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I knowww you just posted it I literally love you but can we please have a Kate Martin x reader where the reader is very bookworm-ish and like quite and Kate has had like an obsession with her until they become friends and like maybe pleaseee smut… btw I absolutely LOVED ur newest post😛
:¨ ·.· ¨: 「kate martin」
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pairing: kate martin x reader
word count: 1.6k warning: oral sex (r! receiving)
a/n: been a while, heyyyy, how are y’all? I LOVED this ask so much that I spent so much time trying to perfect this just for it to come out like this, so I’m very sorry. I’ve lost most of my motivation and don’t know how to get it back, I hope you all know I really do love you all (especially my moots) and I am trying my hardest!
You’re shy, quiet, reserved, everything Kate struggles with, maybe that’s what draws her to you.
Maybe it’s the way your hair falls in your face, maybe it’s the way you’re too invested in your stories to push it back; maybe it’s the way your nose scrunches at every twist in the plot.
Maybe it’s the way you don’t speak up for yourself, letting people push your stuff around on the table to make room for themselves; letting people cut ahead of you in lines.
Maybe she wants to protect you from them, or be them. Be the one making you feel that way, not scared, but vulnerable.
You have one class together, and Kate makes the most of it. Staring at you while your professor teaches, not even bothering to look away when you catch her.
She learns your routine, and soon enough, it’s been a week since you last went to the library without seeing her there, watching.
You don’t know how to feel, it’s not stalking, she’s just interested in you—that’s ridiculous, she’s not interested in you, there’s nothing interesting about you.
But clearly there’s something, something that keeps Kate hungry; keeps her coming back for more.
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You’re sat by yourself in the library, reading a fantasy novel you’d picked up off the shelf, willing to read whatever to keep your need for stories sated.
You turn your head instinctively when you hear the soft thud of the library’s front door, followed by footsteps.
You tense when you notice it’s Kate it’s not that you don’t enjoy her attention, you find it flattering, but lately she’s been trying to get closer.
Stopping you after lectures to ask questions about assignments, not at all subtle with her stalking of your socials, and this might be your imagination but you swear you pass her more often on your walks than you ever did before.
“Hi,” she smiles, throwing her bag down on the chair next to her as she plops down on the seat across from you.
“…hi,” you respond timidly, before looking back down at your page, trying to focus on the ink and not the pants dropping jaw dropping woman right in front of you.
“What are you reading?” She asks sweetly, resting her elbows on the table and leaning forward slightly.
“Oh, um, I don’t know…” you murmur, keeping your eyes down as you shift in your seat. Of course you know the title of the book, you’re just nervous to strike a conversation with someone as outgoing as Kate.
“So, I’ve seen you around campus, and we have economics together, I wanna get to know you.” Kate says bluntly, eyeing you shamelessly.
You choke on a breath you were taking, dropping the open book onto the table as you cough into your elbow to hide your red face.
“How’d you know I’d be here?” You squeak, as if you haven’t noticed her presence everywhere.
Kate smiles innocently, pretending she hasn’t been waiting outside in her car for the past hour.
“Just a hunch.”
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It doesn’t take long for Kate to convince you to come back to her place, with the excuse of ‘not wanting to be shushed for talking’ by the librarian.
Her dorm is clean but lived in, and much bigger than yours—of course the athletes of the school get better treatment.
You spend the next hour slowly warming up to her, sitting on her bed talking about random stuff, family, classes, your futures and pasts.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Kate asks while you’re on the subject of relationships, of course she knows the answer is no—if you did it wouldn’t stop her—but she wants to hear you confirm it.
You blush, glancing at her before quickly looking back down. “No, I’m single…”
“Yeah?” She grins, moving closer, just enough for you to notice, but also keeping enough distance for you to wonder if you’re overthinking her intentions.
“Yeah,” you repeat, your eyes darting to her lips for just a second too long.
Next thing you know Kate’s on top of you, her lips against yours like your mouth’s the only thing giving her oxygen.
Your noise of surprise is muffled against her, but you quickly shut your eyes and kiss back when you realize what’s happening.
Kate groans into your mouth, her hands sliding into your hair and tugging your head back.
“Lie down,” she breathes out, already pushing you on your back. “Shit, been dreaming about this…”
Before you can ask her what she means, her face is buried under your jaw, planting kisses on your skin.
