#bottom kate

[makethemhoesmad]

are you sleepy baby?

hahahahahahaaha

NO ANGST FOR ONCE

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kate opens the door to your apartment without knocking. she walks directly to where you are, splayed out on the couch waiting for her, and lies directly on top of you. she groans as you wrap your arms around her waist, her face flat against your chest. “i’m so fucking exhausted baby, i thought i was gonna die on the court. the only thing that got me through it was thinking about lying in your arms when i got home.” she trails off whatever else she was going to say, her breathing getting slower. she falls asleep mid sentence, curling up on top of you. 

you let her sleep a while, but then you remember what she asked you before she left earlier in the day.

“baby, you need to wake up and shower.” kate whines out loud, shaking her head and clinging tighter onto you. “up, now, you told me i had to make you, come on, let’s go.” you stand up, all but carrying her to the bathroom. you help her lean against the counter while you start the shower, ordering her to get undressed. this causes her to smirk and start muttering about how “she was the one supposed to say that.” you turn the water warmer than your normal, knowing that’s how kate likes it. you feel arms on your hips, trying to tug down your sweatpants. you glance behind you to see your perfect, naked girlfriend trying to get you undressed. you remove your sweats and underwear, then pull your bra off from over your head. you grip her arms and tug her into the shower with you. 

“oh my god, that water feels absolutely amazing baby,” kate groans while you unbraid her hair. you turn her and move her hair under the spray, then add shampoo to it. while that rinsed out, you moved down to your knees. 

“what are you doing down there princess?” you don’t answer, instead you lightly push her thighs apart, nearly moaning out loud at the sight of her perfect pussy. you kiss her clit, then pull it between your lips. 

“darling, yes, so good, such a good girl for mommy, keep going” kate moans out, holding your head firmly to her pussy. her moans get higher pitched, then she cries out, climaxing against your tongue. you pop up and pull her into a deep kiss, then help her scrub down her body. you turn off the shower and drag kate to bed, both of you naked and damp. the house is cold, but the thick silky sheets are warm. you help kate into bed, then crawl in next to her. she crawls on top of you, squeezing you tightly like she had when she first walked in. yet again, her breathing slows and she goes limp against you, her face falling into your neck. 

“i love you kate”

she doesn’t answer, but you mean it all the same

[obiwan]

#Barbie (2023)

[obsessive-evie]

you’re pretty is all

pairing: Kate Martin + fem!oc

word count: 3.2k

warnings: smut, explicit language

“I-, I can’t, please, I can’t, you can’t keep doing this to me,” Kate pants into my mouth, a blushing smile on her face, clearly embarrassed at the needy tone her own voice took on.

You see, we have recently discovered that Kate cannot handle praise. At. All.

It happened one day on accident, I was just going to one of her games like normal, a pretty rough game against South Carolina I must admit, but Iowa pulled through, Kate being the highest scorer instead of Caitlin for once. She had jogged over to where I was leaning against the walls of the stadium bleachers, a wide smile on her face the moment she noticed where I was. She had barely finished talking to the media, still dodging reporters with cameras on her way over to me.

I immediately wrapped my arms around her head of course, standing on my tiptoes to kiss the side of her head. Her head was buried in my neck, her heavy breathing and warm body pressed against my own. “You did so good baby, oh my god,” I said in her ear before pulling away, my hands still on her neck. Her face now held a different kind of look in her eye. What once was pink from the exertion of the game was now speckled darker with with red, her eyes holding a look of almost uncertainty in them. She opens her mouth like she’s going to speak, but nothing comes out.

She looks bashful, almost shocked, as she keeps trying to form words through her smile. A few laughs escape instead, so she breaks eye contact, and pulls me back into her arms, hiding her face in my neck.

I don’t bring it up until later, taking it as she was just overwhelmed in the post-win high.

But the more I thought about it, the more my brain needed to know why she looked so, flustered? Now I had had my theories about her liking praise, the few times I was more in control featuring a heavy adoration note, and less than a possessive or rough route, but I wanted to test my theory.

