#message for the young generation

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

I am, once again, thinking about

✨her✨

[swagging-back-to]

i truly miss 2018 era ashnikko.

dont get me wrong, she was still heavily influenced by the patriarchy and had multiple anti feminists moments; like romanticizing strangulation and bdsm in some of her music videos (nice girl in particular)

but the way she is now? i mean shes obviously had plastic surgery which is so sad bc she was beautiful already. But also all her recent music is nothing more than 'MALE GAZE MALE GAZE MALE GAZE WOMEN ARE OBJECTS CHOICE FEMINISM' with a side of male gaze and objectification. :)

like her most recent album which is coming out soon has the saddest cover image ever??? i truly feel so bad for her future self because i know shes going to hate this so much if she ever peaks.

it's basically floss covering her tits and ass. she is practically naked. and has described the album as 'extremely slutty'

it's so insane because even back during her second album/debut with special and stupid and all of that era.... she was still trying to play it off like her music and concepts are feminist. to paraphrase she explained her message and her artistry to her grandparents as 'owning her sexuality and taking control over men, taking power back and empowering women' which... i'd argue she is achieving NONE of those things. at all.

it really is sad because at least in her earliest songs (nice girl era) she really did have some feminists tones!!!! like 'invitation' and 'nice girl' both have good messages, i think. theyre like rants about what it's like to be a woman and in the case of nice girl it's about saying 'fuck that shit, i wanna be weird and mean'

i think shes fallen off that path greatly, and i hope shes able to get back on it. whether it's because shes fallen in the rabbit hole of choice feminism (given the fact she calls herself nonbinary... i say it's very likely, if not CERTAIN) or because the contracts she's in. I hope shes able to get into a contract that grants her more freedom and agency as an actual human being.... and not a sex object. and i hope that she actually takes that opportunity if it's ever granted to her. i truly do.

bc i miss her early songs so much. the vibes were just HITTING bro.

[cornerihaunt]

so uhm. my little cousin passed away last night? she was sixteen/seventeen maybe? and. i can’t wrap my head around how something can happen to someone so young? she just got a severe asthma attack and passed? what the fuck?

[alasarys]

I don't usually do this, but I feel like there's been enough upheaval in the grid that for once it might be useful to set out a ranked list.

George Russell

Lando Norris

Alex Albon

Fernando Alonso

Jack Doohan

Esteban Ocon

Yuki Tsunoda

Lance Stroll

Kimi Antonelli

Lewis Hamilton

Charles Leclerc

Liam Lawson

Nico Hülkenberg

Gabriel Bortoleto

Oliver Bearman

Pierre Gasly

Oscar Piastri

Max Verstappen

Isack Hadjar

Carlos Sainz

Everything from Lance to Gabriel is a bit dependant on circumstances, and I'm equally indifferent about the bottom five.

[yaoi-hate-machine]

bruhhh there’s this person who had posted in a discord server i’m in asking if anyone wanted to do a music collab and afaik i was the only person who responded, we chatted and he shared a track he had started for me to fuck around with, it’s been a few weeks and naturally due to life and adhd i had completely forgotten abt it. and he just messaged me like ‘Hey do you actually want to do this. i see your messages in the server lmao’ like Bro 1. i forgor that not everyone in the world assumes neurodivergence and huge life stressors and 2. it’s perfectly reasonable to reach out and feel disappointed but the whole ‘i see you being active in the server but not interacting with me’ is sooooooo weird to me. it’s giving ‘if you’re sick enough to stay home from school then you’re too sick for video games’

[jd-205]

I've binge watched the first 8 episodes of Marry My Husband only to find out it's ongoing and I have to wait for the next episode to air... What am I supposed to do now, I need to know what happens next!!!

[phantomrose96]

The alt-right's foothold into Gen-Z is frustrating and I can see from over here how they're doing it.

You've got a generation of young-adults who are learning to be adults for the first time and for so many of them it sucks. It sucks to be in your first shitty apartment where things break, and to have your first shitty car that needs maintenance, and to be working a low-paying service or retail job where you get berated all day and barely scrape by. And you go home and you have taxes to figure out and electric bills to figure out and a screen on your phone to rot into to destress.

And this is men and women, equally, in this spot. But the alt-right messaging gets to tailor their approach to gender.

And hey women, yes you working a shitty job for shitty pay, overwhelmed by financial responsibilities and car repairs, what if you actually didn't need to do ANY of that? You don't need to. And you don't need to feel guilty about it. (You're not quitting, you're not being lazy), you actually are just embracing the chance to be exactly who an ideal woman should be. You should actually be beautiful, and demure, and barefoot in a sunny kitchen, glowing, pregnant, hearing the joyful sounds of your children while you bake a roast for your wonderful husband (strong, protective, loves you, handles the finances, handles the jobs, handles all the things you hate). OUR ancestors (don't mind the dogwhistle) did this for GENERATIONS, and modern society has failed you instead!

