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fluentmoviequoter · 3 months

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20-David on a Plane

Pairing: David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!SWAT!reader

Summary: 20-David flies to Washington DC, and along the way, you learn why Deacon can comfort you so easily.

Warnings: fluff, brief mention/description of nervousness, hints of anxiety, meddling and teasing, quick TSA-related terrorist joke

Word Count: 3.2k+ words

A/N: We are once again pretending Annie doesn't exist. This idea came to me while watching The Middle episode 2x16 ("Hecks on a Plane") during my recent trip! I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think!

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“It’s about me,” Luca taunts. “I know I should have told you, but I’m getting promoted.”

Street snorts as he closes his locker. “Sure. And Deacon’s got a hot date.”

You try not to laugh at the comment, but it slips out before you can stop it. Slapping a hand over your mouth, you see Deacon shake his head in your peripheral. His smile is still present, so he can’t be too mad.

“Luca, if you’re the reason we’re all getting called into Hicks’ office, I doubt it’s a promotion,” Hondo points out, slapping his shoulder. “I just hope the lecture is enjoyable.”

You sit on the bench behind your locker, leaning over toward Deacon.

“Ten bucks it’s none of the things they’ve said,” you whisper.

“You don’t think I’ve got a hot date?”

Turning your head quickly, you ask, “Do you?”

“I don’t appreciate the implication that it’s impossible.”

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” you rush to say. Deacon presses his lips together to suppress his smile, and you lower your brows to glare at him. “I think Deacon’s getting moved to Rocker’s team,” you announce, “I’m sure you’ll be very happy together.”

Deacon shakes his head, throwing a jacket toward you as you walk away, taking cover behind Hondo.

“Guys!” Hondo yells with a chuckle. “We really do need to go, he’s been waiting.”

“As long as he’s not as impatient as Molly,” Street says under his breath.

“Dude, you’re so whipped!” Luca replies.

“What do you think it is? He doesn’t call all of us for a private meeting very often,” you ask Deacon as you walk out behind your team.

“Probably a congratulations from City Hall, or something equally rehearsed.”

You nod, unconsciously matching your steps to Deacon’s as you stay by his side.

“Close the door, Deacon,” Hicks requests once you’re inside. “I know you’re busy, but this should be quick. This team has done some incredible work in the last year, and the people of Los Angeles are lucky to have you protecting them.”

“Thank you, Commander,” Hondo offers.

“We can drop the formalities; this is good news. 20-David is being awarded a Medal of Valor.”

Street and Luca cheer, silencing when Hicks raises his hand.

“Not from the L.A.P.D. though. This one is coming from Congress by the President.”

Your jaw slackens, and your mouth falls open in shock. The rest of your team is similarly surprised, silent for once while taking in the good news.

“And, because of the mission last month, the President wants to award the medal himself. You’re flying to Washington DC to participate in the ceremony in the Rose Garden.”

“We’re going to DC!” Street cheers. Luca adds, “We can explore the DC food truck map!”

“Free trip,” Hondo says happily, looking toward you and Deacon. “But I need first class, I got long legs.”

“Yeah, about that,” Hicks interrupts. “We had some scheduling and budgeting issues, so you’re all flying coach.”

“No!” Hondo groans, tossing his head back as Street, Tan, and Luca continue talking about the food trucks in DC. “Can’t I pay the difference?”

“You’d have to leave the day before, the flight you’re on is booked.”

“What’s so bad about coach, Hondo?” Deacon inquires. “Too sophisticated for economy?”

“Yes,” Hondo says as if it’s obvious. You shake your head, and he points at you to argue, “You don’t want to either.”

“I could be duct-taped to the wing of the plane, Hondo. It’s an all-expense paid trip to receive a once in a lifetime award,” you point out.

“Which deserves once in a lifetime treatment.”

“Then fly out the day before,” Hicks says again. “Just let us know what you’re doing. We’re doing our best to get the return flight upgraded.”

“Coach,” Hondo mutters to himself, “like a normal person.”

“You’re certainly not normal, Hondo,” Deacon says, winking at you when you turn around to hide your smile.

✯✯✯✯✯

You walk into the terminal at Los Angeles International, LAX, expecting to meet your team on the other side of security.

“Good morning,” Deacon says as he walks to your side.

“Morning,” you reply, glad he’s the first one you run into. “How long have you been here?”

“Couple minutes. Hondo just texted that he, Street, Luca, and Tan are almost here.”

You nod, your fingers fiddling with your backpack straps. A few people look at you and Deacon, dressed in your uniforms and carrying tactical backpacks.

“You alright?” he asks quietly, concern in his brown eyes.

“Yeah, I’m good. Just tired, a little nervous.”

“Well, as soon as you’re sitting in a row between Street and Hondo with no escape, you’ll feel worse.”

You laugh, and Deacon smiles, glad he was able to distract you if only for a moment.

“Nervous about the flight?” he asks.

“No,” you begin.

“Deac!” Luca yells, cutting you off as he says your name and tosses his arm over you. “Morning, guys.”

Deacon’s eyes stay on you, but you send him a small smile and a nod to let him know you’re alright. Luca drags you and Street along as he talks and walks simultaneously, one arm over each of you until he reaches the security line.

“IDs,” the TSA agent says, holding a hand toward your team.

You let Street, Luca, and Tan go first, hanging back with Deacon and Hondo until your turn. As you walk through the metal detector, the female TSA agent on the other side asks you to step to the side for additional screening.

“Ooh, someone’s been bad,” Hondo taunts as he walks past.

Deacon keeps his eyes on you as he grabs his backpack from the conveyor belt, pulling yours to his side as he waits for you.

“Never fails,” you tell him, smiling as you take your bag. “Apparently I look like a terrorist.”

Deacon rolls his eyes, gesturing for you to walk by. When you turn the corner, Hondo puts his hands up in surrender.

“Do you feel violated?” Street asks dramatically.

“Should we tell Hicks about how a government official had to search you for…” Luca lowers his voice to finish, “weapons.”

“Right now, you’re the only people who should be afraid of me,” you answer with a cheerful smile.

They look at Deacon for help, but he shrugs and mutters, “You started it.”

“Dad,” Tan and Street groan together.

Deacon shakes his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks at you as if asking, ‘Can you believe what I have to deal with?’

“Who has the boarding passes?” Tan asks.

Hondo raises his hand, digging into his backpack before pulling an envelope out. He looks at the names one each before handing them out. Deacon looks over at yours with furrowed brows.

“What row you on, Hondo?” he asks.

“Six,” Hondo replies. “Exit row with extra leg room. Hicks pulled through.”

“Me too,” Street, Luca, and Tan answer.

Deacon looks over at you with his head tilted.

“What?” you ask.

“Did you ask to be that far away from us?” His eyebrows raise as he chuckles.

“Where are you?” Street asks, pointing toward you with his chin.

“Seventeen.”

Hondo’s eyes widen, shocked at the idea of sitting so far back in the plane.

“We can ask someone to switch,” Deacon tells you.

“No, it’s completely fine. You guys can… enjoy yourselves.”

Deacon starts to argue, but he’s cut short by an announcement.

“Flight 1239 with service to Washington DC has been delayed. Remain at the gate for further updates,” someone says over the speaker.

Hondo nods as if he expected as much before falling back into a seat. Luca, Street, and Tan follow his lead and get comfortable.

You remain standing, tapping your foot to dispel some nervous energy. After thirty minutes with no updates, you sit beside Deacon and lean toward him, pushing your shoulder against his. He doesn’t mind; he invites your presence at his side.

“Flight 1239 to Washington DC will begin boarding in ten minutes.”

Several people cheer, and Hondo stretches before standing. He sees how close you are to Deacon but only raises his eyebrows, a knowing look in his eye even as you shake your head.

Because you’re sitting further back, you board after the guys and have to ignore their comments as you walk past them on the plane. When you’re in your seat, you settle in and start reading, hoping to distract yourself from your racing thoughts.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Good morning, folks, this is your pilot speaking. Sorry about that boarding delay, but we’re going to get you in the air and to DC in just about four and a half hours,” the pilot announces. “Now, I do hear that we have some of LA’s finest on board. A soon to be decorated S.W.A.T. team, so on behalf of Los Angeles, thank you for keeping us safe on the ground, and let us return the favor in the air.”

Several passengers clap, and you smile as one of the flight attendants speaks to you on his way down the aisle. The man across the aisle introduces himself, thanking you for your service as he shakes your hand. You nod and return to your book, grateful for the sound of takeoff drowning out the voices of people talking about the cops on board.

✯✯✯✯✯

“No way, DC would be the first to go,” Street argues.

“Los Angeles always gets taken out first,” Tan adds. “Haven’t you watched a movie?”

“DC is just a bigger target. It’s not first, but it’s more important,” Luca says, leaning forward to join the conversation about the argument.

“In Independence Day, LA is gone long before they even think of DC.”

Deacon closes his eyes, tilting his head back against the headrest. He’s been listening to a different version of the same argument since boarding. They started talking about fighter jets, which turned to fighting aliens. Now, the argument is about which cities aliens would take out first to dominate the world.

“First class,” Hondo says wistfully before putting his earbuds in.

When Tan starts ranting about how aliens don’t have to come from the sky, Deacon decides he’s had enough. He stands, stepping around Luca before walking down the centre aisle. Several people nod at him, while others keep their heads down. When he reaches your row, he stops beside you until you look up at him, your finger holding your place in your book.

“Hey,” you greet.

“Is that seat empty?” Deacon asks, pointing to the one between you and the woman in the window seat. You nod, and Deacon mutters, “Not anymore.”

He steps over your legs and sits beside you, taking a deep breath as he revels in the quiet away from Street, Tan, and Luca.

“Tired of alien invasion debates?” you ask quietly, turning your attention to the cover of your book.

“You can hear it back here?” he asks incredulously.

“No, but word travels fast when tactically trained police officers are discussing alien movies.”

Deacon nods, looking out the window. You start reading again, sitting upright in your own space, despite Deacon’s arm on the armrest between you. Initiating contact with Deacon has never been a problem for you, and he likes that you trust him enough to be vulnerable and comfortable with him. Your attention is easily drawn away from what you’re doing, which is another unusual thing for you.

“Are you okay?” he whispers, leaning toward you.

You nod, but your harsh swallow tells a different story.

“You can talk to me, you know that.”

“I’m really nervous,” you admit.

“Flying?”

You shake your head, leaning forward to put your book in your backpack. When you sit back up, Deacon takes your hand between his.

“Then what’s going on?”

“The award,” you begin, looking at his hands. “I don’t deserve it. That raid was successful because of you guys, not me.”

“Hey,” Deacon says, using a kind hand to direct your face toward his. “We’re a team, and we did that as a team. Together. Every one of us, including you, deserves this award because we saved lives.”

“You saved lives. That little girl would have died without you.”

“And I couldn't have saved her without you,” Deacon reminds you. “We were under attack, and you kept us out of harm’s way. You deserve this, just as much if not more, than the rest of us.”

You nod, turning your head away from Deacon to rest against his shoulder. He pulls your arm over him, encouraging you to get comfortable. Deacon is a comforting person to be around, but being this close provides a feeling that you can’t get anywhere else.

“Thank you,” you whisper, gently holding his wrist.

“In an alien movie, they’d kiss after she saved his life,” Street says, sitting on his knees to watch you and Deacon.

Luca and Tan nod their agreement before turning back in their seats. They’ve witnessed several quiet, tender moments between you and Deacon, but don’t know where they lead. Hondo has advised them to mind their business, but that isn’t as much fun.

✯✯✯✯✯

The flight attendant who spoke to you right after learning you are a police officer seems to enjoy visiting your row. Every time he walks down the middle aisle, he stops to ask if you need anything or talk to you about your job. Since Deacon moved to your side, it has happened several times. He’s just as tired of it as you are.

Still comfortable in Deacon’s arms, you sigh against his shoulder when you hear him walk by again.

“Can I get you two anything?” he asks.

“No, we’re good, thanks,” Deacon answers, polite but firm.

You tighten your grip on his arm in thanks, glad to not have to speak or move. Your nervousness is seeping out as if Deacon is absorbing it and pumping comfort and peace back into you. It seems impossible to be upset around Deacon, especially when your source of discomfort is of your own making.

“I think he likes you,” Deacon whispers against your hair. “Which should be enough evidence that you don’t look like a terrorist.”

You laugh against Deacon, not expecting him to bring that up again. His shoulder shakes under you as he laughs too.

“The seatbelt sign has been turned on for your final descent into Washington DC. Flight attendants prepare for landing," the pilot says.

“Oh no, now your friend can’t visit,” Deacon says, smiling as you sit up.

“You’re my friend,” you reply, matching his smile. “Thank you for everything, Deacon. Seriously, I couldn’t do all of this without you.”

“I love to do it.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Once you land in Washington, someone hands Hondo an envelope with your return tickets. He opens them quickly, crossing his fingers that they’re first class.

“Two. Two of them are first class and the others are the first exit row again,” he says.

“Give ‘em to the lovebirds!” Luca yells.

Street and Tan nod before clapping in your direction. You turn toward Deacon and press your face against his shoulder.

“How am I going to survive this weekend?” you mumble.

“With me,” Deacon answers, a gentle hand on your lower back.

✯✯✯✯✯

Being the only woman on the trip, Hicks reserved a room just for you. Someone knocks once you’re dressed, ready, and growing nervous again. Deacon’s eyes widen as you open the door.

“You look beautiful,” he says, walking in. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Thank you. You look just as handsome as always. And, mostly; I’m a little nervous but I’ll be alright.”

“We’re with you the whole time,” Deacon reminds you. “Do you want to do anything specific when we’re finished?”

You shrug. “Some sightseeing, I guess. I don’t really have anything specific I have to see.”

“There’s one place I think you’d really like. If you’re interested, we could go together. Then do some sightseeing.”

Without hesitation, you agree to spend the remainder of your time with Deacon. He’s been at your side through the good and bad, and you’re happiest when he’s there.

✯✯✯✯✯

“We’re going food truck hunting, want to join?” Luca asks, loosening his tie.

“Maybe later. I’ll call when we’re done and we can meet somewhere,” Deacon answers, slipping his hand into yours.

“I see,” Luca says, smiling at your joined hands. “It is the city of love.”

“That’s Paris,” Tan says.

“It can be anywhere,” Street says through his teeth, gesturing toward you and Deacon.

“Oh! Yeah, love… it’s everywhere,” Tan corrects.

Deacon fights an eye roll, waving as he leads you away from 20-David.

“Where’s Hondo?” you ask.

Deacon shrugs. “Who knows. Nichelle probably gave him a list of things to see.”

“And what are we seeing?”

“You’ll find out.”

✯✯✯✯✯

The Georgetown Historical District is beautiful, and as you explore the cobblestone roads hand-in-hand with Deacon, there’s an overwhelming sense of home. At the end of a particularly appealing garden, Deacon pulls you to a stop, turning you against his chest.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

“For what?” you ask, raising your free hand to rest on his shoulder.

“Reminding me what it’s like to feel this.”

You know what he means, or you hope you do. Nodding, you lean closer to him.

“This is what you make me feel. You’re home, even in the middle of the desert or the beginning of a shootout. Wherever you are, there’s calm, there’s peace, and there’s a beautiful woman who’s impossible not to love.”

Your smile grows with each word, and you duck your head under Deacon’s chin when he finishes. Looking back up, you see the reflection of the street behind you in his eyes, but there’s also so much more.

“I love you, Deacon. You’ve been my comfort since joining 20-David, and any minute spent away from you feels like an eternity.”

Deacon smiles, his eyes shining like a porch light leading you home after a long time away. He releases your hand to grip your waist, pulling you closer as his lips meet yours. Moving with Deacon, you hold his shoulders as you keep him close, letting his kiss and presence speak to you like they always have. Pulling away, you cup Deacon’s jaw.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

“I love you. I didn’t say it back before.”

“You didn’t have to,” you point out, pulling him close again.

✯✯✯✯✯

“You kissed,” Hondo accuses as soon as you reach his side.

“Is that a problem?” Deacon asks.

“It is a huge relief, brother. Congratulations.”

He taps Deacon’s back before pulling you into a quick hug.

“I’ll expect to be the best man, right?”

Deacon presses his lips together and looks at you, smiling when you laugh.

“Hey, sorry we’re late, got caught up at this amazing custard truck,” Luca apologizes as he arrives.

Street looks at you, then Deacon, then your joined hands. He closes his eyes and raises a fist in victory. Tan smiles as he nods at you. Luca remains oblivious as he talks about Wisconsin-style custard and chicken sandwiches.

“But what did you guys do?” he finishes.

“Something we should have done before,” Deacon answers.

Luca furrows his brows, and Street claps his back before saying, “You were right. We’re gonna give the first-class tickets to the lovebirds.”

Luca’s eyes widen in surprise, but before he can congratulate you Hondo exclaims, “Whoa, now, they were good in coach.”

Bonus (because I love Deacon and Hicks' friendship):

"Commander, we wanted to discuss inter-team relationships," you begin.

Hicks raises a hand to silence you, looking toward Deacon.

"You finally did something?" he asks.

Deacon nods and Hicks smiles, bringing him into a hug and extending an arm to let you join them.

"About time!" Hicks cheers with a pleased chuckle.

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senorabond · 3 months

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Rumor Has It: Chapter 7 Peña x f!reader x Pike

Pairings: Javier Peña x f!reader; Marcus Pike x f!reader; future Peña x f!reader x Pike

Chapter 7 Summary: The case is progressing more quickly than expected, presenting the first opportunity to set the bait for the narcos. When plans for the undercover operation go awry, you have to think and act fast. Meanwhile, whatever is going on between you and Javi gets kicked into high gear.

Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI), Explicit sexual content, additional warnings may be added for future chapters

Chapter Warnings: no use of y/n, previous relationship (Marcus x f!Reader), boss!Marcus, slowburn, workplace romance, ohh the yearning, fake relationship, protective!Javi, Dom/sub dynamic, precisely (1) spank, almost caught, please just fuck already

Reader/Character notes: Reader is fem!afab; No mention of Reader’s body size, shape, composition, or skin color.

Words: 8k

Author’s Note: I am SO happy to finally post this! I’ve been sick with back-to-back viruses ever since November, so I’ve been slowly chipping away at this chapter. It’s super plotty and a lil smutty, but I had to kick Javi and Reader in the ass to move this shit along somehow. I have so many thots and ideas for these two, especially when we get to see more of Marcus. As always, a HUGE thank you to my dear, sweet, lovely beta @kilamonster, who lets me torture her endlessly with all the dirty things that come to mind and for correcting my atrocious Spanish. 💋💜

Masterlist || Previous Chapter

The Next Morning Washington, D.C.

There’s a knock at Marcus’ office door and a grinning man pokes his head inside. He’s got a slight build, and sandy hair that falls across his forehead in natural waves. You had always told Marcus this agent reminded you of that weaselly guy in Dirty Dancing, Neil, and he can certainly see it now. Though the resemblance was probably more down to personality than looks.

"Sir, you wanted to see me?" The man asks, waiting for permission to enter.

"Yeah, Wilkins, come in – and shut the door.” Wilkins has to halt midway to turn around and close the door and is looking a bit less confident now as he sits down in the chair across from Pike.

Pike fixes the smaller man with a neutral expression. He'll give Wilkins a chance to be honest and forthright, but he’s not going to beat around the bush.

"Did you receive a call from a DEA agent about helping them with a potential art money laundering case?"

Wilkins' eyes grow wide for a second, and he stumbles a bit over his next words. "Uh, I'm not sure, maybe?"

"Maybe?" The fewer words Marcus gives Wilkins to work with, the more he'll have to come up with himself, and the less he’ll be able to turn Marcus’ words back around on him – a common interrogation technique.

"I remember a call from somebody at the DEA, but I don't think I recall the specifics." Wilkins fidgets with his tie.

Marcus keeps his face neutral, but laces his fingers together on his desk and leans forward, closing the space between them. "What do you recall?"

"He might have mentioned some drug dealers." Wilkins, a man with an ego the size of Nationals Park, has already been reduced to a little boy getting in trouble at school.

"Being that he's DEA, that would make sense." Pike says blandly, waiting for Wilkins to continue.

"Yeah. And... there might have been some talk about art." Wilkins’ voice is small, tentative. He knows he’s been caught out, and it’s no small matter.

"That's interesting. And why do you think this DEA agent called us – the FBI art squad – about art?"

Wilkins doesn't say anything in response. He knows there's nothing else he could say in his defense at this point.

"Do you know who that DEA agent was, Wilkins?"

Wilkins juts his chin out defiantly. "No, Sir."

"You might, if you'd bothered to get his name." Wilkins has grown sullen, already tired of the tongue lashing.

Pike has no patience for this guy’s attitude. Normally, Marcus wouldn’t draw out disciplinary issues like this, on the rare occasions he has them with his crew. But this guy has pissed him off too many times.

"That was Special Agent Javier Peña. You might have heard of him, made the news awhile back." Marcus leans back in his chair, watches Wilkins’ petulant shrug.

"He put away Pablo Escobar and the Cali Cartel, remember them?" Wilkins doesn’t respond, but there’s recognition in his eyes. "So when Javier fucking Peña calls to ask for help, that's probably when you should tell your superior.”

Marcus pauses, waiting for Wilkins to say something, anything, but he just sits there.

“Do you agree?" Marcus prompts, each word punctuated.

"Yes, Sir." The man replies, his tone clipped.

"Glad to hear it."

"Is that all?" Wilkins stands, and Marcus fights the urge to stand as well. But there’s power in showing you’re confident enough to not rely on being physically overbearing.

"No, I'll tell you when that's all. There have been some rumors floating around the office for a while now.” Finally, what Marcus has wanted to confront Wilkins about for months.

“I tried to ignore them, thinking it was just some office gossip, but then one of our best liaisons at Customs fast-tracked a transfer.” Marcus has to take a breath, the lead ball in his stomach growing heavy. “Some of that office gossip was about her. Know anything about that, Wilkins?"

"No, Sir." Wilkins shifts from foot to foot, glancing around the office nervously. Marcus lets him squirm for a bit longer.

"That's good. Because if you did know something about who was spreading those harmful rumors – rumors that affect the lives and careers of federal agents who outperform you on any given day – we’d be having a very different conversation."

Wilkins stands rigid, eyes wide.

"That's all." Marcus turns back to his computer and without giving Wilkins another glance.

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That Afternoon Texas

The briefing went off without a hitch. You could feel Javier's smile on you from the other side of the briefing room while you talked through each of the slides. Your stomach was in your throat, but Javier's presence gave you the bit of confidence you needed every time you glanced his way.

The other agents ask questions you and Javi had anticipated and discussed thoroughly the day before, and even a few you didn’t prepare for. Once you answer their questions flawlessly, Javier dismisses the group to their respective assignments. Several of them shake your hand on their way out.

Javi stands back and watches the crowd file out, then saunters over to you. You’re beaming a smile at him and fight the urge to throw your arms around him in a grateful embrace.

“That was…” You shake your head in disbelief, eyes as wide as your smile.

“‘Amazing.’ You can say it.” He’s smiling in return and leans a slim hip against the table, crossing his arms.

“It was amazing! God, that felt good.” Adrenaline pumps through your limbs in a rush.

“You did a great job today.”

“Thanks, I had a lot of help.” You start to gather the briefing materials and Javi jumps in, working his way around the opposite side of the table. You meet on the other side, where he adds the stack from your hands to his own.

“Not as much as you think.” Javier tucks the stack of briefings under his arm and gives you a friendly wink. Friendly, yet it still manages to set those butterflies flitting again. You haven’t felt this moony over a guy in…well, awhile.

The rest of the day goes by like a blur. Javier introduces you to the two agents he’s assigning to report directly to you for the duration of the case – Diaz and Tran – and the three of you get to work immediately. The first thing you do is get in touch with the closest ports of entry to see what high-priced artwork may have crossed in or out of the country within the past few months.

You lose yourself in piles of customs reports, flagging anything that catches your eye, and before you know it, Javier appears at your desk, knocking on the wall of your cubicle. Blinking, you’re surprised to see that the office has emptied out.

“Hey,” he says softly.