“I’m serious i’m so proud of you Kate, you played so well,” I say in the passenger seat of her car as she drives us back to her apartment, her hand in mine on the center console. We’re stopped at a long red, the large Iowa intersections taking far too long in any other circumstance, but i’m thankful for it now as I get to watch her head duck down in an attempt at hiding while a large smile plays on her face, one she’s clearly trying to hide. Her face flushes red again, and that’s when I knew I was on the right track.

Throughout the course of the next few days, I continued to shower my girlfriend with excess praise and compliments, relishing in every blush, smile, giggle, and hidden face. Everything from playing with her freshly washed hair while we talked about the game later that night, making her shift herself from laying on my chest to her kissing my neck to hide her red face when I started to delve into her high score. Not just that, but when she aced a math test a few days later, I went above and beyond in telling her how proud I was (she ended up telling me to shut up with a red face and half hidden smile, her large hand coming to cover half of her face).

The first time I called her pretty girl, I knew damn well what I was doing.

I was sitting on the bathroom counter as she curled her hair, just admiring her beauty and features. She was focused on not burning herself, but when she put the iron down and caught my eyes, she smiled, a puzzled look on her face. “What?” she asked while moving closer, her hands coming to my thighs, rubbing up and down my leggings as she laughed slightly. I shook my head, not wanting to admit anything yet, so naturally she moved closer, leaning into my personal space.

I shake my head while laughing, moving myself to kiss her lips with smiles on our faces. I break the gentle kiss to say, “My pretty girl.” Her reaction is immediate, her face flushes pink high on her cheekbones and ears, she tries to hold back an even larger smile which causes her nose to twitch slightly too. My hands cradle her jaw on each side before she plants her forehead on my chest, me sitting on the counter being one of the few positions she can do so.

I can feel her breathing slightly pick up, making me laugh again. She shakes her head in my chest with a small groan before picking it up, and moving back over to where she was standing, holding back a smile and a red face.

So it does work.

My plan was to see how long it would take for her to crack, or melt, either one worked for me. So when the day came where I was fed up with her being so stupidly strong willed, I decided to bombard her all day long.

I kissed every inch of her face when we woke up that morning, telling her how beautiful she is, even throwing in a my beautiful girl before getting out of bed to shower (she asked to join, but I don’t think I could handle seeing her naked and not get on my knees, which would ruin my whole plan).

I even hyped her up a little more the usual when we got ready to go out to dinner. When I would usually just call her my hot girlfriend and poke her biceps or abs, I made show of saying how good she looked, even throwing in a wolf whistle for good measure to get that pretty blush I adored. Now don’t get me wrong, she did look damn good, but it was a little exaggerated when she walked out in a gray tank and jeans, her hair up in a high ponytail with a dusting of makeup on her face highlighting her natural features.

I got the blush that I wanted, as well as an eye roll as she deflected by kissing me on the lips.

It was only after we had a few drinks at a nice italian restaurant that she even acknowledged my praises.

I had called her “so fuckin pretty” after taking some photos of her at our secluded table, to which she responded, “I can’t with you, you know that?” with an eye roll. “I just love my incredibly hot girlfriend, and I wanna tell her, what’s so wrong with that?” I replied. She just shook her head and said, “You’re so down bad for me.” Of course I nodded my head enthusiastically and took more photos.

By the time we were home on the couch, still in our going out clothes and makeup, I was determined to make her crack.

I was seated straddling her lap, her hands unbashfully on my ass and hips (a personal fav of hers as she put it), while mine were moving between her jaw and neck, not deciding which one I liked better. My tongue was in her mouth when my hand just barely squeezed her neck, not choking or anything, but enough for her to moan out in surprise. She pulled away for air, her face flushed and lips bitten a dark shade of pink. God she really was pretty.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered before going back in for more kisses. Her hands now gripped my hips harder, pulling me down onto her thigh, causing pleasure to shoot up into me. She did it again at the same time she pushed her thigh up, the thought of the strong muscle beneath me only adding to my pleasure. This time i’m the one that pulls away to say, “God you’re so good to me, you’re so fucking pretty baby,” while smiling. Hopefully this is the fatal blow that will make her crack.

I’m right.