It's offering to break women out of all the parts of their real life that suck, and do it in a way that promises they're actually being better, being more admirable, more moral, more respectable, more correct, can feel good about, can feel proud about, as a Woman as Feminine as Mother as Goddess.

And the thing being promised does not need to actually reflect reality. It's a fantasy. It is not real. For every "beautiful demure barefoot" day, you'd be having another one covered in shit changing diapers of screaming infants with screaming children while your husband ignores you because it's Women's Work (take pride!) But that doesn't matter. It just needs to sound better than the reality they're living.

Then the men are targeted too. And it's the same in that it's getting to them by appealing to pride in their gender, but the messaging is different. It's "those finances are hard but ACTUALLY you're leveling up, you're grinding, you're finance maxing." It's hard but it's the kind of hard that is a challenge you can WIN at, boast about, post about, prove your manliness. Knowing cars, knowing home repairs, knowing taxes, that's your MAN pride, and you are so elite, you are so sigma, you are the envy of everyone, you are a masculine man. Women love you. Women will defer to you. Strong, respected, moral, loyal, unshakeable. Unlike those pansy men (mind the homophobic dogwhistling) who will whimper and cry like girls. You are better.

The shitty retail job is actually humble beginnings because you're minmaxing your way to financial success (bitcoin, crypto, investments). You can sleep with any woman you want as long as you're confident, and then you'll find one who understands how smart and confident and strong and protective you are and she will defer to you as her man. She will birth your children and teach them good morals and you will make it. Our ancestors lived this way for generations (dogwhistle) and modern society took it from you.

And with that messaging it makes it clear who the enemy in all this is - modern society that has convinced women to torture themselves with high education and terrible jobs, turned them Ugly with Ugly opinions and bad hair and nasty attitudes, yelping about "rights" and "equality" (pitting them against men! TAKING things from men!) All the while, society has been trying to emasculate men--replace them with women, make them soft and emotional, make them gay, make them WEAK. We've been made WEAK.

The naive women hearing this go "I'm not ugly! I don't hate men! I DO hate my job and my finances. I've been tricked. I'm actually rebelling by declaring my goal is to get a Perfect (White) (Christian) moral husband who will make all our decisions and protect me and our children." (And when she's financially trapped in an abusive marriage...? When she's suicidal with PPD but her husband won't touch that because it's Woman Hysteria...? And when her husband leaves her for someone who was as hot as she was 20 years ago and now she's figuring out finances, health care, taxes, bank accounts for the first time in her life...?)

And the men go "They've been TAKING things from us for too long! It's time to be men again! It's time to take pride! I am strong and confident. I am in charge! I never show weakness!" (And when he's got a gun to his head due to the depression he's never been allowed to talk about as Women Feelings...? And when he's financially ruined from a crypto scheme that stroked his ego and robbed him blind...? And when he's dead from alcohol poisoning and none of his adult children notice because no one's spoken to 'Dad' in 15 years...?)

And it's so hard to fight because you're arguing against a fantasy. How do you disprove their fantasy? It's so hard to explain to them, hey you're working a shitty job where you have no future because the rich bastards took it all from you. And now you're doing their work for them. You hate society because of what they've done to it and now you're doing their work. Now you're targeting groups who've never done anything to harm you and the guys responsible are laughing to the bank. How do you explain? How do you disprove fantasy?

[dduane]

Peter Morwood

I am so sorry to have to tell you all about this. None of you, I suspect, will ever have any idea how sorry.

I am in utter shock and terrible pain to have to inform everyone that our friend, my dear husband and creative partner of nearly forty years, Peter Morwood, passed away suddenly early this morning after a brief illness that as late as yesterday (when his doctor saw him) had seemed to be on the mend.

I'm not in any position to say much more about this situation now, as you'll understand my current mental state is not up to the task. (I keep expecting to wake up from a bad dream, but it shows no sign of breaking.) I will let people know more about this in coming days.

There will be a postmortem shortly to determine the exact cause of his death. I'll share what details of this are appropriate as they become clear.

Meanwhile in the short term I'm very much going to need assistance with the expenses that in the days that follow will inevitably surround what's happened.

ETA: Those expenses are now handled.

And I want to thank EVERYBODY who so incredibly generously has stepped up to assist. You are all, every one of you, in my heart right now... not least due to the many, many kind things you've had to say about Peter. Current events mean I'm going to be backed up on the thank-yous for some days yet. Please bear with me.