Your eyes widen when you see that it’s past seven o’clock on your computer screen. “Jesus, no wonder I was starting to go cross-eyed.”

You start putting the reports away in your bag, intending to look at them some more at home. The excitement and buzz of the day is fading, and the fatigue finally starts setting in.

"Want to grab a drink?" Javier has his jacket over his arm, a hand casually in his pocket.

"Can I take a rain check?" You feel bad saying no, because you actually would like to have a drink with Javi.

“Are you going to keep working at home?”

“That was the plan,” you admit sheepishly.

“Then, no.”

“‘No,’ what?”

“No rain check. Let’s go – there will be plenty more to do tomorrow. I had to learn that the hard way.” Javier reaches over and takes your bag.

You let out a long-suffering sigh for dramatic effect and shut down your computer. As you join Javier, he splays a broad hand between your shoulder blades, guiding you to the elevator. You barely have a chance to register the warmth of his hand before it drops, leaving pleasant tingles in its wake.

The silence between you is born from that day’s weariness, yet it feels comfortable. Javi takes you to the same bar as before, and you grab the same table in the back while he orders you each a beer. A server brings a couple of glasses of water over as well, which you find a sensible choice, given how tired you feel already.

Javier settles back in his chair with a groan and starts taking off his tie. As he stretches his long neck, you try not to stare, but those freckles and prominent veins hold your gaze. He takes a long pull from his bottle of beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

Tearing your eyes away, you focus on the rings of condensation your beer bottles have left on the table and try to think of anything to talk about. Before you can think of something, Javier speaks up.

“I got a call today.” He’s fiddling with the label on his beer bottle, peeling it back. His knee bounces under the table, jiggling close enough that you can feel the edge of his pant leg against yours.

When he doesn’t continue, you prompt him with a soft, “Oh?” and take a swig of your beer.

“It was the FBI art squad getting back to me.”

You pause before swallowing, determined to play this cool. “About time.”

“Yeah, the guy was really apologetic. He said they could assign a couple of people to help us with whatever we need.” Javier finishes pulling the label off his bottle, all in one piece.

“That’s great!” You hope Javi can hear the genuine enthusiasm you feel in your voice. “My contact said they’d help, but wasn’t sure what they could do.”

“I spoke to the agent in charge, Pike. Do you know him?” He keeps his large, brown eyes on you as he takes another sip of beer.

Schooling your features, you dare yourself to meet his gaze. “I do, yeah.”

“Have you worked with him before?” Javier tilts his head a fraction, watching you.

“That case I finished before transferring, he and I worked on that together.”

“Closely?”

“What are you trying to get at?” You counter, putting your beer down harder than you intended, your hackles starting to rise.

“Nothing.” Javier shakes his head and looks down at his beer, but you can see a hint of a smirk appearing under his mustache.

Huffing, you slouch and take a sip of your beer, then cross your arms, feeling a little like a child. “Yes.”

“Hmm?” Javi looks up at you through his lashes. Those damned eyes of his. He could bring entire cartels to their knees with those eyes.

“Yes, he’s the person I had a… thing with.” You cross one leg over the other, bouncing it peevishly.

“Sounds complicated,” Javier remarks, not unkindly.

You shrug, as though to say it was nothing. As though the time you spent with Marcus didn’t mean anything to you, and wasn’t the healthiest relationship you’d ever been in, even if it didn’t have the label society demanded. You’re embarrassed to feel the sting of tears in your eyes and turn your face away from Javi before he can see.

“I understand complicated,” Javi says, his soft words a balm to soothe your injured heart.

The beers are finished in contemplative silence. Both of you take plaintive sips of water, mindful of the drives ahead and the weariness you’re each already fighting.

Neither of you seem to mind that the space between you is shrinking, or that your legs rest gently against each other’s under the table. Neither of you flinch or pull away when the backs of your hands wrapped around your water glasses touch. When Javi’s thumb grazes your knuckles, you only look at him, but his face stays turned down determinedly.

You move your thumb against his in a soothing repetition. Slowly, but without hesitation, Javi takes your hand in his, linking your fingers, and you give a gentle squeeze. Your breath slows, the noise of the bar fades, and the tension in your muscles unwinds as you inhale and exhale in time with Javi.

Without a word, without a glance, Javi pulls you to your feet and begins to lead you out of the bar.

It’s completely dark now, but the goosebumps erupting across your arms aren’t from any chill in the air. Holding tight to Javi’s hand, you follow swiftly behind him. He lengthens his stride, shoulders back and jaw set.

About half a block from your office building, Javier pulls you around a corner and onto a darkened side street. You let him lead you without thinking, completely trusting him. But before you can blink, he’s got you pressed up against the wall of a building, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other around your waist. Instinctively, your hands grip onto the lapels of his jacket to not lose your balance.

Everything Javier does is purposeful, focused, intentional – he is not a man to lose complete control of himself, especially when he feels out of control. With his face mere inches from yours, and the faint scent of beer on his breath, he speaks.

“Tell me to stop.”

Javi’s tongue pokes out and licks his plump bottom lip. The cool stone of the building at your back is a welcome relief from the heat pooling in your lower belly.

“W-what?” A glance at his eyes, black from the shadows around you, makes your knees shake.

“If you don’t want this, tell me now.” The hand on the back of your head gently eases down to cup your face, and Javi caresses your cheek with his thumb.

“Please,” he pleads in a whisper, his lips a hair’s breadth from your own. “Before I do something I’ll regret.”

“Don’t…” Your breath shakes.

A sigh from Javi’s lips is warm on your face. Almost imperceptibly, Javi nods and begins pulling away. You tighten your grip on his jacket, holding him in place.

“I mean - don’t stop.”

Javi’s smile changes his entire face, and the tension in his shoulders eases.

“Cariño,” he murmurs, resting your foreheads together and nudging your nose with the tip of his.

Before Javi can do more than brush his lips against yours, a small group of people pass by on the sidewalk a few feet away. This close to the office, it’s very possible they work in the same building – might have even come from the same bar. Fortunately, Javier reacts quickly. He shifts your bodies and tucks your head into his chest, blocking the light from the nearby street lamp – and their view of you – entirely.

Their chattering ceases abruptly as they spot your forms in the shadows, one letting out a quiet, “Whoops,” under his breath. Another sniggers, and they continue on their way. You think you hear one of them whisper Peña a bit too loudly and get shushed by their companions.

Javier holds you there a few more moments, your bodies molded to one another in the dark. Stilling your pounding heart, you breathe in his scent and run your hands around his back, underneath his suit jacket. The muscles of his back are firm under your hands. He presses his face to the top of your head and wraps his arms around you in return. For a while, you stay there together, breathing in sync and savoring this stolen moment.

Eventually, Javier starts to pull away, and you reluctantly let go. He leans in, and tenderly places a kiss to your forehead, your cheek, and your ear. Softly, he says, “Come on, cariño, I’ll walk you back to your car.”

Holding hands again, your pace is much slower this time. There seems to be an understanding that what you just experienced was too close a call. Still, neither of you are in any hurry for this to end, whatever it is.

At your car, Javier stands back with his hands in his pockets while you open the door and toss your bag inside.

“Get home safe, cariño.”

“You too, Javi.”

In your mirror, you see him give a small wave as you drive away.

~*~*~*~

It was stupid to ask you to grab a drink after work. Javier doesn't really understand what motivated him to ask you in the first place.

That’s a lie – he knows exactly why he asked you, why he asked you about Pike, why he dragged you out of that bar. You're on his mind all the time now, to the point of distraction. Javier sees you when he closes his eyes, pictures you lying next to him when he’s going to sleep, tries to imagine the feel of your skin, soft on his fingertips. The only relief he feels is when he's with you in the flesh.

It’s selfish of him, he realizes, to want these things from you. You haven’t said much about what happened in D.C., but it was enough for him to understand that he can’t put you in that position again. People are cruel, especially to women.

With a heaving sigh, Javier rolls over in bed. Even if he can’t allow himself to act on his desires, he can let go a little in his mind. For a moment, he lets himself indulge in the fantasy of having you, fueled by the memories of your fingers laced with his, the heat from your back where he placed a gently guiding hand, the scent of your shampoo when he kissed your face.

Javier imagines what it would feel like, being able to touch and feel you in those natural ways people together do: your arms wrapped around his chest and kissing the back of his neck and shoulders, the weight of you seated on his lap, caressing all of your lines and curves. All the things he could do with you, just because you’re his.

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Five Days Later Texas

You’ve never seen a case get off the ground and progress so quickly. In the last few days, the DEA managed to bring in the art gallery couple suspected of planning a money laundering deal with the narcos under investigation. Not only did the couple admit to their plan, but they agreed to cooperate with the investigation in exchange for immunity.

The gallery was hosting a special exhibit opening that night, and the narcos – Castano and Lopez – were confirmed guests. The timing was perfect to introduce Peña and another agent, Bateman, who would be posing undercover as business partners in competition with the art gallery owners. But that meant their task force had to act fast to get everything organized and ready in time.

Surveillance had been placed on Castano and Lopez, and the agents tailing them were sending in frequent reports on the men’s movements. They had already arranged transportation to get them to the gallery event after dining at an expensive restaurant nearby. Their dirty money certainly didn’t stop them from enjoying a lavish lifestyle.

You check over the information on the tablet in your hands. Posing as an event coordinator gave you access to all areas of the gallery, service entrances, back rooms, the whole shebang. It also gave you the ability to watch a live video feed of all the cameras placed around the gallery, right from your tablet, and listen in on the audio through the wires Peña and Bateman would be wearing.

A few other agents were staged as caterers, wait staff, and private security detail for the special event, but this evening would only have one mission: get the narcos interested in finding out what Peña and his “business partner” could offer. He and Bateman were already out on the gallery floor, mingling with the crowd, and looking at the art.

Javi was wearing a dark blue suit, fitting snugly to his broad shoulders and tapering in at his slim waist. He’d obviously taken extra time grooming himself that evening, because he had some kind of pomade in his hair that added a sleek wave, and his mustache was neatly trimmed. It was criminal how fucking good he looked.

Surveillance checks in to report an ETA of approximately 10 minutes. Letting out a deep breath, you tap out a message on your tablet with the ETA and send it to Javi’s phone. Through your earpiece, you hear Javi’s phone ding, a pause, and then his voice mutters, “Copy.”

Things between you and Javier that week had been a bit tense, to say the least. The two of you orbited each other, coming close yet never touching before being slingshot back out in opposite directions.

The memory of his arms around you and his lips ghosting across your mouth kept you warm each night. You continuously waffled back and forth between reprimanding yourself for even thinking about indulging in another workplace fling, and craving him like a drug. It was maddening.

Diaz’s voice in your ear says, “Targets have arrived, entering now.” You message Javi, and he confirms he has eyes on them. He and Bateman continue circulating a bit, keeping an eye on Castano and Lopez, but blending with the crowd for now. Things are right on track.

Closing your eyes for a moment, you take a deep breath and lean against a wall in the back corridor. The coolness of the wall reminds you of the cool stone against your skin in that alleyway. You let the radio chatter in your earpiece fade as you remember the heat from Javi’s hands, the strength of his arms and chest, the smile on his lips when you told him ‘don’t stop.’ Heat pools in your lower belly, imagining what could have happened if you hadn’t been interrupted.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” You hear Javi’s voice in your ear and your eyes fly open. A few taps on your tablet and you’re watching video from a nearby camera. Bateman is gripping his abdomen and grimacing in pain.

“Yeah, just this stomach ache. I’ve had it for days.” Bateman gestures to his lower right side. Something tells you that’s no mere stomach ache.

Quickly, yet calmly, you bustle over to their location and assume your best event coordinator voice. “Sir, is everything alright? Can I get you some water?”

Bateman tries to wave you off, but is interrupted as another wave of pain hits him and he doubles over. Javi watches his partner and concern knits his brow.

“Boss, the targets are headed in your direction, I think they’re trying to check out what’s going on,” Tran’s falsetto says over the radio.

You lay a hand on Bateman’s shoulder, lowering your voice to say, “We need to get him out of here.”

You put your arm around Bateman’s hunched shoulders and say loudly enough for some of the looky-loos to hear you, “Everything’s alright, Sir. Please come with me.” You give a meaningful look to Javi and gesture for him to come with you.

The gallery owners have a small office in the back that’s part of a larger storage area with a loading dock for larger works of art. You take Bateman and Javi back to the office, passing through the swarm of catering staff, who have been using the storage room as their staging area. Pulling out one of the office chairs, you guide Bateman to sit. Diaz bursts into the small room, dressed in the typical black attire of private security, worry etched across his face.

“Nick? Talk to me – what’s happening?” Diaz’s voice is a bit tremulous, but he takes charge and gets on the radio to report an agent down. You’ve seen how close Diaz and Bateman are at the office and wonder if there’s something more between them than friendship.

Javi catches your eye and nods his head to the side, indicating for you to both exit the office. Following him a bit down the hallway, you step close to his side to escape the bustle of caterers with trays of hors d'oeuvres.

“What’s happening?” Javi wipes a hand over his mustache and flicks a finger at your tablet.

He leans over to look at your screen and you swipe through several views until you spot Castano sipping on champagne and Lopez looking bored. The latter was the one, if memory serves, who made the comment about modern art being just a bunch of splattered paint.

The scent of Javi’s cologne and his closeness make your hands tremble. You haven’t been this close to him since he almost kissed you. In fact, his face was near enough to your own that you could easily turn your head and place your lips to the side of his neck or shoulder. Your head swims at the thought.

Hazarding a glance up, you see out of the corner of your eye that Javi isn’t looking at your tablet anymore either. His chest rises and falls, brushing your arm with every inhale. Those dark chocolate eyes are nearly black, his pupils wide and intense. Seconds tick by that could be minutes, both of your bodies frozen in place.

Movement on the screen in your hands catches your attention and breaks the reverie. You can’t let yourself be distracted by whatever is happening between you and Javi. Not now, on this big of a case – your first opportunity to really prove that you’re capable on your own, and not someone who fucks their way up the ranks.

Javi takes half a step back, and you clamp your teeth down on your lower lip to stifle a sigh at your loss. How the hell are you supposed to focus with all of these feelings and urges flying through your body?

Clearing his throat, Javi rasps, “I better get back out there.”

You nod your head in agreement. “Yeah. That’s good, I’ll - uh, check on Bateman.” Javi moves to leave but pauses.

“You’re doing great,” he whispers next to your ear, his touch on your lower back light as a feather before slipping off back into the crowded gallery. You fight the urge to run after him and shift your focus back to Bateman. Stepping back into the office, Diaz is already on the radio, arranging transportation for the two of them to the hospital.

“I think it’s his appendix,” Diaz says to you quietly when you walk over.

You grimace. Shit.

Bateman was chosen to be Javi’s partner in this operation because he could carry a conversation about art and make it convincing. Javi – to use his own words again – doesn’t know shit about art.

Looking down at your tablet, you tap through the various video feeds and see that the narcos are in the same section of the gallery as Javier. Switching the channel on your earpiece, you listen in on the audio feed coming from his wire.

You’re not sure if Javi is genuinely distressed over Bateman’s condition, or if he’s acting it up to try and draw the attention of the narcos, but you can hear his labored breathing from his wire. Could he be nervous? You select the video feed with the best vantage and see Javi rubbing the back of his neck and fiddling with his tie.

With Javi’s breathing in your ear, you make up your mind. You can’t let him finish this alone.

“Diaz, you got this?”

“Yes, ma’am. Transport will be here in less than five minutes.”

You’re already setting down your tablet and removing the curlicue wire from behind your ear.

“Good. Report in once you get him seen to.” Diaz nods, but watches you curiously.

Next goes your blazer and the clip holding your hair back. You grab your purse and find the red lipstick, quickly applying a fresh coat to your lips.

“Well, how do I look? Can I pass as a shady art dealer’s girlfriend?” You step back and smooth down the dress you were wearing under the blazer.

You don’t have many occasions to wear the black cocktail dress, but for tonight you needed something more stylish than your regular work clothes. Its V-neckline is relatively modest, but the smooth material clings to your curves in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination.

Diaz gives you a once over and says, “With all due respect, Boss…you look hot.”

“Thanks,” you fluff your hair a bit, using your reflection in the office’s window. “Bateman, take it easy. We’ve got this.” Bateman groans in response and you rush out the door.

You’re flying blind now – no eyes or ears on anything but what’s in front of you. Tran spots you and cocks her head quizzically, but otherwise doesn’t break her cover as she approaches you with a tray of champagne flutes.

Grabbing a glass, you mutter, “Bateman is down, I had to do something.” She nods and quirks an amused lip.

“I like your dress,” she mutters back. You toss back the rest of the champagne in your glass for courage, and Tran hands you another to take its place.

“Thanks, so does Diaz.” Tran snorts and pivots to offer champagne to a cluster of guests nearby.

The three of you gelled almost immediately, and you felt immensely grateful. Their support on the case made you feel at ease with being in charge of a team. You wonder if Javi assigned Diaz and Tran on purpose, thinking you’d all suit one another.

Javier, Castano, and Lopez are still in the same gallery space, admiring adjacent pieces. Well, Lopez is digging a finger into his ear, but at least Castano seems genuinely interested.

Seemingly more relaxed now, Javi stands with his back slightly to you, leaving his body language open to the targets. But you already know him better than the casual observer. The veins in Javi’s neck are more prominent, and you tamp down the urge to lick them. He’s practically vibrating like a plucked wire, but his shoulders are relaxed, one hand casually in his pocket. Fuck, he looks good in that suit.

Taking a deep breath, you decide you’ll just have to go for it. It’s just for tonight, after all.

“Babe!” A few people turn their heads to look at you, including the three men you needed to take notice.

You shuffle over on your tiptoes to not break an ankle in your heels, and Javi – to his credit – doesn’t react beyond a shift in his eyes and a twitch of his jaw.

“Oh, my god! I’ve been looking for you everywhere, babe.” You practically throw yourself at Javi and cling to his side. He wraps an arm around your waist, the other hand coming out of his pocket to lightly grasp your bare arm.

“I saw poor Nicky – he didn’t look so good,” you say, placing your free hand on Javi’s chest and adding a touch of real concern to your voice.

Javier’s entire demeanor shifts with you in his arms, his body relaxes, immediately falling into lockstep with you. You’re impressed at how quickly he responds to this curveball. Neither of you could have prepared for something like this.

“Yeah, he decided to head home, probably just ate something bad.” Javi took everything in stride. “You’re feeling okay, right?” He pulls back a bit to take you in, like he’s checking you over for bumps and bruises.

“Yeah, baby, I’m okay. But…” you drop your voice to a stage whisper, aware that at least Lopez is paying attention to this little charade. “What about the you-know-what?”

Javi glances around like he’s worried somebody might hear you. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure it out. He wasn’t moving it until next week anyway.” Javi kisses your temple. You nod, seemingly pacified, and offer your glass to him.

He smirks, and instead of taking it from your hand, he leans down and places his lips to the rim. You let out a little giggle and tilt the glass for him. A little dribbles over the side of his mouth, dripping off his mustache. Letting out a mock tutting sound, you wipe it away with your thumb and lick the remnants from your skin.

Your eyes meet, and you melt a bit, seeing that Javi’s pupils are completely blown.

“I can’t take you anywhere,” you tease, managing to regain composure.

“I know exactly where you can take me,” he fires back, and – to your utter shock and private enjoyment – squeezes your ass.

“Babe!” You gasp, and hit him playfully on the arm. Looking around nervously, you notice Lopez staring lasciviously at this public display, and you still, clearing your throat. Javi notices, and follows your gaze to Lopez, who is now adjusting his pants by his gaudy belt buckle.

“Hey - qué pasa contigo?” Javi’s face morphs into something serious and intimidating.

The two men exchange some words in rapid Spanish, and Castano gets involved. You’re genuinely flummoxed, not understanding what the men are saying, but it’s clear Castano is trying to apologize for Lopez’s rudeness and making amends.

You tug at Javi’s arm to pull him back to you, running a soothing hand over his chest. “Come on, baby. It’s fine.”

“I want an apology,” Javi says, stubbornly.

“Lo siento, Señor,” Lopez mutters, and Javi shakes his head.

“An apology to her,” he clarifies, his eyes boring holes into Lopez’s forehead.

Lopez repeats himself, but can’t meet your eyes. Castano steps forward and reaches out a hand. Without thinking, you place your hand in his, and he holds it between his own. You know what this man before you is capable of, what he’s suspected and guilty of, and you fight the urge to shudder.

“Miss, I am so sorry for my associate’s bad manners,” Castano begins in lightly accented English. “When a woman as beautiful as you is nearby, any man would take notice.”

Pretending to be flattered and appeased, you dip your head. Castano – a slim man of equal height – bends at the waist formally and brushes dry lips to your knuckles. You turn a disgusted curl of your lip into a demure smile.

“Thank you,” you simper.

Javi says something to Castano in Spanish, and the two begin to converse, their tone much more pleasant now with formalities out of the way. He drops his arm from your waist and joins Castano at the painting he’d been admiring.

You catch Lopez’s eye and let the corner of your mouth tilt up as you take a sip of your champagne, now warm and flat. The man – squat, with a thick unibrow under a greasy forehead – is the kind of fish you want to keep on the hook for a while. It lets them think they’re winning.

“Cariño,” Javi says and beckons you to join the men.

Sauntering over, you let the high heels do their job and smile sweetly up at him. The conforming dress rises up your thighs a bit higher than you’d be comfortable with in real life, but you decide to leave the hem where it rests when you see Javi’s eyes rake over your exposed skin. The hair on your arms stands up, and the heat in your core begins to rise.

“Señor Castano has a question about this piece, and I told him you were the brains between us,” he winks, and your breath hitches.

Over the next ten minutes, you speak knowledgeably about the art on exhibit in the gallery. You’d never felt more grateful for the times Marcus would get excited about a case or piece of evidence and animatedly answer your questions while sharing takeout from one of your regular haunts. There’s a sudden pang in your chest.

Just as suddenly, Javi is right behind you, stroking the backs of his fingers up and down a bare arm. His left hand is on your hip, caressing his thumb over the thin fabric of your dress. You relax into his touch, melting back into him until you feel the swell of your ass meet the front of his pants.

Javi sucks in a sharp breath, and his fingers on your hip tighten their grip. You’re trying to focus on Castano’s words, but you feel Javi’s breath shudder a bit as he makes the smallest of movements with his hips, pressing himself into your ass.

“...and that’s why we’re here tonight, drinking champagne, admiring the works of art on display… and speaking with beautiful women,” Castano finishes. The smile on his face would be genuinely charming if you didn’t already know what a deplorable human being he is.

“Mi amor loves talking about art, I only wish I knew more. She and my partner could talk all night about our latest deals–” Javi stops himself short, pretending that he’s let something slip.

Castano’s eyes go sharp, but his smile barely changes. Showing a bit of intelligence, even Lopez perks up at this false faux pas. You’re surprised he was even listening, he’s been so busy shoveling canapes into his mouth and ogling the other women nearby.

“Ah, so you are art dealers then!” Castano exclaims. “Little wonder Señorita is so knowledgeable.”

You move your left hand to caress Javi’s on your hip. Not sure if Castano thinks you and Javi are married, or he’s just being polite, you’d rather play it safe and leave your ring fingers out of his sight until you and Javi can speak privately.

“My partner is really the art dealer, it’s a shame you couldn’t meet him tonight. I’m just another man of business.”

“And what line of business are you in, Señor?” Castano asks.

“Please, call me Javi,” he says with a casual wave of his free hand. “And I’m in whatever line of business is good – I’ve done a bit of this, a bit of that. Here, have my card.”

Javi fishes out the prop business card from the inner breast pocket of his suit jacket. “I represent my client’s business interests, whatever they may be.”

Castano takes the card and glances it over, then hands it to Lopez to hold. “And your clients are interested in art?”

“Some are. That’s how I met mi alma. She was working at the private gallery my new partner owns.” Javi stands next to you, keeping his fingers locked with yours on your hip, and smiles down at you.

You have to remind yourself that none of this is real, it’s all for the cover – and a last-minute cover, at that. None of this was supposed to happen. But standing there, basking in the warmth of Javi’s affection, your heart races a bit and you give him a genuine smile in return.

