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Kate Bishop ~ A Little Push In The Right Direction
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dark!Kate X fem!Reader
Summary: after rejecting Kate time and time again, she's done being patient with you and decides to set you on a path that will lead you straight to her, even if you get a little hurt on the way
Warnings: drugging, memory loss, manipulation, gaslighting, isolation, hints of an innocence kink, strap on sex (r receiving), using a mirror for unholy things, praise, edging, degrading
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“If you wanted to show off to me Bishop you didn't have to ask me out to do it.” You quipped as the archer shot down the last target with a smug grin and placed the gun back down on the counter as the stand operator begrudgingly handed her the largest stuffed animal - a blue bear. She immediately turned to you and passed the obnoxious toy your way for you to take without any hesitation, unable to hide your glee at the present.
“I just wanted to make the most of this carnival before it packs up and leaves town.” She shrugged simply. “And I assumed winning you that would give me a good shot at a second date.” She stated less subtly, shooting you a small smirk as you made your way to the slushy stand to get your last fix of sugar for the night.
You hummed, eyes fixed in front of you to avoid her expecting ones. You had made it clear to Kate on numerous occasions that you didn’t want anything more than friendship with her. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Kate, you did. Quite a lot. But there had always been something about her that didn’t sit right with you. It was puzzling to you how she always got everything she wanted and you had an idea it had something to do with her entitled upbringing that you couldn’t help but envy. You were from two very different worlds and that intimidated you greatly. Not to mention her reputation as a player didn’t exactly assure you that she was girlfriend material. Kate was fun to be around and a good friend to have, but she wasn’t what you were looking for in a partner.
Kate herself had wondered if that was the reason she was bordering on infatuation with you. She got everything she wanted. Her money could buy her any materialistic thing she desired, no matter the legal limitations, her connections got her access to the majority of the things that money couldn’t and she had always been able to smooth-talk her way into any girl's pants. And there was you, rejecting her time and time again no matter how much easier she could make your life if you devoted it to her. She had tried to understand you and get to you from every angle, failing every time, so she was done doing things the traditional way.
Kate, of course, paid for the drinks despite your protests (one red and one blue) though just as she was filling up the last of your cup you heard an ear piercing shriek behind you and whipped around in a panic only to see a teenager running from her friend with a Michael Myers mask chasing her past the ghost train ride. You smiled at the site and turned back to Kate just in time for her to slip an unmarked empty packet back into her pocket and pass your drink to you with an innocent smile you soaked up.
You thanked her and the two of you began strolling through the large field, taking in your manic surroundings of the lively avent as you fell into easy conversation about Kate’s latest work as an Avenger, eventually letting details slip that you were pretty sure were confidential. It was entertaining to listen to the stories Kate told and you always looked forward to hearing the next but that night you found yourself suddenly drained of your energy and decided it was time to bring the date to its natural end having been out for a couple hours.
“Do you wanna come back to mine?” Kate asked as you arrived back at her car. “I could put on one of those cheesy rom-coms you love so much.” She suggested, though the easy smirk on her lips told you that movies weren’t the only thing on her mind. She took a bold step towards you and you backed yourself up against the car, letting her put a hand on the vehicle for support as she leant closer. You could smell the artificial blueberry drink on her breath from the proximity and it was undeniably tempting to see if she tasted just as strongly.
“I think I should go home.” You said with a teasing smile and placed a hand on the archer’s chest to push her away. She let you but the displeasure that flashed across her features unnerved you slightly.
“At least let me drive you.” Kate insisted, bringing back that dangerously easy smile that always kept you intrigued by the archer enough to entertain the idea of going on a date with her in the first place.
“It’s a ten minute walk.” You pointed out despite your growing weariness.
“It’s dark out, though. You never know what creeps could be lurking around.” She said as she opened the passenger door for you and stood behind it with an inviting grin.
“Right, whatever you say Bishop.” You chuckled dismissively but got into the open car anyway and was immediately engulfed by the warmth of the pre-set heated seat. You were glad the drive wouldn’t take long because you were in serious danger of falling asleep under such conditions. The drowsiness was quick to increase with the addition of a strange fuzziness clouding your mind and plummeting it into a haze. Kate was talking but she sounded so far away and muffled and you didn’t recognise your surroundings and everything was so dark but comfortable and sleep was so inviting and…
“Just go to sleep, baby.” Kate whispered. You never got the chance to hear her instruction or feel the hand gripping your thigh.
*
“You look so tempting when you’re asleep.” Kate thought aloud as she traced a path along your collarbone with her index finger, wishing more than anything that she could litter it with marks for you to wake up to. She reminded herself to refrain from it, to hold back for the time being. You would already be alarmed when you awoke, scared even, so she couldn’t overload you with too much information all at once. She had to be respectful of you and take it slow.
In contrast to you, Kate had barely slept that night, too excited at the fact that you were finally sleeping in her bed in one of her own oversized shirts. You looked so peaceful and content, as you should. You were where you were meant to be with the person you were meant to be with. Kate couldn’t stop imagining you waking to the realisation of how comfortable you were with the archer and finally let her win you over. She also couldn’t help but admire the new patches of skin she had yet been able to explore, taking her time in tracing the softness of your thighs and lower abdomen but holding off anywhere too intimate, she wanted to share that moment with you when the time came.
When you eventually started to come around, Kate watched on as you hummed in content at the warmth that surrounded you and the presence of someone next to you. It was only once the archer muttered a soft "Good morning" that you furrowed your brows and opened your eyes to meet her dull grey ones.
"I would ask if you slept okay but you were out cold all night." She chuckled as though she was sharing a joke with herself. You gave a weak smile in response but felt unnerved as you raked your brain for the most recent memory you could. You remembered getting to the carnival, going on a few rides, Kate winning you prizes and getting slushies but past that was blank. All you knew was that you were in Kate's bed wearing her shirt even though you were sure you would never end up there. What had happened after getting slushies that had apparently shifted your whole opinion of Kate?
"Are you okay?" She asked with more curiosity than concern.
"Yeah! Yeah…" You were quick to say. You weren't sure you wanted to admit that you didn't remember a significant chunk of the night before. Would she be upset?
"I really enjoyed last night." The raven haired woman admitted as she relaxed next to you and hugged the pillow close to her, looking at you like a love struck teenager. It made your own heart swell slightly.
"I enjoyed it too." You said honestly because what you could remember of the date you recalled fondly.
"We should do it again sometime." She offered hopefully. You bit your lip, unsure of how to respond. You didn’t know what had occurred that led you to be in Kate's bed or even what had happened in it but you did know that in that moment, your feelings towards Kate remained the same.
"We'll see." You chuckled awkwardly before sitting up to avoid the older woman's expecting gaze and searched the room for your clothes that you found to be neatly folded on a chair in the corner. You took that as a sign that you had done no more than sleep in Kate’s bed and headed into her bathroom to change, trying to ignore the heavy gaze on you as you did.
When you ventured from the bathroom you were met with an empty room and the enticing smell of pancakes coming from the kitchen. Your stomach groaned in recognition of the sweet food and you wandered towards the other end of the apartment to find Kate humming as she stood over the hob with the radio reporting the latest stories taking place in the city. Two plates had already been laid out on the desktop though Kate was only just starting on the first few pancakes when she turned around to the sound of your cautious footsteps.
“I made breakfast.” She pointed out with a grin. You wondered if she was this sweet to all of the women she chased only to leave them in the dirt a couple weeks later. That question alone was what kept you on the defensive (though the heavenly food was tempting).
“I’m not feeling too good and I have work in a couple hours so I should probably just…” You pointed towards the door with a rush of guilt once you saw Kate’s expression fall until the brief memory of her irritated features at your rejection the previous night flashed through your mind. It truly was a whiplash of emotions Kate brought up in you. One moment she was the sweetest most genuine soul you knew and the next she made you feel as though you needed to keep your guard up around her, never giving you a moment to fully chase after either instinct she ignited.
“Let me drive you!” Kate was quick to offer when you started towards the door with her hot on your heels, her eagerness only pushing you more towards it.
“I need the walk.” You were quick to say. Too quick. Kate narrowed her eyes at you for a second, trying to see how best to navigate the course that she had put you on. “I’ll call you.” Her face brightened at that and she nodded swiftly, stepping towards you again but you didn’t give her the chance to get much closer because you were slipping through the gap in the doorway.
Over the next few weeks the weird headspace that you had awoken to in Kate’s bed only got worse. You felt as though you were in a constant haze and that getting through each day was an impossible feat when you couldn’t find it in you to function like you usually could. Your routine felt foreign and uncomfortable, as though there were significant pieces of information that were always missing and depriving your days of any normality. You were forgetting things a lot too. Important things and whole chunks of your days. Some mornings you would wake up to messages from your concerned friends asking why you hadn’t shown up to an apparently long awaited night outs while other times they talked animatedly to you about events you just couldn’t remember happening. Your life had suddenly plummeted into a turmoil of moments you couldn’t connect and a constant anxiety regarding the sanity of your own mind that only seemed to only ease up around Kate Bishop.
Though you had asked for a raincheck on your next date, you had found yourself calling her late most nights of the week. You weren’t sure if it was the distraction of hearing all of her soon-to-be legendary stories and the excitable way that she recalled them or the way she seemed to just know if you’d had a particularly hard day, but Kate had become a significant part of getting you through the testing time. You almost wanted to open up to her about it. You just didn’t want to scare off the one person who provided you respite from your own mind.
