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lightupthemoon · 2 years ago

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The Effect You Got On Me (Part 5)

PART V: I won't hesitate for you

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4

Summary: You're sulking around and Kate's not at her best. It's time for America to intervene.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+. MINORS, DNI.

Word Count: 6.5k

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Author’s Note: So here it is, the final part. Thank you all so much for all your comments, reblogs, and likes, it was my fuel to keep on writing. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The title for this one is based on Hesitate by the JoBros.

America closed the door behind her, unable to contain a deep sigh when she saw you curled up in your bed with a blanket thrown over your head. Again. You were still wearing an oversized purple sweatshirt that you had worn for days, and she was sure you hadn't moved from your spot since she last saw you in the morning. It was heartbreaking and, honestly, a little ridiculous. She walked over to you, your bed dipping as she took a seat by your feet, trying to snatch the blanket from your grasp.

"Okay, that's enough. We need to talk," America grunted, and your grip on the blanket tightened as she failed to take the fabric from you.

"Leave me alone, Mer," you groaned, turning on your side facing the wall. "I'm fine."

"I've been doing that, but I'm starting to worry, cariño, you barely leave this bed."

"It's the weekend. I should be allowed."

"It's been more than just the weekends, though," America whined as she finally freed the blanket from your grasp, pulling it completely off you and throwing it to the floor.

Another groan escaped you, covering your face with a pillow. Your voice came out muffled as you said, "Ugh, America, it's nothing. I swear."

"I'm not dumb, Y/N. I know this has something to do with Kate," America huffed.

You glanced at her from under the pillow, absentmindedly pulling at the strings of your sweatshirt, the faintest scent of lavender and musk lingering in the fabric the only comfort you had.

"Why would it have anything to do with her?"

"First off, I'm pretty sure that's Kate's," America shrugged, pointing at your sweatshirt. "You seem to be avoiding each other, and you even skipped on our last game night. Something must have happened."

You laid on your back, staring at the ceiling. Kate's words still echoed in your mind, feeling like a thorn stuck in your heart that you couldn't get out, no matter how hard you tried. You couldn't think of anything else but how Kate looked at you as she broke your heart, confirming your deepest fears that what you had truly had meant nothing to her. That sensation only heightened when you saw her across campus flirting with random chicks again a few days after, the details of her latest escapades reaching you faster than any other time before. The girls were bragging, and they wanted you to know that Kate Bishop didn't need you, as if you needed the reminder.

You were angry with Kate's stupid fan club for treating the archer like a prize to win, an object to have fun with when they would never scratch the surface of what Kate really was. You were angry with Kate for the words she said. For hurting you and throwing your friendship into the trash without a second thought. Most importantly, you were angry with yourself for falling in love with her when you knew you would be just another name on Kate's endless list. You hated how sad the silence between you and Kate made you and how difficult it was for you to carry on with your life while Kate had gone back to her usual activities as if nothing had changed. Like the months with you never even existed.

"We tried to coax the information out of Kate, but she wouldn't budge," America continued at your lack of response. "So what's going on, cariño? Talk to me."

You sighed, moving the pillow off your face. You sat on the bed, throwing the hood of your sweatshirt over your head, your back resting on the wall. America moved over to sit next to you, her hands finding one of yours and lacing her fingers together with yours to show her support. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip, preparing yourself for the conversation you were about to have.

"Kate and I had a thing going on for a few months."

America squinted her eyes, bewildered. "A thing as in…"

"Sleeping together, yes."

"Oh, I knew it!" America exclaimed triumphantly, startling you a bit. She grinned. “I told Yelena and she didn’t want to believe me, it was just so obvious!” The smile on her face faltered a little when she registered all of your words. "Wait. You said 'had'?"

You inhaled deeply, nodding your head. Despite feeling slightly guilty for sharing the story with America after promising you would keep it a secret, you told her everything, a huge weight lifting from your shoulders as you got it off your chest. America listened attentively and although she was a little scandalized that all that had happened right under her nose without her noticing, she shifted into her understanding best friend mode and kept her facial expressions to the minimum. She was only unable to stop herself from rolling her eyes when you told her about Sharon and her quarrel with Kate, unsurprisingly taking Kate’s side.

By the time you finished your story, your head was on her lap while America soothing scratched your scalp as she would always do when you were upset.

"... Kate said we just fucked and she didn’t have to explain herself to me and I didn’t know how to respond to that so I just… left."

America grimaced. “Ouch. That had to hurt.”

“Yeah.”

"Can I ask you why you went with Sharon? It's genuine interest; I'm not trying to shit on your ex!" Your best friend quickly clarified when she saw the hesitation on your face. "You spent the entire week worrying about Kate, and you still ditched her to go talk to Sharon. Why?"

"Because I'm an idiot, Mer," You replied, looking down at your fingers playing with the strings of your sweatshirt. "I thought her interest could mean something, as stupid as it sounds, and I only confirmed that part of my life is over. I'll never fall for Sharon's lies again."

"Finally, some common sense!" America chirped, and you glared at her. "Sorry, continue."

"And I needed Kate to know that in case she…" you trailed off, covering your face with your hands. "The whole thing was a mess because I'm such an idiot."

America's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "In case she what?"

"It's stupid," you mumbled.

America gasped, pulling her hand from your hair and pushing your own off your face. "Y/N Y/L/N, do you have feelings for Kate Bishop? Is that it?"

You chewed on your lip, looking everywhere but at America's grinning face. Your silence was all the answer she needed.

"Oh my god, you do!" She squealed. "This makes so much sense, why didn't I see this before? You wouldn't have sat through hours of boring practices if you didn't."

"Well, it doesn't matter anymore because Kate doesn't want anything to do with me and her fan club is enjoying her so very much." You squinted your eyes, venom spewing off your every word. "And even if she did, Kate Bishop does not believe in love or romance or anything like that. It's a lost cause either way."