For those who feel inclined, the Ko-Fi account here is naturally open as usual for those who might simply want to drop something into the pot tagged "GNU Peter Morwood." I'm looking into notes about his preferred charities so that I can split all such donations in those directions. (For example, P. lost a beloved cousin very young to childhood leukemia, so I'm looking around for appropriate cancer charities. ...But more of that later.)

My love will wait for me, I know, however long it takes. He's never minded waiting. (the saddest smile) My job now is to make sure he's not forgotten while I go on.

Meanwhile, can I just say to all of of you: I thank you all ahead of time for all the support and fondness for Peter that I know so many of you will express. He'd blush over it, I know. (He always did.) Please forgive me for being unable to do much in the way of answering messages, just now, in the wake of having to get to grips with this sudden and awful change in my world.

But also let me say, so urgently: Hug your loved ones now, while you can. Eventually a day will come when, expected or not, your opportunities end.

Thanks, friends.

--DD

[towersofviolet]

uh oh! being weird and off-putting has backfired! now people think you're weird and off-putting!

[flowachild]

ah my mom said one of my lil cousins had a mental health break

[tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors]

can we ask about ur family's curse

according to my great grandma it was cast on her grandma by a neighbor with the evil eye - "your daughters will marry their fathers and your sons will become them"

which is really just a fancy way of describing the cycle of abuse and therefore worked very well, generally going into effect before the kid in question turned 21

so my matrilineal family tree winds up a fractured, miserable mess, lots of young marriages and parents falling apart generation after generation, serial toxic marriages with generations of kids scattered across the whole state in foster homes - very nasty stuff

until it gets to me (firstborn in my generation of cousins) and by the time im twenty one i am 1. both daughter and son and neither 2. extremely aspec and queer

which apparently this neighbor did not conceive of when casting her eye and seems to have simply error messaged the curse into oblivion. no one born after me has had this problem. all their romantic relationships are loving (though i would never claim them perfect) and their children adored. fairytale loopholed so hard the damn thing disintegrated. its the funniest magic story i have lmao

[the-cooler-king]

I make my peace with certain things, and I'm okay with where I'm at sometimes, but this fucking guy just does this thing where I have to re-evaluate every chain I've got wrapped around my body because I didn't think I'd ever have to deal with certain things to move beyond them. I have contented myself with living within their confines because how else am I supposed to keep my shambling form tied together. But now there are *lots* of things I have to unpack and consider and ponder and deal with so I can be the best version of myself for both of us. Goddamnit this is hard and it takes a lot of time, why is he still like.... here for me

[ourceliumnetwork]

listen. I know my family is bad at communication and acknowledgement of receipt of Thing but when the one thing that consistently happens semi-annually is that I get fussed at for not confirming I received something, it irks me a smidge.

Like if I'm expected to always confirm "Hey I got your [communication/gift]" then why aren't they doing it back? Especially considering the communication in this instance has really actually very important information they will want to know if they want to stay in contact with me.

Like????

Even if I'd just gotten a "K" in response, like. at least it would have let me know they got the damn thing. I sent this email TWO WEEKS AGO and only one person responded - and it was practically immediate too. Like... i know folks are busy, i know shit's going on. I get it. But it would help me feel so much less like I'm suddenly a pariah in the family out of nowhere if like one of the people I'd sent this to had just responded in some way shape or form.

I'd have answered a phone call - i wouldn't have liked it, but i'd have done it. A letter in the mail to my current address even. a message in a bottle probably wouldn't get to me because i'm pretty far from the beaches of the great lakes, and also they're even farther, but like. something right?

my sister at least confirmed she got it and just forgot to respond. i imagine that's what happened with everyone else because we have the same mental illnesses and look. i do it too. but also? also?? i was hounded to respond quickly to things, i was told off every time i wasn't responding within a half hour of any communication. I was asked instantly the next time they saw me if I'd gotten it, even if i hadn't had a chance to see the thing yet.

So forgive me, family, if I'm a little peeved off that all y'all are allowed to "forget to respond" for two whole fucking weeks and then a few extra days (because it's been 2 weeks, 3 days exactly) when i can't let something sit in the mailbox for 2 days because i couldn't get to my mailbox easily while living on my own without getting a phone call or text or email that there should be something waiting in there for me.

*enraged screeching*

[caitlynsrighteye]

Our Secret

G!P Caitlyn Kiramman x Reader

Heir to the high social status name, Kiramman, should only be paired within the same class standard. Yet, she's fallen for (reader), a girl that is, let's say, not upper class.

Contains: Modern AU, fluff, smut with plot, secret relationship, basketball!G!P!Caitlyn wlw, fem!reader, cunnilingus, couch sex, car sex, almost getting caught, characters are 18+, in 4th year high school (old enough to fuck, but young enough for parents to still have control of their lives lol)

wc: 3.5k

Masterlist Part 2

Born into generational wealth with high status due to her parents' success in business and entrepreneurship. Caitlyn is expected to live up to the same fate, whether it's from her own success or married into another rich family.