“And the rest is history,” you finish with a small shrug of your shoulder, then rest your head on Javi’s shoulder for a second. Lopez’s phone rings and he turns away to answer it quietly, then taps Castano on the shoulder deferentially.

“Well, Javi, Señorita,” Castano nods at each of you in turn. “I would love to treat you to dinner soon. I have a new case of vintage bordeaux and a new painting I’m looking for any excuse to show off. I’ll have my associate call to make the arrangements. Please, bring your business partner.”

Javi nods and shakes Castano’s hand. The two men leave, and you see Lopez stuff a napkin full of food into his suit pocket. Castano rolls his eyes in exasperation and glides away to the front exit.

Javi gives your waist a squeeze, and you turn to face him, smiles on both of your faces. You hover for a minute, just in case the men return, but then Tran comes by with another tray of champagne.

“May I take your glass, ma’am?” Javi takes the glass from your hand and sets it gently on the tray. He busies himself by taking another so Tran can murmur, “They’re off the premises, tracking in place.”

Javi nods and sips the champagne. Tran moves away once more. A couple beats pass, and Javi sets the champagne down on a nearby cocktail table, grips your hand tightly, and starts pulling you in the direction of the back office.

This time you struggle more to keep up with him, not in your usual office attire. Javi is pulling at his tie and undoing the top buttons of his shirt. In the back storage area, Javi drops your hand and makes a beeline into the small office.

You slow almost to a stop, a bit winded from practically jogging in heels. Javi turns and meets your eye. Seeing the intensity in his face, you pause before the threshold and worry flits across your mind.

Maybe Javi’s actually upset with you for going rogue, for jumping in and messing with the plan. Maybe he’s just really good undercover, and you projected your own desires onto his smiles and touches. He silently crooks two fingers, bidding you to join him in the office.

Steeling your spine, preparing for a fight, you pull your shoulders back and strut into the office. Closing the door behind you, you take a breath, ready to go toe-to-toe with Javi if that’s what it takes to prove you were in the right.

You made an executive decision in what could have been a crisis, and you’ll stand by that judgment call. You did what a good leader is supposed to do when plans go south. Everything worked out with the narcos, and even if they don’t take the bait and call, you still have tracking and surveillance on them.

Javi remains silent, finishes unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his freckled skin underneath. He removes the wire taped to his chest, then sets it down on the desk and switches off the receiver. You open your mouth, prepared to state your defense.

In two strides, Javi closes the distance between you and takes your mouth in a crushing kiss. You throw your arms around his neck and his hands grip the backs of your bare thighs, lifting you effortlessly and setting you onto the desk.

Deepening the kiss, Javi’s tongue plunders your mouth and he lets out a strangled grunt when you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him flush against your panty-clad pussy. Groaning, you feel his cock quickly getting hard and you soon realize you were already wet before he even started kissing you.

Javi kisses a searing trail across your jaw, the hairs of his mustache tickling the tender flesh under your ear as he nips at the lobe. You gasp and rut against the front of his pants.

“You are – fucking – incredible,” Javi growls in your ear, grinding his straining cock against the damp spot on your panties for emphasis. Your breathing is shallow, and you cling to his broad back as he continues his way down your neck.

“You’re amazing,” he adds, then gently sinks his teeth into the flesh between your neck and shoulder, eliciting a small whimper from your lips.

Letting your head loll to the side, willing him to take whatever he desires, you whisper, “Javi, please…”

You can feel his mustache turn up as he smiles, his path across your clavicle interrupted.

“‘Please’, what, cariño?” His wide hands roam up the expanse of your back, then down to massage the meat of your hips and ass. You rock yourself against his cock again, but he holds your hips still and pulls back to look into your wrecked face, lifting an eyebrow in question.

“Fuck, Javi–” You rebel against the grip of his hands, trying to feel that pressure from his hard cock again, but he stops you. He mimics your tut-tut from earlier out in the gallery, and pulls his hips away from yours. You lock your ankles behind him, trying in vain to keep him in place.

Javi smacks a hand against the flesh of your ass that’s still covered by your dress, which luckily muffles the sound. Your mouth pops open in surprise, and you look at him. The intensity in his face has returned, but there’s no malice in his eyes, just hunger. Without a word exchanged, you unhook your ankles from behind his waist and let your legs spread open.

Javi lets out a satisfied moan from deep in his chest. “Mm, somebody trained you well, cariño.”

You let out a shuddering breath and Javi leans in to capture your bottom lip between his, sucking it between his teeth before letting it go with a soft pop. You nod, just barely, and wait for him to continue.

“I bet I can guess who it was,” he teases, then his tone changes. “Stand up and turn around. Palms on the desk.”

Javi pulls away and walks the two steps to the door, never looking away as he watches you follow his command. Your dress is now hitched up onto your hips, your ass presented to him.

Before he can lock the door, a tentative knock on the other side makes both of you jump. You immediately straighten up and pull your dress down, while Javi checks through the blinds in the door’s window.

“Tran,” he mouths.

You try to smooth your hair down and Javi opens the door and quickly turns away, busying himself with the wire and receiver on the desk, as though he’d just turned it off.

Clearing her throat, Tran stands in the doorway, not meeting your eye and says, “Boss, Diaz just reported in. Bateman is getting an emergency appendectomy, but he should be fine. They got him to the ER before it got too bad.”

Both you and Javi let out sighs of relief. “Thanks, Tran. We’ll debrief in the morning.”

Tran glances between you and Javi, and gives you a sly smile. “Sure thing, Boss. Have a good night.” She winks and closes the office door behind her. You’ll have to deal with that later.

“Fuck me,” you sigh and sink down in the office chair. All the adrenaline of the evening was starting to make your legs shaky. Javi sits a hip on the corner of the desk in a way that reminds you of Pike.

“That’s kind of what I was trying to do,” he tosses his head at the door. “Before we got interrupted.”

“It was very rude,” you agree, both of you sharing a smirk before going quiet.

“Listen,” Javi swipes a thumb at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t know if this is a good idea–” You put a hand on his knee to stop him.

“But it’s what I want. And you obviously want it too,” you look pointedly at his crotch, where his aroused state is still quite evident, despite the interruption.

“Fuck yeah, I do,” he states emphatically. “It’s just…” He sighs and places his hand over yours. “I recognize what a huge deal this case is for you, for professional and personal reasons.”

Javi pulls you to stand and cups your face. “I couldn’t live with myself if I fucked that up for you.”

You sigh, and think for a moment.

“Javi, no offense, but that’s bullshit.”

“What?” He pulls back in surprise.

“First, you’re giving yourself way too much credit,” you chuckle to break the tension, then grow serious. “Secondly, I’m a grown ass woman who can make her own choices. If anything gets fucked up, it’s because I made a decision, so I’ll deal with the consequences.”

Javi takes a deep breath, evaluating your words. You can see that he doesn’t like the idea of what those consequences may be, nor the thought of you being the one to deal with them.

He swears under his breath in Spanish, looking to the heavens for help, then leans in and kisses you. Gently at first, then more persistently, holding your face until you’re both breathing heavily through your noses. He breaks the kiss and you both take a deep breath.

“Okay, ‘grown ass woman,’” he says, and you let out a small laugh. “I’ve got a choice for you to make.”

“Oh, yeah? And what’s that?”

“Your place or mine?”

Chapter 8 - Coming Soon!

Additional Author’s Note: Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU for all the lovely comments and reblogs! I can’t tell you how much they mean to me. As always, I would love-love-love to know what you think. I really want to become a better writer, so any and all feedback is welcome! Thank you for reading! 💜

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It's ok to hurt me, I'm not worth much (one-shot)

Billy Washington X (Store Clerk Reader)

Warnings after the Break

Full Master list

Billy W. Master list

Banners By: @arcielee

A/N: this is by far the smuttiest thing I've ever written so please don't judge me too harshly 🤣🤣 I was inspired by the video someone posted of Billy whining and I couldn't help myself.🤣

Warnings: depression, self-loathing, oral sex (M receiving)

When you met Billy Washington, he seemed like a moderately happy guy. He must have had a flat nearby because he was in your cornerstore quite often. He would come alone, or sometimes he would be in the company of a pretty woman hands intertwined they seemed like a happy couple.

When he would come to the counter with his items for purchase, he would always have a friendly smile and ask how you have been doing. You loved it when he came into the store. Mostly because you could stare at him when he did. He was handsome. He had a tall, slender figure. A sharp jawline with piercing blue eyes and shaggy hair.

You didn't flirt with him because you were aware he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who you surmised was one of the luckiest women you had ever met. She was as beautiful as he was. Light features and a soft laugh.

You always looked forward to his visits, though. You paid such close attention that you picked up on subtle changes. It started with the pretty girl. You noticed that for weeks on end, she had not accompanied him. Then, it was his smile. It seemed each time you saw him that beautiful smile of his got smaller and smaller until there was no smile at all. Then the fluffy hair on his head hung down in what looked like oily globs. His previously clean shaven face now littered with patches of mismatched hairs that looked like a young boy trying to grow a beard for the first time.

You couldn't help but wonder, what had happened to this cheeky adorable man?

You were getting ready to close down the shop. It was a Friday night and you planned on going to the pub with a few friends to unwind. You were counting the till when the little bell over the door interrupted your thoughts. You had thought you locked the door.

"I'm sorry were closing up" you said not looking up.

"Possible just to get a quick pack o smokes?"

You lift your head quickly at the recognition of his voice. Although it no longer sounded cheeky instead shakey and unsure you would still recognize it anywhere.

"Oh, sure. Can't deny you now can I?" You joke while grabbing his brand of smokes from behind the counter and placing them in front of you.

He looks an utter mess. Eyes glossy, hair disheveled, clothes unkempt.

He gives you a half smile that doesn't make it to his eyes. You put your hand over the pack and bite your bottom lip.

"I'll give you these.... IF you answer some questions" You feel a small burst of adrenaline you have never been this forward.

He looks at you confused "questions?" He scratches at his temple. You notice his hand is injured and wrapped in gauze.

"Yep. We have a deal?" You pick up the pack and wiggle it back and fourth in front of him.

"Yeah, alright, I'm not too interesting though"

"I'll be the judge of that." You move from behind the counter and flip the open sign to closed and lock the door. You pull down the blinds over the windows and the last one over the door.

"No interruptions." You go back behind the counter and pull out two stools, bringing them to where Billy is standing. He is shifting his weight from foot to foot. Running the flat of his palms down the front of his pants, no doubt, trying to wipe off the sweat that has started to accumulate there.

You move the two stools so they are facing each other.

"Sit" you motion to one of the stools.

He hesitates, looking between you and the stools with confusion.

"You're fidgety, sit"

He lets out a shakey light laugh and sits down on the stool and you sit down on the stool you had set up across from him.

"Ok.... first question" you look into his eyes he looks so nervous. It endearing.

"What happened to the pretty girl that was always in here with you?"

"Becky.... oh yeah that..... didn't work out" he looks down at his feet nervously tapping them together.

You fight the smirk that wants to crawl across your face. "Is that the reason for all of this?" You wave your hands towards him.

"All of what?" He looks at you confused.

"The dirty hair? Unkempt clothes? No longer shaving?"

"W-what? N-no. " he pats down his hair and brushes off his clothes self-consciously. "I've got a lot of different things going on at the moment"

"Explain it to me" you say gently.

He looks away, not wanting to make eye contact. "You don't want to hear any of this." he nervously runs his fingers through his hair.

"But I do" you scoot your stool forward so your knees are near touching as you reach down and squeeze his with your hand. "Tell me"

His eyes go wide as he stares at your hand on his knee and clears his throat. "U-umm... got rejected from the army"

"That's not a big deal loads of people do" you run your hand up his thigh and back down to his knee in a comforting gesture.

He keeps his head down watching your hand "no not my family. Not just once but a lot of times."

"So..... choose a different career path, " you say now using your thumb to rub circles on his knee.

"Can't keep a job." He lets out a huff mixed with a laugh

"Then you haven't found the right one"

He finally lifts his head and looks at you. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because that happy funny man I always loved to see has disappeared. I would like to find him and bring him back. " You get off the stool and stand in front of him.

"Trust me, I'm not worth it," he says, dejected.

"Hey," you put your hands on his cheeks and lift his face to look at you. His blue eyes are so sad that you feel yourself melt a little. You rub your thumbs along his cheekbones. "What has you saying a terrible thing like that?"

He allows you to keep his head in your hands and keeps looking up at you. "They all tell me. They ain't wrong."

You think he looks like a little puppy that needs to be rescued in this moment. "They hurt you, huh?" You continued caressing his cheekbones. He raises his arms as if he is going to rest them on your hips but instead lets them fall back into his lap.

"It's ok to hurt me, I'm not worth much," your heart breaks as he finally looks away from you, putting his hands over yours and lowering them off of his face.

You kneel down in front of him and place your hands on his knees. He looks at you completely confused.

"Umm.... ermmm.... what are you doing?" He runs the palms of his hands against his pants.

"I want to show you that you are important." He stays silent, eyes wide just staring at you.

You run your hands from his knees up his thighs and back down while you both maintain eye contact.

"H-how would you do that?" He gulps loudly.

"I have a few ideas." You scoot in closer, spreading his legs apart, settling yourself in between them.

"What makes you feel good" you say to him in your best sultry voice.

He's just looking at you, jaw slack. After a few minutes, he finally half responds. "Huh?"

"Well, you have been feeling bad. So -" You run both hands from his knees all the way up to his hips, lingering for a moment before running them back down."I would like to know what makes you feel good"

He makes a small whimpering sound as his eyes quickly scan your face. "If you won't tell me, I guess I will just have to figure it out. If what I'm doing makes you feel bad, you just tell me, yeah?"

He barely squeaks out an "Uh hu"

You run your hands up and down his thighs a few more times and click your tongue. "Tsk tsk so tense, Billy."

He makes another small whimpering noise lighting a fire in your belly. You bring your hands back up to his hips and then slide them under his shirt.

He holds his breath but doesn't pull away. Your hands slowly slide out of his shirt and over his waistband and down into his lap.

When your hands brush lightly over his manhood under his joggers, he lets out a slightly louder whine and his hips jolt forward. You start to caress him through his joggers as he is involuntarily bucking his hips lightly.

"So responsive, sweet boy," he whimpers again as you bring your hands back up to his waistband and start to shimmy them down just enough to free his throbbing member.

"Well, that's impressive" you say while looking and his fully erect cock thats already wet with precum.

Billy is breathing heavily but doesn't say anything he stares at your hand as you wrap it around him.

"Oh shit" he says in a whimper as you start moving your hand up and down in precise motions along his cock not fully gripping.

"It's so pretty" you say and fully grip him as he lets out a gasp. His hands gripping the sides of the stool.

You lean in as if you're inspecting it, making sure your breath can be felt on the tip.

Billy whimpers again, his hips slightly shifting. You give the tip a kitten lick and then look up at billy. His eyes are wide and his mouth open completely entranced.

You take his right hand and place it on the back of your neck before leaning completely forward and taking the head of his cock in your mouth. You feel the hand on your neck start to squeeze, and you hear him starting to pant above you.

You take as much into your mouth as you can and grip the rest with your hand as you start bobbing your head up and down, hollowing your cheeks. Billy slides his hand up from your neck into your hair.

"P-p-please don't stop," he says in between whimpers. You start to move your head more vigorously. Feeling his cock battering the back of your throat. His whimpering is getting steadily louder, and his hips start to buck up off the stool. His hand gripping your hair as if he is hanging on for dear life.

You lower your head as far down as you can until it causes you to gag. Billy moves to pull your hair back with both his hands, watching your every move intently.

"Oh, I'm gonna, oh no, I'm gonna." He doesn't finish his sentence before you feel his cock pulse I'm your mouth as his seed shoots down your throat.

You make sure to swallow everything he gives you and then rise to your feet. He sits on the stool face flushed with beads of sweat on his forehead.

"I bet you really need that pack a smokes now, huh?" You say cheekily as you walk back around to the back of the counter.

Billy is still speechless sitting on the stool, and he hasn't moved an inch yet. Only his eyes are following you around the room.

You go back over to him, sitting in the stool and handing the pack of cigarettes to him. He stares at the pack blankly, not moving.

You giggle, taking his hand and placing the cigarettes in them. This contact seems to wake him up, and he looks at you.

"T-thank you"

You smile sweetly at him. "I have to finish closing this place up now.

"Oh yeah, sure i should....." he looks down and gets himself back into his joggers.

"I should probably get out of your way then," he stands up. He looks over at you like he wants to say something else but can't bring himself to do so. He walks to the door and opens it to step out.

"Billy?" He stops and looks at you.

"I expect to see that happy smiling man back in here. I have a surprise. I can't wait to give him"

Billy dawns a giant cheeky grin that lights up his face.

"I think he will be coming to this store often"

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fan-goddess · 5 months

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For kinktober:

Billy Washington x face sitting

Modern Aemond x getting caught

Tom bennettt x public sex

would adore if you could do these, I love your writing so much! 💕

Authors Note: thank you for these love and the compliment! Gonna do the Billy Washington x face sitting one here and I’ll do the other ones separately so it’s just easier. Thank you for waiting for this as long as you did, I realised I sort of did them in the wrong order ha still boo you like these ♥️

Warnings: Praising, f oral, face sitting, teasing, hint at m oral, (if I miss any let me know)

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You and Billy had been dating for quite some time now, and for the whole time, you’d noticed that he��d always been eager to please.

Whether that was with a nice hot cup of tea when you got back from a stressful day at work, or even just calling the local Chinese place for food when he could tell that you were too tired to try and attempt to cook anything that night.

It was also unsurprising to the both of you when you realised how eager to please Billy was in other areas of your relationship too.

“I’m back love!” You yell, chucking off your coat onto the hook and flinging your messenger bag somewhere by the sofa, before walking to the direction of the bedroom.

“Hey babe” Billy smiles, sneaking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, so he can give you a quick affectionate kiss on the forehead.

“How was your day? Did you chat to Lana? I swear she said something about calling you sometime today… or it may have been tomorrow?” You muse, dragging Billy to the bed and laying down next to him, humming slightly in content as his arms wrap around you once more as your head rests on his chest.

“Yeah, spoke to Lana earlier. She’s doing alright for herself. Had a couple dates with that fella of hers and got another tomorrow. Had a call of the job centre too. Some mechanic place is hiring for apprenticeships and stuff and I got an interview next week.”

“Billy thats bloody brilliant!” You grin, bringing your hands up to cup his face before practically yanking him in for a deep kiss, chuckling slightly against his lips in amusement as you feel how eager Billy is for your kisses and general affection.

“I’ve got no work to do, so I’m free all afternoon for whatever you desire my love.” You grin, a mischievous smile painted on your lips as Billy’s own face turns a light shade of pink from bashfulness. It’s always fun teasing him and seeing the way he gets.

“Well, there is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while. Since you’ve been saying about me taking charge more-“

“Billy I don’t care if you’re more submissive or dominant in this relationship! I just care about you not thinking you need to bend over backwards for me! Cause I’ll be here no matter what kinks you suddenly pull out! Well, I will run for the actual hills if you suggest anything feet related, but that’s a different matter-“

“It’s not fucking feet love!” Billy laughs, the noise making your chest practically ache from happiness as the stress seems to somehow physically drain from his face.

You always loves Billy’s laugh. The small barely noticeable stress wrinkles you never tell him about seems to magically smooth away, and almost make him look strangely innocent.

“It’s… well… I wanted to maybe have you sit on my face…”

“You want what?” Your eyes furrow at Billy’s murmur. But when he repeats it louder and clearer, your breathes go ragged and you can already feel your legs clenching together in anticipation.

“I want you to sit on my face. So I can eat you out, till you can’t take it anymore…”

“Oh…” You hate how breathless you sound. But the thought of Billy doing that to you is doing too many unholy things to your head that you can’t help but bite your lip in deep thought. “Yeah… I think we can definitely do that baby.”

“Good!” It’s so precious how he smiles so bashfully in front of you. He’s like a whole new man. Like he didn’t just suggest something that made your face blush bright red from his request mere moments ago. “So get on my face now.”

Your heart feels as if it could explode with how hard your blood was pumping to your face right now, but you can’t help but nod eagerly to Billy’s demands and quickly strip yourself nude, your clothes flying all over the room as you focus on Billy, and Billy only.

You’re awkward in your movements at first, never having a man do this so intimate thing with you before, and yet Billy takes this in stride. Before you can even get to sit yourself on his chin, he grabs at your thighs and clumsily forces your whole body on his face, where you can’t help but grind slightly on as one of the most intense feelings of your life hits you.

It’s strange, to have Billy’s wet warm tongue piercing your wet cunt, and to have his nose simultaneously nuzzling your clit, but it’s amazing, perfect, and is honestly making you feel practically delirious.

Yet even with the intense feeling, the worry of suffocating your beloved boyfriend is more important. So when you try to lift yourself up a bit to give him some room to breath, you find yourself letting a loud sigh of surprise and pleasure as Billy only goes and pulls you straight back, holding your legs even tighter in his grip to stop you from moving.

“Don’t move again…” Billy murmurs, “Fucking gorgeous…”

You can only sigh in agreement, and can’t help yourself from grinding further on Billy’s eager face, completely disregarding your earlier worries. Your hands clasp desperately where they can, which in your case, is Billy’s shaggy hair that tickles your lower half slightly. Though when you tighten your grip slightly, you can feel Billy groan slightly as he eats you out, seemingly aroused by your tight grip on his body.

You quickly begin whining in approval though. “Fuck Billy so good for me!” Adoring the way he becomes to desperate to hear your praise, and the way his actions seem to quicken to appease you.

His own groans of pleasure may be muffled, but they certainly are enthusiastic, as the vibrations somehow seem to only heighten your pleasure.

You can feel the bed shake slightly, and when you turn your head slightly to look behind you, your mouth falls open on its own accord as you see Billy’s hard cock straining in his underwear. His hips even mimicking small thrusts in order to get some kind of stimulation for himself.

It’s almost endearingly amusing to you to see the small wet patch forming in his underwear from his own arousal. You think he could almost cum alone from eating you out. A thing you soon almost find yourself doing as Billy’s movements get rougher.

“Oh my god I’m gonna cum Billy!” You whine, your grip on Billy’s hair becoming rough as the knot in your stomach tightens, on the brink of bursting, only spilling over when you begin to rut your pussy on his willing mouth like a woman possessed.

It’s so intense, that you find yourself somehow more aroused and yet thankful with Billy’s tight grip on your thighs, that turns almost bruising as he makes sure you don’t almost fall off his face. And when your legs begin to cramp and you move to lay beside your lover and properly look at him, your breath feels like it’s been swept away as you see your juices shining all over his face.

You can feel your face burn red in embarrassment, covering your face with your hands as you try to hide your shyness. “Billy, you’ve got well, me all over your face love…”

You can hear him hum slightly and when you peak through your fingers to see what he does, your legs unconsciously clamp together seeing his tongue trying to pick up as much of you as he can, his fingers too trying to catch any he was unable to get with his tongue.

“You’re gonna kill me someday Billy Washington!” You grin, moving to give him a firm kiss on his damp cheek, and giggling when you see his beautiful bashful smile. The Billy you’re used too, the submissive Billy, coming back to you right before your eyes.

Speaking of your eyes, they once again trail to Billy’s crotch, where his cock still strains against the fabric of his pants with a distinct wet patch still drawing your main attention.

“Do you want me to help you out with that baby?”

“Only if you want to darling.”

Your hand teases the outline of him, your smile smug as he whines into the air. “Of course I want to sweet boy, I’d be crazy not to.”

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quicksilversg1rl · 1 year

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Only One Bed

Peter Maximoff x Fem Reader

Warnings: smut, dry humping, Peter being obsessed with readers boobs, sort of sub-Peter?? I think that's all :)

Also, we’re all just going to pretend that morning breath is not a thing, okay? Kool.

You and Peter were both X-men and at the moment the X-men had to lay low. There had always been a sort of tension between the normal humans and mutants despite Charles saying things were getting better.

The government was certainly not happy with the X-men right now, Washington was completely trashed as the X-men were fighting an extraterrestrial threat and instead of thanking them for saving the world, the Government blamed them.