America shook her head in disagreement, her fingers returning to your scalp. "I don't know, Y/N, what if she got so angry because she was jealous?"

"America, why would Kate ever be jealous of Sharon? She could literally have anything she wanted."

"'Cause she wants you, and you went with Sharon instead of her," America said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Maybe she has feelings for you, too."

"That's not possible."

"Why?"

"Because–" You breathed out. "It just doesn't make sense. I'm just… me. I'm nothing special."

"You did not just say that," America uttered in disbelief. "You are the most special. It amazes me how incredible you are. Anyone–and I mean it–absolutely anyone would be lucky to have you."

"You're supposed to say that, Mer. You’re my best friend."

"Well, let me tell you this then." America adjusted in her seat to look directly into your eyes. "The way Kate looked at you, Y/N… she'd light up whenever you walked into a room. Yelena constantly teased her about it and she would just smile. And have you seen her social media? Pictures of you, everywhere. I know she said she was just messing with the masses or whatever but come on. Hell, the fact that she was so chirpy and talkative at the ass crack of morning when she came to pick you up for breakfast?" America scoffed. "You and I both know Kate Bishop is not a morning person. If that isn't love, I don't know what that is."

"Friendship?"

America crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't see her taking me out for breakfast!"

"Well, she is no longer taking me either, so…"

America rolled her eyes. "So you're gonna do nothing? Just let it be over?"

"What can I do? Kate was pretty clear last time we spoke. I’m sure she was just waiting for the opportunity to get back out there.”

“So nothing I just said stuck with you?”

"Mer, as much as I'd like to believe your perfect fairytale, I have to look at the facts. And the fact is that Kate looks happy flirting and probably fucking her stupid fan club." You sighed. “I think the best thing I can do is just walk away with whatever dignity I have left. Move on. The semester is almost over, and Kate and I weren’t even that close to begin with, anyway. I’ll get over it.”

You could see in America's eyes that she didn't believe a single word you said, but she knew better than to push it. You were stubborn, and that idea was clearly deep in your heart. She wouldn't talk you out of it. The brunette pushed you off her lap, sliding off the bed and clapping her hands.

"You are not going to get over it sulking in this bed so let's go, I'm taking you out."

"But Mer, I–"

"No buts! You're gonna shower, change into something that isn't Bishop purple, and I'm gonna crack a window open because it smells rotten in here. And then we are gonna get junk food, and crash at Peter's to watch those crappy old movies he likes until you feel better, alright?"

You smiled sadly. Even if the heartbreak was killing you, at least you wouldn't have to deal with it on your own.

—

Kate wouldn’t stop glancing at the stands. Her archery semifinals were about to start, her bow was anxiously shaking in her grasp as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the arrows strapped to her back rattling with her every move. She could see some random chicks she wasn’t even sure she knew sitting on the bottom bleachers, holding signs with her name written on them. She saw a few of her professors not far from them, which she invited out of courtesy and never really expected them to show. There were also her teammates from other sports a few wooden planks up, chatting amongst themselves while the competition started. Right up front and center, Yelena, America, Peter, and MJ were deeply enthralled in a conversation that had Yelena mindlessly shoving popcorn into her mouth with her eyes wide as saucers, and Peter and MJ giddily smiling. No sign of you.

Kate tried to follow her own advice. Get you out of her system, cleanse her palate. She went to the first bar she stumbled upon, hit on the prettiest girl she could find, and made it to a hot and heavy make-out session with that girl in a dingy bathroom stall when it became clear she just couldn’t do it. The more she kissed the girl, the more she wanted it to be you. Kate paid the girl’s tab for wasting her time, went home, and stared at your contact name on her phone for a while. She tried for a few more nights, hoping for better luck, but the results were just the same. Kate wanted you, and she had no desire to touch anybody else.

That didn’t stop the rumors from flying around. The girl from the bar didn’t keep their encounter quiet, and soon enough, there were far too many women claiming to have slept with Kate in the course of two weeks. The brunette didn’t care enough to disprove the rumors, especially not when she was convinced you didn’t care, and in everyone’s mind, the balance had been restored and everything was back to normal.

But things were far from normal. Before every competition, you would hug her tightly and whisper in her ear she had nothing to worry about because she was the best. You would kiss her cheek, remind her you'd be right where she could see you, and wish her luck before walking back to your seat. None of the other girls knew what each competition meant to Kate but you did. You never told Kate she was the best because it was what the archer wanted to hear–you said it because you believed it. It was your unwavering belief in her that gave her the confidence to snatch that first place medal every time.

Now, she didn't have that and Kate hated it with every cell in her body.

The archer took a deep breath, the air hurting as it entered her lungs. You weren’t going to show. Kate knew that. She had repeated it to herself all morning, and yet she still could feel the disappointment settling in her chest. A part of her wanted to run to America, beg her to say you were just running late and you’d be there any second, but she couldn’t. It was over.

"Come on, Bishop, you've done this on your own plenty of times before. You've got this." Kate said to herself, gazing at the stands one last time. "You don't need her."

The competition started. Her team started with iffy numbers, six, sevens, and eights across the boards, but fully confident in Kate’s skills with a bow, their coach didn’t panic. Kate did, however. When it was her turn, her hands trembled a little as she lined her arrow. She breathed in and took her time to shoot, annoying whispers rising immediately. Kate Bishop was always sure, fast, and precise. She fired and her first shot resulted in an eight.

Damn it. Kate inhaled the fresh air deeply, begging her body to relax. She took her position again, focusing on the basics. Everything she told you to do that the day she taught you to shoot. It came rushing to her–her chest pressed to your back, her chin on your shoulder as she gave you instructions, her hand on your elbow, the way you relaxed when she wrapped her fingers around yours. Kate pulled the arrow and bowstring back, focusing on the happy memory. She exhaled and released the arrow. Bullseye. The cheers were loud and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, only to disappear entirely when, out of habit, she turned to the stands and saw MJ on your usual seat instead of you.