That is what Caitlyn planned in order to please her parents.

Until her eyes landed upon you. Beautiful, nonchalant. The sway of your hips as you roam the halls of Piltover High. You were simply walking to your next class before the bell rang, but to Caitlyn, why did time seem too slow when her gaze averted to you?

You, on the other hand, did not bat an eye or spare a second glance. You paid no attention to snotty rich athletes. Especially one as popular as the navy-haired girl. Whom always seemed to have a new girl wrapped around her slim finger every week. She wasn't just the school's top basketball player she WAS a player, and you had no interest in being used.

She noticed you around more. During the passing period, the library, even sitting in the stands as you watch her team, play on the court.

Vi, your best friend. Practically grew up with each other along her sister and brothers. The redhead was also on that team you were cheering for. The game was going well with Piltover in the lead. Each shot Caitlyn took, she always looked your way to make sure you were watching (show-off) and surprisingly didn't miss a single one, like you were her goodluck charm (or maybe just being a try hard to impress you).

The team of Piltover Blue jerseys ran onto the other teams side, ready to score again. Vi passed up all opponent team players, dribbling the ball with skilled precision, ready to pass to Caitlyn. The tall athlete was ready for the pass, yet subconsciously glanced your way, and the ball being passed to her hit her straight in the head. The impact created an embarrassingly loud boing sound. While you watched too.

After the game, Caitlyn walked out of the lockerroom, icepack in hand was placed on her black swollen left eye. She saw you talking with your strong built friend. Before Caitlyn could walk away and sulk, Vi looked over her shoulder and called the girl over.

"Oye! Super star, come over here," said Vi. The blue-eyed player sighed and turned around slowly before walking in your direction. Her face was flushed. Not a clue if it was from the recent game or the embarrassment of you looking at her in her current state.

"We won, but at what cost?" The redhead laughed, patting Caitlyn on the shoulder. Caitlyn usually had this confident demeanor in her stance, but now her back was slightly slouched, and the hand that wasn't holding onto the icepack was cluthing onto one of her backpack straps.

"There was something in my eye, wasn't ready to- " she was interrupted by vi, "Yeah sure, Cupcake," Caitlyn scoffed at the nickname. Violet's phone dings as she gets a text message. "Oh, Powder's waiting for me in the car, gotta go, see ya later, pirate," she says, teasing Caitlyn. She nods in your direction as a fair well, leaving you and the tall player alone.

All was silent until you broke it. "Don't mind Vi, are you alright?" You chuckle in between your sentences. Her gaze leaves the floor where she is staring down at her untied laces. "Yeah, totally. T'is no big deal, didn't even hurt," she tried to play it off, even knowing that her eye throbbed against the coolness of the bag.

Looking back, you never actually talked to the girl, nor did you know that she had an accent. It was quite cute if you were being completely honest.

"So, uh, nice to meet you... cupcake?" She sighed before speaking. "You can just call me Caitlyn, please," you bit your lip, surpressing a laugh, ready to burst out.

"Alright, Caitlyn," the sound of her name rolling off your tongue sent butterflies to her stomach. "I'm Y/n-".

"We had bio together 2nd year," she blurted out, unaware of how she just happened to remember that in that moment. You stared at her with wide eyes as she let go of her bag strap to scratch behind her neck that didn't even itch, tugging on the small hairs that couldn't be pulled into a ponytail.

She stood there even more embarrassed. Where did all this awkwardness come from. It was usually so easy for her to talk to girls, but something about you made her knees buckle and stomach turn.

There was some small talk between the two of you before you realized it was getting late and you're still standing in the halls of the school. Caitlyn offered to walk you back to your car, and you obliged in appreciation.

-

For the next few weeks, the only messages Caitlyn waits and picks up for are yours. The both of you had grown fond of each other. Hanging out, at first, it was with Vi, but soon ended up with just the two of you alone. She would walk you to your classes, not bothering about the time she had left for passing period. Jogging towards your spot in the bleachers after games.

All the girls she was once in contact with were blocked on her phone. She only had eyes for you.

Months pass, and you finally give in to her flirtatious gestures. One study night at her place, you both laid on her queen sized bed. Your backpacks are sitting on the floor of her bed, binders and papers cover the end of her matress as you both were making out on her freshly cleaned sheets. Legs tangled with each other as you and her laid on your sides. Your arms around her neck as she has one hand behind your head, pulling you impossibly close, and her other roaming the curves of your side. You were both lost in each others grasp.