It also surprised you how patient Kate was. The woman who had asked you out a handful of times before you had agreed and shamelessly flirted with you any chance she got had backed off to a respectful distance and as far as you could tell she hadn’t turned her attention elsewhere. You experienced a pang of guilt every time you innocently assumed you had greatly misjudged her character and that she was in fact pretty much perfect. The way you let your guard down with her and remained concerned for your mind made it so much easier for Kate to slip into your apartment at night to carry out the necessary tasks.
“Do you ever wonder if you’re going crazy?” You asked blatantly as your eyes stayed fixed on the TV a few metres away. It was the only source of light in the dim apartment and it was just enough to illuminate the distant look in your eye that Kate immediately connected to the empty beer bottle in your hand. She looked down at her own and took a swig in an effort to hide the knowing smile that threatened to slip before she answered you. You were breaking in just the way she expected you to.
“I think seeing what crazy really looks like every day keeps me pretty grounded.” The archer answered in what she believed was the truth. “Why?” She continued, trying to play off her excitement and pretend to be interested in the film that had auto-played though she wasn’t sure you were following along with the story either.
“Just wondered.” You were only a little tipsy but it was all it took to take away your ability to lie smoothly. Kate hummed and the two of you let the tv fill the space once more. “You’ve really never questioned your mind?” You asked suddenly, making Kate chuckle openly as she turned herself fully towards you.
“What’s going on with you?” She pushed, gentle and patient as ever.
“I think the stress of work’s just catching up to me.” You shrugged as you felt the familiar swarm of anxious thoughts arise. You were starting to miss deadlines and no matter how many notes you left around your apartment and office it didn’t seem to be enough.
“Then quit.” Your friend said plainly.
“I can’t just quit my job, Kate.” You huffed and rolled your eyes at the rich kid antics that seemingly never went away.
“Sure you can. You can come work for me.” She said so nonchalantly you were sure she was pulling your leg. The CEO started peeling the label on the bottle as though she handed out such exclusive job offers so often that it bored her.
“What?” You blinked.
“I’m serious, you could start Monday.” She continued like it was no big deal. You guessed in her world it really wasn’t. Kate stopped fiddling with the bottle and looked at you with soft eyes. “I’ll take care of you.” There was a strong underlying sincerity to her words as she placed her hand atop of yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze, as though she knew that was exactly what you needed. “I promise.” You exhaled heavily and turned your hand over so that your fingertips could lightly trace hers before slipping between them.
A small tug of your hand was all the encouragement you needed to not only close the small distance between you and Kate but to straddle her lap and bring both hands up to her neck. The archer barely had a chance to hold your waist before you were kissing her with almost bruising force that she matched in an instant and took control of easily. Her left hand swiftly snaked down to your ass that she squeezed without restraint, earning a small gasp from you. She slipped her tongue past your parted lips and hummed at the taste of you before you pulled away with a content smile.
“So you’ll work for me?” Kate asked as she rested her forehead against yours and cherished the feeling of your soft breath against her.
“No.” You chuckled. The raven haired woman paused, ready to object until you stopped her. “But I’ll go on that second date.” Kate smirked and gripped your ass harder to pull you as close to her as she could and pressed her lips firmly against yours again.
*
You were glad you had that jovial moment with Kate to cling onto, because from then on, it was one stroke of bad luck after another, if you could even call it luck. First it was your car refusing to start one Wednesday morning when you were trying to go to work but instead had to stay with your crappy vehicle until someone came to tow it to a garage only to tell you they had no idea what was wrong with it and that they would have to keep it for a while. It wasn’t an entirely cheap or old car so the issue wasn’t one you were prepared to face to any degree, especially not financially.
“I want to.” She replied immediately. So much. “It would make me happy to have you here and-” Kate bit her tongue to stop herself getting too carried away in telling you how she wanted you by her side as much as possible. There would be time for that. “Just stay.”
“I can’t.” You sighed heavily, feeling defeated and far too tired.
“Why not?” Kate pushed as she leant back and cupped your face gently to have your blurry eyes meet her.
“I think I’m going crazy, Katie.” You admitted as your voice broke. Everything’s just such a blur and it’s all too complicated and I…” You tried to steady yourself to remain as coherent as you could while Kate listened on patiently. “I can’t remember anything and it’s making things really fucking hard. The only moments that are clear are when I’m with you but I don’t know why and I know that sounds stupid but-” You rambled and panicked more when you realised how insane you sounded.
“That’s okay.” Kate said simply with a smile that was much too relaxed for the conversation.
“Are you listening to me?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“And we’ll fix this.” You stared at Kate, not understanding how she wasn’t at all phased by what you were saying. If you weren’t relying so heavily on her, you might have heard the alarm bells in the back of your mind. “Just stay here with me. We’ll get you new clothes and anything you need and you’ll come to work with me.” Kate explained as she wiped away the tears on your cheeks, staring down at you with such adoration that you easily followed everything she said. “Everything will be fine.” Kate said with such a sense of finality you could only nod in response.
“What about seeing a doctor?” You asked.
“Let's just wait and see.” You nodded again without argument and settled back into Kate’s arms when she kissed you softly and hummed a tune you didn’t recognise. The two of you were already in bed so she had no issue with letting the exhaustion of the day catch up to you until you were fast asleep in her arms and felt a jolt of excitement at the thought that the scene would soon be a familiar one.
Very soon, things started to improve. Kate never stopped drugging you like she had intended to. She had planned to slowly reduce the amounts she gave you over time but a week into having you so invested in her life she discovered that there was something about how pliable and desperate for Kate’s presence they made you. You grew scared in those vulnerable moments and you knew the archer was the only one who could help ease those worries so you seeked her out more. And Kate loved it. She thrived off it. She used it.
There were less blanks in your memory, only occurring a few times a week, though the haze over your mind came and went throughout each day and left you disorientated. Kate was understanding of that and let you take naps in her office on the sofa that was comfier than the one you had in your old apartment and more peaceful too although that may have just been down to being in Kate’s presence while you rested.
You were content with Kate, more content than you ever had been and you didn’t want that to ever change. Sure, she was quick to place a possessive hand on your waist anywhere you went and sometimes you wondered if she was a little patronising when restricting you from carrying out tasks that would take you too far away from her office. But she looked after you. She loved you. She showed it in the way she always wanted you close. She showed it in her insistence to ensure you never had to do anything for yourself. She showed it when she told you she was never letting you go. She showed it in the way she touched you every night.
“Such a fragile little thing.” Kate mused as she watched her strap disappear into your soaked cunt. She took her painstakingly slow time in admiring the way your muscles reacted to the toy and listening to the needy mewls it brought out from you. She grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled your head up to force you to look at yourself in the mirror on the wall in front of you. You moaned as you watched Kate, situated comfortably behind you, grip onto your waist with her other hand to keep you in place as she eased the toy out. “You see what I do to you?” She smirked as you registered your tear stained cheeks and utterly desperate look as evident from the hours prior she had spent playing with your body.
“Fuck.” Was all you managed as a response as you focused your energy on trying to keep yourself up on your forearms. You were getting so close again but Kate had already edged you countless times that night that you weren’t sure she was going to give you what you wanted just yet.
“I can tell you’re getting so close again.” She noted as she thrusts her hips wildly against your own to give you her full length each time. “Do you wanna cum, pretty baby?”
“Please!” You managed to beg with a cry as you attempted to grind back against her to reach your orgasm before she had the chance to deny you of it. But Kate knew your body and mind too well and slipped out of you with a mocking chuckle when you gave a cry of protest. She patted your tailbone as tears of frustration welled up in your eyes.
“Too bad I’m not ready to let you.” She chuckled and delivered a harsh smack to your ass. You lurched forward and your arms gave out under you in an instant. “Oh baby, you look so fucking pathetic like that.” Kate pouted in a bitterly condescending tone that raked your body with shivers.
She took that as her cue to flip your limp body onto your back before slipping her strap back between your legs with no resistance. You squirmed with how sensitive you already were but a firm hand on your torso kept you firmly planted against the mattress as Kate thrust into you without mercy, admiring how fucked out you became from her actions.
“Fuck, you love it when I fuck you with my cock, don’t you pretty baby?” You were unable to give a verbal response and thankfully Kate wasn’t expecting one, content to continue using your pussy how she pleased to gain the needy reactions she wanted. She always loved pushing you to the brink of your desperation, seeing your mind being filled with thoughts and need for her and her alone. You belonged to her, and in those moments you best understood that.
“Cum for me, princess. Let me see how good I make you feel.” She ordered as she thumbed at your throbbing clit. You bucked your hips up into her hand as incoherent pleas tumbled from your lips and you went crashing over the edge. Kate let you pull her close as you came and used her to anchor yourself onto the only thing you needed. “That’s my good girl. There you go, such a sweet baby for me.” She muttered words of praise and assurance for several minutes as you came down, your hold on her never loosening.
“Thank you.” You muttered weakly, always wanting to express your gratitude any moment you could. Kate’s lips turned up into a smile as she pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Of course. You know I’ll always take care of you.”
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such a fool to say no (part ii)
ship: dark!wanda maximoff x fem little!reader; dark!kate bishop x fem little!reader. dark!kate x dark!wanda x little!reader
summary/request: wanda returns from her mission, and it’s time to pay the babysitter. conclusion to such a fool to say no.
word count: 4.9k
warnings: dark smut (18+ ONLY), non/con and dub/con, heavy (implied to be forced) MD/LG age/play (mommy wanda/little reader), dark kate and wanda, manipulation, manhandling, slight impact play, threats of violence, degradation, dumbification, anal play, strap ons, cockwarming, blowjobs, nipple clamps, magic bondage, extreme edging/denial. wanda is mean and kate has mommy issues.