The rest of the competition went just the same. Kate couldn’t concentrate completely, scoring more nines than tens, and the occasional eight. She still came up with the best score, and her team moved up to the finals of the state championship, but everyone seemed concerned that the usually perfect and self-proclaimed world's greatest archer Kate Bishop couldn't score perfect numbers throughout the day. Something shook her ground, and everyone noticed.

Kate faked a smile through all the formalities. She apologized to her team, promised to be at her best for the championship, and thanked her professors for attending the event. She walked past the girls and straight to her friends as fast as she could. Yelena, Peter, and MJ cheered and congratulated her, but the archer could see in their eyes they were just as confused as everyone else. America only eyed her curiously with a teasing smirk.

“Come on, we’re having dinner at my place to celebrate,” Yelena announced, throwing her arm around Kate’s shoulders. “You need to relax until the big one.”

Kate stared at America, the question so clear in her eyes she didn't have to say it out loud. America knew. The brunette shrugged, giving the archer a tight-lipped smile that screamed sorry.

Kate sighed. "Thank you, guys. I, um, need to go check on some things. But I'll catch up with you guys later, yeah?"

"Kate, come on, it wasn't bad! You literally had the best score!" Peter was quick to reassure her. MJ instantly elbowed him in the ribs, saying I thought we weren’t going to mention it under her breath.

Yelena glared at them both. "Yeah, you have nothing to worry about; let’s just go eat."

"You’re absolutely going to kill it at finals; I just know it," Peter added.

“You’re the best archer on the team.”

“The team? Best archer in the world.”

"Guys," America interrupted their ramblings, keeping her soft chocolate gaze on Kate. "She said she'll catch up with us. Let's give her some space, okay?"

Peter and Yelena protested, but MJ ultimately pulled them away. Yelena patted her best friend's shoulder before walking past her, and Peter gave her an awkward side hug. MJ grabbed his hand and made him follow her, giving the archer a small smile. America didn't move, and Kate looked at her once the rest was a bit far away. America smiled, extending her arms towards the archer.

"I know I'm not her but I can give you a hug, too."

Kate raised her eyebrows, placing her bow between her feet and letting America engulf her in a hug. Kate rested her chin on America's shoulder, blinking back tears.

"She told you."

America's arms tightened around her, nodding. "Yeah, she did. And for what it's worth," America pulled away, searching for Kate's blue gaze. “Y/N misses you. And I can tell you miss her, too.”

“I can’t, she wants Sharon, and I–” Kate shook her head, wiping her tears before they fell. “I can’t. It’s better this way.”

“Is it, though?” America rubbed her arm, tenderly. "Love is not a bad thing, Kate. You're allowed to want it."

"But I don't want to want it, Mer," Kate let out with a teary laugh. "Look where it's gotten me."

“And you’ll never know where it could take you if you don’t tell her how you feel.” America smiled. “Talk to her, get it off your chest. Trust me, you’ll feel better.”

America gave her one last hug before heading in the direction the rest had gone.

—

With the semester ending soon, you had a small mountain of assignments to keep your mind away from how wrong it felt to skip Kate’s competition. You turned off your phone as soon as you woke up, not wanting to deal with Peter and Yelena’s guilt-tripping and insistence, which had increased in the last few days. You weren’t sure if America had told them anything, but you weren’t going to find out. You were going to focus on your degree and nothing else. You’d have all of the summer to sulk around and move on.

By the time the sun was coming down, the words on the book pages started blurring together. You exhaled heavily through your nose, closing the book and stretching. You got up from your seat and walked to your closet, searching for something more comfortable to change into. Without even looking, you picked up a pair of sweats and the first sweatshirt you found, stripping out of your jeans and shirt when there was a loud knock on your door. You huffed, annoyed, deciding to ignore it and continue changing. Whoever was outside would have to get the hint and leave you alone. You pulled the sweatshirt over your head, the faint smell of lavender hitting your nose. Of course, you grabbed the other piece of clothing you had stolen from Kate’s closet.

"Why am I like this?" You mumbled to yourself under your breath, pulling the black and purple fabric to your nose, smelling it again. Another knock on your door, more insistent this time. "Ugh, I'm coming."

You begrudgingly put on your sweats and walked to the door, swinging it open to shoo whoever was behind your door. Standing there, in a high ponytail and still wearing her archery suit, Kate Bishop stood right before you.

"Hi," she said, nervously, and the bags under her eyes told you that, much like you, she hadn't slept well in days. Unlike you, probably from all the fucking around.

She opened her mouth to say something else and without thinking about it, you slammed the door shut in her face.

You heard Kate sigh behind the door. "Y/N."

You shot your eyes closed. "You got the wrong door, move along. I'm sure there's one or two girls you haven't fucked down the hall."

"Y/N, please. I need to talk to you."

"No, I don't think you do."

Kate rested her forehead against the door, closing her eyes, her heart in her throat. "I'm sorry, okay? Please, just let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain, Bishop." You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes and you would be damned if you shed one more tear because of her. It wasn't going to happen. "We fucked, you got bored, and moved on to the next new thing. It's what you've always done. I get it."

"That's not at all what happened. Please, just let me–"

"No."

"Fine," Kate said, pushing herself off the door and crossing her arms over her chest. "Don't open it."

"I wasn't going to."

"But I'm gonna stay right here and I won't go anywhere until you do."

"You'll have to use the bathroom at some point."

"I'll hold it, I don't care. I'm not leaving until I talk to you."

No one said anything for a moment. You could see her shadow under the door, and you wondered if she actually would stay there all night.

As if she was reading your mind, she said, "I've never turned down a challenge, you know this."