For so long, she dreamt of finally being able to touch you as she palmed herself late at night in her bed. And here you were, tongues exploring each others mouths, saliva strings connecting your lips to her plump ones.

So lost in each other that you almost missed the knock at her bedroom doors. The handle turned, and the door creaked open. You both pushed off each other. Your push was accidentally too aggressive as she fell off the side of her bed with a thud. The bed was angled enough from the door so that when Caitlyn's mom, Cassandra, entered the room, the blue-haired girl was out of sight.

"Hello, Y/n, do you happen to know where Caitlyn had gone off to?" Her poor mother, so polite. You are sat up on her comforter with homework placed in front of your lap. "She's in the restroom, Mrs. Kiramman," you say, hiding the fact that you're out of breath and your face is bright red like a tomato. "So, I see. When she comes back, please let her know to come to my office for a moment," The older woman closes the door behind her after you say, "Of course, maam".

After a long minute of waiting for her mother to leave down the hall, you crawl to the side of the bed and see Caitlyn on her back with her arm slung over her face, holding back a silent laugh. You both begin to laugh as you asked, "Are you okay?" You grab her arm to remove it from her beautifully sculpted features. Her deep blue eyes meet yours, and you're mesmerized. "I'm alright, thank you," she sits up, and before you can say another word, she pulls you from the back of your neck and pulls you into a kiss.

-

Soon after, she takes you out and asks you to be her girlfriend, but with a boundary of keeping it a secret. The more people are aware of the newfound relationship, the more likely her parents would find out. It didn't bother you to the core, but it was different.

As if luck wasn't on your side, her parents almost always managed to catch you both barely while you work at each others bodies.

One evening, she invited you over for a movie night, and the next thing you know, you're pushed deep into the plush couch of her living room with your thighs squeezing around her head tightly, as she's kneeled on the floor with your fingers tangled into her luscious navy blue hair and your other hand gripping the cushions behind you. The Kiramman heir is talented with her tongue. Swiping up long stripes from your entrance to your aching clit. The sounds were lewd, wet and loud, of her ravaging your pussy that needed her mouth so badly. You've ever felt such ecstacy before meeting her. Feels as if the moment you two began being intimate with each other, she knew where to please you and knew what would feel good.

Your irises rolled back, and your toes clung to the fabric of her shirt. Your moans were like music to her ears, wishing she could have you like this always. Both her hands grabbed at your flesh. One giving special attention to the mounds of fat on your chest and the other thrusting two fingers into your pulsing heat, curling them at a certain angle that drove you over the edge.

The air felt hot and heavy. Caitlyn's dick was out free and soaked in your spit from your ealier oral attention, her tip rubbing against the cloth of the couch. She humped against it, creating friction she needed. All was well till you saw silhouettes of a man and woman outside the window curtains near the front door.

Through broken moans you panick, "Ah- Fuck... Cait," you tug her hair and she looks at you confused before turning to the door. She quickly, but carefully picks you up off the couch. As soon as your feet hit the cold floor, you felt like jelly. Bad timing for Caitlyn to take your ability to walk. She brought you over to a nearby closet filled with hanging jackets and shelves of shoes and shoved your clothes into your arms before giving you a quick peck to your lips.

She practically jumped into her sweatpants and tucked her spit-slicked cock into the waistband to hide her hardened length. Her parents' keys could be heard as it worked to open the large door. When the noble couple stepped inside, their daughter sat on the couch watching where you and her left off on the movie.

"Hello, Caitlyn," her mother greets. Her father was about to say the same before he sniffed the air and tugged to loosen the business tie around his neck. "Darling, what is that smell?" He says, looking around the room. Caitlyn, with a nonchalant look to her face while she lights a candle on the side table next to the couch. "Im not sure," Sweat threatened to slide down her temple. Her blue eyes darted to the closet door that you hid in. Mr. Kiramman walked in your direction to put his coat away. She never stood so fast in her life she thought she'd pass out. Walking over to her father, she guides him to a small table where she had put the mail. "Dad, I saw this envelope from earlier, looks important," she put the pile of mail in his hands. "Oh well, thank you, Caitlyn," he says before heading towards his office where his wife followed after him.

"Phew," she sighed, hurrying towards your hiding spot where you had your hand covering your mouth to shield your heavy breaths. She opened the sliding doors to your shocked state, worried that you had been caught. You were still naked, legs shaking with arousal dripping down your skin. She gently caresses your cheek, comforting a soft smile from your lips. You take her hand as she helps you out of the closet, bringing you to the closest bathroom where she had you sit on the counter and helped you back into your clothes. Unfortunately, you both blue balled that night.

-

There was one place where Mr and Mrs. Kiramman couldn't catch you and your super hot girlfriend, the backseat of her car in a dark empty parking lot being lit by the tall light polls. Being the offspring of two rich, important people, she drove a huge murdered out cadillac escalade. The windows were tinted, and the interior was expensive leather. The backseat was large enough and had room for you both to lay.