(read part i)
Exhausted from three days of patrolling and knocking around some pathetic crime ring, Wanda is happy to finally flop down onto her bed as the Quinjet prepares to take off. She takes her phone off of the wireless charging station, smiling to herself when she sees her lockscreen: a photo of you and her at the beach, your face slightly sunburnt because you refused to let her properly coat you in lotion. That was the first real outing she took you on after isolating you for so long, and you were so compliant, letting Wanda pick out a swimsuit for you, happily eating the fruit she sliced into tiny bites for you, and eventually falling asleep on her as she watched the waves crash against the shore.
The notifications on her phone are scarce, considering most of the people she talks to are currently on the jet with her. There are a few texts from Kate that catch Wanda's eye. A couple of updates on how you were doing well, but missing Wanda, and a few photos of the two of you on the couch watching movies or playing games. Wanda sends hearts as a response to the photos and a quick text as well.
hey! just finished, we're heading home now :) hope u two are behaving.
Kate replies back within a few seconds, her typing bubble popping up and going away at a rapid pace.
of course we are!!!
perfectly behaved, no need to worry.
everything under control.
Something about that was much less reassuring to Wanda's anxious brain. Of course, the worst trouble they could've gotten into would probably be breaking something, seeing as Kate would've immediately told Wanda if there was an emergency of some sort. But the thought of you even getting mildly hurt by a broken plate or spilling some of Kate's coffee and burning yourself makes Wanda's stomach churn.
Wanda opens the security app on her phone, angling her head up to unlock the facial recognition. It wasn’t often that she needed to use the monitors that Bruce helped her set up, considering you were almost always by her side. The only time that she really needs them is instances like this, when she’s missing you while on a mission.
Or, when she gets that feeling that something's not right.
Usually, that feeling that makes Wanda’s skin itch with anxiety is nothing more than her overthinking, obsessive nature. Whenever she’s suddenly felt the urgent need to check how you are on the cameras before, she usually just finds you watching cartoons or coloring, so she almost expects to find more of the same, but with this addition of Kate.
When she starts scrolling back through the recorded clips, that's about all she sees for the most part. Wanda almost lets out a sigh of relief and closes the app - until she sees a clip from last night that makes her body tense up. She holds her breath as she hits play, hoping that she's just misreading what she saw in the preview of the recording.
It wasn't unusual for you to drape yourself over Kate's lap. Both of you were very cuddly, and Wanda never had a reason to see a problem with it, considering it had been hammered into you over and over and over again that you belong to her and only her. Often, you would still even look to Wanda for her approval before you sat yourself in one of her teammate's laps, slight anxiety blooming in your eyes over what could happen if Wanda decided that the contact was too much. She usually appreciated Kate's presence when she was too caught up in training or meetings to give you proper attention.
However, what was unusual was catching Kate's hands trailing under your shorts. Wanda's thankful her powerset doesn't include enhanced strength, because the way her grip tightens on her phone would've surely snapped the device in half had she been Steve Rogers.
Her chest tightens as she watches Kate manhandle her precious, fragile angel. Wanda never treats you rough physically, so it's clear that you're caught completely off guard with the way you try to squirm away to no avail, unable to resist Kate shoving her fingers down your throat and flipping you over onto your stomach. Even through the slight grain of the camera, Wanda can see the muscles in Kate's arms flex as she pins your arms down behind your back.
To Wanda's surprise and disgust, she finds herself throbbing at the sight.
Even though Wanda's done everything in her power to keep you from ever being tainted by anybody else's touch, threatening (and perhaps occasionally causing) bodily harm to anyone who dared look at you with any semblance of desire, she couldn't even think about tearing her eyes away from the screen.
There's no sound in the video, but Wanda can see from the tears on your face and your legs kicking uselessly under the stronger woman that you're whining at Kate to stop. Kate is anything but gentle with you, poking and groping and fucking you with a dark desperation in her eyes.
Ironically, it was Kate's roughness that has Wanda watching the entire clip of Kate edging you. Wanda can tell your body has more than betrayed you based on the way you’re not so subtly bucking your hips against Kate's fingers.
It should infuriate Wanda, seeing you give yourself up to Kate like this. And to a degree, it does. But the heat erupting through her body cannot purely be written off as rage. It's almost...satisfying how easily you were overpowered by Kate. Sure, Kate is an active Avenger, and even before being subjected to world-saving level training sessions, she was very athletic.
But it's not just the way you physically are no match for Kate. Wanda can see the way your eyes just give up.
It feels like so long since she first got to see her your mind break as you realized that it was useless resisting Wanda's perfectly crafted plans for you. That fluttering of your eyes closing, the deep breath you take as your body prepares itself for what's to come, your reservations leaving with an exhale, leaving you as pliable as wet clay for Wanda to mold into her precious baby.
Watching Kate manipulate you leaves Wanda with that same satisfaction, knowing that you're just so dumb and weak and helpless. A new feeling tugs at Wanda's rolling emotions too. It's clear from how easily Kate's fingers fuck into your cunt that you're soaked from her uncaring roughness, a realization that makes Wanda's body twitch with desire. She's never, ever handled you aggressively like that. Soft touches and harsh words were her personal favorites, so she never would have guessed that it would turn you on so much to be thrown around like a pathetic ragdoll. This discovery has Wanda's mind running a mile a minute with possibilities.
As Kate denies your orgasm with a sharp slap to your cunt, Wanda snaps back to reality. It’s hard to ignore the slick that’s grown in her underwear, but she refuses to stoop so low as to get off to Kate taking advantage of you. Guilt begins to seep through Wanda's skin as she quickly closes the app, not even realizing how hard she's breathing and the light sheen of sweat that dampens her skin until her focus is pulled away from the video.
What kind of mommy is she? Getting turned on from her teammate, her fellow Avenger, your best friend who you both trust pinning you down and using you like you were nothing more than a cute new toy to play with.
And who the fuck did Kate Bishop think she was? Did she think that Wanda wouldn't find out? Did she think Wanda couldn't peek into that thick skull of hers and see all those memories of how you felt around her fingers racing around?
Maybe that was Kate's plan all along. Wanda thought.
Wanda, phone still in a vice grip, gets up and steps out of her room for a second, calling up to where Sam and Natasha are chatting about something Bucky did earlier.
"How much longer until we're home?" Wanda asks with an eerie calmness.
"Only a couple more hours," Sam answers, not noticing the odd tone of Wanda's voice. Natasha, of course, picks up on it, looking over her shoulder and raising an eyebrow at her. Wanda doesn't acknowledge her.
"Perfect, thanks."
-
Mind games are always Wanda's favorite. Nothing in the world satisfied her more than to lure someone into a false sense of security, all honey-sweet words to draw her prey in, make them open and vulnerable, only for the realization to dawn on them that they had no choice in the matter. But it's too late for them now. Wanda always gets her way.
That's how she got you, anyway. You were already prime for the taking when Wanda met you. Soft. Submissive. Eager to please. Desperate for some direction in your life. Maybe that's what drew her to you in the first place. Maybe you're the reason that she is the way she is. How could she have helped it after she saw your sparkling eyes already looking at her like you'd dive headfirst into the Marana's Trench if she asked?
So, Wanda was more than happy to play the long game when she finally got home. As soon as she stepped in the door of her home, you bounded into her arms, clutching onto her as if she'd just returned from years at war. Wanda could immediately tell that something was off with you - understandably so, considering the way you were violated the night before. Normally, after spending time away from Wanda, you'd immediately start babbling away about all the things you did. But you simply clung tight to her, hiding your face in her neck as she scoops you up into her arms.
"Hi, my sweet girl," Wanda coos, peppering your face with kisses.
"Hi, mommy. I missed you," you mutter into her cheek as you plant a wet kiss there.
"Hello, Kate," Wanda looks over to the young woman who was very clearly avoiding eye contact with her. All that cockiness that Wanda saw over the camera seemed to disappear now that Kate was faced with potential consequences. "Did you two behave while I was gone?"
The question makes you tense slightly in her arms, and Kate's eyes cut to you, so sure that she's been caught wet-handed. But Wanda doesn't give any indication that she knows, just tilts her head at Kate's non-response. "Is there something I should know about, Kate?"
"No!" Kate says far too quickly. "Well, we might have eaten an extra cookie or two."
"Ah, so that's why my little one is all shy, hm?" Wanda pokes your tummy, and you relax slightly against her.
"Well, I guess I should be heading out!" Kate moves to grab her bag from the living room. Wanda puts you down, and you watch as she grabs Kate gently by the shoulder.
"It's getting late though, and it's a bit of a ways back to your apartment, isn't it?" Wanda asks with faux concern. "You should stay another night. I wouldn't want you to be walking the streets in the dark."
"It's really fine, I don't wanna be a burden."
"Not a burden at all. I insist, Kate."
Kate chews on her lip, stomach twisting with anxiety, but she finally agrees to stay. You ignore the two chatting about their mission as you wander into the living room, plopping yourself down on the soft rug and going back to the coloring you were doing.
You're almost positive that Wanda knows what Kate did. But, you were expecting Wanda to blow up at Kate right away, and she seemed as calm as ever. Maybe Kate was allowed to play with you like mommy does. The shame in your chest eased off, and you poked your head over the couch to ask, "Mommy? Can we have pizza for dinner?"
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By the time the three of you were stuffed full of pizza, Kate had relaxed as well, sprawling across the loveseat as you curled up in Wanda's lap on the couch. Kate wanted to watch a movie, so she was flipping through just about every streaming service Wanda had, occasionally pausing on something to read the description and then moving on to something else. Now that Kate was under the impression that she got away with it, Wanda was finally ready to have some fun of her own.