Huffing and puffing, you decided to get it over with. You had so much to get done, maybe yelling at Kate Bishop to leave you alone was just what you needed to move on with your life and crush your finals. You opened the door slowly, and she looked at you with those damn blue eyes, the same look of determination she would save for archery glowing in her irises. You opened your mouth to tell her off when she just surged forward, grabbing your face with her large cold hands and kissing you squarely on the lips.

It took you a moment to react. You blinked a few times, unsure of what was happening, but the pressure of her lips against yours felt so familiar and oh-so-heavenly your body relaxed, your hands finding a resting place on her hips as you closed your eyes and returned the kiss. Kate hummed in satisfaction, tilting her head a bit to the side and deepened the kiss, the urgency evident in her movements. It felt like a well-rehearsed dance only you and Kate knew the steps to, breathing life back into your body. For the first time in weeks, you felt complete. Kate only pulled away when her lungs begged her to but even then, her mouth ghosted over you, taking her time to breathe you in.

Finally, she half-smiled. "I'm sorry, I couldn't spend another second without doing that."

"Kate, what the–"

"I panicked, okay? I started having all these feelings I never had before and I didn't want to deal with it so I ran away. Then Sharon said all these things that got to my head and I thought you still wanted her and I couldn't handle it. So, I just… didn’t.” Kate’s heart was beating loudly in her ears. She didn’t mean for the words to just burst out of her, but she couldn’t stop now. She needed you to know. “It wasn’t just sex, I don’t think it ever was. You are my favorite person in the world and it’s so scary, all these things you make me feel.” Her blue eyes glistened like sapphires with the tears welling up in them. "I've never wanted it, you know? To feel this way. To want someone so much that I feel like I'm gonna explode. I never wanted to give anyone the power to break me but here I am, giving it to you anyway because–" A shaky breath left her lips. "I've never wanted anything the way I want you."

Kate's gaze locked with yours. You saw different emotions in the blue of her eyes, the most prominent of all a level of adoration that made your knees tremble. Her thumb gently caressed your cheek, waiting for you to speak. You were stunned. Your heart was wildly beating in your chest, your voice stuck in your throat. Your brain was working overtime to process Kate's confession, fully convinced it was all a dream. There was no way this was true, it made no sense. It couldn't be.

"Please, say something." Fear was evident in Kate's voice. You opened your mouth but nothing came out. Maybe she was too late. Maybe she had ruined it. Maybe you never felt the same at all.

Finally, you sighed, a smile drawing on your lips. "Kate Bishop, you're such an idiot."

She furrowed her eyebrows, prepared for the worst, but you wrapped your arms around her, flushing your bodies together. "I don't want Sharon." You saw a glimmer of hope swimming in the stormy waters of her eyes, and you wanted nothing more than to dive in them. “That part of my life is over, it has been for a while." You pressed your forehead against hers. "I only want you."

The archer pulled you back for another kiss that felt like coming up for air after drowning. All of the hurt and sorrow that you both had carried from that last bitter encounter instantly disappeared, finally back in the place you were meant to be. Her tongue brushed your bottom lip, asking for permission, your mouth parting open automatically at the touch. Her lips were gentle against you, moving in a slow motion, unlike any other kiss you had ever shared. It felt like the first kiss. The right kiss.

Kate's lips attached to your jaw and down to your neck in a trail of soft kisses. A mewl of satisfaction vibrated out your throat, igniting a wildfire within the archer. Kate slammed the door closed with her foot, removing her lips from your neck and losing no time in pulling the sweatshirt off of you. Her mouth met yours in a messy kiss, your fingers finding the zipper of her suit, desperately trying to pull it down. You pouted when it got stuck midway, giving you a peek of her perfectly shaped breasts. You pulled a little harder on it and Kate chuckled, amused, helping you undo it. Your eyes immediately fell to the swell of her breasts as she slipped the purple fabric off her body, licking your lips in anticipation.

You raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Really? No bra?"

"Too tight." Kate smiled, her hands returning to your waist, emanating goosebumps with her gentle touch. "Comes in handy sometimes."

"Couldn't agree more," You mumbled, grabbing her face and kissing her again. She moaned at your eagerness, pulling off your pants and underwear with a swift motion. Your eyes closed and your hands fell to her shoulders, breathy whimpers leaving your throat as her mouth covered your neck in sloppy kisses. You clumsily searched for her pants, sliding your thumbs at the sides of the fabric and slipping them off, along with her underwear. You gripped at her hips and pushed her towards the bed, immediately straddling Kate. Bright blue eyes looked up at you, each of her hands falling to your thighs.

"God, I missed you," she muttered, unleashing a rattling zoo inside your belly. She kissed your collarbones, and trailed her way to the valley of your chest, her fingers ghosting over the skin of your back to free your breasts from their restraints. "Tell me you want me again."

You pulled at the hair tie keeping her hair up, a cascade of black curls falling onto her back. You brushed a few stray strands off her face with a gentle smile.

"I want you, Kate, I only want you. I want you so bad."

You kept on whispering how much you wanted her as you peppered kisses all over her face. Kate closed her eyes, thoroughly enjoying your touch with a dopey grin. Your kisses traveled down to her neck, her breathing hitching when you found her sweet spot. She drew her head back, giving you access to more skin. You rolled your hips on her thigh, moaning loudly against her skin at the friction. Kate groaned, still trying to contain herself and failing miserably.

"Lay down, Katie, let me take care of you."

You lifted your gaze from her abdomen, without tearing your lips from her skin, meeting furiously blown blue eyes. "Who knew you were this impatient?"