The sun had gone down a few hours ago. Caitlyn had taken you out to a nice dinner after her team had won a basketball championship while being mvp on the court. The gym was filled in cheers from the crowd, and her teammates shouted in victory. Vi ran up to Cait and lifted her off her feet to congratulate the star of the game. The restaurant was dimly lit by glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and candles placed on tables. The navy-haired woman was cleaned up, wearing a black pant suit with her hair down resting on her broad shoulders.

As you sat down, she wanted to be extra fancy by ordering wine, but she got ID'd for not being 21 by the waiter (buzz kill). She was romantic and knew how to bring your face to a bright red. Knew how to make you laugh and overall make you want to bend over for her. Dinner was good, yet unbearable with the ache between your legs. The two of you basically hurried out of there, almost forgetting to pay.

Now, here you are, both sat in the backseat, straddling her bare lap as you bounced on her hardened cock. Your bodies fully exposed to each other with goosebumps along your skin. Hands on her shoulders, as hers gripped your hips with bruising strength. Your lips were attached to her neck, sucking and biting the flesh, turning it purple. Her head was thrown back on the seat with her eyes closed tightly. You watched in awe how undone you've made her. Her face wincing from the squeezing pleasure you've given her. Causing you to gain the stamina to bounce harder on her.

Caitlyn was lost in the deep red sea of your pussy as you tightened around her shaft. Each bounce stroked her from tip to hilt repeatedly. Her cock was so deep inside, it kissed your cervix painfully, your clit making contact with her pelvis as you landed.

The windows were completely fogged over, with handprints scattering its area. Her car rocked with each movement. Both your moans overcame the music playing on the bluetooth. The claps of your skin colliding with hers rang in your ears.

"Ha- fuck," you moaned. Caitlyn was not paying attention. Her head was still thrown back as she just sat there enjoying as you rode her. You took one of your hands from her shoulders to tug at her ponytail, bringing her face towards yours. Her eyelids drooped, looking fucked out and exhausted. She crashes her lips onto yours, kissing you hard. The kiss was messy, and your tongues danced together. Saliva strings connecting you both together.

Your movements began to slow as you grew tired. As if energy was transferred over, her kiss became brutal. Tongue dominating yours to explore the inside of your mouth. Her body leaned into you to get closer. If getting closer was even possible at this point. She pulled away from the kiss to watch as your body moved.

Grinding down on her, her erection rubbed against your sweet spot deliciously. Her sapphire eyes stared onto your perfectly round boobs, taking one nipple into her mouth sucking it hard like a hungry babe. "Fuck baby, you're so good," she said, mouth full of your chest mounds. The grip on your hips started to get rough as she helped you move, getting your body to continue bouncing. The sounds of your moans against her ear and your wet cunt swollowing her long cock whole was obscene. Straight out of a porno.

She had never felt this good before. Never with any other girl she's fucked for her own enjoyment made her feel the way she feels in this moment. Never had one of those girls made her fall head over heels. She was in love with you and wanted only you.

Her mouth left your boob with a pop. With the remaining strength and endurance she had left in her, she lifted you. Without pulling out of your cunt to pushed you down onto the center console. Your body getting stuck between the driver and passenger seat. With a shocked expression on your face, you watched her smirk stupidly before her hips took off. Pounding into you with such speed and force behind each thrust till her thighs burned from the awkward position. Your body moved upwards with each stroke she gave you, and you winced in pain when your skin skid along the leather seats. Your fingernails dug into her shoulders, creating scratch marks ready to bleed.

Your moans grew louder, and her balls slapped against your ass. You felt evey thick vein of her cock rubbing your inner walls. The head breaking through you made you feel like you'd be split into two. "Ahh Cait! You're gonna m-make me fucking cum," you lifted your head to watch her dick disappear within you. Your eyes almost rolled back at the sight of her thrusting into you. Her forhead slick with sweat, bottom lip between her teeth, her boobs bouncing with each pound of her hips onto yours. She gasped, close to her nut bust she watched her dick print on your lower tummy. It turned her on so much more. Her palms pressed down onto where she could see her dick going in and out of you, tickling your g-spot from the outside. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and your velvet walls clenched onto her girth. She moan in unison with you. "Shit so tight. Wanna cum in you," her jaw tensed as you were clamped down hard onto her.

"Fuck fuck Cait!" You screamed. Squeezing her member hard, her balls tightened. You squirted all over her. Your hot fluids coating her pelvis. White cum burst from her tip and into you. Her strokes were slower, riding out both your highs. Long and deep strokes. Your body shook from the intense orgasm. Her eyes were glued to you the whole time while she took control. She craved the faces you made while she fucked you into a mindless sack of flesh. Regaining consciousness from your high, your eyes locked to hers. She stood awkwardly over you, trying to catch her breath before pulling her sore cock out of you.