So, there they were, standing in front of some dingy motel to lay low for a couple of days till Charles could get the government back on the mutant's side.

Peter’s arm was draped around your shoulder, leaning onto you for support. He had a nasty gash right in his abdomen that needed to be attended to immediately.

“Hey Jean, could you get a room for Peter and I, I really needed to look at his cut and bandage it up.” She smiled towards the two of you as you waited for her to give the rooms key. She handed the key over to you as you mustered up your strength to carry him to the elevator.

“Peter, I know you’re not feeling too good right now but I’m going to need you to help me a bit. Can you try and walk maybe?” He just shook his head and pushed it further into the crook of your neck. You looked at Kurt and asked him if he could help the two of you to your room. He happily said yes and in the blink of an eye you were in your room. You quickly thanked Kurt and then turned to set Peter down onto the bed. That was when you realized, there was only one bed in the room.

You looked back at Peter and lightly tapped his cheeks, his eyes steadied themselves onto you and you smiled.

“Pete, could you take your suit off please.”

He sat up as he took off the top part of his suit, revealing his toned chest and torso. You looked at the cut and luckily it wasn’t that deep.

“Okay, I’m going to clean it and bandage it; how are you feeling?”

“I’m good how about you? You feeling okay?”

“Peter I’m perfectly fine now let me just get some rubbing alcohol and some bandages.”

You went to grab the first aid kit you carried around and grabbed a cloth, you quickly went to the bathroom and wet the cloth.

You made your way towards the side of the bed and knelt down, dabbing the wet cloth along the cut, not too close to it but just to clean the area.

“Okay, Peter this next part is going to hurt like hell so yea sorry bout it.”

He nodded his head and grabbed one of the pillows on the bed.

You quickly got to wiping the cut with a cloth that had some rubbing alcohol on it, you could hear Peter groaning in pain as you continued to disinfect the cut. You quickly wrapped a bandage around the cut, and you were done.

Peter sighed in relief as you sat at the end of the bed.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick then go down to the vending machine and get myself something, you want anything?” You asked already knowing what his answer was going to be.

“Could I get a twinkie pleaseee.” You gave him a smile before walking towards the door.

Once you were at the vending machine you got what you needed and was about to go back to your room when Scott stopped you.

“How’s he doing?”

“The cut wasn’t that deep, and I bandaged it up pretty fast so he’s good.”

“That’s good well hope you guys have a good night.”

“You as well Scott.” You said as you were making your way to the elevator with a twinkie and a bag of chips.

You came back to your room and upon entering Peter was no longer on the bed but on the couch.

“Why are you on the couch?”

“Since there’s only one bed, I figured I’d take the couch.”

“Nope, I’m taking the couch Peter.”

“Jesus, okay how about we both take the bed, it’s big enough for two and we’ll be fine, nothing wrong with sharing a bed with your best friend right.”

“Right.” You said, offering him a smile. You threw the twinkie towards him before going into the bathroom. You changed into something to sleep in which coincidentally was one of Peter’s shirts.

You walked out of the bathroom, the shirt barely covering your thighs. You quickly made your way to what would be your side of the bed for the night.

You got under the covers and Peter offered you a warm smile. You could feel your cheeks heating up at the action and you had no clue why. You and Peter had spent plenty of time together before this, sure you two had never shared a bed for an entire night but that’s not something to get flustered about.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Peter spoke up.

“Goodnight, Y/n thanks for taking care of me.”

“Goodnight Peter.”

You both turned your lights off and turned on your sides so your backs were facing each other.

You had no idea how long you were just lying there staring into nothingness. You could hear Peter’s steady breathing and thought he was fast asleep already, till he spoke up.

“Hey Y/n.”

“Peter?”

Before he gave you another answer you felt him move around in the bed and you realized he had turned around. You did the same and soon the two of you were facing each other. Your faces were so close you could practically place a kiss onto his lips.

“I’m having trouble sleeping and uhm I just wanted to ask if you, uhm if you maybe-”

You heard him clear his throat before finally muttering out what he had been trying to stay.

“Do you maybe wanna like cuddle? if ya don't wanna it’s cool I just figured maybe that’ll help us fall asleep.”

“Sure Peter.”

Next thing you know, you were both laying on your sides, Peter’s head buried into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist and your hands intertwined with his.

Your cheeks were burning, and you were one hundred percent sure you were red all over.

Peter mumbled a quiet ��goodnight’ into your neck, and you said the same and in no time the two of you were asleep.

Morning came quickly and to your surprise you had slept well. The morning sun was peeking through the curtains of your and Peter’s shared motel room. As your eyes were opening you began to feel something poking at your ass. Your cheeks immediately became flushed. You tried to move and get out of his grasp, but immediately froze when he thrusted his hips into your behind and tightened his arms around your waist.

You frantically started tapping his face trying to get him to wake up and after what seemed like the hundredth tap, he finally started to wake up. He removed his arms from your waist and rubbed at his eyes.

“Jesus Y/n it’s too early to be awake why aren’t we still sleeping.” said Peter as he let out a yawn.

“Trust me I would love to be asleep right now too, but your friend woke me up.” you said as you motioned towards the blanket. The boy was confused out of his mind, scrunching his face up trying to figure out what you meant by ‘friend’.

“Did Scott knock on the door or something?”

“No Peter I me-”

“Or did Kurt poof in here or something, he’s always doing that to scare m-”

“Oh my God! Peter your dicks hard and you were shoving it up against my ass!”

As soon as the words left your mouth, Peter felt it and his face dropped.

“Y/n I am so so sorry I didn’t even realize I was doing it, I- just I’m so sorry-”

“Peter calm down it’s fine it’s normal I guess, and plus you were asleep so how could you have known right?”

He just nodded his head and soon the room felt silent. You suddenly became very aware of how beautiful Peter was and all the feelings you told yourself you’d bury came rushing back in that moment.

On the other hand, Peter was trying so hard to make his boner go away but with the way you looked in his shirt and the very vivid dream he had of you that caused this problem in the first place his dick just felt like it was getting harder.

Peter immediately got up to try and go to the bathroom but before he could even try and use his mutation to get to the bathroom and try and get this all over and done with you stepped in front of him.

His pants grew even more tight with the way you looked down at him as he was still seated on the bed, and you were between his legs.

“I could help you with that.” You said, motioning to his very obvious boner. You had no clue where this confidence was coming from but you kinda liked it.

Peter had no clue what to say, he’d been dreaming of this moment for so long and it was finally happening.

“Uh are you sure- I mean yea if-if you wanna-”

Before he could even process what was happening you pressed your lips to his. He immediately kissed back and brought you down onto his lap. The kiss was messy, teeth and tongues clashing and soon you moved your lips towards his neck, sucking bruises along the way.

Peter threw his head back in ecstasy, his cock feeling like it would explode any second now.

“Y/n please, it hurts so much.”

You moved your lips back up to his, silencing his begging. You swallowed his groans as you grinded your hips into his; you pulled away from the kiss and was met with Peter’s face twisting in pleasure.

You quickly moved to pull your shirt from over your head and threw it somewhere around the room. Once Peter realized your shirt was off his jaw dropped at the sight of your chest.

��You’re so beautiful, can I touch them?”

You nodded your head, and his hands immediately went to groping your tits. He played with both of them, taking your right nipple into his mouth while flicking the other and showing it just as much love. You continued rolling your hips onto his bulge and a few moans escaped as he suckled on your nipples.

“Peter don’t-don’t stop, it feels so good.” You said while gripping a few strands of his silver hair. He looked up at your praise through hooded eyes, your nipple still in his mouth; once you caught the sight you felt your release nearing. Desperate to release, both you and Peter started humping each other faster, you grinding into his crotch faster than ever and him thrusting up, meeting your thrusts.

“Y/n I’m coming please, please don’t stop.”

You quickly placed your lips back onto his, slipping your tongue into his mouth. The pleasure became all too much for Peter and when you started pulling on his hair, he lost it.

As you were moving on top of him you felt the wet patch from Peter coming, wetting his underwear and yours as well; this in turn triggered your release and you rode out your high, slowly grinding down onto Peter.

Your body collapsed down on top of his and once your chests were touching his arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you in even closer.

The two of you just lied there in perfect silence, the only sound being the sound of your heavy breathing from your previous activities.

You felt Peter place a kiss onto your head and you looked up at him and smiled.

You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck and let out a content sigh before slowly lulling back to sleep; you and Peter feeling safe in each other's arms.

#peter maximof x reader #peter maximoff #Evan Peters #evan peters fanfic #evan peters smut #x-men #x-men apocalypse #peter maximoff smut #peter maximoff fanfiction #ahs #I LOVE EVAN PETERS #evan peters fluff #only one bed #evan peters characters

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Jasper Hale///My Werewolf is My Soulmate

Request By: @characterxreaderimagine Jasper Hale: Fem! Reader is the new girl in town who is a werewolf and Seth's older sister and jaspers mate then when jasper fells in love with her he tried every way to be close with her until she starts to have feelings for him.. but here's a little twist.. Bella is jealous of her and jaspers relationship because she and Edward aren't that sweet of a couple as the two are..

A/n Hey guys, sorry for the wait. I have been having headaches that barely went away yesterday and I have had. Block writers but I'm back and I hope that everyone loves this story again. Sorry. If you don't like the story, I'll redo it. Thank you for requesting

Warning: Jealous Bella I got carried away and made her jealous of the relationship

You were new to Fork Washington you were on your way to meet up with your little brother and the pack they all were excited to see you again after not seeing you in months

“You’re finally here.” Seth pulls you into a hug “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

“We're glad to see you again sister, it's been a long time. Jacob beamed. Yes, he calls you sister even if you're not related to him.

“I apologize for not visiting, I was occupied.” you smiled sadly

“There's no need to fret, sister. We're all happy that you're here.” Seth tells you

You let out a chuckle "where’s the others?"

"In the kitchen making your favorite food, let's take you to see them." Jacob helped you carried your stuff

"Guys, look who's here? your favorite person.” Seth announces with a smile.

“Sorry Seth, Jacob and you are not our favorite person, our favorite person is your sister.” Sam cackled not looking up at them

“Rude.” Seth mumbled. “But I wasn’t talking about us, I was talking about Y/n.”

Sam looked at you and smiled. “Y/n, You’re finally here the fun sibling of Seth.”

Seth crossed his arms and pretended to be angry. “Just because my sister is more enjoyable and skilled than me and that you all have fondness for her, doesn't mean you all can bully me.”

"Awe, is someone jealous of their sister?" you teased with a laugh

“Of course they all love you but what about me?” Seth pretends to fake cry

"Will it make it better? if I tell you that I love you more than them?" you whispered in his ear

Seth wiped off his fake tears "Heck yes sis, I love you more.”

“What are you whispering to one another?” Jared asked looking at both of you

“That she loves me more than you guys.” Seth smirks

"No, she doesn't." Paul says “she loves me more.”

“I apologize for interrupting, but we have some visitors.” Embry replied, annoyed

“Who's here? That got you annoyed?” Jacob asked confused on why he’s annoyed

Embry shook his head as he rolled his eyes, "it's Bella and the bloodsuckers.”

"Blood suckers? What is the reason for vampires visiting you all? and why is Bella with them?" You looked at your pack with an concerned look

Seth looks at you "It’s a long story that we're going to tell you about right now let's see what they want.”

Jasper's attention was drawn to the beautiful lady walking behind the Uley pack, He hadn't seen such a beautiful woman before

"What do you guys need?” Sam asked crossing his arms

“We're not looking for a fight if that's what you think.” A guy front of Bella answers

You were even more confused on what was going on between your pack and the vampires "can someone explain to me what's going on?”

“Y/n, when did you arrive?” Bella hugs you happily

You hug back with a smile "a while ago".

“Meet Edward Cullen, my boyfriend, and his adopted brother Jasper Hale.” Bella tells you

“It's a pleasure to meet you guys.” With a confused smile, you shook their hands

“It's a pleasure to meet you too darling.” Jasper kisses your hand.

Your brother pushed you behind him "please do me a favor. Don't call her that and tell us what you guys want?, if not, then leave.”

“Seth there's no reason for you to get mad at My brother for calling Y/n Darling.” Edward glared

He glared back "Maybe because she's my sister and I have to protect her from danger.”

“Maybe it's better for us to go. we can talk later.” Bella tries to break the tension between the pack and The two vampires with a smile

Edward looked over at the pack then at Bella “Fine we're leaving but later on we're going to talk about this.”

“Yeah, whatever you say.” Paul mumbled rolling his eyes

“Bye darling, hope to see you soon.” Jasper winks before leaving, making the pack mad.

"That heck he won't." Jared growls “You won’t either got it?”

You rolled your eyes in frustration.” It's not like I have any feelings for him or anything. I barely met him.”

Sam smiled. “That's good, don't go for guys like them. You deserve better than them.”

“I can tell that you liked Y/n I saw the way you were looking at her with love eyes.” Bella tells him

Jasper smiles, “Was it apparent? I feel like she's my soulmate. I really love her.”

"If she's your soulmate, then good luck with her brother.” She beamed, “he’s overprotective of her even if she’s older than him.”

“She's my soulmate whether he likes it or not, he can't do nothing about it.” He rolled his eyes

Bella could feel that she was pissing off Jasper, so she decided to keep her mouth shut as she saw Jasper asked Alice questions about you

“Jasper you're right Y/n is your soulmate I do see a future with her and you together.”

He looked over at Bella "see I told you that she was my mate now I'm going over to her house to spend time with her.”

Bella shook her head with a smile that as she and Alice watches him leave she could feel that something was bugging Bella

"Are you ok Bella? it looks like something is bothering you.” Alice softly asks.

She gives her a fake smile “Everything is ok. Just glad that he found his soulmate.”

"Are you sure?” Alice asks again

Bella stands up from the couch that she was sitting next to Alice "Yes now excuse me, I'm going to go visit my friends.”

Alice watches her leave with a confused look she knew that something was bothering Bella, but she wasn't going to worry about it Edward could deal with it later on

And she was only happy that Jasper found his soulmate already. That wasn't going to get in the way just because something is bugging Bella.

“Did you miss me, darling?” A voice asks behind you

You turned to see that Jasper was holding flowers in his hand with a smile on his face

“What are you doing here? if my family sees you here they won’t be happy about it.” You crossed your arms

“Just came to see my soulmate.” he said, giving you the flowers that he got you

You gave him a confused look as you took the flowers “your soulmate?”

He nods with a smile “yes we’re soulmates we’re meant to be together.”

You laughed, making him frown. He wasn't joking about it. You stopped laughing when you saw that he was giving you a serious look “oh so you're serious?”

He nods again with a smile. He didn't care that you laughed at him. If he was you he would laugh too. “Yes, I asked Alice to confirm if you were my soulmate and she said Yes.”

You looked down at your watch to see that any minute your family was going to come and catch you talking to Jasper in which it made you frown since you didn’t want him to leave you stop Y/n you don’t have feelings for him or do you?

“Is something wrong darling you seem a little too worried?” Jasper asks worry

You shook your head hiding the fact that you do like him “no I was just seeing that they should be here any minute.”

His smile turned into a frown, “so you want me to leave?”

You froze you didn’t want to answer the question, but if you don’t your family will be here any minute and they’ll catch you with him either way so answer quickly

“If they see you here they won’t be happy about it.” You tell him

He smiles again “so you don’t want me to leave right? Don’t worry I’ll let them know that we’re soulmates.”

You grabbed his arm “no it’s better if you go I’ll just tell them I think it’s better if they heard it from me.”

Jasper felt sad he wanted to stay longer with you. he wanted to get to know you better now since your his soulmate soon to be wife. he wanted to tell pack how happy he was knowing that you and him are soulmates.

But he knew that you were right the pack would be happy if they heard it from you

He kissed your cheek “ I just wanted to show them how happy I am knowing that we’re meant to be but you’re right they probably will be happy if it comes from you.”

“I hope so.” you whispered to yourself

You told your family about what Jasper told you, but they end up laughing and telling you to stay away from him and his weird family talking about soulmates

Even the despite of your family telling you to stay away from them you decided to start seeing him in secret

“So your family doesn’t believe that we’re soulmates?” Asked Jasper

You shook your head “no they laughed once I told them and asked how it is possible for a werewolf and a vampire to be soulmates?”

“Since they don’t believe us, I can tell Alice to prove to them that we’re soulmates.” Jasper suggested

You bit your lip softly, “probably that will work but even if it does they won’t let us be together.”

“Why not? We’re meant to be, they can’t do anything about it, we're going to end up together either way.” Jasper tells you

“Y/N what are you doing here with Jasper?” A angry voice asked

Jasper and you turned around to see your family with angry faces on their faces “so Y/n answers us? What are you doing here with him? I thought you were at a friend's house?”

“So you lied to us? about hanging out with a friend when you’re here with the bloodsuck so is he that one that you've been hanging out with?” Seth fumed

“We’re soulmates.” Jasper tells everyone

Seth rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms "Y/n told us but who can confirm it? who knows you might be lying.”

“Alice can since you don't believe.” Jasper tells him

“Oh, come on you think I'll believe her she's your family she'll lie for you just like you are.” Jared laughs as he shakes his head

“No, he's telling the truth, we're soulmates.” You added, “we’re going to be together whether you like it or not, you all need to understand that and that we are dating.”

He looked at you with a shocked look but then smiled "You all will be invited to our wedding.”

You took his hand and whispered in his ears "let's go.”

Jasper and you left holding hands happily while the pack watches in anger

The Cullen accepted you with open arms as they congratulated Jasper and you. Bella could feel jealous on her as she hasn't seen the family be this happy, not even when Edward told them that she and him were dating

Ever since Jasper and you made it known that you and he were in a relationship People have been relying on you and your boyfriend for relationship guidance instead of her and Edward, which is causing her jealousy because it's always you two. Not them

Your sweet relationship with each other caused her jealousy, as everyone seemed to love it, unlike her relationship with Edward.

Jasper's proposal to you caused her to become even more jealous, given that Edward hasn't asked her yet, She was more because Edward and she had been dating longer than Jasper and you, but now you'll be wed before her

“I love you my darling.” Jasper kisses your forehead

You smiled, “I love you more.”

Bella observes the happy dance of everyone, including Jasper, and you on your wedding floor.

#Twilight #twilight x you #twilight x y/n #twilight x reader #Jasper Hale #jasper hale x mate! reader #jasper hale x y/n #jasper hale x you #Jasper hale x Clearwater!reader #Jasper Hale x werewolf!reader

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Hi, if requests are still open and if you still write for Hamilton could I request an imagine where the fem!reader was Alex’s wife, they met and fell in love during the Winter's ball. And, she first met him when she was in the war (dressed as a man) but Alex never knew it was her until he found out himself. And maybe has a near-death experience fighting in a duel for any reason you want. And years later, she maybe becomes a lawyer/statesman or whatever as long as she's not a housewife and she finds out Alex had an affair and she like goes to Laurens for comfort but he ends up confessing he has loved her since day one when they met at the Winter's ball but saw she was so much happier with Alex (and it's kind of like an Angelica situation.) and how he would have never if he knew that was what Alex was going to do to her. And finally, he asked her to be with him. Also, could you please make the reader Washington's adopted daughter? I know it's a lot but even if you don't do it, thank you for just reading it. I just kinda wanted a lot of angst followed by fluff but since I can't stand the thought of having been with some who cheated on me and didn't love me, could you please make Alex still love the reader but realize if he wanted her to be happy, he would have to let her go and as soon as the Reader is thinking "You know what? I should forgive." He just dies. I feel bad for the Reader, not gonna lie. Thank you again. <33

Prompts: "May I have this dance?" (Hamilton to Reader) "Shit, are you bleeding?!" (Hamilton to Reader) “You need to leave. Right now.” (Reader to Hamilton) “You need to let her go.” (Anyone who seems right to Hamilton) "Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?" (Laurens to Reader) But hey, it’s up to you, I'm just giving suggestions on what I was thinking.

Note: And yes, in my fantasy world, Laurens doesn't die and is still alive in Act II.

😮😍 I love this request! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I hope you don't mind but I'm turning this into a two part.

warning: angst,character death,cheating

Why does love hurt so much? Pt. 1

I was reading my book in my room when my dad, George Washington, knocked gently against the door. Well if you want to get technical he's my adoptive dad. My biological parents when I was young and was sent to the orphanage when George and his wife ,Martha, adopted me. I closed my book and put it down and called out "Come in!" When Dad came in I immediately knew that something was wrong. He was fiddling with his hands and his eyes cast down onto the floor looking frantic. "What is it father?"

"Y/N I need to tell you something," I looked at him curiously while Dad was looking like he was trying to find the right words to say. "There is really no way to say this but I'm going to go to war." He said this quickly and nervously watching to see how I'll react.I didn't respond, not at first I looked at him with a blank expression trying to comprehend what he just said.

"What?" He remained silent like he was waiting for me to tell, scream, or do something. "Let me come with you, I can help!"

"No! You're not coming, it's too dangerous."

"But you're going! You will be there to look after me and you taught me to use a gun since I was ten!"

"I won't always be there to look after you, I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you. Just promise me that you won't follow me."

I sighed in defeat "I promise." Dad came up to me and hugged me. I hugged back thinking about how I lied to his face.

I put my hair that's now shoulder length and tied my hair up. I looked down at myself with my uniform on with bandages over my breast to flatten them out. I nodded at my reflection in approval before walking out of my tent. My dad found out that I was pretending to be a man to fight in the war immediately but he kept my secret.

I approached my friends Lafayette, Hercules, John, and Alexander. We became friends quickly, and no. They have no idea that I'm a woman and plan to keep it that way. There is one problem, I developed a crush on one of the four men. It's Alex, I couldn't help it. He's passionate, smart, and kind. "Hey James!" Hercules called over to me.

Yes James is the name that I chose because it was my biological dad's name. "Hi." I responded, lowering my voice and octive to keep from sounding too feminine. I sat next to Alexander and joined in on the conversation before we heard a loud noise. We all turned our heads to see what it was. It was the red coats, we sprung into action grabbing our guns.

There was death all around us with an overwhelming smell of blood but we had to keep moving I killed a couple men before they could kill me first. Then I was a man aiming for Alexander about to shoot, without thinking I shoved him out of the way and took the bullet. All I could hear was a distant yelling at the word "James!" He quickly rushed over and got in my field of vision. "Shit, you're bleeding."

"You need to leave. Right now." I responded not wanting him to find out. Alex ignored what I said and ripped my shirt off and saw the bandages being soaked with blood. He looked shocked at first but knew it wasn't the time to talk about it and used my shirt to apply pressure to the wound and rushed me to the medics.

#alexander hamilton #alexander hamilton x reader #hamilton x reader #hamilton musical #hercules #marquis de lafayette #john laurens #john laurens x reader #george washingdad #martha washington #george washington

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Cuddling and Care (Fanfic)

[Thank you for the love on the last one, so grateful! 😄 comment below if you want my wattpad user, I usually post there)

Sick in bed, Hamilton continued to write until his wrists became too sore to hold a pen. He laid there, bored as can be. He didn't like being ill. He was too weak and dizzy to do the things he liked, such as writing or running.

He turned over to the door of his room, his head aching. He missed Laurens, but he's unsure of how the other felt about him. Certainly not highly, considering he takes every opportunity to avoid him. But the redhead liked him. He was tall, manly, and was the only one who could understand his Caribbean accent. Maybe one day, in his stupid heart, Laurens would pick him up and kiss him all day and night.

His eyes felt heavy, everything was spinning.

"There's something not right."

"Doctor, cadet Hamilton has been asleep for about three days as of now. May you offer your best help?"

"He must be taken to medical immediately."

The soldier woke up days later, dizzy and fuzzy. He was clinging into something or someone. His eyes were blurry. He saw a face, a beautiful face. The face said something, but his ears were ringing too much to hear. He felt cold. He clung to the body.

"Laurens, do you adore me so?"

"More than anyone, my dear boy."

In his dreams, they kissed. They held each order. Laurens wasn't angry nor depressed. It was the only time he smiled. He wanted to be with him and never let him go.

"May we get engaged?"