Kate barely had time to do what she was told before you took on her lips again with a newfound passion that made the archer grateful she was laying down. Painfully slowly, the brunette felt your lips travel to all the right places in her body, from her neck to her collarbone, passing by her breasts, taking her time with each one of them and increasing the frustration building up inside her with each stroke of your tongue nowhere near where she needed it most. Kate pulled on your hair and practically begged between heavy sighs and intense moans for you to direct your attention to the right place but you were enjoying watching her squirm under your touch in anticipation a little too much. Just as you were running your tongue through her well-defined abdomen, you captured Kate's hand on your own, stopping her from going directly to the place you were knowingly neglecting.

"Y/N, I swear to God," Kate groaned. "If you don't touch me now, I'll–"

"I'm getting there, just gotta wait a little longer."

"Fuck, I need you, Y/N," she whimpered, feeling your fingers between her thighs but not quite where she needed them to be.

"Oh, I know, baby." A small gasp left Kate when she felt your fingers exploring her folds, still ignoring her throbbing clit. "You're drenched." She grunted in desperation, pulling a bit at your hair. "Have you missed my fingers inside you, stretching you so good, Katie?" you didn't know where that came from, only that you couldn't stop. "Or did you want my mouth making you cum so hard you forget what day it is?"

"God, yes," Kate whined and she sounded desperate, lost in a place she rarely let herself be in. She liked to be in control, in charge of when and how her pleasure took her. Never at the mercy and the teasing of someone else. But she could let go of all of it with you. "Just fuck m–"

Kate stopped mid-sentence as soon as she felt not only your tongue but your fingers on her begging core, giving her more attention than she expected. A stream of profanities found its way out of Kate's mouth, euphoria coursing through every inch of her body. Her hips picked up a pace of their own as you pumped your fingers faster, curling them inside, thoroughly enjoying every reaction you received with every flick of your tongue.

"Oh, you taste so good, baby," You muttered with your mouth still toying with her sensitive bud, making her whine. "Bet none of the others ever got you like this, dripping all over, huh?"

Your question surprised both of you, but it surprised you even more how fast she answered. "No, baby, only you. This is all for you."

"That's my girl. I'm gonna take such good care of you. I always have, haven't I?"

Kate couldn't even think of any words to answer you and you were not expecting her to. Unlike all of her stupid one-night stands, you had taken your time memorizing every inch of Kate's body, and your knowledge of what made her tick ran so deep you didn't need much time to push her over the edge. Even when every bit of Kate's legs was twitching and trembling uncontrollably, you kept your full attention on Kate's center, greedily collecting every drop coming out of her with your tongue. Kate felt in another dimension, completely over the moon. When the contact started feeling like too much, she pulled at your hair and moved you away from her core. You kissed your way up her body, leaving small purple marks in the shape of your mouth under her breasts and over the skin of her collarbones. Her chest rose and fell with her hitched breathing, still whimpering softly as she came down from her high. Blue waves of ocean locked into your gaze, pulling you towards her mouth in a bruising kiss immediately after, tasting herself on your lips. As things slowed down, the kiss turned achingly sweet and steady, the kind of kiss that felt like comfort and safety and filled up your stomach with butterflies as if you were a teenager in love.

“I’m gonna need you to be gentle with me,” Kate whispered when the kiss broke away naturally, her nose bumping with yours. “I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

"Um, I'm pretty sure you do. I’ve done it with you a few times, actually. Enjoyed it, even."

"No, not that," Kate chuckled. "I mean…" Her eyes met yours again. "This. You and me. I've never–" she trailed off, a deep blush tinting her cheeks.

You grinned, swiping your thumb over the pink hue. "You’re doing pretty well so far, Katie. And we don't have to call it anything if you don't want to."

"No, no, I do. I just–I don't kn–I don't–"

You stopped her stuttering by kissing her gently, your heart feeling warm and full. "Kate Bishop, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Kate beamed, her grin matched yours. "I want nothing more."

—

You were on the edge of your seat, gripping Yelena's and America's hands with all your strength as you watched Kate prepare for her last shot for her final competition. Peter and MJ held onto each other anxiously. The competition had been tied up to the last minute when the best shooter from the other team scored a 9 with his final shot. If Kate got a 10, it was over. Your school's team would be state champions again.

Kate took her position, the picture of concentration. Even from the bleachers, you could see the little smirk on her face. She had been perfect for every set–this wouldn't be the exception. In a split second, she looked your way and winked, before releasing her arrow.

You and your friends jumped from your seats, the cheers immediately erupting as soon as her arrow landed perfectly on the bullseye of the target board. Kate's team ran to her, making her laugh as they lifted her over their shoulders and chanted her last name. Yelena threw her arm around your shoulders, and America wrapped her arm around your waist.

"Three-time state champion. She's going to be unbearable." Yelena said, her smile refuting the annoyance in her voice.

"We must destroy her next game night," America said, playful determination in her tone. "We must not let it get to her head."

"MJ is vicious at UNO." Peter pointed out, looking at his girlfriend with a smile. "She could totally take Kate down."

"And Pete has gotten so much better at Battleship," MJ added. "We have options."

"Hey, watch it." You warned them with a smirk. "That's my girlfriend you're talking about."

"And your point is?" Yelena laughed. "We still need to humble her."

"Here she comes!"

Everyone cheered, a grin overtaking Kate's face as she trotted towards you with a gold medal around her neck. You squealed, running to meet her halfway and immediately jumping into her arms. Kate cackled with difficulty when your body collided with hers, placing her arms under your legs as you wrapped them around her waist. You grabbed her by the cheeks and kissed her, ignoring the teasing laughter and loud gagging sounds coming from your friends.

"You did it, baby!" You cheered after the kiss, pressing your forehead to hers. "I'm so proud of you."

"We did it," She beamed, looking at you adoringly. "I wouldn't have done it without you, my love. This medal is yours."

You gasped. "Just the medal?"

Kate rolled her eyes, playfully, her smile never wavering. "I am yours, baby girl, always."

"That's what I like to hear." You giggled, pecking her lips again. "I love you."