It's as if the whole world went silent, and you and her were at the center of it all. Your gaze lingered onto hers before following a bead of sweat down to her swollen glossy lips. Wrapping your arms around her neck, you pulled her in to taste the sweet padding of her lips. She sighed into it, feeling relaxed and loved within your grasp. Something she felt safe and vulnerable in.

The kiss broke, and she nuzzled her face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sent of your perfume and sweat. She placed soft pecks to the hickeys on your neck. Kisses that lead up your jaw to your cheek, then reached your forhead. After one final peck to your hairline, she looked up to see the time on the dashboard screen.

She sighed, "It's 3am," she watched as your eyebrows rose and your forhead wrinkled. "Oh shit," you say. A smile widened across your face as you do your best not to giggle. Yet, failed once she began to laugh with you. It wasn't a hilarious laugh it was more comfortable and soft sounding. Like, 'Oh my gosh, we were so caught up in the moment we didn't realize how late it had gotten'.

"Mum and dad are going to kill me," she rested her forhead against yours. You chucked and said, "We'll come up with an excuse."

"I love you."

You stared into her eyes blankly. Surprised by the sudden confession. Her body lifted, just as shocked as you were before taking a deep breath to keep eye contact with you.

"I love you, Y/n," she said it more confidently. It's been months since you both began dating, and you've gotten to know each other for almost a year by now. Confessing love was bound to happen sooner or later.

Your expression relaxed, and a sly smile spread on your lips. "About time, cupcake," you teased. "Oh, you shut up," she laughed.

"I love you too, Caitlyn Kiramman"

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Note: IT IS SO HARD FOR ME TO WRITE SMUT BC I JS WANNA WRITE BACKGROUND AND PLOT TO ITTTT AHHHH!

Also ps: i keep seeing hcs of Caitlyn loving to have reader ride in cowgirl position... and never see it in fics like i eat up that hc sm ugh, need to save a horse so bad🧎🏻‍♀️

Thanks for reading♡ lemme know what you think :)

[journeytojaburo]

Getting reminded of this fact is so scary

[naomis-daydream]

courtside // paige bueckers

summary: request fill:) you attend one of your girlfriend’s games in hopes of surprising her, by watching her play live for the first time. though when the jumbotron catches you courtside, you both learn that you’ll have to be more discreet if you want to remain private.

warnings: ass grabbing, alludes to sex

a/n: wiping the dust off my drafts & writing skills…

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december 7, 2024

the barclays center was packed with energy this saturday morning.

the stadium is sold out with thousands of fans bathed in navy blue & white or the opposing team’s red & black. the university of connecticut faces louisville in the women’s champions classic, currently holding a 20 point lead with the game 50-30.

you wouldn’t previously consider yourself a fan of women’s basketball, or sports in general. aside from the olympics, you hardly tuned in to watch athletic competitions of any kind.

until you saw her.

number 5, senior guard of the huskies. the young woman responsible for nearly half the points illuminating on the scoreboard. driven, supportive, unstoppable on the court, and arguably the best player in women’s college basketball at the moment. though it wasn’t her impressive game that drew you to her. it was her charm, her character, and a certain irresistibility about her.

you came across her social media one day, and like many others, found yourself pressing the ‘follow’ button atop her page. though contrary to most, and to your surprise, she reciprocated the action shortly after. somewhere in between then and now, the two of you got especially close. during late night video calls, pre-game messages, and post-show evenings in your high rise apartment.

those moments led you here, sitting pretty in floor seats at the blonde’s game.

you watch as jana dribbles the ball from half court to the three point line, fakes out a louisville player and then pretends to shoot. she passes the ball to azzi, who catches it with ease, stepping back as the ball leaves her fingers and flows through the net with a sharp swish!

the shot clock rings with vigor, signaling the end of the first half. the sound is soon drowned out by the cheers of fans and slapping of noisemakers as the players from each team clear the court.

a short cheer leaves your lips, hands clapping as the star-studded team makes makes their way past your seat and to the coaching staff.

your chin lifts to watch the players as they lightly jog in front of your row, a few of them giving quick waves as they make their way past. you spot a familiar pair of blonde braids near the back of the line, and just as she passes you, her eyes remains focused on her teammates ahead.

your gaze nor smile falters though, because you’re well aware she felt your eyes on her, that is if the smile she’s fighting as she makes it to geno is any constellation.

you and paige had the discussion of keeping your relationship private the minute you starting dating. you were both gradually becoming high profile people in your respective industries, and wanted the focus to be what you do during the day rather than who you did at night.

