast. I mean you really gotta watch those suckers once they’re in the pan.”

She finally stops for air and looks at you for approval, forgiveness, assurance, all of it. As always, you give her everything.

“I love you,” you pour out in a single breath before kissing her lovingly, gripping both of her hips to pull her in close. When she kisses you back you can taste the smoky air on her skin, and it makes you smile.

“I’m-,” Kate pulls back and reaches for her phone. “Gonna order us a pizza.”

You circle her wrist and tug it away before slowly backing her against the counter, a safe distance away from anything hot. “Later,” you whisper against her mouth before once again savouring the taste of her blushing lips.

In the warm haze, she kisses you.

Until the smoke alarm goes off again.

[maxislvt]

Panther's 12 Days of Christmas

From December 14th to the 25th I will be posting a series of one shots related to the holiday season! I will be accepting ideas and requests from today up until the 10th so I have time to write everything without rushing! You can request any character or version of a character so long as they're on my list! Smut and Fluff requested!

Dec. 14 - Wanda's First Christmas

Dec. 15 - Christmas Movies With Wanda + Nat

Dec. 16 - Wham!ageddon with Kate

Dec. 17 - Light Show with Wanda

Dec. 18 - Gifts for Stalker!Wanda

Dec. 19 - Song writing with Popstar!Wanda

Dec. 20 - Christmas with Milf!Wanda

Dec. 21 - Gifts for Alpha! Agatha

Dec. 22 - Advent Calendar With Wanda

Dec. 23 - Christmas Cheer for the Twins

Dec. 24 - Trapped on a mission with Wanda

Dec. 25 - Christmas with Nat and your family

[bigbadripley]

7 and 8 with Kate Bishob for the kissing prompt PLEASE!! 🥺🙏🏻😩🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

(Surprising myself not asking for Agatha; still staying on brand in a way with the other purple gf tho lmao)

Breathtaking

Pairing: Kate Bishop x gn!reader Warnings: none, just fluffy kissing and cute stuff, no use of y/n

A/N: I was so sure when I saw your name it would be Agatha but we have so much love for Kate over here, I ain't mad at it.

Kissing Prompts by the lovely @urfriendlywriter

If perfection existed, you had it in front of you in the form of your best friend. Kate always had a way of making you so flustered you felt lightheaded and forgetful, and when you realized you wanted more than friendship, it only got worse. 

Now, sitting under a shade tree after a long walk together full of deep conversation and laughter, you find yourself staring at her a little too longingly. It was too late to stop before she noticed how you admired her long, dark hair pulled to the right side of her neck and how her eyes sparkled when she smiled. 

When your eyes flicked to her lips- soft and glistening- she immediately took notice. 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, seeming to already know the answer. She was brilliant, and you were easy to read. 

"You're just... breathtaking." You admitted. 

A small, crispy leaf fell from the tree and into your head, getting caught in your hair. Kate brought her hand up and pulled it out but didn't take it away after dropping the leaf. The warm skin of her palm caressed your cheek, and the tenderness took you by surprise. 

"I don't know how to kiss, but let me kiss you, and I'll do it just right." She whispered, barely breaking through the sound of the wind. You didn't have the words to say, your brain completely drawing a blank even though you wanted to say- 

Yes. Yes, please. 

All you gave in response was a gentle nod as her face inched slowly to yours, and your heartbeat raced with anticipation but fluttered uncontrollably the moment your lips met. 

They folded into each other perfectly as you brought your shaking hands to the base of her neck, gravity pulling your bodies closer. The kiss was gentle, and the pleasant surprise of her tongue sliding between your lips made you shiver and forget to breathe. 

You didn't want to back up, but you needed air. As you pulled yourself away, Kate continued to move closer. Her eyes were still closed, and her lips were ajar, the only thing connecting the two of you being your hands on one another and a string of saliva. 

A minor hitch in your breath resonated between you, causing her eyes to blink open, and a broad smile filled her face. Once you felt you had enough oxygen, you kissed her again.