"And I love you."

"Ugh, can we go back to when it was a secret?" You heard Yelena say with a whine, making you both turn to her. "I don't know how much more I can take."

"For real! I knew Y/N was all lovey-dovey but you, Kate? Who knew you were this gross?" America asked, scrunching up her nose.

"I think it's cute," MJ said, watching you chuckle while Kate put you down, throwing her arm around your shoulders right after.

"Believe me, it took me by surprise, too," you said, snaking your arms around her waist. "I'm not complaining, though."

"What can I say?" Kate shrugged, kissing your cheek. "That's just the effect you got on me, baby girl."

"Ugh, that was terrible, Kate Bishop," Yelena groaned, visibly cringing. "Even Peter here wouldn't say that, and he's pretty bad, too!"

"Hey, I'm not!" Peter whined, looking at MJ with furrowed eyebrows. "Am I?"

Everyone burst out laughing, already on the way to celebrate at Kate’s apartment, your heart ready to burst with happiness, as it had for the last few weeks. Kate interlocked her fingers with yours, immediately launching into a long recount of her every thought during the competition, adding emphasis to her story using her free hand. Her eyes glimmered, her smile beamed and you could have listened to her talk forever. You hoped with all of your heart that you would.

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queennicoleinboots · 4 years ago

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Swamp Ass

A/N: Alternate Reality. Shit just happens.

It was yet another 80 degree-Fahrenheit day in Georgia. But 80 degrees is not 80 degrees in Georgia. It's really closer to 100 degrees when you factor in humidity and radiation from cell phone towers. I was sweating (and eating) like a pig.

My husband, Joebear, was growling because his butt was sweating. He hated having swamp ass. So he turned on the air conditioner. He also had a fan blowing in his face. The bear needed to be cool in order to not go bear shit on the world.

Speaking of bears, Colonel Mac, a gray bear, was riding over swamp land in his power wheelchair. His wheels were getting stuck in the swamp bog, so he kept having to ride one foot forward and two feet back. He was also grumbling about having a swamp ass because it was sweating in the chair. Clearly, he was having a fucked-up day.

Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing also had a terrible case of swamp ass. He was taking a huge shit on some documents he needed to get rid of because his shredder stopped working. His angry brown bear wife named Megara thought his swamp ass was being put to good use. She had swamp ass, too.

I also had swamp ass. I was sitting under a tree in the swamp and eating vegetable soup and chocolate. I was also waiting on my husband's meatloaf to finish cooking so I could eat that. It had swamp ass, too.

Paul the Goat was trying to mow the swamp with his lawn mower because he was sick of the bog. His lawn mower broke. He started bleating with a deep voice and beating the hell out of the lawn mower. Apparently, he would scratch his butt every now and then. He lacked air conditioner and hot water. He had a case of swamp ass, too.

Hollywood, his horse that joined the Secret American Society of Sexually Frustrated Goats literally a second ago, also just took a sloppy, green dump on the lawn mower. His leg was in severe pain and needed an X-ray specifically done by a sexually frustrated goat veterinarian. Hollywood also had swamp ass.

Joebear realized that he could smell the horse shit. He sniffed the air and asked, "Whoa! What the fuck is that bullshit smell?" He squinched his nose and looked around to see Paul the Goat peeing on the lawn mower to rinse the horse shit off of it. The smell of the piss and shit was being caught in the fan. "Oh my God I'm braindead!" Joebear turned off the fan and stuck his head in the computer screen. "Actually braindead." Joebear scratched his head. He laughed. "That's fucked up. That's very much fucked up. And sometimes I wonder why I'm fucked up."

I laughed at my husband and said, "I'm sorry, bae. I'm fucked up."

Colonel Mac ran into a tree when he was backing up. The tree was moist and left a wet streak on Colonel Mac's back. "What the fuck is wrong with this tree?!" he screamed as he went forward and looked behind him as he shook his fist at the tree. "DOES IT NEED A MASSAGE?!" Even the tree had swamp ass.

"Apparently," I said. "I need a forehead massage to deal with all of this swamp ass!" I started to massage my own forehead.

"OH MY GOD!!!!!! FUCKING KIDDING ME?!!!!!" Joebear screamed at his computer. Apparently, it had swamp ass, too.

Colonel Mac tried to ride over to me before the damn wheelchair got caught on a fuckass tree root and sent him flying toward me. "HOLY SHIT!" he yelled in a strong Southern accent.

"All right. Time to get around this guy's dumb shit. Mother fucker!" Joebear growled as he referred to the tree with swamp ass and glared at his computer screen.

"I managed to get around the guy's dumb shit!" Colonel Mac screamed as his body ended up going through my forehead at Ludacris speed. He went physically through a tree before screaming as he landed right between Joebear and me. Then, Colonel Mac got up and started dancing a gig to the Chicken Dance song.

"Goddammit fucking horse!" Joebear screamed before Hollywood ran his bear ass over. The horse then kicked the shit out of the oven where the meatloaf was. "Ugh. Calm that shit down!" Joebear rolled over and growled.

Colonel Mac farted as he danced. Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing farted as he ate a piece of a chicken. I farted as my ass was now foggy bottom.

The oven threw out the meatloaf and flew into Joebear's bear ass. "Just random kids! Why are they writing stories about my dinner going in my ass? Let's get rid of this dumb shit." On that note, Joebear took a shit. He also cussed out Black Desert Online and Magic the Gathering as he played them on his computer. He tried to play League of Legends, but he kept getting matches where he was 4 versus 5.

Colonel Mac also took this moment to take a shit to finish the dance. His ass was now a swamp. His shit literally consumed all of us. Now we were located in Swamp Ass Mac in Logantown, Georgia. This man hugged everyone as dudes do. No homo. No gay shit.