“I-, I can’t, please, I can’t, you can’t keep doing this to me,” Kate pants into my mouth, a blushing smile on her face, clearly embarrassed at the needy tone her own voice took on. Her bright blue-green eyes plead up at me, coercing my body and soul into her. I stay quiet, hoping to urge her to fill the silence. “I mean it, you have no idea what that does to me I-,” she pauses, taking a deep breath, breaking our eye contact, “I can’t, just-“ I cut her desperate words off with a kiss, needing to feel those pretty lips on mine again. She kisses me back with fervor, gripping my ass and hip impossibly tighter, her hands almost painfully doing so.

Our lips continue to move with a melting passion, each of us letting out occasional moans as we move closer and closer to the fires burning bright in our cores. I break the kiss and a string of warm spit still keeps us connected. I move to kiss her cheek gently, the restraint and stark contrast from the aggressive kissing almost making me shake. Kissing softly down her jawline, stopping just above her ear to whisper, “My pretty baby,” the hand that was resting on her neck squeezing slightly.

Now being possessive wasn’t particularly new for us, Kate liked to show me off and I the same, but we were never directly possessive. So i I guess it caught her off guard when I accentuated the my part.

“Oh my god,” she half says half whines as I smirk, continuing my pursuit of kisses down her neck and onto her exposed collarbones. I manage to get her tank top off, so of course she had to even the score and get me out of my shirt (it was bunched up around my bra anyways). Kissing down her chest, removing the clasp of her bra one handed, pulling her ripped jeans down, those were all easy. But resisting the urge to abandon my teasing and fuck her senseless once I got her in just her underwear was not easy. At all.

I too was stripped down to my shorts and lacy black bralette, my mouth still slowly trailing down her body, gently kissing and biting. My hands explored her hips and thighs the lower I got, the sucking on her chest and nipples making the strong muscles twitch slightly. Every time I pulled away from her warm body to breathe or look at her, I let out a string of praises or minor possessiveness.

The lower I got, the more she squirmed at my words. What would’ve probably only made her blush before this is now making her pant. For example, “God you’re so good baby,” made her let out a particularly desperate moan, her hand coming to the back of my head as I sucked on her nipple.

Something I did know about Kate however, is that she got particularly embarrassed when I went down on her. She had a habit of covering her face with her hands, a pillow, or biting her lips to hold back the moans that only urged me on. She also had a habit of closing her eyes or looking away, especially the more orgasms I gave her, because she had a tendency to cry.

The first time I made her cry in bed, I panicked, thinking something was wrong. It was after a particularly hard loss, a tiring and brutal game against LSU, and I decided she could use an orgasm or two after that. By the time I was getting her closer and closer to her third, I thought that I was crazy when I caught a glimpse of shiny eyes before she covered them with the crook of her elbow again. Amping her up for her fourth however, was when I was for sure that her moans were turning into almost sobs. My heart dropped, thinking I had taken it too far. Of course I immediately removed my head from her pussy and cradled her face with my hands, trying to remove her own from her face.

All I had received in return was a rushed out explanation, “No, no, please don’t stop I’m fine I swear just-“ she had said before I cut her off. “Baby you’re crying you’re clearly not fine what’s wrong was it too much? I’m sorry love I-“ this time it was my turn to be cut off.

“No, no this just happens ok I’m fine just I swear to god if you don’t make me cum these tears will be for real,” she choked out, the waterworks of frustration starting back up again. I had kissed her salty lips quickly before giving her a fourth orgasm, watching as the tears flowed freely once I had held her hand down on her hip. Back then I had watched in awe as her pretty face was streaked with tear tracks, trying to test my luck with a fifth orgasm right after her fourth. Unfortunately her sobs became mumbled words of, “No I can’t i c-can’t too much I can’t please I can’t,” while pushing my head away from her dripping cunt.

Now I’m determined to see those rare tears again.

Hopefully my teasing combined with her newfound appreciation for praise would be enough.

I stand corrected.

After sucking on her thighs for too long, Kate had relented and quietly asked me to touch her. I had removed her soaked panties slowly, kissing every inch of her legs they went down. This is when she would typically look away or look for a pillow to hide in, but thanks to our position on our barren couch, she had no choice but to look at me as I made contact with her wet pussy.