"Kate, honey," Wanda pulls her attention away from the list of movies. "Why don't I pick something, if you can't choose?"
"Okay," Kate shrugs, tossing the remote over to Wanda. It barely misses your head, and you flinch before you realize that Wanda's caught it with her magic. "Sorry."
Wanda's expression doesn't shift as she exits Hulu and opens an app that Kate doesn't recognize. You do, though. You open your mouth to protest, but Wanda shushes you with a firm grip on your thigh. Panicked, you look over at Kate, trying to get her attention and warn her, but Kate's eyes are glued to the screen, eyes widening as a list of monitor camera footage loads.
"Do you see something you'd like to watch?" Wanda can barely hide her satisfied smirk as Kate whips her head to meet her eyes, shimmering with red.
"Actually, I think I forgot I told Yelena I would help her with something." Kate tries to get up, but she's flung back into the chair by tendrils of red magic, looping over her arms and chest, even wrapping up around her throat. You whimper hopelessly, knowing that protesting will do nothing. Besides, you'd be lying if seeing Kate helpless against Wanda wasn't some delicious revenge.
"I'm sure Yelena will be fine without you. Now, I think I saw something that I wanted to watch earlier when I was flying back." Wanda selects the same video she watched earlier. You close your eyes, humiliated by the sight of Kate pulling you over her lap. Kate tries to look away as well, but Wanda doesn't allow that. You're dumped onto the couch as Wanda stands up to grip Kate by her jaw, roughly forcing her to look at the television. "Don't close those pretty eyes, Kate. After all, you worked so hard to make this video for me. That must've been what you wanted, hm? Or are you really such a stupid bitch that you thought you could get away with touching my property?"
"N-no, Wanda. I swear, I--I'm sorry I don't know what came over me," Kate cries, squirming against Wanda's grasp. You quietly watch from the couch, thoughts racing as Wanda's fingers twist ropes of scarlet across Kate's temple.
"Don't know what came over you, hm?" Wanda growls. She'd long since sworn off peeking into the minds of her teammates without permission or in emergency situations, but now she's regretting that kindness. Kate's mind was filled with fantasies of you. Which now wasn't shocking, but Wanda grins as she finds daydreams of her taking Kate as well. "Then why's your empty skull filled with so many dirty thoughts about my baby?"
Wanda releases the grip on Kate's thoughts, and she gasps as she's shoved to the floor. You try to move to see if she's okay, but Wanda shoots you a warning look. "Go get my favorite. And the special box."
"The one I'm not supposed to touch?"
"That's the one."
Kate watches as you just barely hesitate, but then rush off to the bedroom. Now that you're out of the room, Wanda leans down to wrap her hand around Kate's throat. A whimper gets caught there, and Wanda laughs at how pathetic Kate looks compared to how she acted with you.
"You're lucky that I like you, you know that? If it had been anyone else, I would've been hiding the body by now," Wanda hums, core throbbing at the way Kate's panicked breaths feel against her grip. "Don't get too comfortable though. That option is still on the table if you don't do as I say. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am," Kate sobs.
"Mommy?" Your voice is a relief for Kate as it causes Wanda to pull her hand away. You're holding a small, black mahogany box in one hand and a harness with a thick red dildo in the other. Kate gulps.
Too impatient to fumble around with clothes, Wanda strips you and Kate with a snap of her fingers. Kate silently wonders why you're completely nude while she was left in her panties, but is too terrified to question the witch. Wanda whispers instructions to you, telling you in a low voice to sit on the couch. You obey, watching as Wanda kneels next to Kate, opening the forbidden box. Wanda's always told you that those toys are for big girls who can "take a little pain." It never made sense to you why she had such things if she didn't intend to use them on you, but maybe she was secretly waiting for a moment like this.
Wanda's skilled hands glide up Kate's torso, squeezing her tits and tugging roughly on her nipples. Kate groans, leaning into Wanda's touch. Lost in the sensations of Wanda's hands against her, Kate doesn't notice the clamps until the cool metal pinches down on her nipples, yanking a screech from her throat.
"Be quiet," Wanda hisses, shoving Kate's head to the ground, positioning her ass upwards and tugging her panties to the side so that the cool lube she grabbed from the box can slide down Kate's holes. Kate tries to remain composed, but it's difficult as a thick toy is shoved unceremoniously into her (embarrassingly soaked) cunt. She moans into the plush rug as Wanda gives the toy a couple of pumps for good measure. Moans of pleasure turn into uncomfortable whining as Wanda stuffs her fingers into Kate's ass without any further prepping. The stretch hurts like hell, but Wanda's surprised at how Kate seems to be in less pain than expected. "Dirty slut, you probably play with this tight hole of yours all the time, huh? Is that why your little ass is just pulling my fingers in? Do you love having your filthy hole stretched?"
"Y-yes," Kate cries, tears now flowing freely down her face.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Yes, ma'am, what?" Wanda delivers a sharp slap on Kate's ass, grabbing the biggest metal plug in her collection.
"Yes, ma'am! I love having my filthy hole stretched!" Kate finally answers. Cool metal quickly replaces Wanda's fingers, and Kate is beginning to wonder if this is a punishment or reward because she's never felt more pleasure and pain at the same time as her ass is stretched open with the girth of the plug. Wanda holds the plug at the widest point for a moment, letting Kate feel the full effects of it. "Please."
"Aw, you do have some manners when it's your holes getting fucked, huh?" Wanda coos, releasing the plug and watching with deep satisfaction as it gets tugged the full way into Kate's ass. She glances over her shoulder to check on you, and is more than happy with how visibly aroused you are. She can see your hands quivering beside you because you're just itching to touch yourself so badly, slick coating the insides of your thighs as you watch your mommy ruin your best friend. "Are you enjoying yourself, baby?"
"Yes, mommy," you answer quietly, ashamed of how much you love watching the scene in front of you. Wanda slides Kate's underwear back into place, the fabric barely strong enough to keep the dildo snugly in Kate's cunt, but with some help from Wanda's magic, it's pushed back fully into her, causing her to jerk forward.
"Good, I bet you want me to take care of that wet little pussy, don't you?" Wanda asks, standing up to put the harness on. You nod dumbly, ready to crawl into Wanda’s lap as soon as she sits down. You’re stopped by a gentle hand pushing you to sit beside her, however, and you look at her in confusion. “Not yet. Katie here is going to put on a show for us first. Don’t you think that sounds fair?”
“Yes, mommy,” you practically moan. Wanda snaps her fingers to get Kate’s attention. Kate, who hasn’t moved a single inch from her position pressed into the ground, terrified of moving without Wanda’s permission, finally sits up on her heels, hands in her lap like a perfect submissive. She tries to avoid staring at Wanda’s strap standing at attention between her thighs, but she can’t help eyeing the cock and clenching around the toys stuffing her. Her underwear was soaked, practically dripping.
A surge of pain jolts through Kate’s body as Wanda grabs the chain dangling from the clamps, using them to tug Kate forwards between her spread legs. Kate’s hands twitch, needing to feel some sort of contact with either of you soon or she was going to explode.
“Sitting pretty for me, huh? So eager,” Wanda runs her hand softly through Kate’s hair, allowing her to lean into the touch before gripping her tight at the roots and tugging her face forward Wanda’s cock pressed against her cheek. “You’re going to get my cock nice and wet for my baby, okay?”
As Kate opens her mouth to answer, Wanda slaps the toy against her tongue, laughing at the way Kate’s tongue lolls out automatically. You press yourself against Wanda’s side, finding a better angle to watch Wanda’s cock slip between Kate’s lips. Both you and Wanda groan at the sight of Kate taking the toy deeper, Wanda’s hand pushing her down further with no remorse.
She gags, gripping the base of Wanda’s cock, pushing the harness against her clit. Wanda gasps, releasing Kate’s hair from her grip and allowing her to move on her own. Kate uses the opportunity to take a breath, panting and staring up at Wanda with dazed eyes. A string of spit connects her to the strap.
“You gag on this cock like you were born for it, Kate,” Wanda says, admiring the way Kate spits the excess drool onto the toy, stroking it for a moment as she swirls her tongue around the tip, simply humming in response. She takes the length into her mouth again, sloppy noises filling the room as she goes as deep as she can. “I bet you’re the most popular girl around with a mouth like this. Bet you eat pussy the same way too. So fucking messy.”
Wanda's pretty sure she could spend all night like this - watching Kate suck on her strap like her life depended on it (it kind of did), with you curled up into her side, soft moans escaping from your lips each time Kate gags. As much as she'd like to see just how long Kate would willingly stay on her knees for her, not so subtly squeezing her thighs together to feel the fullness of the toys inside her, Wanda has other plans.
"Off."
Kate releases the toy from her mouth with a wet sound, licking one final stripe up the shaft. Wanda's hips twitch, aching for stimulation of her own.
"C'mere, baby," Wanda says to you, shifting so she can guide you to sit in her lap, facing Kate. She takes her cock in her hand, and both of you moan at just how drenched Kate left it as Wanda glides it through your folds. There's zero resistance as you sink down onto the toy, mouth hanging open in a gasp as you're able to take the entire thing in one go. Kate groans, eyes fixated on your cunt swallowing Wanda's cock, shifting on her knees and clenching around the toys. "You like when Kate watches you take mommy's cock, little one?"