"Yes!"

They will get married at sunset. Their eyes would lock as their lips would fuse together. They would touch each other's faces and bodies. They would have sex. They would have decades to love each other, and nobody could ever stop them.

It was on day ten when he was finally to know what was going on. All his friends were concerned, Washington had a stone-face, and the doctors had to keep their eyes on him 24/7. He was informed he had a severe case of Scarlet Fever. The tall body returned, looming in the shadows. He reached out for it. He saw it pause, unsure of what to do.

"May you come forth?" He asked with his arm reaching out to it.

His fever took hold, and he collapsed just as the body began to rush to him.

Stable enough to walk, he strolled outside, the cold air getting into his clothes. It felt so nice to finally not be ill after those miserable two weeks, though he knew another bout of winter illness would come eventually.

"Hamilton."

He paused, turning his head to the voice. He saw the tall body before, and now, he could see its features. Dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, scars.

"Laurens! What a pleasant surprise!" The taller walked up to him, his fingers trembling. "May you walk with me?"

"Yes, of course." His strange accent made his heart skipp a beat. "I need to speak with you if you would be so kind."

"Alright then."

He looked to the sides before having an arm around him. Hamilton tried not to blush as his soul did backflips.

"Before I begin, how are you feeling?" His voice was oddly gentle.

"Oh my, thank you for asking." He wanted to punch himself for his voice crack. "I am doing swell, though still a bit lightheaded."

He felt his grasp getting tighter around him. He blushed. "May we go back to our room, then? Mustn't faint on me."

The walk was silent. Hamilton wanted to jump up and down and wrap his arms around him. He didn't see how uncomfortable and almost frightened Laurens looked. They arrived and sat on the shorter's cot. He recently got a new one because all his possessions needed to be burned.

"What do you need to discuss, Laurens?"

"Please, refer to me as John."

Hamilton blushed so deeply that the other touched his face in fear of another fever, his heart beating fast. "Um, of course, John. Refer to me as Alexander."

John touched his shoulder again. The redhead felt so happy that he became slightly lightheaded. "Alexander, do you remember when you became ill and you awoke to someone by your side?"

"Yes?"

He took a deep breath. "That was me. I saw you in medical, I carried you to the tent." He looked away, tears swelling in his eyes. "I prayed."

"I always believed you held distain for me. You never spoke to me, nor did you want to be close to me."

John looked up. Hamilton gasped when he saw the big tear rolling down his face. He glanced at the other crying before, but this was the first time he's ever cried in front of anyone.

"I'm ill in the mind, I have a plague. I.." his big hands were trembling, Alexander went to hold them but stopped himself. "...I wanted not to have feelings for the fairer sex. I have feelings for the same sex." He wiped a tear from his eye.

The other, moved by the scene, chuckled. "Then you ought to be contagious." John raised his eyebrow, his heart now beating hard as well. "Lau-, I mean John, I happen to adore both sexes, and I just happen to adore you."

There was silence. Alexander felt feverish again. Did he say too much? Would John like him now? He slumped into Laurens, feeling warm arms around him and laying his heavy head on his shoulder.

"Are you well?" He never heard him sound so worried.

"Yes....just dizzy." He got up, bashful from embarrassment and the fact that John touched him in such a way.

Laurens chuckled nervously. "Alexander, you adore me?"

He took a breath. "Yes, I adore you as though you were a woman." It felt so strange saying it aloud. "Do you-"

"Yes, oh dear God, yes!" His voice was cracking with despair and desperation. "Since I've laid eyes on you! I adore everything you do, up to the way you care for your beautiful hair down to the way you hold the pens! I love you!"

It happened so quickly. Alexander hugged him, and the other did it back. Their lips smashed together. Hamilton became dizzy. This is all he wanted for so long. His body became heavy.

He woke up later that night, Laurens by his side. He looked miserable and frightened. He sat by him, his hands trembling.

"I thought I killed you!" He cried out as he stroked the curls that teased him for months. "You fainted!"

He sighed as he rubbed his forehead. "I'm well, I believe the excitement got to me." He blushed wildly as he stroked Laurens' scarred face. The other blushed as well.

"I'm so terribly sorry, I did not mean to harm you." His voice was gentle again. He put his hand on his pink cheek, his hand covering the entirety of it. "I would never harm you, my dear boy."

"Dear boy?" He was all smiles. "I love you."

That was the first time Laurens smiled. It was a beautiful smile of yellowish teeth and crooked teeth, a smile that lights up a dark room. "I love you as well."

John pulled him into a gentle embrace and led him to his lips. Alexander put his hands on his face to stroke his peach fuzz. They kissed. Laurens held him extra tight, just in case he fainted again. He bounced his red curls. He looked so beautiful. His long eyelashes and cheekbones looked almost like magic.

The taller pulled away, his arms still around him. "I love you."

"I love you so much." A tear ran down his face. "So much..."

His heart broke as he wiped it away with his big finger. "Mustn't cry..."

"You must be aware of this. When I was ill, I had dreams. Dreams, about you." His glance was gentle and warm. "You would hold me so tight to your skin."

"Such as this?" His heart felt hot with tenderness. Nobody had ever dreamt of him before.

He giggled, covering his mouth. "A bit closer, if you ought to know."

"Hm." He pulled his skinny body close to his stomach, Hamilton blushing from the warmth he ratied. "This?"

"Haha! Yes, yes!" He held his face in his hands. "Alas, it was you. It was always you. And now that we're together as so, it's-" the tears started again. "-a wonderful thing!"

Laurens kept smiling, rubbing his back. "It is so."

They embraced, kissed, kissed some more, and then just laid in the bed. Laurens had never felt so happy before. Love really was the key. Hamilton, at long last, finally got what he wanted.

"I love you, John." He whispered before he went to sleep. "I love you, I love you."

The other held him, protecting him from the cold. "I adore you. I cherish you." He kissed his forehead, his lips making a soft sound. "I love you, Alexander.

#fanfic #writeblr #writing #john laurens #alexander hamilton #hamilton musical #hamilton #hamilton fanfiction #historical lams #lams #fluff #nosad:)

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Good Omens Crowley and Aziraphale Reunited Playlist

In anticipation of Good Omens Season 3, here’s the “Crowley and Aziraphale Reunited and It Feels So Good Playlist.” We know our favorite demon and angel will be reunited. Take heart, have faith, and keep hope. Crowley and Aziraphale will be together again, like chocolate and peanut butter. This is music Maggie and Nina would put together in a playlist for a party celebrating the Crowley and Aziraphale’s relationship. The songs are about friendship and love.

How ever you as a fan define the love they share – eros, philia, or agape - we know Crowley and Aziraphale love each other. In the Good Omens universe, angels and demons are sexless and genderless. However, they can have genders and sex body parts if they want to. They can be sexual, asexual, binary, nonbinary, romantic, aromantic, hetero, homo, bi, pan. They can be any expression of the spectrum of identities and orientations. Above all else, they can love each other.

Maggie, Nina, Aziraphale, and Crowley are going to sing a karaoke version of “That’s What Friends Are For” at the party.

Please enjoy this unashamedly, unapologetically romantic, silly, sentimental, and sugary playlist (with extra cheesy goodness).

See note after list on song the selection process.

Songs include:

“You’re My Best Friend” – Queen

“Let’s Stay Together” – Al Green

“For Once in My Life” – Stevie Wonder

“Reunited” – Peaches and Herb

“Love and Happiness” – Al Green

“Ain’t No Mountain High Enough” – Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell

“That’s What Friends Are For” – Dionne Warwick, Elton John, Gladys Knight, and Stevie Wonder

“I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)” – Aretha Franklin and George Michael

“Can’t Fight this Feeling” – REO Speedwagon

“Time After Time” – Cyndi Lauper

“I’ll Be There” – Mariah Carey and Trey Lorenz version

“I’ll Stand by You” – The Pretenders

“I Say a Little Prayer” – Aretha Franklin

“I Honestly Love You” – Olivia Newton John

“God Only Knows” – The Beach Boys

“Don’t Let Me Down” – The Beatles

“Just the Two of Us” – Grover Washington, Jr., ft. Bill Withers

“Just the Way You Are” – Billy Joel

“Your Song” – Elton John

“How Deep is Your Love” – The Bee Gees

“The Air that I Breathe” – K.D. Lang version

“Time in a Bottle” – Jim Croce

“Up Where We Belong” – Joe Cocker and Jennifer Warnes

“Islands in the Stream” – Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers

“Endless Love” – Diana Ross and Lionel Richie

“Almost Paradise” – Mike Reno and Ann Wilson

“Leather and Lace” – Stevie Nicks and Don Henley

“Feels Like Home” – Bonnie Raitt

“In Your Eyes” – Peter Gabriel

“I Want to Know What Love Is” – Foreigner

“Never Tear Us Apart” – INXS

“Eternal Flame” – The Bangles

“Heaven is a Place on Earth” – Belinda Carlisle

“Walking on Sunshine” – Katrina and The Waves

“Never Gonna Give You Up” – Rick Astley

“Everlasting Love” – U2 version

“[I Can’t Help] Falling in Love with You” – UB40 version

“Let’s Get It On” – Marvin Gaye

P.S.: Aziraphale secretly loves romantic duets and rock ballads. He wouldn’t admit it because his personality is classical music. However, he longs to sing karaoke duets with Crowley. “Reunited,” “Ain’t No Mountain High Enough,” “I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me),” “I’ll Be There,” “Don’t Let Me Down,” “Up Where We Belong,” “Islands in the Stream,” “Endless Love,” “Almost Paradise,” and “Leather and Lace.”

P.P.S.: “Never Gonna Give You Up.” Crowley unironically loves this song, but he invented “Rickrolling,” so Rick Astley would get paid more in song royalties. Who’s laughing now?

P.P.P.S.: “Let’s Get It On.” Crowley has experienced all the infinite varieties of human, demonic, angelic, and supernatural being sexuality and intimacy. Like various “sins” thought up by humans (without demonic influence), he has taken credit for inventing some of the more fun, creative intimate activities. He consulted on the artwork in the Kama Sutra. Crowley secretly wants to snuggle under the blankets with Aziraphale on cold rainy days, but he would never admit it because it would ruin his reputation.

Note on song selection:

Yes, the playlist is exclusively classic pop and rock songs. I’m a Gen Xer. David Tennant and Michael Sheen are Gen Xers. Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett are Boomers. This is the music I grew up listening to. These songs make me feel good. They don’t write songs like this anymore. I’m a cool college English teacher. My job is to corrupt the youth of the nation. Ms. Myers is going to expose you to culture. I’m a cool spinster aunt. Auntie Amy is gonna learn you about oldies music. I selected songs that thematically fit with the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley. Listen to the lyrics. They fit. The list flows. You may not like my choices, so your mileage may vary. You can make your own playlist.

You can listen to it on YouTube.

#neil gaiman #good omens 2 #good omens 3 #aziraphale #crowley #playlist #reunited playlist #classic love songs

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everythingisconstant · 26 days

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your month = your song <cpt. John Price ver.>

songs describing your relationship with captain John Price based on your month of birth! (+ some extra lyrics)

Ghost's version

Just imagine this man in a white robe on sunny saturday morning, sippin' his dark black coffee and singing these lyrics to you... I think we all can agree that these songs are so Price coded and he sings and dance with you to them anytime

January

"Everlasting love" by Love Affair

"Open up your eyes, then you'll realize here I stand with my everlasting love

Need you by my side, girl you'll be my bride

You'll never be denied everlasting love"

February

"Can't help falling in love" by Elvis Presley

"Like a river flows surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes, some things are meant to be

Take my hand, take my whole life, too

For I can't help falling in love with you"

March

"Cheek to cheek" by Frank Sinatra

"Heaven, I'm in heaven

And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak

And I seem to find that happiness I seek

When we're out together swinging cheek to cheek"

April

"Stan by me" by Ben E. King

"When the night has come and the land is dark

And the moon is the only light we'll see

No, I won't be afraid, oh, I won't be afraid

Just as long as you stand

Stand by me"

May

"Careless whisper" by George Michael

"We could have been so good together

We could have lived this dance forever

But now, who's gonna dance with me?"

June

"Put your head on my shoulder" by Paul Anka

"Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby, squeeze me, oh so tight

Show me that you love me, too"

July

"Good old-fashioned lover boy" by Queen

"I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things

We can do the tango, just for two

I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings

Be your Valentino, just for you"

August

"Fly me to the moon" by Frank Sinatra

"Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore

You are all I long for, all I worship and adore

In other words, please be true

In other words, I love you"

September

"Just the two of us" by Grover Washington, Jr.

"To make those rainbows in my mind when I think of you sometime

And I wanna spend some time with you

Just the two of us, we can make it if we try

Just the two of us"

October

"Wouldn't it be nice" by The Beach Boys

"Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray, it might come true

Oh, baby, then there wouldn't be a single thing we couldn't do

Oh, we could be married, and then we'd be happy

Oh, wouldn't it be nice?"

November

"Sway" by Dean Martin

"Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have the magic technique

When we sway I go weak"

December

"Oh, pretty woman" by Roy Orbison

"Pretty woman walkin' down the street

Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet

Pretty woman, I don't believe you, you're not the truth

No one could look as good as you"

#cod men #cod mwii #cod mw2 #captain john price #john price #tf 141 #tf 141 x reader

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KATE BISHOP x READER

SEX EDUCATION (PART 1)

A/N: HELLO HELLO HELLO PEOPLE! FIRST THING FIRST HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I know I kinda disappeared and went M.I.A. for a while but I'm studying for a really tough exams and it's making me exhausted 😩

Anyway, I didn't stop writing! So here I am with a new chapter that will have a part 2 that I've already wrote and it only needs to be proofread (and a part 3 that I'm actually working on and maybe a few more parts if inspiration hits me!).

So enjoy! And don't forget to tell me what you guys think! ❤️

Sending love ❤️

Summary: Y/N and Kate got assigned to a new mission into an high school to find expose a few people selling illegal weapons, using their position to get away with it without consequences and getting caught.

Warnings: smut.

Word count: 17817 words.

Y/N sighed in fatigue after the umpteenth squat she did and let the heavy ball fall off her hands and onto the floor when Maria Hill entered the room calling her name. "Hey Y/N!"

"Hill! What a surprise! How are you?" Y/N walked over the bench where she left her towel and dumped her sweaty forehead as she watched Maria approach her with a small smile.

"Good, things in Washington are pretty crazy, I missed this place."

"Pftt, yeah, stay here for a couple of days and you’ll fly back to Washington in no time." Y/N joked before taking a large gulp of water as Maria laughed gently at her sentence.

"Oh please! A couple of days are too much! I’ll give her 5 hours." Y/N turned around with a snort when she heard Cassie’s voice coming from the gym’s entrance and her stomach lurched up into her throat when she noticed Kate standing beside her with a smug smirk on her face, mirroring the blonde’s one.

"Still too much." Kate butted in with a mischievous tone as she leaned with her left shoulder on the doorstep and crossed her arms under her chest, a gesture that made Y/N’s body set aflame and she thanked her workout and God she could use her workout to justify her red cheeks, as her smile grew bigger, "I’ll give her one hour."

"Keep doing this relentless teasing and I’ll go back to Washington in 2 minutes." Maria joked alongside the girls and made all them laugh heartily with her. "Anyway, I’m sadly here for just a week. Fury asked me to organize a few files and to assign you guys a few missions to work on. I’m starting with Cassie and Kamala. She is already waiting in my office."

"Oh no, called into the principal’s office. Good luck Cass." Y/N joked and dodged a bottle of water when Cassie threw one at her at her mocking while Kate laughed care-freely.

"Do not joke too much about it Y/L/N. You too Bishop. You two are next."

Maria left with Cassie right after, both sporting smug smiles when they saw the other two girls gulp loudly in fright as they met their eyes.

"Oh girls! Come sit!"

"First of all, do not call my parents okay? It was a stupid prank and it was all her idea!" Y/N continued to joke after letting Kate into Maria’s office and closing the door behind her, taking a seat right beside Kate in front of Maria’s desk and laughed loudly when Kate opened her mouth in outrage and slapped her shoulder with the back of her hand.

"You bitch! That’s how it is now? We agreed on sharing the blame!"

Maria shook her head at the two Avengers’ banter but laughed under her breath, she missed them so much. "Okay kids enough. As much as I love this, we need to discuss a few serious things. I have a mission for you two."

"Great! It’s been a month since my last mission and I missed going on the field to kick some ass!" Y/N clapped her hands enthusiastically and smiled at Kate, who sported her same ecstatic expression as she nodded at her in agreement.

"Well this time there are going to be no ass kicking, well in some way it can be involved but not that kind of ass kicking! Anyway, I’m rambling. Hm- speaking of going to the principal’s office, I need you to infiltrate into an high school in California. We had been keeping an eye on the principal and a few more employers there and we think they are involved in illegal arms traffic, including a few weapons that are not from this world and they are benefitting from their positions in the school to get away with it. We want you to find out how many people are involved and to stop them."

"Okay, it should be easy." Y/N nodded after grabbing the files Maria gave them as she explained their mission and skidded her eyes over quickly to gain as much information as possible while listening intently to Maria delivering their mission’s details.

"Yeah." Kate nodded in agreement as she read over the file and scrunched her eyebrow up in confusion when she noticed the file didn’t have her profile for the mission. "What are we gonna do? I don’t see my profile in here."

"Oh here." Maria gave Kate a paper before doing the same with Y/N. "The mission should last about 3 months."

"What?!"

"What?!" The two girls asked in confusion at the same time, moving their eyes from their profiles to Maria, not having enough time to look at their covers for the mission, too much in disbelief to have the time to read them.

"I know, I know. But it is important that you two will blend well with the school’s environment to not rise suspicion before taking action. You two will gain intel at first then will take action later on the mission."

"Ugh and I thought I was done being an high school student after graduating." Y/N sighed dejectedly and she grimaced at the thought of having to go back to the hellhole everyone calls high school.

"Well, you’re not gonna exactly be a student." Maria stated vaguely as she avoided Y/N’s curious gaze, making her move her eyes then on the profile and gasping loudly when she read her cover for the mission, making Kate look up from her own papers and meet her gaze curiously.

"I’m gonna be a teacher." Y/N spoke up with something Kate couldn’t exactly detect as she tried to read over Y/N’s papers.

"Well you got lucky, I will have to study all over again and go to class!" Kate whined comically, hoping to hear Y/N’s laugh but when she turned her head to look at her she found her face red as a tomato as she avoided everyone’s gaze. "What?"

"Really? Of all subjects you could’ve choose, that is the one you picked up?"

"I’m sorry! It was the only free spot in the school!"

"Can someone help me understand?"

"I’m going to be a sex education teacher."

"Oh."

After running over the details, Y/N and Kate went their separate ways to prepare for their mission since they have to leave in a few days. "Fuck. How am I going to function normally when I’ll have to listen to her teach about sex?"

Kate whined loudly as she stressed over the situation before falling face first on the bed and groaning into the pillow, "oh come on now, Kate Bishop. You should not worry about it."

"Really?" Kate lifted her head from the pillow and met the Russian’s gaze with her right eyebrow arched up expectantly, waiting for Yelena to explain further down her thoughts.

"Yes! You already don’t function properly around her, so I don’t see why trying to do that when she will talk about sex in front of you." Kate groaned at Yelena’s mocking and slammed her head back into the pillow, hitting her knee gently with her foot when she heard her chuckle beside her.

"I’m still trying to understand why I even try to ask for your help."

"Because I give pretty good advices Kate Bishop."

"I beg to differ. All you do is make fun of me and of my crush for Y/N."

"Because is very funny watching you make a fool out of yourself in front of her. I’m considering asking Maria to join you just to witness you struggling while she talks about vaginas."

Kate grunted in frustration and turned herself on her back to stare up at the ceiling while brushing her hair off her face, "I’m screwed."

"Only if you listen and put into practice those lesson Y/N will teach. Maybe ask her to tutor you." Yelena mocked and teased Kate some more and chuckled at her grunt on frustration before patting her head and laying beside her on the bed to discuss a bit more about the mission’s details and tease Kate about her crush on Y/N.

"No Pete, I’m serious! What do I do? Fuck! I can’t stand in front of Kate talking about sex!"

"I don’t see the problem Y/N/N. I mean it is embarrassing to talk about sex in front of horny teenagers that will probably laugh every time you will say something sexual-"

"Or like blush adorably just like you do every time I say clitoris. Ha! There it is!" Y/N laughed when she saw Peter look down at his wringing hands as his face flushed deep red.

"Anyway, you should really tell her how you feel Y/N/N. I saw how Kate is with you, there is no way she doesn’t feel the same."

"Are you crazy? No! I’m not compromising our mission because of my feelings for her. I cannot stand spend 3 months, maybe more if we need more time, with her avoiding me because she doesn’t feel the same and she rejects me after I confessed my feelings for her. I’ll just avoid her gaze in class and think about her not being in the room with me."

"And when you have to ask questions to the class and correct her papers?" Peter asked with a knowing tone, smiling proudly in advance, knowing he had a point.

"You’re right! Fuck, I’m screwed."

"Holy shit this house is huge!"

"Yeah, Maria said it had a panel control that will automatically split the house in two houses if someone comes snooping around to prevent them to suspect we live together."

"Wait, how do you explain a teenager living alone?"

"Tony created high technology holograms that will make your fake parents appear if needed." Y/N explained as she left all their bags in the living room and sprawled on the couch in exhaustion with a huff.

"Wow, they thought about everything." Kate sat carefully beside Y/N’s head and immediately started caressing her scalp when the girl scooted closer to her and leaned her head on her lap, humming in appreciation at the sweet gesture.

"Anyway, we should be safe. This house is far away from any snooping and nosey neighbors and we live right outside the city."

"You’re right. We’re just have to endure the hellhole that is school."

"Okay, do you want to review your cover?" Y/N asked as they made their way around the house to put their weapons safely all around it as they familiarized with the place.

"Yeah, sure. It will help us get into character. I’ll start then you’ll review your cover." Y/N nodded and let Kate talk, giving her undivided attention as they stopped their chores and sat on the couch, "I’m Laura Anderson, I just moved here from Boston. My dad is a bioengineer that just got a new job here, while my mom is a lawyer."

"Great! And I’m Elizabeth Williams, I am psychologist specialized in sexology. Ugh, this is gonna be so fucking embarrassing!"

"Go on! We’ll discuss about how much embarrassing it will be after your review." Kate interjected with a wave of her hand and snorted with a smug smirk when Y/N regarded her with an unamused look then laughing softly under her breath, "don’t make that face and do not even start laughing to mock me, go on, c’mon- hey! That rhymed!"

Y/N shook her head when Kate lifted her finger up in surprise at her rhyme and giggled softly, "okay! Hm- I’m from Georgia and I just moved here after applying for the job at our school."

"And-?" Kate pressed Y/N on with a big smile, something that made Y/N grunt out loud with a roll of her eyes, making Kate’s grin getting bigger at her exasperated gesture with fondness filling her eyes.

"And- fuck this shit, they accepted me right away because of my PhD about the many physical and phycological layers of a vagina."

Y/N’s face fell in an unamused look when Kate bursted out laughing as she leaned her forehead over and laid it on her forearm, leaning her elbow on the doorframe of the living room after she walked back from getting a glass of water, while Y/N stared at her with fake annoyance from her sitting position on the couch. "Oh my god, that was amazing."

"I don’t know why you find it so funny." Y/N grabbed a pillow and hit Kate with it when she continued to giggle after she sat right beside her and pouted at her childishly.

"I don’t find the research funny, I found your discomfort talking about it funny." Kate explained with a too sweet smile and teasing wiggling eyebrows, making Y/N grunt in frustration as she pushed her gently on her shoulder, making her laugh heartily in the process.

"I hate you Bishop."

"No, you don’t." Kate smiled brightly at Y/N and grabbed her pillow from her hands when she tried to hit her with it again and smashed it softly on her face instead and giggled when Y/N regarded her with a pointed stare and grunted at her, before squinting her Y/E/C eyes at her, making Kate smile innocently at her as she winked flirtatiously at her then put on a smug smirk on her lips, something that made Y/N loose focus for a few seconds, "I know for a fact that you love me. C’mon say it, say you love me."