You whine, mumbling something muffled into her hair as you wrap your arms around her neck.
“Gonna make you feel you so good, okay?” She whispers, leaning her head over to press one last kiss to your nape before pulling away slightly, settling on top of you.
“Kate wait- I’ve never, been with a, a girl, before…”
“I know, it’s okay…” she murmurs, reluctantly forcing herself to calm down. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
She wants you- no, NEEDS you. She’s been waiting months to finally have you like this, all to herself. But she won’t do anything you don’t want her to, just the thought of that sickens her.
“No, I- I want to. It’s just, I’m… scared.” You admit, tensing as you prepare for her reaction. Maybe frustration, or for her to get awkward and not so subtly suggest you leave and then never speak again.
“Why?” She whispers softly, not understanding the difference between being with her and a guy.
You sigh, but noticeably relax, leaning into her. “I don’t know, it’s just… what do you mean ‘I know’?” You ask suddenly, glancing up at her.
“Baby, I know you’ve seen me…” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I saw you in class, thought you were cute, wanted to get to know you.”
You think for a second, she’s put so much time into you, how can you not be flattered?
So you kiss her, your hands tugging at her shirt as she leans back and pulls you into her lap.
“Off…” you mumble when you pull away to catch your breath, and Kate obliges, discarding the shirt on the floor.
You take a deep breath, your wide eyes tracing their way down her toned stomach.
She smiles, blushing like a lovestruck loser even as she tries to stay in control, guiding your hand to her skin, gliding it across her abs.
“Atta girl,” she praises, leaning back in to kiss you as she works to untie your sweatpants.
“fuck, so pretty…” she groans, already pressing her clothed cunt against your now bare thigh.
You groan, your hands fisting in her hair as you try to press your hips against hers.
She shushes you softly, her hands on your stomach slowly pressing you back against the bed.
Slowly but surely she pulls your sweats down, and then your panties, leaving your sopping cunt on display.
She doesn’t waste anytime, immediately burying her face between your legs and putting her tongue to work.
“Fuck! Kate!” You cry, your hands gripping her hair to ground yourself.
“You like that?” She asks, her voice low and muffled against your pussy.
All you can do is nod, whines and moans slipping past your lips.
“L-love it!” You choke out, your fingers tangling in her dirty blonde hair to tug her closer.
The moan that escapes her mouth is filthy, sending vibrations all through you.
Her hands grip your thighs tight enough to bruise as she works her tongue, tracing light patterns with her fingertips.
“More,” you whine, trying desperately to close your thighs around her head.
She pulls away—much to your dismay—just enough to make a disappointed noise, looking up at you over your stomach.
“Please?” You add weakly, tears already welling in your eyes from the pleasant stimulation. You’ve been with men before, but none of them ever made you feel like Kate does, so desperate for more.
“Atta girl,” Kate murmurs, before carefully kissing up your inner thigh, her fingers that had previously been holding your thighs open now trailing along your legs just behind her lips.
God the wait feels like forever, you squirm and whine to no avail, she keeps her pace slow.
But when she finally reaches where you need her, god was every painful second of her teasing worth it.
It doesn’t take long before you’re cumming all over her face, moaning her name as you finish.
“Shh, shh, calm down, you’re okay…” Kate reassures you, slowly kissing up your stomach.
You lay still as she rests her weight on top of you, slowly wrapping your arms around her shoulders.
“There we go, so good, you did so good for me…” she murmurs into your hair, her lips pressing against your head.
You let out an absent-minded hum, your eyes fluttering shut as she rolls onto her side, pulling you with her.
“Hi,” you whisper, opening your eyes and tilting your head up to look at her.
“Hi,” she smiles, her arm around your waist keeping you flush against her.
“So what are we?” The words leave your lips before you can think them through.
Kate grins, her hands trailing up your back until she reaches your nape, her fingers playing with strands of your hair.
“Dating,” she says simply. “Girlfriends, partners, lovers, together, in a relationshi-”
“I get it!” You whine playfully, lowering your head so your forehead presses against her chest.
She chuckles, smiling and pressing kisses all over your head.