I started out slow by circling her clit and pushing a single finger into her, crooking it slightly. “Keep your eyes on me pretty girl,” I said, making her move her hand from shaking by her thigh to holding the back of my head, keeping my tongue on her as she whines.

Throwing out other praises and you’re so pretty darling, or, you look so fucking good like this, so wet baby made Kate only moan and whine louder, her hand coming to cover her mouth. I get minutes into pumping two fingers into her before I notice she’s gone muffled, so I take her hand away from her mouth by her wrist, and hold it onto the couch with my thumb on her pulse point gently.

“C’mon baby let me hear you, I know you can do it,” I say, watching as she tries to keep quiet by biting her lip, tears beginning to form in her eyes. I decide to push her further.

At the same time I curl my fingers up into her g spot, I suck on her clit hard, all while simultaneously pushing on her lower stomach. This makes her let out a loud and whiny moan, stirring things inside me when she tightens her hold on my hair. The tears begin to flow now, almost making me let up on my assault. Almost.

I keep alternating between sucking on her clit and pushing on her stomach, my fingers keeping pace inside her. “Oh my god,” she panted out, the telltale signs of my girlfriend’s incoming orgasm starting as her breathing picks up. I keep going, never relenting, even when her strong hips try to lift up off the couch, forcing me to wrap my arms around her hips and thighs, pinning her in place.

I take a small breather to say, “you’re close baby, I know it, why don’t you cum for me yeah? god you’re doing so well love.” She throws her head back and whines, a high and needy thing that makes me speed up my hand, even though my wrist is starting to cramp.

Her breathing deepens, sobs worsen, thick hot tears rolling down her cheeks as her strong thighs clamp around my head. Pushing on her lower stomach always seems to do the trick, something about external g spot stimulation? Either way, she’s coming on my tongue with my name in her mouth, combined with many other things I can’t hear because of her thighs over my ears.

Her whole body shakes and twitches, her hips lifting in an arch, her hand holds my hair almost painfully tight to her cunt, not like I was leaving anyways. Her heavy breathing doesn’t slow as I push through what I think is the longest orgasm I’ve ever given her. And trust me, giving head was considered one of my special skills. Wonder if I could put THAT on a job resume?

I slow my fingers inside of her, as well as the lapping of my tongue when I think i’ve stretched that out as long as I could. Her eyes are closed now, breathing slowing, her thighs loosened around my head, allowing me to pull away for air. I slowly remove my fingers from her cunt, causing her hips to twitch again, making me laugh. I suck her excess slick off my fingers, relishing in the way she tastes. Maybe I’m smug, but the fucked out look on my girlfriend’s face as she opens her eyes is totally deserving of a mini victory lap.

I stand up from my position on the floor, my knees cracking on the way up from the way I was kneeling. I kiss my way up her hips and stomach gently, small pecks up her warm body, making my way to her face. The tear stained face I kiss every inch of, something I had started after the first time she cried, a mix of guilt and tenderness I felt for her compelling me to do so. When I finally reach her lips, I swipe my thumb under her eyes, cleaning off any more salty tears or cum. Unfortunately for Kate, going from eating pussy to kissing cheeks means mixing of bodily fluids.

A self confident smile on my face, I kiss my girl on the lips finally, her once limp mouth curving up into a small smile. I pull away, taking in her disbelieving expression. “Where the hell did that come from?” she asks, shaking her head slightly against my lips. “You’re pretty,” is all I say in response.

[florencebirdsong]

Pull, Don’t Push!

Kate Bishop x Reader

Marvel Kinktober 2024

Summary: Getting stuck under the bed hadn’t been on your plans today. Your girlfriend fucking you however…

Tags: stuck trope, kinktober, ass play (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), rimming, top kate, bottom reader

Words: 887 | AO3

Authors note: I wasn’t originally planning to have any ass play but Kate is an ass man. Shout out to @caroldantops for implanting that and her obsession with the stuck trope in my brain.