"Pfft, yeah sure. Keep dreaming Bishop."

"Don’t try to play the badass card with me. You love me. Admit it, you big softie."

Y/N was trying really hard to let the butterflies flying around her stomach to calm down but Kate was right. She loved her. She was in love with her. But she would never admit something like that to her. She let a small smile roll over her lips when the archer started poking her ribs with her pointer finger as she tried to shield herself away, even though she only wanted to lean more into the archer’s touch, "if I say I love you, will you leave me alone?"

"Only if it’s an heartfelt admission." Kate smiled sweetly at her and attacked her with both her hands now as she tickled her gently.

"Okay! Okay! Stop! I love you." Kate stopped just a few seconds, letting her hands hover over Y/N’s stomach as she stared pointedly at her with her right eyebrow arched up in question, "I do! I truly dO NO STOP!" Y/N shrieked loudly when Kate let a shit-eating grin dust over her features before continuing her tickling attack on Y/N. "Okay! I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOU! KATE PLEASE STOP!"

"See?! It wasn’t that difficult." Kate laughed heartily at their playful banter and leaned her head on Y/N’s shoulder as she tried to regain her breath and sighing contentedly when Y/N rounded her arm around her shoulder and leaned them both back on the couch, cuddling softly one another, before focusing again on their files and covers for their mission that was about to start in two days.

"Good morning class! I’m your new teacher, Miss Williams. I know you guys will probably spend a lot of time in my class laughing your ass off about things we will discuss, but I just want to clarify a few things." Y/N wrote her name on the blackboard and turned around, met Kate’s eyes just a brief second before looking at the class staring at her wide eyed, "yeah I said ass. It’s not like we’re not gonna talk about it during this class." Y/N smiled at the class laughing at her joke and watched as Kate rolled her eyes fondly with small shake of her head and a knowing smirk. "Okay, no swearing in my class. I just wanted to make that joke." Y/N snorted as she clapped her hands before she walked over her desk and leaned her butt on it gingerly, "anyway, like I was saying, I know you guys will probably feel embarrassed or amused with a few, if not all of them, of the things we will cover in my class, but I just wanted to create a safe space here to talk seriously about sex. That’s why I’m here." Y/N smiled sweetly at the students staring at her with rapt attention and nodded softly, "also if someone of you makes fun of your classmates, will be sent right away to the principal. Do not make me do that. I want to be your teacher but also a friend with whom you can talk freely and seriously about sex. Now, here’s what we’re gonna do. Move all your seats to form a circle, c’mon." Y/N watched as the teens moved their seats around diligently and looked expectantly at Y/N now sat comfortably on the desk, "since this is your first day of school I wanted just to talk freely about a few things and include you guys in it. First thing first. This-" Y/N lifted a blue and green medium sized ball in her hand from behind her and showed it to the class, "is what I like to call my ‘talking ball’. I will pass it to one of you guys so you can answer whatever question I asked you, if you don’t know the answer don’t worry, just throw the ball right back to me and I will toss it to someone else or answer the question myself!" Y/N started to throw the ball all around her students, who seemed clearly invested in her lesson if their big smiles and eager behavior were anything to go by as they introduced themselves, asked questions and answered a few question from Y/N, before smiling warmly at Kate and throwing the ball to her.

"Hm, I’m Laura Anderson. I-I just moved here."

"Well, nice to meet you Laura." Y/N smiled a bit more to Kate before she threw the ball back at her to let a few more of her classmates to introduce themselves, "okay, now that we introduced ourselves, be patient with me. I may be young but I will need a few days to remember all your names!" Y/N joked as she rolled her eyes and tapped her temple gently, making the class laugh loudly. Kate had to admit Y/N was a pretty good actress. The more she watched her the more she noticed how much into character she was, not to mention hot as fu- what? Kate you can’t seriously think about that right now. She is supposed to be your teacher! My very hot, very distracting teacher though. "Let’s start with a few basic things about sex education. Do you guys know what a vagina is, right?" Y/N laughed alongside her students about her joke and watched as Kate imperceptibly rolled her eyes fondly at her, "from your laughs I assume you do! Anyway, let me start with dispelling a myth. You can’t actually lose something in there. The vagina is bounded at the inner end to the cervix-" Y/N lifted a book up and showed her students an image of a sectioned vagina and pointed to the aforementioned cervix, "and by the vagina’s own tissue. In other words it is not connected to other body parts. So nothing will ever go missing, it will just hurt a lot getting it out of it if something will ever happen." Y/N turned then a few pages and opened it to an image of a sectioned penis, "your penis is longer thank you think." A few murmurs followed by Y/N’s statement and she immediately stopped them with just a pointed stare at the boys smiling smugly, "like I was saying, around half of its length is stashed inside your body, but let me clarify that it just needs to stay this way to function properly."

Y/N continued to deliver a few random facts about sex, before deciding to include the class into her lesson and started asking a few simple question about sex, "okay Mia, can you tell me if it’s really possible to break a penis?"

The blonde girl grabbed the ball and squeezed it anxiously as she thought over the answer, "no?"

"Nope, it is actually possible. Don’t worry! It’s fine if you give me a wrong answer as long as you listen to the correct one!" The girl smiled in appreciation at Y/N and nodded as she listened intently to her explaining further, "it can actually happen to break it, usually during rough sex or when someone falls off the bed with an erection. It happens when you break the fibrous covering of the corpora cavernosa, that is a tissue that becomes erect when engorged with blood." Kate listened with rapt attention Y/N explaining all these things even though she knew she had to study them to make everyone believe she actually was a sex education teacher, "okay Laura, it’s your turn." Kate blinked a few times before grabbing swiftly and effortlessly thanks to her reflex - thank you archery - the ball that Y/N threw at her and forced her brain to work, "is it true that the clitoris has a lot in common with a penis?"

"Yes?" Kate asked more than answered and shivered copiously when Y/N regarded her with a proud smile.

"Very good! Can you tell me why?"

"Hm- no."

"It’s okay. It’s because it develops from an outgrowth in the embryo called genital tubercle. It is initially undifferentiated, but then it develops into either a penis or a clitoris for a vagina during the development of the reproductive system depending on the exposure to androgens, that are primarily male hormones." And right after her sentence the bell rang and all the kids groaned in frustration at the sound, "wow, I will make every other teacher jealous that my students wants to keep learning in my class."

Kate laughed alongside her classmates at her joke as she collected her things and walked over her next class, "have a good day Miss. Williams!"

"Thank you guys! Have a good day too!"

"I don’t know how you can talk so easily about sex without laughing or blushing." Kate admitted after taking a bite of the pizza they ordered and looked at Y/N incredulously as she chewed happily on her big bite.

"I don’t know actually. Maybe because I am acting."

"I would’ve definitely combusted when Troy asked ‘how do you know when a girl is coming?’. I almost did and I am playing a student."

"Oh my god I was about to laugh in his face! I had to restrain myself from commenting how, as usual, boys don’t know how to make a girl cum. But I had a small idea for tomorrow’s lesson."

Kate blushed at that and forced her face to not resemble a tomato right in front of Y/N, "what idea?"

"You’ll see."

"Okay guys! Yesterday Troy asked a really important question. I am not only making sure you know enough about safe sex and have it as safe as possible, I wanted you to know exactly how both your body and your partner’s one works! So I brought here with me something I used during my college days!"

Kate widened her eyes in surprise when Y/N lifted the cloth she placed on something on the desk and came face to face with a pretty faithful reproduction of a vagina and a penis, "what are those?" Kate turned her head around to her classmate Rose as she leaned over her chair to look at those two things on Y/N’s desk and stopped her mind from spiraling out of control and to get her head out of the gutter, especially when the main character of her dirty scenarios was right in front of her teaching a class.

"These are devices that replicate how a vagina and a penis work. Since Troy asked about how to know if your girl is coming and a lot of you seemed lost with my boring theoretical explanation, I’m giving you guys the opportunity to show your skills and to make this devices come! Wait that sounded wrong and weird! It sounded better in my head." Y/N grimaced and slapped her forehead with the palm of her hand, making the whole class laugh. Kate, despite putting up a façade and laughing along her classmates, was actually freaking out about this whole thing. It was already hard listening to Y/N explain the multitude of ways about how to make a girl come, but this? This was going to destroy Kate completely. "I see you guys a bit hesitant about all of this and since we have a pretty good relationship built on trust, I’m just gonna start first." Scratch that, this was going to completely ruin Kate - and of course completely ruin her panties, but let’s not focus on that now - .

"Hm, miss Williams?"

"Yes, Tracy?" Y/N turned around to the source of the sound and smiled warmly at the brunette with a lifted hand up, encouraging her to speak up.

"Do-do we have to work on both devices or-"

"Oh yeah! Good question!" Y/N clapped her hands and looked all around her students to calm their nerves down with a warm and comforting smile.

"Thanks."

"Okay." Y/N thought about her words for just a few seconds before grinning widely at the students all gathered around her in their chairs and looking at her expectantly with big, attentive, alert eyes full of curiosity but also a bit of fear and embarrassment, something that warmed Y/N’s heart at their obvious discomfort for the ‘test’ Y/N wanted to put them through during her lesson. She took a few more seconds to let silence wrap around them in a mix of comfort and awkwardness, keeping her students on their toes for good measure and for a bit of her own entertainment, meeting Kate’s curious but also a bit insecure eyes for just a brief second and forced herself on not winking at her, before sighing out loud and continuing with her train of thoughts, "if you want to, yes of course you guys can. But if you don’t feel comfortable around a vagina or a penis or both, just tell me. Don’t be afraid to talk about your sexuality and your preferences. We are like a family and family does not judge their members. Ever. Am I right guys?"

"Yes miss Williams!" Y/N was a bit surprised at the instant choir of voices following her sentence but smiled warmly at them, especially those guys whose were laughing and murmuring in amusement about a few things regarding sex the first day of school. Kate felt pride and love swell wildly into her chest at how thoughtful Y/N was and was being right now, how caring she had been since day one of teaching and how fucking good and hot she looked with her blue suit, half sat on her desk with her left leg bent and perched on it while she balanced her weight on her right foot planted on the floor and she had to literally restrain herself from putting aside those devices and show her classmates how to make a woman come with Y/N as a test subject. "I’ll start okay? So everyone will be comfortable enough to do the same if they want. Even though I had to work on both of them in college, I am gay. I like girls, so I would definitely like to work on this only. But, to show and demonstrate to everyone how these devices works, I will work on both of them for you guys." Y/N pointed to the fake vagina beside her and grinned encouragingly around the room.

"Oh no! Does it mean I lost my shot with you miss Williams?" Roy joked as he slammed his fists on his small desk dramatically, making Y/N laugh heartily alongside the class.

"I’m sorry Roy, I’m sure you will find your one and only. Keep searching, she will come up to you one day and you will be forever enchanted by her." Kate did a double take when she noticed Y/N looking at her with the corner of her eyes more than a few times, believing her brain was pulling a joke on her, but her mind pretty much short-circuited when Y/N looked at her for a brief second after finishing her speech, sending her the smallest of smiles she had ever seen before asking to the class, "okay, now, who wants to speak up next and tell us their preferences?" Kate looked around to make sure no one noticed Y/N regarding her small speech to Kate and sighed softly under her breath when they were all engrossed in Y/N teaching her class. Who would blame them? Y/N enchants everyone with her beauty and wonderful mind. Not to mention she is so fucking hot. Kate lost a few minutes of the conversation going around her, too much engrossed in daydreaming about Y/N, and came back to earth only when Y/N sighed out loud sadly as she grabbed her watch on her wrist with her thumb and pointer and middle fingers and looked at the time on the watch, "oh no, it seems we will not make it in time for everybody to work on the devices, so I’m splitting you guys in a few groups and we will separate your work on for the next classes."

Kate sighed out loud when she wasn’t in the first and the second group, she was just too much stunned to even function after their quick moment and her mind was too busy trying to analyze each word Y/N spoke to make sure she understood what Y/N was implying to partecipate in the conversation around her, so she stayed quiet as she thought about Y/N and her words. She was talking about me right? Why else would she look at me while speaking? Fuck I really do hope she feels something for me just like I feel something for her because this shit will make me go nuts for the rest of the day. I need to ask her if she was talking about me. Are you fucking insane?! No! Well not ask her straight away, maybe find some subtle way to ask it? Hm, I need to think about it thoroughly. "Okay then we have Torres, Anderson, Duncan, McGuire, Hart. You guys will be up on Thursday."

After deciding all the groups for their project, the bell rang and everyone placed their chairs back in place before gathering their things and walked out of the class to go to their next one, Kate being slower than usual since her mind was still racing miles a second as it tried to wrap around Y/N‘s statement and was the last one to leave the classe. Y/N winked subtly at Kate and snorted with a small shake of her head when the girl stumbled upon a desk and almost sprinted out of the class when she smiled awkwardly and nodded swiftly before exiting the class fast.

"There’s not way!" Kate stated incredulously while she staring at Y/N in shock as they shared their giant pizza they ordered for their Friday movie marathon night.

"I’m telling you it’s possible!" Y/N countered back before taking a large bite of her pizza, then continuing with her story, "I swear! I once saw Fury smile. Can you believe it?" Y/N looked bewildered at Kate as she lifted her hands in shock and watched the girl sporting the same expression as she tapped her face with a napkin to wipe away a bit of oil on her lips from the slice of pizza she just had.

"Fuck, I owe Yelena 10 bucks! He is human after all!"

"Lucky you!" Y/N snorted under her breath and shook her head with a small roll of her eyes at Kate’s sentence, as she thought back at the moment she saw Fury smile after a joke she pulled right in front of him, "Natasha bet 50 bucks he would laugh eventually to one of my jokes. I still think she made a deal with him and made him fake laugh at my joke only to have 50 bucks. I am still in shock he fucking smiled at my joke. He smiled. Okay, it was small and brief, but it was still a smile. It counts as a normal human activity right?"

"Don’t ask me! I’m still trying to recover from this life changing information." Kate joked, making Y/N laugh heartily at her.

"Well get ready for the next news because it’s cute but also shocking."

"Shoot."

"I saw your English teacher make out with the History teacher in the janitor’s closet."

"Oh really?! I KNEW IT! Ugh I’m too good as a detective."

"You should’ve seen their faces when I entered the teacher’s room with those devices." Y/N pointed behind herself at the devices placed on the table, making Kate look at them just a second before flushing almost imperceptibly at the dirty thoughts plaguing her mind. "Mr. Ford was actually curious about my lesson with those devices and when I explained the process to make the device come, Mr. Pierce looked down at his pants while Miss Dawson blushed as red as a tomato. It was the highlight of my day."

"Oh my god! Are you serious?!"

"Yeah, I didn’t know if I wanted to feel embarrassed for them or smile mischievously at them."

"Oh shit, this is huge and also gross!" Kate grimaced after her brain tried to imagine the two teachers together, making Y/N laugh at her antics.

"I know, right?!" Y/N smiled incredulously at Kate after taking another bite of her pizza and laughing alongside her when she both shivered visibly and let out loud ‘ew’s at the thought of the two teachers together, having sex somewhere into the school. They stayed in silence a few more seconds before Y/N leaned over to take a sip of her water, placed her glass back on the coffee table and regarded Kate with a mischievous, cheeky and smug smirk, "can you imagine it? Can you believe it?! Maybe they had sex on your desk and you wouldn’t even know!"

"EW! Y/N/N! You little piece of shit!" Y/N laughed her ass off as she didn’t even try to shield herself from Kate’s attack, letting her beat her with a couch pillow. "Do. Not. Do. That. Ever. Again."

"Okay I won’t, I promise!"

Kate giggled under her breath after she chanced another withering glare to Y/N, who smiled innocently up at her, and pushed on her shoulder gently when she caved in with a soft sigh. "Besides, they could’ve had had sex right on your desk, maybe even on your chair."

"Oh no!"

"Payback, bitch!" Kate laughed evilly before morphing it in a soft one when Y/N crossed her arms under her chest with a pout and grunted out in protest. "Oh c’mere, you big baby."

Kate bopped Y/N’s nose with a pout of her own before cuddling into Y/N’s arms instinctively and almost automatically when the girl uncrossed her arms and opened them to welcome the archer into her body comfortably. "Let’s stop talking about those two, it freaks me out."

"You have yourself a deal miss Y/N Y/L/N." Kate stretched her hand over and clasped it around Y/N’s one dramatically, making the Y/H/C girl laugh heartily at her childish behavior. "But seriously, where did you find those things?"

"You mean those incredibly accurate devices?" Y/N trailed off and kept going only when Kate nodded gingerly at her question, "Shuri created them for me."

"Did you seriously ask Shuri to create two devices resembling a vagina and a penis?" Kate asked in a mix of merriment and bewilderment as her eyebrows lifted up in question and her smiled broadened, meeting Y/N’s amused eyes.

"No." Y/N giggled at the question and shook her head softly, "I asked her to create some kind of interactive things like a program to do an interactive quiz in class. But Shuri being Shuri, she created those things after she found out I was a sex education teacher in an high school."

"Oh yeah, now it makes perfect sense." Kate laughed heartily at the new piece of information Y/N just delivered and nodded as she tried to imagine Shuri as she found out Y/N’s cover for the mission, then discarded the thought about her knowing her crush on Y/N, her being one of her students and making her create and make those devices to make her brain short-circuit if and when Y/N used them in front of her and the whole class for a demonstration and show them how to use them and to make her combust from too much sexual tension. It was already so difficult behave in front of her in class when she talked about how to make a woman come, when the only thing she wanted to do was to walk over to her and make her come to let the whole class understand it completely, adding more things to make her and turn her in a flushing, mush, gay mess wasn’t going to do good to her sanity. "It is clear now that she is the one that made them. But I mean, she did a really good job! They are really similar to the real vagina and the real penis."

"Yeah, that’s what made them something that Shuri created." Y/N chuckled as she eyed those things a few seconds before she acted on a wicked idea that passed through her mind before questioning it and discarding it after being too scared to act on it. She was done waiting. "Do you want to see how they works?"

"What?" Kate widened her eyes in shock at the question as her brain exploded right on the spot. "A-are you showing favoritism in your class?!" Kate pulled herself away from their cuddling position to sigh out loud and lean a hand on her chest dramatically as she patted herself on the back at her witty come back after she forced herself to act cool and felt pride swell in her chest as butterflies flew around her stomach wildly when Y/N leaned her head back to laugh loudly at her comeback.

"Me? Absolutely not! I’m just offering to tutor one of my students." Y/N countered back smugly as she turned her body more towards Kate as she leaned her right arm on the headrest on the top of the couch.

"If I remember correctly, I am your best student in your class." Kate decided to prolong their banter a bit more and broadened her grin when Y/N rolled her eyes while she sat up to go get the devices and bring them towards them and place them on the coffee table. "Can-can you only bring the v-vagina?" Damn Bishop, never stutter in front of your crush, especially when the word vagina is in the sentence!

"I mean, yeah- but I though you were more interested in y’know- this." Y/N pointed to the fake resembling penis on the table and Kate watched as a small blush settled on her cheeks and ears while a quick glint passed too fast through Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes for Kate to dwell on it and opened her mouth to counter her statement back but Y/N stopped her as she spoke up again and started word-vomiting her spiraling thoughts, "oh yeah! Of course! You don’t need to understand how this works since you already know it!" Y/N stated matter-of-factly as she bumped the heel of her hand on her forehead like to silently tell how stupid she was for even asking why Kate wanted to experiment on the fake vagina, but it only made Kate furrow her eyebrows in confusion at that statement.

"Oh please, I’ve never touched a penis and I sure want it to stay that way, even if it is only a device resembling it."

"Oh yeah, su- wait what? Really?" When Kate nodded as she puffed her chest proudly, Y/N’s confusion only deepened on her features, "hold on, you’re not straight?!"

"Hm no?! What the hell made you think of that?" Kate asked horrified at the mere thought of Y/N being sure she was straight and stared at Y/N shock.

"W-well you never said anything about liking girls and you are always complaining about those boys trying to sweep you off your feet at your mother’s parties."

"Yeah, because they don’t get a fucking no as an answer. Not even when one of them asked me on a date while my tongue was in a cute but really hot blonde’s mouth right in front of them." Y/N tried to cover her blush at Kate’s sentence and busied herself with wringing on her fingers anxiously to distract herself from her heart beating wildly into her ribcage from the jealousy triggered by Kate’s admission about kissing a girl at her mother’s party and at the possibility of having Kate like her. Of course if ever Y/N was her type - little did she knew she totally was, witty, funny, loyal, professional when needed, goofy and extremely attractive. - .

"Oh, well I guess we won’t need this." Y/N spoke up after she let silence wrap around them for a few seconds and decided to be as brave as she ever was and grabbed the device resembling a vagina over the coffee table. "I touched a penis once and it was an enough traumatizing event. I won’t let that happen again." Y/N joked as she sat beside Kate and felt her stomach flip over itself when Kate giggled cutely as she pushed on her shoulder gently. "Okay, Shuri told me the devices have a program that is based on the average responses a woman has during sex and the average time a woman takes to come undone."

"Does it variate with sex with a man or with a woman?"

"Well I don’t know exactly, but I did some researches and the average time is about 13 or 14 minutes for a woman to reach an orgasm. Of course it can variate from 5 minutes to 20 minutes, but since Shuri is Shuri, she created the devices to respond to your movements. So if you’re really good with your fingers, the device will simulate a woman orgasming."

Kate felt her face blush furiously at Y/N’s last sentence as all the moisture in her body travelled right between her legs. She swore she saw Y/N look at her pointedly when she spoke that sentence and it only fueled the fire burning in the pit of her stomach more as she stared back at her resolutely with an hint of smugness, that grew each passing second as she got ready to form a witty comeback, "please, 15 minutes? A lot of them must’ve had sex with men, because I can make a girl come at least twice in 15 minutes." Kate threw her hair over her shoulder and smirked widely when it was now Y/N’s turn to blush hard.

"Hm-" Y/N cleared her throat to try to get rid of her lump that formed in her sudden dry throat and willed herself to not spiral out of control with dirty thoughts that she shouldn’t have with Kate right beside her since they involve her as she fucked Y/N into oblivion onto this very couch. "Cocky much Bishop?"

"I’m just stating facts."

"Well, since you’re so sure of yourself, let’s switch the device on and let’s see what you got." Y/N turned the device so the vagina was facing Kate and switched it on, before grabbing her phone and lifting it up for Kate to see she opened the chronometer app and was about to time her. "I’ll time you and we’ll see."

"You are skeptical I see."

"I’m not! I’m just making sure Kate Bishop is telling the truth, or I’m gonna have to tell everyone Kate Bishop is full of bull-HEY! I didn’t say go!" Y/N started to mock Kate with a smug smirk on before looking in shock at Kate when she stared at her in determination and pushed two fingers in, then pressing ‘start’ on the chronometer app.

"Holy shit this feels so real!" Kate widened her eyes in shock as she felt the device pressing around her fingers and felt a moisture wrap around them, making her ministrations on the device very similar to the real sex with a real vagina.

"I know right?!" Y/N widened her eyes in shock as she agreed with Kate’s statement and slapped her right thigh softly with her free hand, the one that wasn’t holding the phone timing Kate, "I never saw something artificial so accurate and so much resembling a real vagina. I didn’t have the time to try it. I wanted to but I haven’t had the time to try how it works."

"Well it really feels like a real vagina. I mean each time I do this-" Kate trailed off to curl her fingers into the device before continuing with her train of thoughts, "I feel the walls of the fake vagina clench around my fingers."

"What did you do?" Y/N asked curiously after swallowing imperceptibly when her eyes fell down on Kate’s fingers pushing in and out of the device with precise movements, drenching her panties completely as she wished it was her vagina the archer was touching, but, alas, it wasn’t.

"I curled my fingers right after pushing back in a little bit more forcefully." Kate stated nonchalantly as she focused on delivering the best pleasure she can give to the device to prove Y/N she actually has good skills in bed to hopefully try them with her later.

"Hm." Y/N couldn’t find in herself the right amount of force and strength to speak out without moaning out loud, so she sticked with humming softly as she clenched her thighs together to try to subdue the overwhelming pulsating sensation there.