"Yes, mommy!" You shout as Wanda gives you a hard thrust. She plants her feet hard on the ground, grabbing your hips so she can fuck up into you, using you like nothing more than a pretty fleshlight.
"My sweet, empty headed baby," Wanda coos in your ear. "There's just no brain in there once that pussy of yours gets wet. It all melts away like cotton candy. That's how Kate got you, huh? Big, mean Kate took advantage of how soft and dumb you are? Well, she's not so big and mean now, is she? No, she's just as little and needy as you are, darling. Maybe even more."
You're far too focused on your hole getting ruined to notice Wanda's eyes glow red. Scarlet waves of magic wrap around Kate, pulling her hands behind her back. You think that's all that Wanda does to her, until you hear wet noises coming from somewhere other than between your own legs. Kate practically falls over at the sudden movement of the dildo inside of her, thrusting at the same pace that she's watching you get fucked. Her moans mix with yours, and Wanda feels practically drunk with power.
"You like that, don't you?" Wanda addresses Kate, who nods furiously, trying her best to meet the thrusts of the toy. Her eyes are completely glazed over with pleasure, mouth hanging open, drool coating her lips and threatening to dribble down her chest. You're not far behind her either, leaning yourself fully back against Wanda, trying desperately not to lose yourself to the sensations and let your eyes fall closed, not wanting to miss a single moment of Kate getting ruined. "I bet this is what you wanted all along isn't it? Just wanted me to abuse those pretty holes of yours?"
All Wanda receives as a response is a broken whine, the heat in Kate's center building rapidly.
"You can cum whenever you need, little one," Wanda whispers to you. Kate assumes that means she's not going to be allowed to cum, unless she wants to face consequences. But the dildo thrusting harder into her is making it harder and harder to hold back. "What an attention whore you are, Katie. That rich bitch mother of yours not give you enough attention? Is that why you came crawling to me, acting like the biggest brat I've ever seen? Needed a mommy instead?"
"Y-y-fuck!" The response is cut off as Kate feels an intense buzzing on her clit. The sight of Kate's body trembling so intensely combined with Wanda's hands on your own clit send you over the edge, throwing your head back against Wanda's shoulder as your cunt clenches so hard around the strap that Wanda has to hold you in place to make sure you don't push it out of you.
The combination of sensations plus the sight of you coming has Kate forgetting she's supposed to hold back, and she's expecting the release of the tension in her core any second, ready to feel herself gush between her thighs...
But nothing happens.
"Wh-why..?" Kate mumbles pathetically. She can feel how close she is, like there's a little rubber band inside her that's stretched to the point of snapping. Except instead of that, it just keeps stretching further and further, the tension uncomfortable to the point of hurting.
"What's wrong?" Wanda tilts her head, a coy smile playing on her lips. You've stopped bouncing on her strap, but it still remains stuffed in your hole, Wanda's hands moving away from your clit and rubbing small circles into your thigh. Breathing heavy, you puzzle at Kate's panicked expression, not understanding why she looks so uncomfortable.
"What did you do, Wanda, why can't I..." Kate sobs as the pain of being held teetering on the edge makes her whole body jerk, almost as if it's trying to escape itself. It's like she's just being held over a cliff, not allowed to fall, but not allowed to jump backwards either. And there's only one person who can do either right now. She looks up at Wanda through watery eyes, chest heaving as the toys continue to shift inside of her.
"It's so cute that you thought I'd let you cum!" Wanda says in a saccharine tone. She moves you off of her strap, shushing the quiet whine you let out at being left empty and gaping. You're too dazed to care about Wanda jostling you around rather carelessly, holding you tight in her lap as she manages to slip the harness off of her and tug her leggings off. Wanda pulls you back against her chest, spreading your legs with her own. Kate's distracted momentarily from her struggling as she realizes just how soaked Wanda is. "Clean both of us up, Kate. Maybe after that I'll consider letting you cum."
Kate had a feeling that Wanda had no such intentions, but your tender folds were calling to her, so she wasted no time shoving her face between your thighs, moaning at the taste of your cum. She drifts down, not wanting to leave Wanda hanging, and laps just as eagerly through her folds.
"I was right. You do eat pussy just as well." Wanda gasps as Kate flicks her clit. "Keep that up, and I'll make you a regular babysitter, Kate."
Even though Wanda's still keeping her on edge, hips thrusting mindlessly as she silently begs for any sort of relief, the thought of being invited back sends Kate burying herself even deeper between Wanda's thighs.
#wanda maximoff x reader#kate bishop x reader#dark!wanda maximoff x reader#dark!kate bishop x reader#c: wanda#c: kate bishop#s: wandakate#darkfics#dark!wanda#dark!kate#silver writes
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Jane O. Wayne // Kate Jacobs
#Jane O. Wayne#Kate Jacobs#quotes#dark academia#chaotic academia#classic literature#light academia#book quotes#poetry#classic academia#suffering
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Elvira: Mistress Of The Dark (1988)
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This Hark! A Vagrant strip is immediately what I thought of when I found those letters. I’m sticking with the hot topic implication bc it’s funnier than finding a faerûnian equivalent for France and bc fantasy hot topic would be fucking fantastic and I want to go there right now.
(The postscript says ‘no homo’ but it is very much homo)
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#the dark urge#the dark urge spoilers#durge#ballard#Enver Gortash#durgetash#bg3 comic#thank you Kate Beaton#the meme that keeps on giving a decade on#artings#digital art
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“my pussy has taken me places I wouldn’t go with a gun”
the places in question:
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need 🎀
#lana del rey#ultraviolence#dollette#female hysteria#pinterest#girlblogger#lily rose depp#coquette#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#divine feminine#girlblogging#chemtrails over the country club#the feminine urge#feminine rage#dark feminine#this is what makes us girls#cocaine kate#norman fucking rockwell#the virgin suicides#nyc it girl
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ronin!kate x reader
word count: 7k
warnings: marvel canon injuries, blood loss, alcohol consumption, break ins, guns, (empty) death threats, power imbalance, clothed/unclothed sex, fingering, oral, praise, strap on mention
You yawned as you trudged through your dim apartment with your arms full of your latest grocery shop you had forced yourself to pick up just after your shift. It had been one of the most hectic nights you had experienced ever since moving to the city, something you were quickly learning you needed to adjust to because your shifts were far more intense than they were when you lived in a rural town and it didn’t help that it happened to be a friday night. You wanted nothing more than to change into your pjs and fall asleep to whatever animated show appeared on your laptop first.
Once you finished putting your groceries away, you made your way to your bathroom but froze when you spotted the splatter of blood in the doorway. You took a tentative step back and noticed that drops of blood led, or came from, the door to your apartment that you had failed to notice in your overworked state. You put your brain into gear as your mind raced at the literal countless possibilities of what could be behind your bathroom door. Why the hell did you move to the city?
“If you're that unobservant I’m not sure I want your help,” a voice called from the other side of the door. You pushed it open slightly, enough to see a covered figure slumped against your bathtub in a mess of blood. Your first aid kit was by their side and had clearly been torn into and disregarded by the stranger who you suddenly recognised.
“You’re the ronin,” you stated, unsure whether to call the police or ambulance first.
“Yep,” the voice grunted as they gripped their side. You couldn’t see any injuries through the thick suit but you could gather that that was where the most pressing one was situated. “And you’re a paramedic,” they stated. “Do your job,” they ordered, their grey eyes locking on yours with a silent threat.
“You need an ambulance,” you told them, taking a cautious step back but halting immediately when the masked stranger pulled a handgun out from behind their back and pointed it straight at you.
“No ambulance,” they spat.
“Okay,” you swallowed as you raised your hands and gradually moved to kneel down next to them in the cramped bathroom. They watched your every move as you opened your bathroom cabinet and grabbed everything you needed. In your experience, you had witnessed enough home accidents that you were prepared for any kind of injury you could endure in your flat, luckily for the stranger. “I need to see it,” you told them as you held up the sterilising wipes. They nodded, pulling at the gap in their suit to display the deep incision in their side.
Though you had many questions about the injury before you, you didn’t dare ask them as you worked silently in cleaning the area. “You need to take the suit off, I can’t see what I’m doing,” you told them honestly.
“No,” they countered immediately. You paused for a second when you heard the feminine undertone in their voice peek through, apparently in too much pain to continue to try and disguise it.
“But I need-” you didn’t finish your request because she cocked her gun as she continued to keep it in line with you. Your heart thrummed in your chest, never having been so close to an actual gun before. You eyed the weapon as you brought several fresh wipes up the slash and ran them gently over the top, producing a sharp hiss from the stranger. “Sorry,” you muttered without any actual sympathy. She glared at you and used her free hand to pull at her suit from the neck, dragging it down until it pooled at her waist and gave you full access to the slash you now realised to be far bigger than you had anticipated and bleeding heavily. You cursed, pressing your nearest towel to the gash with a calculated amount of pressure.
“Can you hold it?” You asked. Her head tilted to the side as she assessed you, most likely sure that you were trying to trick her. “I need to prepare the stitches,” you told her seriously, recognising that the vigilante’s life was very much in your hands. She agreed and held the rough fabric with her free hand as she watched you swiftly sterilise and prep the equipment needed with a practised efficiency that pushed your fight or flight to the back of your mind so you could focus on the task at hand.
“How long ago did this happen?” You questioned as you brought the needle up to her exposed flesh. You needed to keep her talking but the information was crucial as well, even if you were limited as to what you could do with it on your own.
“An hour,” she guessed, grunting when you began to push the needle in. “Fuckers,” she cursed.
“More than one?” You enquired as you worked steadily.