You knew under the bed was going to be a tight squeeze but you may have miscalculated. Your shoulders are stuck, even though they were just fine getting in (bruises are already forming). Thankfully it’s just the lip of the bed so you aren’t currently having the life squeezed out of you but still. Being stuck under a bed was not in your plans today. You’re lucky you already cleaned under it.

Deciding to give it one last go before yelling for your girlfriend, you push with your hands and try to shrink in on yourself. It doesn’t help. You kick your legs in frustration and knock over a half full box with a loud crash.

Packing is not going well for you.

Two seconds later Kate skids into the room, “What was that?,” you bet she has her bow, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, just please get me out,” is your miserable response. You hear the small thunk of Kate putting her bow down and then her footsteps hurrying over.

“Um,” her hands start on your body and not the body. How she ever survives her missions is a mystery to you. Then her hands pause on your hips.

“Kate. No.”

“But you’re not hurt,” they slide down to grope your ass, “or freaking out and you’re so hot like this.”

“Oh, my god,” you cover your face, “you are such a teenage boy sometimes.”

“Hey! I thought you found my stuck kink cute,” she audibly pouts.

“Do not give me puppy eyes right now,” you warn. Your voice is already weak.

“Please, baby?” she trails her fingers closer to where an ache is starting to form and starts massaging. She’s been with you long enough to know all your sweet spots and you are so screwed.

“You never mention this to anyone, you get one orgasm and afterwards you lift the bed with that strength you’re always bragging about,” you say. You knew what was going to happen the second she realised you were stuck and not hurt. She gets so desperate when a fantasy is being fulfilled and you can never resist it.

You can’t see her but it’s easy to imagine her blinding smile as her hands eagerly go to the waistband of your shorts.

“Imagine if you were wearing a skirt,” she’s practically drooling.

“Kate,” you warn but there’s a hint of a whine in your voice.

“I know this gets you hot too,” her fingers eagerly find your heat and she wastes no time sinking them inside of you. You’re wet enough that she slides in easily and she has you moaning in seconds. “Being trapped, having no say in what happens to you.”

“You’re the-“ her other hand finds your clit, “you’re the puppy here.”

“Mhmm,” her voice has gone all husky and it makes you squeeze around fingers tighter, “and you know how eager puppies are to please.”

You whine as she takes her hand away from your clit. Her thumb hooks into your cheek to bare you to her and one second later her warm tongue is meeting your tightest hole.

You moan and push into her. Her fingers haven’t stopped and the abandonment of your clit is more than made up for by the tongue circling you. You have no idea what you were going to say.

“Kate,” you moan and her tongue dips inside. She hums against you and your toes curl.

“You close already, baby?” she says in that teasing voice that tells you she isn’t going to let you being into this fantasy go.

“Fuck you,” you moan.

“I most certainly am,” her fingers curl and you cry out. For a second you wish you could wriggle free and wipe that smug look from her face but then her tongue slides back inside of you and you change your mind. She turns desperate and soon she’s mumbling against your skin,

“You’re so hot like this.”

“Come on baby, cum for me.”

“You sound so pretty with my tongue in your ass.”

You cum with her fingers curled against your g-spot and her tongue in your ass. Kate moans low when she feels you tighten around her. She sits up when your body has relaxed but keeps her fingers buried deep inside of you.

“I knew you’d be into it,” is the first thing she says.

“Kate, don’t ruin the moment.”

“I can still feel you squeezing around me,” she sounds so smug it’s hard not to kick out at her. Not that you can really feel your legs. “I knew you’d be into this. You love feeling helpless.”

“Oh my god, stop. I’m already well aware of that fact.”

“I wasn’t,” Yelena says behind you. You jump and hit your head while Kate quickly pulls her fingers away and moves to block you from view.

“Yelena,” Kate epically fails at trying to sound casual, “What are you doing here?”

You cut in with a much more important question, “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know you are both completely unaware of your surroundings.”

You groan.

“You ask for my help with moving and then you waste my time?” Yelena asks.

“Like you didn’t love watching,” Kate says.

“Oh god,” you groan again. This isn’t going to stay between the three of you.