Skipjacks were swimming around in Mac's shit. Peter, my curly-haired jerk ex-client with green eyes, was sitting on a toilet that was on top of a shit wave that crashed near us.

Peter growled. "Dammit! Over a year later, and it happened again. Explosive diarrhea. Fuck me. I'm a zombie who has been radiated by nearby cell phone towers. OH AND I HAVE COVID-19!" he screamed as he remained on the toilet.

Joebear ate a piece of meatloaf before looking at him. "Dude, you're fucked up."

"Oh God. My long lost cousin's sister's brother's former college roommate almost had Covid a month ago. You're the first asshole who has it this month," Colonel Mac said. "Something tells me you're a swamp asshole."

"WHO IS HE TO YOU?!" Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing sang randomly.

"Absolutely nobody," Colonel Mac said with a hearty laugh.

"What was the point of mentioning it then?" Megara asked as she threw her left hip to the side.

"The son'a bitch was a Democrat!" Colonel Mac said with a snort laugh.

"Really? I heard almost all Democrats had it," Peter said as he blinked.

"Yep. Only liberals have it," I said as I poked his right shoulder repeatedly.

"Oh fuck you, Xara!" Peter said as he rolled his eyes and poked me repeatedly. "Everything's political with you!"

Joebear ate a fish that was in Peter's shit wave. "What am I going to do about my balls?"

"I don't know, bae. You have swamp balls," I said.

"Swamp balls? What the fuck are those?" Joebear asked.

"They're like swamp ass. You have sweaty balls," I said.

Joebear stared at me with his bear brown eyes. "... Girl. You fucked up," he said.

Colonel Mac growled in agreement.

A random song from the 80s, "Hi! ho! Let's Go!" started playing in the swamp.

"Shut the. Fuck. Up. Shut the. Fuck. Up," Joebear sang along. "Let's stick our dicks in a blender and see what happens."

I laughed so hard I had a headache.

"Why not? I can't have sex when I have Covid. Might as well stick my dick in a blender and feed it to these fish," Peter said with a shrug.

The skipjacks immediately began to swirl around Peter while making goofy noises. They were hungry. And they had swamp ass.

"Fuck off. I was being facetious. And it's a fucking oven out here! It's almost as bad as when my old Ford Lincoln had no AC. Thank God that fucking car caught on fire," Peter spoke.

"That's nothing. I abuse my dick three times a day and have sex. And fuck that car indeed," Joebear said as he growled and started masturbating.

Paul the Goat bleated and had to excuse himself.

"There are too many penises and swamp asses in this story!" Colonel Mac shouted. "This is gay!"

Joebear growled loudly and realized that Colonel Mac was correct. "You're right, dude. I need sex!" Joebear screamed.

Everyone bleated except me. I was eating more vegetables. I needed to shower. I had swamp ass.

"Bae Whuhhh!!! Let me eat! Let me shower!" I shouted happily as I ate.

"Hurry up. I need to release seed. In fact, I need to eat, too. I am going to eat a sandwich!"

So Joebear took his sandwich and remaining piece of meatloaf and went in the woods to await me.

Colonel Mac tried to get out of this story, but he managed to tweak his right knee. "Oh fuck! I can't even get out of this sausage fest story! I'm fucked. Sigh!" he complained as his right leg was completely consumed by the swamp. It had swamp ass.

"Story of my life," Peter said with a giggle. "You would positively DIE if you knew half of the horrible shit I'VE gone through. Especially in the last three years. Holy Shit being around Xara is a curse!"

I giggled and ate the last bite of soup. Then, I walked over to fish out Colonel Mac's leg from swamp ass and patted his knee. "I'll give you the transcripts," I said to Colonel Mac as I poked the knee once.

"Feels good," Colonel Mac said. "Okay. Send the transcripts."

"Fuck you," Peter said as he folded his arms over his chest and glared at me with menacing green eyes.

"Haha. You're a dick, Peter," I said as I left the swamp.

Ted the Alligator then drained the swamp. Peter was going down a toilet while he remained on the toilet. Colonel Mac also was flushed down the toilet. Paul the Goat bleated, and Hollywood winnied as they were also flushed down Swamp Ass Mac's drain. Bruce the Ace of Brake-fixing randomly sang in opera, "SWAMP ASS!!! MY ASS PASSES GAS" as the end credits to this story.

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evapunk333 · 6 years ago

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Confession/Confession-Confessional Sex (NSFW)

For @ghostbcfandomevents. I strongly recommend that you do read my ongoing FanFic if you want to know more about the characters...but if you just want smut..that's fine too. But here's the link if you want to read that first..

"Forgive me Cardinal for I have sinned, and it was not one of the good ones. It's been…uh..shit, I guess about 6 months since my last confession. Probably too long, but what I did this time was really bad." The Sister delayed telling him, it was hard for her to say.

"Your Cardinal can't forgive you if you don't tell me child."

"Yes, of course. Sorry. Uh, well..what I did was not tell a lover of mine about a previous lover that I was still seeing, well 2 previous lovers I was still seeing if you want to get technical about it."

"This is a grievous sin my child. Even if people call our Lord Satan, The Great Deceiver, he values honesty, even if it does hurt."

"Yes, I am aware. But it's not like I deliberately tried to deceive anyone. I was just waiting for the right time, and I guess time got away from me. Plus, I was not sure of my feelings for my newest lover until now. But now I realize that I care for him SO much. And I'm SO sorry for not realizing I was being so stupid! So please Cardinal, I beg of you, can you forgive me?"

Tears started to well up in her eyes. She could hear a sigh coming from the other side of the thin wall. Suddenly, the door to the wall opened. She quickly ducked over to the other side and prostrated herself at the feet of the seated Cardinal and began to cry in his lap.