“That’s the norm,” she told you openly, perhaps feeling the need to distract herself. “They just don’t usually manage to hit me back,” she chuckled through the pain.
“So I’ve heard,” you muttered, feeling the woman shoot you a look that you didn’t acknowledge. “Why did you come to me?” You continued.
“You were…closest,” she told you, her breathing growing heavier by the second. You were half way through and she was still losing too much blood.
“Yeah? You know where all the paramedics live?” You half joked.
“Only the pretty ones,” she couldn’t help but quip. You glanced up, noticing the sparks of mischief that were struggling to get through the fog of pain. You didn’t entertain her remark, even if you were fully aware of how her abs were tensing as you stitched her up.
“No one knows who you are, why didn’t you just take the suit off and call for an ambulance?” You questioned as you started to finish up.
“And pay thousands for something I can get you to do for free?” She struggled to laugh again.
“It’s not the same,” you were quick to interject. “I’ve stopped the bleeding but I have no idea what kind of damage you’ve sustained,” you pointed out in hopes that the stranger would understand how limited you were as to what you could do for her.
“Figure it out,” she countered as though it was that simple, pushing the gun further towards you.
“If you kill me you’ll probably die too,” you told her. “And I thought you only went after the bad guys,” you challenged, letting your adrenaline talk for you.
“I go after people who cause me problems,” she replied, returning your challenging gaze with more intensity. You were the first to avert your eyes. “I’ll sleep on your couch,” she announced.
“Not in those bloody clothes,” you objected. “You can wear some of mine,” you told her adamantly. She stared back at you as you got up off of the bloody floor that you knew you were going to need to clean as soon as she was out of the bathroom. “You can keep the mask on,” you told her as you left, rolling your eyes to yourself.
You brought back some grey sweatpants and navy blue sweatshirt, assuming it would be best to give the stranger the darkest shirt you had in case she stained it. “Let me help,” you offered when she grimaced at the stretch of lifting the shirt up.
“No,” she objected at once. You huffed at her stubbornness, hoping that you weren’t going to have to have her as a houseguest for too long.
“If you pull your stitches out I’m not putting them back in,” you told her as you shut the door to give her some privacy. That was a lie, you would put them back in, but you wouldn’t be happy about it.
You walked to your kitchen with a shaky exhale, feeling your adrenaline wear off by the minute but also finding yourself becoming less unnerved by the ronin. You didn’t believe she was going to hurt you and you could see her threats were entirely empty, but you did want to help her. It was inconvenient to say the least to have someone of her character laying in your bathroom and her demeanour was beginning to get on your nerves, but your blind (and probably reckless) need to help her was the exact reason you became a paramedic. The only thing you needed to consider was whether or not to call an ambulance once she no doubt passed out on your sofa. You predicted it wouldn’t take long in her condition.
You brought a pan of water to the boil and added enough pasta for two with the intention of trying to encourage your guest to eat but you paused when you heard a dull thud from the bathroom. You left the pasta to cook as you knocked on the door and called out. “Everything okay in there?” You asked. You didn’t get a response for a few seconds.
“No,” she admitted. You opened the door to her gripping onto your bathtub with a frustrated might as she attempted to haul herself to her feet. You quickly got to her side and put your hand around her waist to help her to her feet with some difficulty. She didn’t thank you once she was standing but continued to use your assistance to go the short distance to your sofa where she ungracefully collapsed down with a groan. You took in her outfit with some amusement, wondering if she felt as ridiculous as she looked to be wearing the ronin hood and balaclava with your clothes. She glared at you when you caught her eye and you knew she could tell what your opinion on her attire was.
“You gonna sleep in that?” You asked with a small smile.
“I don’t think you’re one to judge fashion choices,” she quipped irritably. You looked down at your outfit with a frown. What the hell?
“I just got off a twelve hour shift,” you exclaimed. “It’s this or have everyone on the subway ask me to look at their foot funguses,” you told her defensively, remembering the day you had forgotten to bring a change of clothes and went home in your uniform.
“Fungi,” she corrected. You chewed the inside of your cheek as you went back to the kitchen to prepare a few more ingredients in silence, glaring at the stranger every so often but also checking that she was still conscious…or even alive.
Once everything was left to simmer, you returned to the bathroom to begrudgingly clear up only to notice that the handgun was laying abandoned on the floor. You wondered if the ronin realised, assuming she wouldn’t have pointed it out or asked you to retrieve it for her under the assumption that you would refuse or even use it against her but you didn’t entertain the idea for a second, instead moving it to the side with your foot as you began to clean the floor and reorganise your cabinet.
The stranger was watching you when you stepped out of the bathroom, gun in hand. She stared at you warily, eyes darting down to her weapon and shifting when you started in her direction slowly. “To be honest with you,” you started as you glanced down at the gun. “It’s probably smarter if you keep ahold of this,” you told her, holding the barrel as you extended the weapon towards her that she swiftly grabbed ahold of. Following the possibility that anyone had followed her to your apartment, it was easy to conclude she would be far more useful with the weapon. “Please don’t make me regret that,” you winced at her abruptness.
To your surprise, she emptied the ammo out of the handgun into her lap and placed them all on the table next to her along with the gun. “Thanks,” you muttered. “You should eat,” you told her as you went to dish up your own plate. She didn’t reply so you put the rest of the meal onto another plate and handed it to her with cutlery and didn’t leave much room for her to protest. “I’d rather not have you die in my flat, my landlord already hates me,” you told her as you sat down on the chair opposite the tv and switched it on.
“Why?” She asked out of sheer curiosity.
“He hates everyone,” you shrugged, glancing over at the stranger and noticing she was making no move to start eating. “If you take the mask off I promise not to look,” you assured with complete honesty, even if you were curious as to what kind of face lay underneath. She looked back at you for a few moments before pulling the mask and hood off in front of you.
You blinked, now that was not what you were expecting. The raven haired woman stared back at you blankly until a small smirk flickered across her lips upon the recognition that you were accidentally checking her out. Despite being ghostly pale from the blood loss and looking entirely dishevelled, you couldn’t deny that the woman sitting in your living room was hot. Your eyes flickered to hers and you quickly looked away when you saw her smirk and forced your attention onto the tv that was playing one of the Transformers films. You didn’t turn it off, instead beginning to eat and seeing the ronin do the same out of the corner of your eye.
You sat in silence until you both finished your meal, content on letting the overly animated action scenes fill the room. You could feel the raven haired woman’s gaze settling on you from time to time and you tried not to acknowledge it but it proved difficult once you had seen her green eyes more clearly. “Thank you,” she said once she finished.
“No problem,” you muttered as you took both your plates into the kitchen and began washing up. “I noticed you helped yourself to some painkillers,” you called from the sink.
“They didn’t do shit,” the woman grumbled. “I need something stronger,” she told you.
“You’ll need a prescription for that,” you said, already knowing what she was getting at.
“Can’t you get me some?” She questioned as she peered at you.
“No, and you’re not the first to ask me that,” you told her. “If you want something stronger you’ll have to go to-”
“Yeah, yeah I get it thanks,” she waved. You smiled to yourself as you watched her grumble, finding it kind of unfair that she was able to look that attractive when she was bleeding out and pissed off.
“What’s your name?” You asked when the ads began to play on the tv. The woman turned to you with a raised brow.
“You really think I’d tell you that?” She questioned.
“I generally like to know the names of the people who sleep over,” you said. She began to smirk again and shifted herself slightly so that she had a better view of you from her spot on the sofa.
“And do you get a lot of people sleeping over?” She enquired with an interested grin.
“Not when there’s someone bleeding out on my sofa. Tends to put them off,” you teased right back, earning a more genuine smile from her. “Come on, I’m not gonna tell anyone. Who would even believe me? Which is what you must have been thinking when you took the mask off,” you pushed, strolling back into the living room where you settled on the arm of the sofa. “I’m y/n,” you greeted.
“I know,” she said simply as she repositioned again with a firm hand to her stomach.
“Well now it really is only fair that I know your name,” you pointed out. She hummed, looking you up and down as though she was trying to decide if she could truly trust you or not. She already did - to an extent. She knew she could trust you to save her life and she knew she could trust you to provide refuge for a couple days, she just wasn’t sure if she was willing to extend it any further until she caught sight of her gun still placed next to her.
“Kate,” she said simply.
Kate, that suited her, you thought.
“Nice to meet you, Kate,” you offered.
“Really?”
“Well, no to be honest, I planned on having a quiet night but I guess the company could be worse,” you replied transparently though the smile teasing your lips simply made Kate hum in understanding.
“I’ll be out of your hair soon,” she told you sincerely.
“It’s alright…honestly,” you assured, not wanting her to push herself too suddenly and ending up causing more damage. She nodded and you noticed the exhaustion suddenly hit Kate full on as she settled herself into the sofa. You grabbed her a water bottle, more painkillers and a couple blankets from your room and by the time you returned to her she was out cold. You walked towards her tentatively and placed two fingers to her wrist as you watched the steady rise and fall of her chest. Surprisingly, her pulse was steady so you turned the main light off and put on a nearby lamp so that you would be able to come and check on her throughout the night.
As you lay in your bed that night, you heavily contemplated making a call to your fellow first responders. Although Kate’s condition was stable each time you checked on her and she had seemed to be coping surprisingly well with it when she was awake, you couldn't say for sure that she would stay that way. More so, if she didn’t make it through the night, that would be on you for not getting her the help she needed. Yet remembering how adamant she had been about you not calling anyone, you complied with her wish and instead checked on her periodically until the morning came.
“You’re awake,” you stated when you ventured into the main space to find Kate sat up.