[rainbow-sunshine-unicorn]

gif source

Just realised that not only was Anthony kissing Kate’s pregnant belly, he was also gently patting her stomach with the utmost reverence

[marvelobsessed134]

I notice on Wattpad us bottoms get so left out when it comes to reader insert fics 😭

Like tell me why the only options are freaking g!p reader and top!reader likeeeee that’s not me bro

[cod-dump]

Laswell, with her eye twitching: John… do you know why you’re not the favorite?

Price, with a busted lip and bloody knuckles: Is it because I-

Laswell: Start bar fights? One of the reasons!

Price: I regret nothing, Kate

Laswell: I KNOW YOU DON’T

[giawdyke]

twitter doesn't know how to appreciate good posts so please tumblr tell me you agree with me

[stargirldotcom]

- doomed from the start

titanic/ @inanotherunivrse/ seven- taylor swift/ aeschylus/ romeo + juliet/ be nice to me- the front bottoms/ @starpeace/ richard siken/ haunting of bly manor

[whatimdoing-here]

NCIS HAWAII | 3.02 - Crash and Burn

The Dynamic Duo. AKA Kate just wants her girlfriend to be excited and have fun.

[only-one-brain-cell]

I want married Kathony gossiping about the family in season 3 so bad. I want overprotective Anthony with Francesca and Kate being the only one to calm him down (but she’s just as bad.)

Violet watching Anthony give another death glare to a suitor: it’s a miracle Daphne got married at all

Kate: Anthony *wraps her arm around him*

Anthony: *eyes turn to mush*

Kate whispering: he’s not good enough for her, don’t waste your energy on him.

Fran: I’m never getting married am I?

Violet: *exhausted sigh*

Eloise: can they do that with me????

Ben writing to Colin: come home Brother there’s two of them now I’m outnumbered.

[makethemhoesmad]

good girl

🤭@iminlovewithkatemartin

i was inspired

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kate didn’t wear dresses often. but when she did, you liked to get home early.

“it’s only eight, why are we already back?” kate asked from the passenger seat, eyes wide, hair fanning around her face. 

“oh, i just wanted to get a better look at your dress. it’s a new one, gotta check it out” you say, pulling her onto your lap. you connect your lips, sliding a hand under the skirt of the flowery dress she’s wearing.

you reaching her soaked panties lines up with the breathy whimper she lets out into your mouth. she fists your shirt, pulling you closer and pressing herself down onto you.

you take this as a sign and open the car door, letting her slide down from your lap and climb out. you waste no time leading her to your room, then pushing her onto the bed.

“let’s get this dress off now, shouldn’t we pretty girl”

she looks at you with glazed eyes as you strip her naked, then kneel in front of her. you lick a stripe up her pussy, then groan. “you taste so perfect for me baby, just sitting there and taking it”

she cries out, climaxing to just your words. you eagerly lap at it, as she reaches her hands up and buries her face in them. 

“baby, don’t hide from me, it’s okay, come out,” you say, crawling up next to her and covering you both with a blanket. she doesn’t answer, just tucks her face into your neck. you can feel her warm blush, then her breathing start to slow.

“perfect job tonight gorgeous”

[legendarygladiatorbeliever]

🌈❤️Kate Bock❤️🌈

[obsessive-evie]

Top!Kate headcanons

bc i may have been slightly persuaded that she isn’t a complete bottom

lots of heavy breathing and swearing, always smiling and isn’t afraid to sweat (think what she looks like when the camera zooms in on her during a free throw 😍😵)

will pin your hands above your head but not too harsh, just by holding them and lacing your fingers together

whispers in your ear, kisses your neck, bites your shoulders

loves lingerie on you like an unhealthy amount, will buy you new sets “just because”. also loves to see you wear them out just in day to day stuff bc then she knows what she gets to unwrap later, always wants to see you in something pretty and lacy (baby blue and electric blue are her favs)

isn’t opposed to quickies like anytime she can…

like will bend you over the kitchen counter right before she leaves for an away game “for good luck”, fuck you in the backseat of her car in between classes, morning sex always

also will fuck you anywhere?? the couch, the backyard, kitchen counter, dinner table, bathrooms, shower, the car, hotels, etc. i can’t explain this one 🤷‍♀️

lowkey loves you riding her in any way. she’d be more than happy to sit and watch you on her fingers or her thigh all smug