"Please Copia, forgive me. I didn't know that Dewdrop would get so incredibly jealous. I figured that he would understand eventually since he knows I love him too. I'm just SO sorry he hit you." She looked up at Copia and noticed his bruised nose and slight scratches on his face. She knew that he had a black eye as well, but it was hard to see under the paint around his eyes.

Copia just looked at her not quite knowing what to say. But he knew that he hated to see her in tears, practically begging for his forgiveness.

"I don't know Gwyn. I can forgive Dew for his impulsiveness, but why did you not tell me? Or him for that matter?"

"I don't know, I knew I would eventually but just kept putting it off. I guess I was just afraid. Afraid you wouldn't be ok with sharing me with your 2 guitarists. Afraid Dew would break up with me. Afraid you wouldn't understand that I still had feelings for you even if I did also have feelings for Aether and Dew. Ugh…I just fucked up! I'm so stupid to have let it go on this long! I just don't want to choose..I want all of you. Please don't make me choose..."

She put her head in his lap again. Copia ran his hand over her head to calm her. He also didn't quite know what to feel. He could tell she was sorry for what she had done, but he didn't really envy the thought of sharing her with 2 other people. This was completely new territory for him. However, the thought of not having her around hurt far more than knowing he had to share his time with her. He knew what he had to do.

"Tesoro, look at me please."

Gwyn followed his command and looked up at him. Her eyes were red and tears still streamed down her face. Copia took her face in his hands and used his thumbs to wipe away some of her tears.

"I will not make you choose. But I cannot guarantee that this will work. However, I care for you too deeply to lose you." Copia sighed again, "so..your Cardinal forgives you."

Gwyn was so ecstatic that she almost squealed as she hopped up onto Copia's lap and wrapped her legs around him. Copia grunted at the sudden weight he was not prepared for.

"Oh Copia, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

She proceeded to kiss him all over his face amidst her expressions of gratitude. Copia tried to kiss her back when he could, but her lips were moving around on his face so much that he could only make awkward attempts. Finally, when he'd had enough, he stopped her face with his hands and kissed her properly. As the kiss lengthened, he noticed that she was grinding her hips into his groin. He could feel himself harden a little due to the friction.

He broke away from the kiss, "Gwyn, what are you doing. We cannot do this here."

"Why not?"

She went back to kissing him and grinding her hips into him. It was starting to drive Copia a little insane.

He broke away from the kiss again, "Because I still have confessions to take."

"No you don't. I waited until everyone was gone. We're alone." She went back to kissing him again while unbuttoning her habit dress to get it more easily over her head.

Copia stopped the kiss again, "Are you positive?"

"Sweet Satan, yes!"

She kissed him again, but this time Copia didn't kiss back, he just did his best to speak with her mouth on his.

"Gwyn, we really shouldn't do this here. What if someone comes back and hears us?"

She stopped and gave him a glaring, annoyed look.

"Cardinal Copia!, please do not make me wait. I waited all day to apologize to you and I've also spent most of the day worried I might never get to see you again. I need you so bad right now!"

She stared at him with the biggest doe eyes and most pouty bottom lip that he had ever seen on her.

"Please?"

Needless to say, Copia caved…

He shrugged his shoulders in acceptance and went back to kissing her while unbuttoning his cassock. Gwyn finally removed her habit dress, she was wearing nothing underneath. Copia also didn't bother with wearing much of anything under his cassock today so once his arms were free, he only needed to pull the rest down over his knees, a process that was aided by the Gwyn. Once disrobed, Copia's cock throbbed between the two of them. Gwyn wasted no time and immediately mounted herself on him. They both let out a guttural moan at the feeling of finally becoming one.

"Fuck, you were not kidding."

Gwyn wrapped her arms around his neck for leverage and lifted herself up and down in his lap. "I missed you so much Copia."

Copia gripped her ass in his hands and squeezed, his hips thrusted to meet her every motion.

"I missed you too tesoro."

Gwyn moaned deeply when he spoke, "Fuck I love it when you call me that!"

Copia grinned at her and drove into her deeper, her pace quickened on top of him. The chair Copia sat in creaked dangerously, like it might fall apart any second. Realizing that they were putting too much stress on the chair, Copia made a decision.

"Wait, ugh..stop."

Gwyn stopped, but was confused since she was getting so close to what she needed. Copia lifted her off of him and they both stood up as best they could in the small space. He bid her to bend over the chair and grab ahold of the ledge behind it while he stood behind her. He entered her again, but this time he set the pace of their lovemaking. He was slow and methodical, reaching as far as he could inside her and backing all the way out to leave her aching for more. To make sure that her clit was not abandoned, he bent over her back and reached around her waist. His fingers slipped between her lips easily and he found what he was looking for. As he thrusted inside her, his fingertips worked on her engorged clit, playing it like one of his Ghoul's played guitar. With his other hand, he cupped her breast and felt the hardness of her nipple against his palm. He allowed the sensitive nub to rub gently against his hand as they moved in rhythm.

With multiple erogenous zones stimulated, he could feel her tighten around him. He moved faster, sweat dripping from his brow at the exertion. Soon a strained noise escaped her lips and her hand slapped harshly against the wall of the confessional. He could feel her stomach clench and then her entire body went slack.

Copia knew it was his turn now. He put both hands on her hips and pounded into her relentlessly. Gwyn whimpered, but Copia continued chasing his release. As he dug his fingers into her hips, he could feel his thighs ache. But then finally the wave washed over him and he spilled all of his love inside her.

In the aftermath, his knees nearly buckled but he steadied himself on Gwyn's back who was still bending over in front of him. Once recovered, he kissed her back and stood up, as did Gwyn. She turned around to face him and they kissed again, this time much more languidly. When the kiss was over, they both just stood there naked holding each other. They were both sweaty and hot in the cramped space, and their skin stuck together. But none of that really mattered because neither of them really wanted to let the other go. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Copia spoke up, "Now how on earth are we going to fix your relationship Dewdrop?"

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