“Did you come in here last night?” She questioned with a slight frown.
“A couple times,” you admitted. “To check on you,” you added. You felt Kate’s gaze on you as you poured some water into the kettle. “Coffee?”
“No thanks,” she replied, apparently not wanting to enquire further about your visits. You let the appliance boil as you turned back to her and chewed the inside of your cheek, trying to see if her shirt was soaked through across her torso.
“I should check that,” you told her.
“Hurts like a bitch,” she muttered as she lifted her sweatshirt up for you to assess.
During the night it had crossed your mind that Kate might have some kind of advanced healing, but as you examined her wound you noticed that she definitely didn’t have such abilities and had to make do with a normal healing factor. The slash had weeped slightly around the edges but it also wasn’t looking any worse which was the best realistic result you could have hoped for.
“Just needs a bit of cleaning,” you informed her.
“I’ll do it, just leave the stuff with me,” she said without looking at you.
“Sure,” you nodded and brought the cleaning wipes to her. You tried to be subtle as you watched Kate while you made yourself a drink, stopping yourself from jumping in everytime she winced from the contact she inflicted. You guessed she had woken up to a bruised pride and decided it would be best to leave her to it for a while as you jumped in the shower and got ready for the day.
When you came back out, Kate was asleep again. She was far more peaceful when she slept, even if it was her body’s way of providing her brief relief from her injuries. Very brief. She awoke when you picked up your keys from the kitchen island, meeting your sheepish smile. “I have a few errands to run and I should pick up some things for you,” you told her. “Do you want anything?” She shook her head. “Try and get some rest,” you prompted because it seemed as though she was reluctant to.
You closed the apartment door and lingered for a moment in the hallway as you considered whether or not you should really be leaving Kate alone. But it wasn’t something you could put off. You needed more supplies for her. With that in mind, you set off, leaving Kate to entertain herself inside your apartment for the next hour.
Though you came back to the tv playing, you were convinced Kate spent the entire time sleeping by the way the blankets were wrapped around her. She inevitably startled awake when the door opened but you had been able to catch a glimpse at the image of her with the blankets pulled up to her chin. “Good nap?” You couldn’t help but comment despite her irritable mood before you left. She didn’t respond so you pulled some fresh wipes and pain relief out your bag, Kate’s eyes widening at the later.
“Are these stronger?” She asked as she examined the pack.
“Supposedly, they’re a new brand,” you explained, which seemed to be enough for Kate because she downed the maximum dosage at once. “And I got you some soup,” you added.
“Thanks grandma,” Kate chuckled.
“Or I can just have it myself,” you pointed out with a huff.
“You wouldn’t,” Kate tested.
“No, and you’re lucky for that.” The raven haired woman hummed with a smile as you warmed up the meal dutifully.
The rest of the day went by with relative ease because Kate spent the majority of it sleeping. It seemed she needed it though every time she woke up she denied it with a swift disregard that always made you roll your eyes. You supposed someone so used to having the physical highground had a hard time admitting she had human weaknesses because she could never afford to show them, making you wonder what Kate’s life was like beyond her vigilante pastime. Did she work? Did she have a family? Friends? You knew that she wasn’t going to give you an answer to those questions but you still couldn’t help but ponder them when you caught a glance of her flicking through the tv channels.
“You’re very indecisive,” you said when you glanced up from your phone to see Kate still flicking through ten minutes later.
“When did tv get so bad?” She grumbled.
“You don’t watch it much?” You pried.
“I never have the time,” she told you absently before tossing the remote back to you to pick something out.
“Too many criminals to kill?” You continued.
“This is New York,” she shrugged.
“But that’s like, not all you do, right?” You pushed gently, waiting for the raven haired woman to pull a wall up at a moment’s notice.
“Of course not,” she said instead.
“So what do you do? Apart from crash on stranger’s sofas?” You smiled.
“Things I need to get back to,” she answered.
Damn.
“Can I check it?” You asked when you noticed Kate shift uncomfortably. She didn’t hesitate to nod, lifting her shirt up before you were even standing. You crouched down in front of the sofa and inspected the wound under Kate’s gaze. “How’s the pain?”
“Bearable,” she muttered as she watched you examine her. “Do you treat a lot of people with injuries like this?” She asked seemingly at random.
“It’s not as common as people think, but I’ve dealt with my fair share,” you explained. “In my old job a lot of the calls we got were false alarms,” you recalled. “I kinda miss that.”
“So why are you here?”
“I wanted a new challenge I suppose,” you told her.
“I get that,” Kate agreed.
“Evidently,” you quipped as you pulled her shirt back down, the tips of your fingers grazing her toned stomach as they went. “Is that what you have to get back too as well?”
“Yep,” she huffed, switching her attention back to the tv as you willed yourself not to think about how her abs had flexed under your touch and how her other muscles would feel under your fingertips.
“Me too, I’ll be up at six tomorrow morning for work and I won’t be back until nine,” you told her as you sat back down. “You gonna be okay?” You asked as casually as you could, having learnt that Kate didn’t respond well to sympathy.
“I’ll be waiting patiently to hear about all the other people who have been stabbed that you heal,” she replied simply, placing a hand over her bandage. You hummed in amusement.
“I’ll make sure to get some good stories,” you quipped.
“Then you should probably go to bed,” Kate responded as she glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Are you trying to get rid of me in my own home, Kate?” You smiled and your guest tried to conceal her own grin at your comment.
“Perhaps,” was all she said as she pretended to be interested in the tv.
“Don’t worry, I can take a hint,” you insisted, standing up from your armchair. “Just shout if you need me, okay?” Kate nodded unconvincingly but given her current state you knew you were going to end up checking on her at least a couple times anyway.
“Thank you,” she muttered once your back was to her. It carried a sincerity you hadn’t heard from Kate before and shocked you momentarily.
“No problem,” you shrugged, not sure what else to say so you carried on through the small apartment to your bedroom.
*
You stared down at the note with an etch of confusion that you knew you knew you shouldn’t really have felt. From what you had learnt about the vigilante, this hardly seemed out of character. Kate was gone and the only trace she had left that she had ever stayed on your sofa was the note on your coffee table where her gun had been. You had anticipated that when she eventually left you wouldn’t get a goodbye, but you hadn’t expected it to be so soon. Sure, she was stable and yes she was a less than convenient house guest, but you were undeniably concerned for the vigilante.
Thanks for patching me up, doc. See you around ;) -K
You wondered if she really did have the intention to come and see you again but quickly dismissed that thought, knowing that if Kate did come back to your apartment, it would be with another injury for you to deal with and not just for the pleasure of your company. You were entirely right. It was almost two months later when you found Kate in your apartment again.
“I thought you said you had other paramedics to bother,” you huffed as you shut your apartment door and threw your bag to the side, missing your coat rack by a metre.
“Are you drunk?” Kate interrogated with a frown as she watched you make your unsteady way towards her.
“It’s friday night,” you shrugged. “I do have a life you know,” you mumbled as you knelt before where Kate was sitting on your sofa to see the wound of her calf she had exposed. Gunshot wound.
“Miraculously. How did you not freeze to death in that getup?” She quipped as she took in your band tee and ripped jeans.
“After everything I do for you, you always have something to say about my clothes,” you grumbled. Kate smirked as she watched you sort through everything she had raided your bathroom of, half considering leaving to find a paramedic that was sober. “You don’t need stitches this time,” you commented so Kate decided to stay and entertain herself. “And you’re lucky I didn’t bring that girl home,” you continued as you began to clean her calf.
“Oh yeah?” Kate pushed with interest.
“Oh yeah, there could be someone else on this sofa right now,” you said somewhat proudly.
“Then how come there’s not?” She asked as she watched you work, thinking to herself that she could grow used to the sight of you kneeling in front of her.
“My friend got wasted so I wanted to make sure she got home okay,” you recalled. “So now I won’t be getting laid tonight.” Kate hummed.
“Ask nicely and we’ll see,” the raven haired woman shrugged. You scoffed as you finished up, ignoring the unfairly attractive smirk playing on Kate’s lips.
“You’re funny,” you disregarded as you felt your blood rush to your cheeks.
When you emerged from the bathroom to put everything back where Kate had grabbed it from, you noticed her lacing her boots back on, apparently ready to leave. “There’s no need to stay the night this time,” she shrugged. That was true and she was the single most irritating guest you had ever had, but you had somewhat wished she would stick around a bit longer. Kate was annoying as hell, but also had her moments of being amusing to be around. Not to mention she was certainly easy on the eyes and you wouldn’t object to seeing a glimpse of her muscles again. You definitely just needed to get laid.
“Do you want me to turn around so you can sneak out again?” You quipped.
“I thought I’d be generous and let you watch me go,” she replied with a wink as stood.
“Generous would be wearing a tighter fitting outfit,” you fired back just as easily before turning back to your room. “Until next time, Kate,” you waved over your shoulder, missing how her eyes watched your figure go.
*
The next time you saw Kate, it wasn’t in your apartment, it was while you were working. It certainly wasn’t a situationship you had ever visualised playing out and if you had it would have been through a nightmare instead of one of the occasional daydreams you had of her.
“Fuck, maybe if we just offer this guy to them they’ll go,” your coworker called out from the opposite side of the room where he hid behind an upturned sofa.
“Absolutely not,” you snapped as you continued to attempt to stop the bleeding of the man lying unconscious by you.