"I can feel the walls squeezing around my fingers more forcefully now. I think I am close to make the device reach its orgasm."

"It’s been 5 minutes and 16 seconds Bishop."

"So?" Kate asked with a smug, cheeky grin and Y/N rolled her eyes at the girl’s cockiness, so she pushed on her shoulder softly before starting to mock her.

"Pffft. You are too full of yourself Bishop. Okay, here’s our deal, I’m going next and if I make the device reach an orgasm before your timing, you’ll clean the house for two whole weeks."

"And if I win, like I’m planning to do?" Kate counter offered back with a smug smirk and winked at Y/N for good measure, laughing when she rolled her eyes again with a loud sigh.

"I’ll cook for two whole weeks."

"Deal! Now let me focus!" Kate shushed Y/N and doubled her efforts, pushing more forcefully into the device and adding her thumb in the equation and laying it on the vagina’s clit to increase the pleasure she was delivering to the device. Y/N stared frozen in her spot at Kate’s ministrations, unable to move a muscle fearing she would explode or, worse, moan out loud at the hot sight she was witnessing. "I can feel it, I think the device is nearing the orgasm."

"7 minutes and 37 seconds, Bishop." Y/N surprisingly found her voice and she shocked herself when she spoke up with a firm tone and didn’t even stutter once.

"Here it is! Oh shit the device is really coming. Shuri outdid herself this time." Kate widened her eyes in shock when she felt some kind of liquid hit her fingers before it spilled out of the vagina and it pooled on the coffee table.

"Oh no, fuck. Let me go grab a towel to clean up!"

"Thank you." Kate smiled in appreciation when Y/N returned with a fresh towel and gave it to Kate to let her clean her wet fingers before using it to wipe down on the coffee table to clean the small pool of fake orgasm liquid that dripped onto it then moving the device just a bit to place the towel right under it to prevent any more juices to spill out of it when it was Y/N’s turn to try the device and try to beat Kate’s timing. Kate looked at her fingers sheepishly when her brain finally caught up with everything she had been doing in the past 10 minutes or so and was having an hard time in meeting Y/N’s eyes, fearing she would spill out and confess her feelings to the Y/H/C girl and would make her run away if she didn’t reciprocate her feelings. She had been feeling like that for a while now and she had been stashing all her feelings for the Y/E/C girl inside her to prevent to lose her as a friend. She was willing to put away her feelings if it meant keep being friends with Y/N. She just hoped she was braver and had enough guts to confess everything to Y/N, to maybe take her on a date, to kiss her like she had always wanted to and to make love to her like she had been dreaming for for a while now. But, alas, she was not brave, she was a coward, that much so that she was having an hard time meeting her friend’s eyes after making a device reach its orgasm to prove her great skills in bed. A throat clearing made Kate finally look up from her fingers and meet powerful Y/E/C irises staring back at her ocean blue eyes intently with clear determination in those Y/E/C pools, "well it seems like I just proved my point. Those girls that lasted 15 minutes were definitely having sex with a man."

Kate reveled in the soft giggles that left Y/N’s mouth after her statement before she moved her eyes just a second from Y/N’s ones to look at the phone in Y/N’s hand and read ‘7 minutes and 51 seconds’ on the screen. "I must admit I’m impressed Bishop. But-" Y/N trailed off to take a screenshot of the timing before saving the time on the chronometer app then resetting the chronometer and meeting Kate’s eyes with a fire burning deep into her own Y/E/C irises mixed with clear determination, "I’m gonna make the device reach the orgasm a lot sooner than you. So prepare to lose!"

"Oh please! You are the one so sure of yourself now!" Kate scoffed in fake indignation and repressed the smile that wanted to roll over her lips when Y/N pushed her hair over her shoulder and placed the phone into Kate’s hand as she turned the device towards herself and got ready.

"Like I said, prepare to lose Kate." Y/N sing sang the last part and smiled innocently at Kate before nodding at her and slipping her fingers into the vagina, Kate tapping on ‘start’ simultaneously to start the chronometer to time Y/N’s efforts and actions.

"I wouldn’t be so sure of that." Kate remarked right before swallowing loudly when her eyes followed Y/N’s gaze on her fingers, her body setting aflame in mere seconds at how much hotly Y/N’s fingers were moving in and out of that fake vagina, her mind already imagining it was her vagina Y/N was pushing in and out of it and it was driving her mad and crazy.

"Oh shit, you were right! It feels so real!" Y/N stared transfixed on her movements in the device before wrapping her mind around Kate’s sentence and turning her head around to look into Kate’s eyes in determination, "well we’ll see."

"I can’t wait to taste everything you’ll make for the next two whole weeks." Kate stated a few seconds later to tease Y/N some more, before almost loosing it when her eyes skimmed over Y/N’s arm and watched as the bicep and tricep stood up from under her t-shirt sleeve from the efforts she was putting into her ministrations, her tongue begging her to slide down those defined and strained muscles to worship them the way the deserved to be worshipped.

"Ha! I can’t wait to relax on the couch while you clean the house for two whole weeks." Y/N laughed evilly at her remark as she pushed more firmly into the device then curling her fingers slightly, feeling the device’s wall clench hard around her digits.

Kate felt her mouth dry up as she pretty much ignored Y/N’s gloating as she leaned forward just a bit to take a better look at Y/N’s fingers, not noticing her body inching closer and closer to Y/N until she felt the side of her left boob brushing over Y/N’s arm moving rhythmically into the fake vagina as she supported herself on her arm stretched between the couch and behind Y/N’s back. "Do you feel the walls clenching around your fingers?" Kate had to take a double take when she heard her own voice coming out of her mouth an octave lower and without her permission, but she was glad it happened because the shiver she saw running over Y/N’s skin was priceless. Maybe she does feel the same.

"Y-yeah." Y/N cleared her throat when it came out hoarse and strained, her breath labored not from her efforts in making the device reach its orgasm, but from Kate’s proximity and from how hot her voice sounded as it travelled right between her legs and into her pulsating core. "I c-can feel them squeeze my fingers to pull them in more."

"Hm." Kate hummed in thought as she clenched on her thighs when a gush of fresh wetness left her already wet center, "good job. It means the device is reaching its peak."

"Y-Yeah." Y/N shuddered wildly at the praise as she involuntarily doubled her efforts with thrusting her fingers in and out of the fake vagina forcefully while pressing hard on the device’s clit to help it reach its orgasm.

"Tell me what’s happening." Kate whispered sultrily into Y/N’s ear, purposefully brushing ever so slightly her lips over her ear shell and smirked when she felt the girl shiver copiously at her gesture. She felt empowered by Y/N’s responses to her actions, making her confidence grow each passing second as she finally found the courage to act on her desires.

"I-I just curled my fingers and fuck, the walls are squeezing them so hard. I can feel the orgasm is close." Y/N moved her eyes from her digits’ movements and turned her head around to look at Kate, gulping loudly when she was met with almost black irises staring back at her and noticed how close their faces were as she felt the archer’s soft breath hit her face gently. She expected the black haired girl to be focused on her hand, instead she had her beautiful ocean blue eyes fixed on her face as they held something powerful Y/N couldn’t put a finger on but was eager to find out. She also expected the archer to pull away from their close proximity, but she was proven once again wrong when Kate moved impossible more closer to her, their noses almost brushing together as their breaths hit their lips teasingly.

"Good. But you’re not just moving your fingers into the vagina right?"

"No, I’m applying pressure on the clit to increase the pleasure. Here look-" Y/N and Kate both mover their heads just slightly towards the device to see Y/N rolling the clit under her thumb with precise strokes before pressing on it just right, then returning to their previous position and moved just imperceptibly closer to each other, so much so their lips almost brushed together.

"Fu- yeah I saw it." Y/N smirked inwardly when she heard the archer’s almost slip up and reveled in the sensation of affecting the archer just as much she affected her with her previous ministrations and stared intently into Kate’s eyes.

"I can feel the orgasm is near." Y/N gasped under her breath when Kate’s other hand left the phone on the table and laid on her thigh gently as the archer moved closer to take a better look at her fingers’ movements, her boob now fully pressed on Y/N’s arm as their lips almost met, all the while never breaking their intense staring contest.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." Y/N felt her core clench over nothing at Kate’s raspy tone and had to force herself to focus on the task at hand instead of fulfilling her deepest desires and kiss Kate. "I just thrusted in deeper and I think I hit something new because I felt the clit twitch under my thumb." Y/N trailed off for good measure, her shallow breath mixing with Kate’s just as much short breath as they now pretty much panted into each other’s mouths hotly, "I pressed on it to tell it I’m not neglecting it."

"Oh no, it would be bad."

"Yeah, it needs to be treated well."

Kate’s hips moved on their own accord as they bucked slightly over to try to find something to rub against to gain more friction and made her let out a soft whine under her breath when her own clit brushed over her pants when they pressed down on it from her hips’ movements, making Y/N let out a gentle wail herself as she thrusted in as deep as she could into the device before rolling on the clit forcefully, imagining it was Kate’s core she was thrusting her digits in, "is the orgasm near?"

"Yeah, it’s coming. Here it is." Kate didn’t even felt sorry for herself when she moaned gently between them when she heard wet sounds coming from the device under them, but she didn’t move her eyes from Y/N’s mesmerizing Y/E/C pools, she just moved her hand from Y/N’s thigh to stop the chronometer before laying it back down on it, this time placing it on her inner thigh not too much far from her core. "How did I go?"

"Fucking amazing." Kate stated before she couldn’t control herself anymore and pressed her lips down on Y/N’s ones in an hungry kiss, moaning loudly into her mouth when the girl kissed her back eagerly, her moan mixing together with Y/N’s one when the girl whined into Kate’s mouth when she pressed their lips together. Y/N’s free hand combed into Kate’s black tresses to push her more into her while her tongue slipped out of her mouth and pushed forcefully into Kate’s one to explore it greedily and subduing Kate’s tongue for a few seconds before it pushed back and slipped past her lips to lick every nook and cranny of her mouth. Y/N moaned pitifully when Kate bit down on her tongue before sucking on it forcefully while she clenched her hand around the inner thigh, making her legs open slightly apart from the movement, and pushed her body more into Y/N’s arm, causing the girl to shiver when she felt the outline of Kate’s clothed boob pressed on her skin. When air was necessary they reluctantly detached their lips away, but stayed into the other’s personal space by leaning their foreheads together as they smiled at each other with short breaths. "Fucking amazing." Kate repeated, making Y/N giggle softly as she understood she wasn’t talking about her ministrations on the fake vagina anymore.

"Yeah, fucking amazing." Y/N parroted Kate’s words and pecked her mouth tenderly, staying glued on those plump and soft lips for just a few more seconds without deepening the kiss, keeping it chaste, before pulling away with her cheeks flushing hard, "you didn’t kiss me just because you lost and wanted to distract me from our bet, right?"

Kate laughed heartily at the statement, but couldn’t help herself to hear a bit of insecurity and uncertainty into Y/N’s tone, so she pecked her lips quickly to reassure her before shaking her head hastily, "no, Y/N/N. I had been trying to find the courage to kiss you for a while. I guess I need to thank Shuri now."

"Oh please don’t. We won’t hear the end of it." Kate nodded in agreement and stared lovingly into Y/N’s eyes before laying her hand gently on her cheek and pressing their lips together gently, "so, are you ready to clean the house for two whole weeks?"

"Do not act so cocky Y/L/N, I’m pretty sure I wo- shit."

Y/N smiled brightly as she slipped her hand out of the device and cleaned her hand and fingers as she gloated to tease Kate a bit, "I’m already tasting the popcorn I’ll eat while you’ll clean."

"Hm, I wouldn’t be so sure of that. It’s a tie."

"What?" Y/N moved her body over to read on the phone screen and widened her eyes in shock when she read ‘7 minutes and 51 seconds’. "Holy shit."

"So, it means we both are really good in bed." Kate stated boldly as she put a finger under Y/N’s chin and made her head turn around to meet her lips in a languid kiss, that Y/N reciprocated eagerly right away.

"And it also means we both won and lost the bet." Y/N pouted cutely and Kate couldn’t help but awe at her and lean over to kiss her again, her tongue pushing past Y/N’s lips forcefully as she licked her mouth’s inside eagerly. "Well, we got each other in the end. So I guess we both won."

"Yeah." Kate nodded in agreement as she grinned widely at Y/N while nuzzling their noses cutely together, "but I still want to win that bet. My timing can be improved. I was just playing nice and going slow to make it easy for you."

"Cocky Bishop." Y/N shook her head in amusement as she grinned at her softly, "since we’re being honest, I did too play it nice. I had a distraction. I could’ve make the device reach the orgasm sooner if it wasn’t for your enchanting lips and mesmerizing eyes trapping me in."

"Oh so this is my fault?" Kate asked rhetorically as she bracketed Y/N’s face and pushed it closer to hers, their lips almost brushing together as their grins outshined the sun.

"Absolutely." Y/N nodded resolutely before giggling loudly. Kate then promptly swallowed Y/N’s laugh as she kissed her again, her body filling up with pure happiness as she hugged Y/N closer while their tongues danced together lovingly into their mouths. They kissed with no rush at all, just savoring each other’s taste, basking in the other’s closeness as they tried to wrap their minds around the fact they were finally kissing. "You’re so beautiful Kate."

The blue eyed girl blushed furiously at Y/N’s words as she brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear when they parted their lips to take some needed air back into their lungs, "and you are gorgeous Y/N/N." They both smiled sheepishly at their loving words whispered between swollen lips and brushed their noses together cutely while giggles left their throats and mixed together, "so, do we have to repeat our work on the device or are we both paying our bets?"

"Hm, I actually have a better idea, but first, come here." Kate chuckled when Y/N’s hand snaked around her neck and pushed her back onto her lips, letting her crush their mouths back together in an hungry kiss as her own hands fisted the Y/E/C girl’s hair to push her more into her. Y/N growled under her breath at the light stinging sensation on her scalp and moved her other hand planted between Kate’s shoulder blades down her back and grabbed her left ass cheek hard, glad Kate chose to wear sweatpants so she could enjoy and explore her ass more freely, something she wouldn’t have done that much easily if she had wore jeans. Y/N swallowed Kate’s moan after Y/N squeezed harshly her butt then whining into Kate’s mouth right after when the black haired girl’s sucked particularly hard on her tongue before licking thoroughly her mouth like her life depended on it. "C’mere." Y/N murmured between kisses before she moved her other hand gripping the archer’s neck hard down her ass and pushed on it eagerly to let her sit on her lap.

"Hm." Kate hummed at the new position and settled comfortably on Y/N’s legs after she straddled them while her tongue slipped out of her mouth and right back into Y/N’s one to take her time to suck on her wet muscle hungrily. When air became necessary they had to reluctantly pull away from one another, but their desires growing each passing second made it almost impossible to stay too much away from one another, so Y/N attached her lips onto Kate’s neck and peppered light kisses along the archer’s throat, smiling onto her skin when she heard and felt the archer whine in pleasure at her ministrations. "Oh Y/N/N."

"Wanna hear my idea?" Y/N murmured on Kate’s skin before biting gently on the girl’s pulse point then licking the raw skin tenderly to relieve the light stinging sensation there and smiled smugly when Kate moaned out loud and bucked her hips imperceptibly down onto Y/N’s lap, then when she recovered some of her sanity and her mind cleared, she nodded resolutely. She then grabbed Y/N’s scalp hard when the girl continued her assault on her neck as she kept kissing, licking and biting her skin but didn’t explain her idea yet, making Y/N smirk on Kate’s neck and left one more kiss there before moving up to her lips and kissed her gently and tenderly before nuzzling their noses together cutely then speaking up after moving a bit away to create some space between them, since they both didn’t know how to behave now that they could kiss the other like they had always wanted to. "I was thinking that, since we were too distracted by one another and by the unbearable sexual frustration surrounding us, we could repeat our work and timing us again. But I was thinking about discarding this device and maybe repeat everything onto each other?"

Kate felt her head spin wildly at the proposal as she had to take a double take while staring wide eyed at Y/N blushing furiously but carrying and bearing a determined, lustful glint and look in her gaze. "W-what? Really?"

"Yeah! But of course, only if you’re up to that. I’m willing to wait as much as we both need to take that step. I know we just kissed but I felt like maybe- I don’t know- I felt like we could take that step because I want you so so much and I feel like you maybe want me just as much, but I don’t know I maybe read the signals wrong. Oh shit, I’m sorry for overstepping some boundaries, forget I said any- mmph-"

Kate stopped Y/N’s cute rambling with bracketing her face with her hands and kissing her harshly, effectively taking both their breaths away and shutting the Y/H/C girl up, who was now sporting a dumb smile on her features. "You look cute, adorable when you ramble babe." Kate giggled at Y/N flushing visibly and combed her fingers in her hair when the girl leaned her face forward and hid it in the crook of her neck, "but to answer properly to your amazing suggestion- yes. I would love nothing more."

"Really?" Y/N asked timidly after she pulled herself away from Kate’s neck and met her eyes full of lust and desire, making her swallow visibly as something within her was set aflame by Kate’s intense stare.

"Yeah."

"You’re not just saying it to make me feel better? Because consent is important and-"

"Y/N/N I thought I was the one who adorably rambled and rambled to no end." Kate chuckled when Y/N blushed some more, making her face resemble a tomato, before kissing both her flushing cheeks softly.

"I’m just nervous okay? I like you. And we’ve just kissed. I don’t want to seem desperate or horny. Or looking for a one night stand. Because I don’t." Y/N clarified quickly as she stared deeply into Kate’s eyes while she listened intently. "You are so much more to me Kate. I’ve been pining over you for a while and I want to give you the world, hell the whole multiverse if I can."

Kate smiled lovingly down at Y/N and leaned over to leave a tender peck on her still swollen lips before pulling away and speaking up, "I don’t want a one night stand either. I like you, I’ve liked you for a while too. I’ve been trying to find enough courage to make a move on you, but I was too much of a coward fearing I would’ve lost you if you didn’t reciprocate my feelings." Kate admitted shyly as she played with a strand of Y/N’s hair, but her nerves instantly calmed when she felt a pair of warm hands caress her back softly.

"I would’ve never done something like that."

"I know, I was too afraid of telling you. But tonight something made me feel braver. I don’t know if it’s this device or not but I definitely need to thank Shuri."

"Y’know now that we are being honest, I almost asked you out last month when we were at the compound."

"Really?!" Kate asked in shock as her eyes widened comically, "why didn’t you ask me out then?"

"You were face timing your ex."

"WHAT?! No! That idiot called me because she wanted a relationship advice. She wanted to ask her teammate out and didn’t know how to do it." Kate groaned as she rolled her eyes, leaning her forehead on Y/N’s shoulder as she recalled that night, feeling the girl chuckle softly above her, making her body wobble gently with her own as she laughed. "You seriously have bad timing Y/N/N."

"Well excuse me, I wasn’t the one heart broken right after!" Y/N joked as she caressed Kate’s soft hair before she felt the girl lift her head up and meet her gaze.

"I’m sorry. We stayed on good terms. We dated just a few months and we pretty much just searched some good sex from our relationship, so it wasn’t a bad break up." Kate explained apologetically as she caressed Y/N’s jaw, "she started to have feelings for someone else and I just wasn’t feeling anything other than just a great friendship between us. So we broke up."

"Well you could’ve told me that when you talked about her." Y/N slapped Kate’s shoulder gently and both giggled at their conversation.

"I’m sorry!" Kate laughed loudly after a few seconds of silence and Y/N looked at her with a big smile as her stomach exploded with millions of butterflies flying around into it.

"What?"

"Can you actuality believe she gave me pep talks to ask you out that night?" Kate smiled brightly as she saw incredulity fall on Y/N’s face.

"Well I can since you just told me you were giving her some relationship advices to help her ask her teammate out when you couldn’t even do that with me."

"She said the exact same thing!" Kate stated with widened eyes and chuckled alongside Y/N as they both shook their heads in amusement. "Anyway, back to our previous conversation." Kate trailed off as she lowered her tone and watched as mirth shifted from Y/N’s eyes and desire settled back into them at her voice, while she moved Y/N’s hands from her back and pushed them down her ass, feeling her squeeze her ass cheeks once and making her moan softly before continuing, "take me to the bed and show me how good you actually are."

Y/N growled in pure desire as lust pumped fast into her veins at Kate’s sentence and sat up quickly with Kate into her arms, "do you have your phone with you?" When Kate nodded and patted her left pocket she sprinted down the corridor and entered her bedroom, before laying Kate gently down on the mattress and then crawling over her body slowly, just like a predator approached her prey. "Our bet still stands so I want to time my work in your wonderful pussy." Kate moaned loudly at Y/N’s crass sentence as she opened her legs and invited Y/N in to let her lay down on her body between them.

"Well I guess we need to get rid of these clothes then." Kate immediately proved her words by lifting Y/N’s sweatshirt up and off of her before moaning pitifully loud when she came face to face with her naked chest, meaning she neglected wearing a bra underneath her hoodie and that thought alone made her moan aloud as she took her time to admire Y/N’s boobs, "are you telling me we had been kissing with these amazing tits completely free under your hoodie?"

"Yeah. We were having a cozy night in, how did you expect me to wear a bra under comfy clothes?"

"Fuck."

"Earth to Bishop." Y/N chuckled at the archer whispering under her breath that word as she kept staring in awe at her chest, sending excited shivers all over Y/N’s body at the lust growing exponentially into Kate’s now almost black eyes each passing second.

"Sorry." Kate reluctantly detached her eyes from that mouthwatering and mesmerizing sight and met Y/N’s amused Y/E/C irises sheepishly, a small, soft blush dusting over her cheeks as she bit on her bottom lip slightly, a sight that Y/N found extremely adorable and cute, not to mention hot. She smiled tenderly at the archer and pecked her lips gently before nuzzling their noses softly together, "your boobs are a bit distracting. They are so beautiful you can not stare at them. I mean I could stare at them, all the time if I can, if you will allow me to of course. But y’know, what I’m trying to say is that they are just- fuck gorgeous, amazing, wonderful."

"Y’know, I never thought I would’ve ever heard you ramble about my boobs. I hoped so, I dreamed about it, but I never thought I would ever witness it. But here we are." Y/N joked with a smug smirk as the blush on Kate’s cheek deepened and it extended to her neck and ears. "And holy shit it made me feel so many things all at once."

"So it wasn’t kinda lame me rambling because your tits turned my brain into mush, was it?"

"Not even for a second. It was cute, adorable, extremely lovely. But now, I was wondering- are you going to just stare? Or are you also gonna do something?"

"Are you serious? C-can I?" Kate asked with her eyes shining brightly like she was a kid on Christmas Day opening her presents and gifts, making Y/N chuckled amusedly under her breath before pecking her lips sweetly.

"Of course, but first, you are too overdressed for my likings."

"And whose fault is that?"

"Yours of course." Y/N countered back with a smirk, delivering a great witty comeback, as she played with the hem of Kate’s hoodie, her digits brushing gently and softly Kate’s warm skin of her lower stomach, feeling the muscles there tense under her touch and sending shivers down both their spines in excitement and anticipation, Y/N shuddering for feeling those amazing, defined muscles tense under her finger while Kate shuddered for the amazing stimulation on her skin and for wanting nothing more than for Y/N to slip her fingers past the waistband of her pants and panties and fuck her.

"Why is that?! I think it’s pretty much your fault I’m still completely dressed."

"You’re right." Y/N smiled mischievously down at Kate before she sat up slowly while placing a hand behind the archer’s back, right between her shoulder blades, to make her sit up with her and as soon as they found themselves into a sitting position, Kate switched their positions quickly and straddled Y/N’s thighs and sat on her lap comfortably. "Fuck." Y/N murmured under her breath as she stared mesmerized up at Kate before she came back to her senses and lifted Kate’s hoodie up and threw it on the floor, then got rid of the sport bra Kate had under and almost drooled at the sight of Kate’s full breasts and perk up nipples staring back at her while her eyes filled with pure, raw, animalistic and predatory lust, "holy shit you’re so beautiful. I can’t wait to finish undressing you so I can see this masterpiece of a body fully and completely naked for me."