^^ would want you to sit on her face lowkey all the time (think that doja cat quote… i love big noses bc you can yk, sit on em. i might be projecting with this one)

would love , i repeat LOVE your thighs and hips, literally would worship them before going down on you

likes to see you try to be quiet, hence the quickies

i’ve mentioned this before but… would really like using vibrators on you. partially because of how loud you get and how fast you finish, partially because she can multitask that way but still give you pleasure

isn’t afraid to be mean and tease or edge you, but prefers overstimulation and just giving you orgasm after orgasm, no matter how much you’re shaking or saying you can’t take it. unless you safeword out she’s giving you another. and she’s a munch so she’s putting in the work

calls you sweet thing, pretty girl, pretty slut, good girl, like mainly praise but occasionally a touch of degradation

not necessarily top kate but she likes making out, just like overall addicted to kissing you. bonus if she makes you grind on her fully clothed

BONUS

if you call her mommy on accident while she’s topping she would freeze first, kind of smile and be all teasing and cocky about it, but would ultimately make you ask her or make you admit you wanna call her mommy (thank @iminlovewithpaigebueckers for this one)

[denwritesandcries]

MASTERLIST

BOTTOMS

Hazel Callahan

Love, Hate and No Relationship: Hazel Callahan hates you and you have no idea why. Now, this wouldn't be such a problem if it weren't for the fact that you're in love with her.

Work of Art: You join a fight club just to spend more time with your pretty friend, Hazel. The fact that you're running out of time to finish an art project is just a detail.

Hold to my Hand : You might be a little obsessed with your girlfriend's hands and apparently she enjoys that a lot.

Later you'll laugh about this / 2 / 3: Later you would say that you only got into this stupid situation because of a cotton candy. PJ and a cotton candy. A goddamn cotton candy you bought for Hazel Callahan.

YELLOWJACKETS

Shauna Shipman

Heart Stealer: In which Shauna Shipman steals not only your favorite pen during class, but your heart too.

gf!Shauna Shipman HCs

Lose on losing Dogs: There she is. The first person you met when you moved into the neighborhood. Your first friend, your first crush, your first kiss and your first heartbreak. Your first grief is very much alive and looking at you in the eye now.

or, Shauna comes back.

Lottie Matthews

Sweet Doe Eyes: Lottie knows very well what she's doing now, this girl, with that sad little face and doe eyes, with freckles highlighted by the cold and cheeks reddened burned through freezing. She knows you will give in every single time.

One rock a day keeps the Wilderness away: The last thing you expected to happen after a plane crash was for your girlfriend to end up becoming some kind of cult leader fascinated by amulets made of the weirdest and shiny things like a damn owl, yet here you are.

Nat Scatorccio

Call me Yours: You're in a closet with Natalie Scatorccio. How ironic.

gf!Nat Scatorccio HCs

Van Palmer

Like a Movie Scene: Van Palmer should come with a warning sign. She invades your life with her crooked smiles and stupid jokes and draws you into her orbit without even asking for permission, as if it were something destined to happen. Which, you assume, it probably is.

Multi!Yellowjackets

YJS body type HCs

The Wilderness Wants Us To (Kiss): You have experienced all kinds of weirdness ever since the plane crashed months ago, so why the weirdest thing so far is it seems like all the girls are suddenly courting you? 

or, a series of kisses between you and your dear football team.

SCREAM

Sam Carpenter

Hug me Tighter: You’re only trying to make your girlfriend take a nap with you, the fact that it’s in a hospital bed after one of the worst nights of your lives doesn't really matter.

Fall(ing for You): Sam is certain that Tara's new quiet friend may turn out to be Ghostface, unfortunately – or not –, that friend is you. or, it takes the help of tara and a dog for sam to finally come to her senses.

Tara Carpenter

Take a Breath (and kiss me): Your girlfriend Tara gets a little clingy when she realizes you haven't kissed her properly in days.

sleepy!Tara Carpenter HCs

Dating Tara having a scary dog HCs

[bluerae]

you guys see it right?