“L/n, this guy might be just as bad as them. It’s him or us,” your coworker continued until another rain of bullets fired across the apartment. It wouldn’t be long before they finally broke into the house and realistically, you predicated it would happen before the cops showed up. You cursed to yourself, weighing the options that you should never have had to. “I didn’t sign up for this,” he continued to groan.
More demands came from outside the house in a language you couldn’t identify or hope to understand. You didn’t have much more time to ponder it though, because the door burst open and three men charged inside. You squeezed your eyes shut at the sight of the heavy guns just a couple feet from you, waiting for the inevitable. However, instead of feeling the bullets tear through your body, you heard the yelling turn into distressed cries and the striking sound of a blade piercing the air then flesh.
You peered up, relieved at the sight of Kate, or the ronin, cutting the intruders down with impressive ease and precision. Her skills were enchanting to witness, even if they did cause a bloody end to those she fought but you had little sympathy for them. In a matter of moments, the intruders lay dead at Kate’s feet just as the sirens came into proximity. Kate glanced back at you briefly, reading the thank you from your lips, before leaving with swift haste.
*
“You’re welcome,” Kate said as you stepped through your main door. You barely glanced in the direction of where she stood in the kitchen, helping herself to the beer from your fridge.
“That was crazy,” you sighed as you sauntered to the kitchen and took the beer out of Kate’s hands to take a swig.
“Hey, I earned that,” she told you so you placed it back in her hands. “And now we’re even. You saved my life and I saved yours.” She told you matter of factly.
“I also dealt with your leg,” you pointed out as you grabbed one of the microwaveable meals you kept for the days like that where you couldn’t be bothered to cook. “And bought extra supplies for you, let you stay the night, eat my food and drink,” you continued as you punched in the numbers and let the appliance start cooking.
“Want me to buy you flowers?” Kate asked with a raised brow as she leant back on the counter. You rolled your eyes with a poorly concealed smile.
“I want to destress after that shit show,” you said simply.
“I could help with that,” she suggested lowly, taking a step towards you with that mischievous look in her eye.
“Yeah? You wanna go run me a bath?” You questioned as you watched Kate draw closer.
“I had the bedroom in mind,” she said far too slyly as she stepped into your space and placed a hand on the counter behind you to trap you in place.
“You seem comfortable here,” you whispered. No need to shout when your lips were an inch away from hers.
“So do you,” she bit back, adamant on having the last word as she cupped your chin and closed the gap between you.
She tasted of the beer she had stolen but also something that was uniquely and indescribably Kate. You didn’t know her very well. You didn’t know her body, her scent or her taste, but at that moment of contact you swore you would learn every inch of her and judging by the way her free hand gripped your waist, Kate felt that same need.
“You want this?” She asked between breathless kisses. You merely moaned in approval when she slipped her tongue between your lips and gripped onto her collar to immerse yourself deeper.
“Fuck me,” you told her as you took the hand on your waist and guided it to the waistband of your trousers. She watched you with darkened eyes as you pushed her hand past the fabric to feel the thin cloth between her skin and yours. Kate groaned lowly as she met the damp material, pushing you further into the kitchen counter as you withdrew your hand to let her do as she pleased.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” the vigilante demanded as she teased your covered lips. “You’re so wet. You know, if you wanted me to fuck you this bad, all you had to do was ask,” she smirked, You had just enough defiance left in you to retort but never got the chance because Kate slipped two fingers inside yu without another word, admiring the shock and lust in your locked eyes as she did so.
“Kate,” you whined as she wasted no time in pumping her digits steadily into you.
“You feel so good wrapped around me,” she told you with a smirk that only made you wetter. She didn’t miss your body’s response, feeling you clench as she fingered you faster and delved into your depths deep enough to make your head spin. She was working your body with an eager haste as she watched carefully for what made you react in the ways she searched for.
“So responsive,” she muttered to herself more than you. You didn’t respond, too focused on how perfectly her fingers fit inside you and how she was suddenly able to find that hidden gem that made you cry out.
“Don’t stop,” you pleaded, clinging to Kate tighter as she happily complied.
“Open up a bit more, baby,” Kate coached. You did and the wet sounds from between your legs were amplified next to your moans. “So good,” the older woman praised as she began to toy with your neglected clit. You bucked into her hand at the contact, unable to stop yourself until Kate placed you firmly back down with a strong hold. The simple display of power was easy to submit to.
“M’gonna cum,” you told the archer as you constricted on her digits you wanted to keep inside. Unfortunately, Kate had other ideas and withdrew her fingers from your soaked cunt as abruptly as she had begun.
“Bedroom,” she simply ordered before you could object and delivered a firm smack to your ass as you stumbled through the apartment and landed on your bed when Kate pushed your back.
“You’ve got too many clothes on,” she said with an etch of frustration as you turned onto your back.
“So have you,” you countered as you gazed at the dark leather suit. She did look hot in it, but you wanted to see all of her. Kate smiled in response as though you had made an endearing request and pulled your trousers and underwear off. She positioned you up the bed comfortably as she began to plant wet kisses across your legs, biting on the sensitive skin of your thighs with a grin.
Just as she neared where you needed her the most, she hauled you up and immediately strippedyou of your shirt and bra. In all honesty, you weren’t sure how to get Kate’s suit off and it didn’t seem like she was about to share. Instead, as she left light bruises in the valley between your breasts, you reached under her suit to scratch at her abs. They flexed under your touch and Kate made a noise deep in her throat. Your eyes were entrapped in her own as she made her way back down your body and settled between your legs, still fully clothed while you lay naked and desperate beneath her.
Tangling your fingers through her dark locks, you gazed down at the beautiful vigilante as she kissed your pussy, eager and open mouthed. “You taste so good, sweetheart,” she told you, flattening her tongue to truly savour the wetness she had caused. She moaned with you, sending sweet vibrations through every buzzing nerve in your system as she sought to make you come undone with her mouth. The sight alone of her face buried between your legs and peering up at you was enough to drive you wild.
Kate was arrogant about it, smirking against you as you called her name like a prayer, more than ready to tease you about it the next time you met.
She was insatiable in the way she fucked you, barely giving herself a chance to breathe as if your taste was more important. When she did pause briefly, it was to spit directly on your pussy as she watched you, like she wanted to add to the mess you had become.
“Good fucking girl,” Kate hummed and slipped her tongue inside you. “You look so precious when you squirm,” she commented as she noted your desperation as you became increasingly submerged in the pleasure. Kate gripped your thighs as she buried her tongue deep in your cunt, flexing the muscle as best she could to explore you.
You throbbed in Kate’s mouth, all too immersed in what she was doing to your body and the way she coached you to your climax again, this time with a more generous intent. “Cum for me, baby,” she ordered. You didn’t need more encouragement than that and yet Kate’s moans grew louder with your own as you came.
“Kate,” you whined as your entire body pulsed and shuddered.
“I know,” she replied as she let you ride out your orgasm with her tongue cleaning you up until you became too sensitive and pushed Kate away weakly.
With your eyes shut with exhaustion, you missed Kate working to pull down her suit trousers until she was making her way back towards you. “I’m gonna ride your face,” she told you matter of factly when you noticed her glistening cunt. You didn’t object and gripped what was uncovered of her thighs to bring her down to your awaiting mouth. She tasted heavenly. You barely noticed the rough material of her suit against your neck as you sucked on her throbbing clit. She was quieter than you, most likely wanting to keep her composure, but her arousal was clear with how she was practically dripping down your chin.
“That’s it,” she told you when she began to grind against your tongue and gave little consideration for your ability to breathe. Kate was so immersed in her pleasure that it felt as though she was merely using your body for that sole purpose and the thought drove you to suck on her harsher, needing Kate to get that relief from you.
The raven haired woman gripped onto the headboard like a lifeline as her hips moved wildly against your tongue, uttering the occasional breathy praise and flushing at the sight of your eagerness. “So willing to please, aren’t you?” She asked as if you could respond coherently.
You ignored the distant ache in your jaw when Kate’s moans became more erratic and doubled your efforts to provide her with the same bliss she had given you. “Yes, don’t stop,” she called out several times as she grinded against your face as though it was one of her own personal toys, cumming with a hitch to her breath and a sharp cry. The sight was one that would keep you up at night for the foreseeable future, envisaging the moment you made the vigilante fall apart.
Kate took her time riding out her high and peered down at you with an excited grin. “I wish I had my strap,” she muttered as moved to straddle your waist and run her hands down your torso before flipping you over.
You were about to tell her about what you had hidden in your closet when she offered something better. “But seeing how much you’ve been drooling over my abs,” she started with a well placed cockiness, “you can ride them instead,” Kate instructed as she pulled the suit up enough to expose her lower stomach and pulled you flush against her.
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Re: walrus vs. fairy:
"The impossible often has a kind of integrity to it which the merely improbable lacks. How often have you been presented with an apparently rational explanation of something which works in all respects other than one, which is just that it is hopelessly improbable? Your instinct is to say, 'Yes, but he or she simply wouldn't do that.'"
"Well, it happened to me today, in fact," replied Kate.
"Ah yes," said Dirk, slapping the table and making the glasses jump, "your girl in the wheelchair - a perfect example. The idea that she is somehow receiving yesterday's stock market prices apparently out of thin air is merely impossible, and therefore must be the case, because the idea that she is maintaining an immensely complex and laborious hoax of no benefit to herself is hopelessly improbable. The first idea merely supposes that there is something we don't know about, and God knows there are enough of those. The second, however, runs contrary to something fundamental and human which we do know about. We should therefore be very suspicious of it and all its specious rationality."
-- Douglas Adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time Of The Soul
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Kate Jackson in a promo pic for "Night of Dark Shadows" (1971)
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