Can you write a Marine Johannes Gabby Williams fanfic, focusing on them meeting for the first time at French national camp and becoming friends and then how they ended up crushing on eachother and confessing feelings first nervous kiss etc etc. Alot of Mj x Gabby fans on here so you could do multiple chapters of this one there are years (2021 - current) to write about like them switching teams to be closer, living together in france and istanbul, playing against eachother, together on national team, silver medal olympics followed up by a proposal, etc. Thank you in advance if you do end up writing it!
so sorry but I only write for the people on my masterlist!! your request was incredible though, hope you find someone who can write it for you!❤️
Can you write a Marine Johannes Gabby Williams fanfic, focusing on them meeting for the first time at French national camp and becoming friends and then how they ended up crushing on eachother and confessing feelings first nervous kiss etc etc. Alot of Mj x Gabby fans on here so you could do multiple chapters of this one there are years (2021 - current) to write about like them switching teams to be closer, living together in france and istanbul, playing against eachother, together on national team, silver medal olympics followed up by a proposal, etc. Thank you in advance if you do end up writing it!
so sorry but I only write for the people on my masterlist!! your request was incredible though, hope you find someone who can write it for you!❤️
me and my friend just did the ao3 cake where you put your favourite tags on the cake (we used ice cream) and I didn’t know we were so connected oh my gosh we’re literally one in the same
Could you do a Sarah strong fix where both her and the reader speak Spanish and they flirt in front of the team without them knowing because none knows they are together. Please
I got another request asking for Spanish so I’m gonna have to link the fic instead of replying directly!
pairing: sarah strong x reader
word count: 0.4k
a/n: sorry this took so long gang, I’m just not really enjoying writing much anymore, it’s starting to feel more like a chore, but I couldn’t leave you guys hanging when I had multiple asks for this so here you go
Five months of sneaking around with Sarah, it’s been easier than you originally thought it’d be.
Your team is nosy as hell, but they know when to back off, and Sarah didn’t have to tell them more than once when she’d had enough.
So they did, they stopped commenting at every little glance between the two of you, they stopped raising eyebrows in the locker room when you got a bit too close.
After a long day of class, and a soul crushing practice, you couldn’t wait to get back to your dorm and sleep.
You throw your jersey over your head, leaving you in a sports bra and shorts.
You’re putting your deodorant on, when you hear Sarah’s voice.
Here’s the thing, you and Sarah have to be careful how you talk in front of the team, so you’ve decided to use Spanish.
“¿Mi habitación esta noche?” (My dorm tonight?) She asks calmly, looking up from her bag as she stuffs her sweaty jersey inside.
You raise your eyebrows, glancing up at her before looking back at the deodorant in your hands to cap it.
“¿Quieres ver una película o tener sexo?” (You wanna watch a movie or have sex?) you tease, biting back a grin when you look up to see Sarahs flushed face.
“¿No pueden ser ambas cosas?” (Can’t it be both?) She mumbles once the initial reaction to your words fades.
“I just wanna know what you’re talking about!” Kk whines, walking over to tug on your arm, disrupting your attempt to put on a shirt.
You yelp in surprise at Kk’s grip, but give her an amused look and pry her off.
“S’none of your business.” You brush her off, watching as she quickly moves over to Sarah.
“Whatareyoutalkingaboutwhatareyoutalkingaboutwhatareyoutalkingaboutwhatareyoutalkingabout-” Kk gets really close to Sarah’s face, attempting to annoy her into speaking.
Sarah just huffs, giving Kk a playful but firm shove on the shoulder.
“Go away dude,” Sarah mumbles, unable to suppress a small smile, finding Kk’s act endearing.
Kk groans, walking over to Azzi, who opens her arms to comfort her.
With a dramatic sigh, Kk falls into Azzi’s chest, as Azzi pats her back.
“There there!” Azzi say to Kk, loud enough for you to hear.
“son tan dramáticos…” (They’re so dramatic…) You say to Sarah, who snorts and nods her head in agreement.
“Esa es una palabra para describirlo.” (That’s one word for it.) She agrees, her gaze fixed on Kk and Azzi, who keep pausing their theatrics to make you’re both still watching.
“Let’s just, go…” you say, slowly starting to walk out.
Sarah follows behind you, wrapping her arm around your waist the second the door shuts behind you.
“They’re gonna figure it out soon,” she points out, as you walk down the halls.
You shrug, leaning your head on her shoulder. “Then let’s let them.”