"I can say the same thing about you babe. I’ve been imagining how you look naked for a very long time." Kate murmured in an hoarse, sultry tone as one of her fingers traced Y/N’s left collarbone, traveling right between her breasts before circling Y/N’s left nipple teasingly with her pointer finger, making Y/N whine gently under her breath.

"Did you touch yourself when you thought about me naked?" Y/N asked in a seductive, low voice, watching elated as Kate’s hips bucked imperceptibly down her lap as her pupils dilated visibly before her and her bottom lip got trapped under her teeth, making Y/N want with all herself to replace her teeth with Kate’s own, but stopped herself to keep teasing the archer. "Did you make yourself come while you pictured me fully naked for you?" Y/N’s hands wrapped themselves around Kate’s torso before moving up her sides and finally grasping both of the archer’s full breasts and squeezing them experimentally, eliciting a loud, guttural groan from her before skidding her hands behind her back and traveling south to grip forcefully her ass to push her hips down on her lap teasingly, "answer me baby."

"Yes."

"Yes, what? Tell me more." Y/N teased as she attached her lips on Kate’s pulse point, leaving a few soft kisses there before biting down on it gently and licking the light sting with her tongue, watching as a small mark formed there.

Kate moaned at the gesture and bucked her hips again down on Y/N’s lap as she tried to find her voice to answer Y/N’s question and curiosity. "I imagined y-you naked with me in the shower."

"And?" Y/N mumbled on Kate’s throat before resuming her assault on her skin to leave another mark there as she basked in the small sounds leaving Kate as she tried to speak properly.

"You naked in my bed, in the Avengers Compound’s kitchen when no one is there, on my apartment’s couch, fuck, I- I imagined you everywhere naked with me. On my kitchen table, in the Avengers Compound’s gym, in my office, in your bed, in my bathtub, hell even in the Avengers Compound’s conference room."

"Hm, so many places. You must’ve touched yourself a lot." Y/N pointed out after leaving another mark yet before pulling herself reluctantly away from Kate’s skin and met her blown out pupils with fire burning into her almost black Y/E/C irises, "show me."

"W-what?"

"Show me how you touched yourself." Y/N repeated after explaining herself better and watched amused as Kate’s eyes widened comically while a whimper left her slightly parted mouth in shock.

"What?" Kate seemed to let out only that word as her brain tried to stop melting at the request Y/N just asked her to fulfill as fire burned wildly into her stomach at the dirty thoughts jumping to the forefront of her mind.

"I want to see you touching yourself in front of me. I can undress myself completely to help you and the process." Y/N smirked smugly as one of her hand left Kate’s ass to fondle with her breast again and watched as she archer opened her mouth to moan out in pleasure while arching her back and leaning her head back with her eyes closed for a few moments.

"I-I don’t-"

"Only if it’s okay with you. I know it’s a shocking request, but you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to. I just imagined you touching yourself like I’ve done a few times and fuck I want to witness that sight so bad. But if you’re not up to that, it’s okay."

Kate smiled warmly at Y/N and at her sweet words and pulled her into a languid kiss to calm her nerves down as she made up her mind, "no of course I want to. And shit, did you really thought about me touching myself?"

"Yeah, a few times. I’ve had the best orgasms after imagining you touching yourself in front of me." Y/N admitted truthfully and shamelessly as Kate blushed furiously at the new information, while her panties got completely ruined as fresh arousal spilled out of her already drenched core.

"Fuck, then I want to see you touch yourself too."

"Deal." Y/N kissed Kate soundly before pulling away, "do you want me naked?"

"Is that even a question? I will always want you naked." Kate countered back smugly as she gripped Y/N’s chin, pressed on it to part her lips wider and slipped her tongue forcefully into Y/N’s mouth to kiss her deeply, swallowing the needy moan leaving Y/N’s mouth at her bold gesture and words.

The two girls got rid of each other’s clothes as quickly as humanly possible before Kate resumed her position on Y/N’s lap, after the girl scooted up the bed and sat up on the headboard’s bed, giving the Y/H/C girl a wonderful view of her drenched pussy with her movements and smirked widely when she heard her moan with her eyes fixated on her core. "Like what you see?"

"A lot. I can’t wait lick you completely clean after you’ve pushed yourself off the edge." Y/N declared boldly as she stared intently into Kate’s dark blue pools, making her moan needily as her thighs twitched in anticipation.

"Fuck."

"Now tell me, what is your favorite scenario?"

"Hm, I think the one where you fuck me on the bench press after our daily workout at the Avengers Compound. Or the one where I eat you out on my kitchen table. Fuck, I came so fucking hard each single time after imagining you with me in those scenarios." Kate’s hand twitched around Y/N’s neck as her core pulsated wildly with those images flowing through her mind and reveled in Y/N’s small whine breathed out on her lips.

"Hm, just think how powerful your orgasm will be when we will make all those scenarios come true." Y/N stated with an humming, low tone as her lips returned on Kate’s neck and sucked the skin there harshly, eliciting another loud whine from the black haired girl as she bucked her hips down Y/N’s lap again to gain some friction.

"Fuck I can’t wait! Ah! C-can I t-touch myself now?"

"Baby you can do whatever you want." Kate moaned loudly and nodded furiously before moving one of her hands from Y/N’s neck and skidding it between their bodies before slipping it between her legs and teasing her entrance gently.

"Oh Y/N/N!" Kate moaned loudly at the stimulation her core was receiving before focusing her fingers’ touch on her clit, circling it a few times as she fought her eyes to stay open and stare back at Y/N, who was looking at her with her mouth open and her eyes full of lust, switching her focus from Kate’s dark blue eyes to her hand teasing her wet center.

"Holy shit, you look so hot right now."

"Fuck, oh Y/N/N, t-this i-is amazing, shit." Y/N licked her dry lips as she moved her eyes from Kate’s ones to look down at her hand’s movements between her legs and moaned alongside Kate when she watched the girl slip just the tip of her middle finger into her core before pushing it out again, "hearing your voice is so much better than imagining it."

"Does my voice turn you on?"

"Ah! Fuck yes!" Kate couldn’t take anymore teasing, so she just slipped her middle finger in and closed her eyes just a moment to bask in the amazing sensation of being finally touched and filled by a finger, even if it wasn’t Y/N’s one, yet.

"Can I talk while you touch yourself?"

"Holy shit yes, yes, yes!" Kate chanted as she pushed a second finger in and started pumping slowly but steadily into her core while moving her hips down after each thrust up to increase her pleasure.

"Y’know we’ve been here on this mission for almost a month and I must admit I touched myself a few times while thinking about taking you on my desk when everyone was out of the way in some other class."

"Oh fuckfuck." Kate breathed out loudly as she sped up her movements just tad as her other hand gripped Y/N’s neck hard, making Y/N lose her focus on Kate’s eyes just a moment to look at her ministrations in her core, before shaking her head to focus back on her words and train of thoughts.

"Have you?"

"Shit! Yes! I never imagined you as a professor, but holy s-shit-fuck- you are hot as hell as one of them." Kate trailed off to moan loudly after a particular hard thrust into her core and shivered copiously when she felt Y/N’s hand on her hips twitch gently on her skin. "Last week when you talked about licking a girl out properly? Fuck I came three times that night in the shower."

"Holy shit." Y/N growled as she recalled her lesson and remembered that night Kate took longer than usual to shower as she cooked their dinner. "Y-you said you did some yoga before taking a shower."

"I-I lied. I couldn’t exactly tell y-you, ‘oh sorry for taking so long, but my pussy demanded three orgasms before being satisfied after your amazing lesson about eating a girl out’."

Y/N chuckled at Kate’s bite into her tone before choking on her laugh as it died in her throat when Kate sped up some more her tempo and used the palm of her hand to stimulate her clit, while rotating her hips with her fingers’ rhythm to increase her pleasure. "You could’ve said exactly that. I would’ve tutored you with private lessons with a few demonstrations."

"Holy FUCK!" Kate moaned loudly at that as she pushed her fingers deeper into her, the coiling feeling into her stomach making itself known as it was almost ready to snap. "C-can you- fuck ah!" Kate moaned loudly when she hit her clit just right and bucked her hip down her hand to chase down her growing orgasm, "can you put your hands on my a-OH SHIT YES!" Y/N didn’t even let Kate finish her question before her hands flew down her ass and kneaded it greedily as her lips attracted themselves right back on the archer’s neck, "oh Y/N/N I’m so close."

"Fuck Kate, you look so hot like this. Let me see you come. Let me see how beautiful you look while letting go." And Kate did a few second later with a loud wail moaned right into Y/N’s mouth, her juices spilling out of her core and onto her hand as her body spasmed and trashed wildly from her powerful orgasm. "Holy shit, that was so fucking hot."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was so powerful." Y/N kissed Kate’s cheek repeatedly to help her come down from her high before engulfing her lips into a slow, sensual kiss, taking advantage of Kate being distracted by her kisses to grasp the hand’s that was buried into her core wrist and pull her fingers up to her face level, then detaching their lips to take some air. Kate looked at her confused as she took shallow breaths and was ready to lean back into another kiss when she stopped in her tracks as a moan left her lips when Y/N pushed her fingers still glowing with her juices into her mouth to lick them clean, moaning lewdly around them as she sucked them clean.

"Hm, you taste so good babe." Kate growled under her breath after Y/N pulled her hand away from her mouth with a loud pop and stated those words smiling smugly and gripped Y/N’s neck harshly to clash their lips needily, her tongue immediately slipping into the Y/H/C girl’s mouth to suck on her tongue and moaning loudly into her mouth when she tasted herself on her tongue.

"I want to see you touch yourself too now."

"Do you want to switch places?"

"No, I actually want to sit back and enjoy the view." Kate sat up from Y/N’s lap and scooted back to the middle of the bed, sitting back on her shins as she eyed Y/N hungrily, "spread your beautiful legs for me and let me see that pretty pussy of yours."

Y/N almost came at Kate’s purring tone and immediately did as she was told, planting her feet on the bed and spreading her legs apart to give Kate a wonderful view of her dripping pussy. Y/N shivered visibly at the hungry look Kate was giving her as her eyes stayed laser focused on her pussy while licking her lips hungrily. "I love how you’re looking at me right now." Y/N stated as she teasingly moved her right hand between her legs and spread her folds before moving her fingers to her clit to roll it slowly between them, just to tease herself but especially see Kate’s reaction to her actions. She smirked widely when she watched her eyes darken instantly with pure hunger burning behind them as she clenched her fists on her thighs while biting on her bottom lip hard.

"You have no idea how much I’m fighting against myself from jumping on your bones right now."

"I let you have your fun while suffering for not touching you. So now you will do the same." Kate moaned pitifully as she nodded in understanding while Y/N slipped a finger in, too much turned on to endure some more teasing for herself. It was already turning her on to no end the archer witnessing her masturbating. Kate staring at her like that was enough. "You can touch me wherever you want except my pussy. That’s my job for now. You let me kiss you neck and touch your ass as you-fuck- pleasured yourself, so you can do the same now."

"So I can do this, right?" Kate asked with a mischievous glint into her eyes and a wide grin slipping on her lips as she scooted closer to Y/N, positioned herself right in front of her, careful in putting enough distance between their bodies to let Y/N touch herself freely, and stared intently into her eyes as she lowered her face on Y/N’s chest and wrapped a perk up nipple into her mouth. Y/N moaned loudly at the gesture and increased her speed into her core, moaning again when Kate sucked hungrily on her nipple before biting on it hard. "Your tits are amazing." Kate mumbled with Y/N’s nipple into her mouth before swirling her tongue around it and then focusing her attention on the other one, giving it the same treatment. She moaned around Y/N’s breast as she left a hickey there, when Y/N’s free hand laid between her shoulder blades was pushing her more into her chest, making Kate’s abs flush on Y/N’s arm and wrist working into her core and making her feel the movements of her hand buried into her core on her abs’ skin and driving her crazy to no end.

"Oh Kate, I’m so close! Kate!" Y/N moaned loudly when Kate involuntarily pushed her torso down onto her body and made her hand push in deeper into her core, "fuck do that again." Kate repeated her gesture and this time moaned alongside Y/N when her own center demanded some more attention again, but restrained herself from doing that, wanting to make this all about Y/N. She will discuss about the idea of giving the other pleasure while they pleasured themselves later and see if they can do that later on. Kate bit particularly hard on Y/N’s nipple and felt the girl cant her hips up after a particular hard thrust and moaned loudly in ecstasy, "shit babe, I’m so close."

"Wait, I want to see you come properly." Kate murmured on Y/N’s boob, before sucking on her nipple a bit more then reluctantly pulling away and resuming her previous sitting position in front of her, making Y/N spread her legs wider involuntarily. "Look at you, spread out for me and ready to come."

"Yes baby, I’ve wanted nothing more. Shit, I can feel it!"

"Come for me baby. Let me see that amazing pussy come." Y/N moaned pitifully at those words and increased her speed as humanly possible, pushing deeper and deeper before coming with a loud moan of Kate’s name. The archer stared mesmerized as she watched Y/N’s core clench around her fingers as juices spilled out of her center and a bit onto the sheets, licking her lips hungrily as her tongue itches to taste.

"Wow, fucking shit." Y/N whined when she pushed her fingers away from her core and looked seductively at Kate as she moved them around in the air between them, "wanna ta-HOLY FUCKING SHIT YES!" Y/N moaned out loud as a scream left her lips when Kate didn’t let Y/N finish her sentence and dived right between her legs, attaching her lips onto her core, then engulfing her still a bit pulsating clit between her lips and sucked on it harshly. "Oh babe, it feels so good." Y/N whined in satisfaction when Kate’s tongue joined her lips and lapped up at her clit precisely, sending white shocks of pure pleasure throughout her whole body, making it twitch in ecstasy. Y/N’s fingers, after cleaning them on the sheets, combed needily into Kate’s black tresses and gripped on her scalp heavily every time Kate bit or sucked particularly hard on her clit, making her moan a few times from the pleasurable sting and its vibrations made Y/N arch her back and neck as she wailed in rapture.

"You taste so good baby. Can I fuck you with my tongue?" Kate pushed against Y/N’s grip and pulled her head away just a bit to look into Y/N’s eyes from her position between her legs and ask her gently, smirking when the girl’s pupils blowed instantly as a moan slipped out of her lips.

"Yes, oh fuck yes!" Kate chuckled when Y/N pushed her head back between her legs before resuming her previous ministrations on her core, paying some more attention on Y/N’s clit, suckling on it and adding precise stokes of her tongue before moving down Y/N’s folds, opening them thoroughly by passing her tongue between them, before pulling herself slightly away to look up at Y/N and admire her naked form from that angle.

"So beautiful." Y/N whined in need as their eyes stayed glued to each other and watched as Kate leaned her cheek on her inner thigh as she gazed her body hungrily.

"You can stare at me later, please fuck me now."

"Bossy." Kate smirked as she teased Y/N just a bit more, before giving what Y/N needed and slowly eased her tongue into her core, wailing in the process when she felt the intoxicating sensation of Y/N’s walls wrapping around her wet muscle as she slipped it as deep as she could into her and of her heady smell and taste invading her senses. She stilled her movements for just a few seconds to let Y/N adjust to the intrusion, smiling widely when Y/N bucked her hips up in need after a few seconds and then slipped her tongue out almost completely before pushing it right back in.

"Fuck, your tongue is so fucking good."

"Hm, just wait for my fingers." Kate murmured right onto Y/N’s wet lips, before thrusting her tongue right back in, repeating the same movements over and over for a while to let Y/N enjoy herself as much as she could and just as much as she was enjoying fucking her with her tongue. When she felt the girl’s orgasm was starting to build as her movements became sloppier while she started to moan more frequently, increasing her voice copiously in the process, Kate slipped her tongue out and moved her lips up to engulf Y/N’s pulsating clit once more, and smirked in anticipation when Y/N whined in protest, only for that sound to morph into a loud scream of pleasure, when Kate, without notice, slipped two fingers in and started an already fast and relentless pace into her cunt. "Told ya."

"OH! AH! Babe, fuck, yes! Right there! Oh fuck, fuck!" Y/N was a moaning mess as she tried to not to get overwhelmed by the incredible pleasure she was experiencing, Kate delivering it with precise and hard movements that almost made her see stars as she neared the edge after each deep, harsh thrust. "Fuck, there, babe! I-I-"

"Don’t hold back. Scream loud who is making you feel this good."

"OH SHIT KATE THERE!" Kate smirked proudly around Y/N’s clit when she bit gently on it as she pushed her fingers deeper and harder before curling them a few times into her center.

After about 2 minutes later, Y/N’s hips sloppily canted up to meet Kate’s thrusts, her body trashing around in pure pleasure as she was near the edge, making the archer feel an urge to see, feel, taste her come undone with her fingers and mouth, so she pulled her lips away from the Y/E/C girl’s pulsating clit just enough to murmur on it her next sentence with labored breath and lustful eyes, "come for me babe. Give it all to me."

And Y/N did. Right after Kate’s words, Y/N came with a loud moan of Kate’s name falling off her lips, her body spasming uncontrollably as her orgasm spilled out of her core and right into Kate’s mouth, who promptly slipped her fingers out and replaced them with her tongue to drink Y/N up completely and lick her clean thoroughly. "Fuck." Y/N whispered when Kate slowed her movements to a stop and pecked her clit before laying another peck on her left inner thigh before pecking Y/N’s skin all over as she moved up her body before stopping at her lips to lay a gentle peck there after asking silently if it was okay since she still had a bit of Y/N’s juices on her lips and chin and Y/N nodding in assertion. "You were right. You are so fucking good."

Kate felt pride swell into her chest at Y/N’s truthful statement and kissed her soundly before laying her body over hers and cuddling her warmly, "thank you. I would really like to say the same, but-" Kate trailed off to shrug innocently as a wide, cheeky grin fell on her lips at her teasing words and chuckled amusedly when Y/N opened her mouth outraged and gasped dramatically.

"You Kate Bishop, are going to wipe that smirk off your lips, or I will."

"Hm, I would really love to see you tRY OH GOD." Kate laughed heartily when Y/N lifted her body up to switch their positions, laying Kate comfortably on the pillows and mattress as she hovered over Kate and looked at her predatorily. "Fuck."

"You. Yeah, that’s what I’m about to do." Y/N murmured seductively on Kate’s lips before engulfing them into a slow, languid kiss as her hands skidded all over her body to feel as muck skin as she could. Y/N promptly swallowed Kate’s moan as she slipped her tongue into her mouth when both her hands wrapped themselves around Kate’s boobs and kneaded them eagerly, "fuck."

It was Kate’s time to swallow Y/N’s moan when she arched her back more into her hands while her own clasped around Y/N’s ass to flush their bodies together more. "Please baby, I can’t wait any longer. I want you inside."

"Your wish is my command babe." Y/N murmured on Kate’s lips as she immediately detached one of her hands off Kate’s chest and skimmed it down her body before reaching its destination between the black haired girls legs, onto her core, circling around Kate’s entrance and gasping loudly at the amount of wetness she found there as she collected it to lubrificate her fingers. "Hm, so ready for me."

Kate moaned pitifully when Y/N eased one finger in, almost coming undone on the spot when she remembered it was now Y/N pushing her finger in and out of her and not herself anymore as she imagined Y/N fucking her. It was really happening. "Shit, you feel so good babe."

"So tight." Y/N grunted as she slipped her finger out and pushed it back in after adding another one in the mix, reveling in Kate’s moan of approval as she arched her back in pleasure. "So beautiful."

"Oh fuck. Babe!" Kate slammed her head down on the pillow when Y/N pushed her digits back in and curled them once she was buried knuckle deep into her center to hit a new spot within Kate that made her writhe her body in ecstasy. Y/N moved her lips down Kate’s throat to leave another visible mark there yet before slipping her tongue out and licking a trail down her collarbones and sternum, reaching her yearned destination on Kate’s chest a second later when she kissed Kate’s right nipple softly before engulfing it with the warmth of her mouth and sucking on it harshly all the while adding her thumb in her fingers’ mix on Kate’s core and pressed on the archer’s clit hard, rolling it a few times before releasing it and repeating the motion. "Fuck, shit, fuck. Babe, more please."

"Do you want another finger?"

"Yes, please yes!" Kate wailed out in rapture when a few moments later Y/N slipped her two fingers out and added a third one before slamming her digits back into Kate’s core forcefully, hitting something deep within her that made her back arch in pleasure as a loud scream left her lips, "Y/N/N!!" Kate’s head trashed around side to side as pleasure filled every cell of her body, making her almost see stars every time Y/N slammed her fingers back in forcefully.

"Are you close baby?" Y/N asked after she pulled her mouth away with a loud ‘pop’ from Kate’s nipple and basked in Kate’s face contorted in pleasure with her mouth open in an ‘O’ shape and profanities, mixed with her name moaned out loud, left it.

"Yes!" Kate moaned out loud as she canted her hips up sloppily to meet Y/N’s thrusts and to increase her pleasure, hitting a new, deep spot inside her that made the coiling feeling into her lower stomach almost ready to snap and tip her off the edge, her body wrecked by hard shivers each time Y/N curled her fingers and made her clench her digits into Y/N’s back’s skin, positive it will definitely leave red marks there from how hard she was gripping onto her back in pleasure. Y/N grunted gently under her breath at the soft stinging sensation on her skin but pushed it aside and focused on delivering the best pleasure she could give to Kate and help her reach her tipping point, then pulled her thumb away from the archer’s clit and used the palm of her hand instead to tease and stimulate it as much as she could, pushing on it each time she thrusted her fingers back into Kate’s core. She felt the girl’s walls clench hard around her fingers, a clear sign the black haired girl was near the edge, so she doubled her efforts and sped up her movements meanwhile she switched to the other nipple and sucked on it like her life depended on it, "yes baby! Oh shit, like that! Fuck, fuck, fuck, I can feel it!"

"Come for me baby. Let me see how fucking beautiful you look when you come on my fingers." Y/N murmured greedily on Kate’s nipple pulling away from it just a moment to speak those words before biting on it particularly hard, but not too much to hurt Kate, smirking proudly when the blue eyed girl arched her back in pleasure at her gesture, and then engulfing it with her tongue to lick it thoroughly and to soothe the stinging sensation from her bite and to wear it off. After a few hard, deep thrusts Kate tipped off the edge with a particularly loud scream of Y/N’s name leaving her mouth, her juices flooding out of Kate’s core and onto Y/N’s hand as her body twitched in pure ecstasy. Y/N gradually slowed her fingers down to help Kate ride her post-coital wave as much as she could before stopping her movements altogether only when the archer’s body stopped trembling and slumped back on the mattress. Y/N then reluctantly pulled her mouth away from Kate’s nipple, left a loving peck there before moving up Kate’s body, leaving a trail of sweet, tender, soft and gentle kisses in her trail up the blue eyed girl’s wonderful body, and reaching her destination on Kate’s lips a second later, pecking them repeatedly a few times in a sweet gesture before kissing her languidly as she laid her naked body over Kate’s naked body, careful in not crushing her body and hurting her. "Hi there."

"Hello baby." They both smiled sheepishly at one another as they leaned their foreheads together and nuzzled their noses cutely, before sharing another sweet, gentle peck, then pulling away to let Kate continue with her train of thoughts, "I feel so thoroughly fucked I think I’m flying."

"No babe, you are here with me. But I’m happy you feel like that, it means I did something good."

"More than good. Wonderful. Amazing. Incredibly sublime." Kate stated still a bit dazed and watched a cute smile unfold on Y/N’s features that freed the butterflies in her stomach and made her own dumb grin broaden widely. They let a few moments of silence engulf them before Kate spoke up once again, "so, who did ultimately win?"

"Oh no, we forgot to start the chronometer!" Y/N turned her head around to locate Kate’s phone and found it laying on the floor where she left it in her pants she threw there not too long ago.

"Well it means we have to do another round." Kate stated seductively as her hands descended down Y/N’s body and found their purchase on her ass, squeezing it hard and kneading it greedily as she flushed their bodies impossibly closer, eliciting a loud moan from the Y/H/C girl as she laid her head on Kate’s collarbones, nibbling the skin there softly.

"Let me go grab the phone then."

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