you first gained traction after your role in clueless: the musical. even more so following the conclusion of mean girls on broadway prior to the pandemic. now, you’re building your career as a actress and singer outside of the theatre, soon releasing your first album.

for paige, she’s had eyes on her since she was a freshman in high school. she’s had both her proudest and most difficult moments broadcasted to tens of thousands of people. and now, she has millions watching her, waiting for her next move on and off the court.

she doesn’t mind the attention, she enjoys it most of the time, but she shares so much of herself with everyone. she just wants to keep some aspects of her life hers. including you.

so you guys aren’t public, not yet, anyway. paige wanted to wait until it was right, and you were okay with that. you know how much she wants that title, and how hard she’s pushing to earn it. that’s what people’s focus should be on. though, you still wanted to support one another. so you’re content sitting on the sidelines silently cheering her on.

well, kind of silently.

with the game paused until the second half, you pulled out your phone, swiping though tabs before you finding yourself on instagram.

you’re scrolling lazily through your social media as you wait for the game to resume, double tapping on a mutual’s post when the noise around you grows exponentially.

you look left and right, trying to see what the commotion is about, only seeing that those around you are at staring at…you.

a bearded man to the left of you sees your confusion, tapping your shoulder. he chuckles as he juts his head towards the ceiling.

your brows furrow, though you follow his eyes towards the stadium screen, to which you see yourself from the waist up in 120 inches of HD LED.

your eyes widen as your jaw drops, the stadium cheering almost impossibly louder at your expression.

a grin sweeps across your face as you give the screen a wave before making a heart with your hands. you read the bottom of the screen which shows a title card with your name followed by broadway actress.

you are onscreen for another few seconds before the camera hard cuts to uconn’s bench, showing a blonde gazing intently up at the jumbotron with remnants of a smile pulling at her lips.

the girl quickly closes her mouth and looks down at the court, hands on her hips as she lazily attempts to hide the growing heat on her face before she reorients herself with her team.

down the court, you shake your head, smiling.

gosh, this is gonna be harder than you thought.

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the heels of your boots hit the tunnel’s concrete floor with a sharp click clack as you make your way to the visitor’s locker room.

“you do know it’s obvious, right?” you hear from down the hall.

you continue to walk towards the noise, slowing your steps down as the conversation continues closer. the responder bears a smooth tone, one of striking familiarity you notice as they reply. “man, it was the stupid delay on the screen! messing up my inconspicuousness.”

the first voice breaths something of an unconvinced chuckle, prompting the other to continue.

“this is the nonchalant final boss you’re talking too.”

you snicker at her comment as you turn the curve of the tunnel, finally spotting the player a few yards away. “yeah, it was super nonchalant when you were practically drooling onscreen.”

paige’s whips forward at the sound of your voice, seeing you walking towards her. you stop a few feet from her and azzi, though your eyes are on her.

“hey, superstar,” you say smiling.

paige’s nose scrunches, lips curling at the sides. “hi.”

the pair of you stand there for a beat, admiring each other in silence, as if to commit the other to memory.

azzi adjusts her duffel bag, starting to walk again. “right. so, i’ll just catch you guys later.”

“tell coach i’ll meet y’all at the airport?” paige asks, as azzi passes you, a knowing smirk on her face.

she snorts. “yeah, okay.”

“bye y/n,” she calls from behind you, voice echoing against the cement walls.

you laugh, looking down, “bye azzi.”

there’s another breath of silence that falls between you two, similarly to the space that separates you now. almost like the distance that usually parts you two still lingers, and is what’s currently keeping paige a yard away from you, holding her bookbag straps with a adoring yet hesitant look in her eyes.

“she’s right,” you say walking closer, “if you wanna keep things private, you really shouldn’t go staring at me like that in front of twenty thousand people.”

she smacks her teeth, eyes slightly downcast now that you’ve closed the gap between you two.

“hard not to stare when you come up in here looking like that,” she says, “you look fuckin’ amazing.”

you smile almost impossibly harder, a soft, “thank you,” living your lips. she takes your left hand, holding it your above your head, eyes still cast on yours as her brows raise in silent question. spin for me.

paige holds your hand loosely as you slowly turn, a giddy grin on your face as you let her eyes again.

“next time you come see me play you’ll be repping #5, right?”

you hum in agreement.

“you were incredible out there, p.”

“thank you, baby,” she says softly. “how come you didn’t tell me you were comin’?”

“just wanted to surprise you is all.”

she pulls you in with warm hands on your waist. “i would’ve dropped 30 if i knew you were here sooner.”

a giggle escapes your lips as you reply, wrapping your arms around her neck. “i think twenty is enough.”

“how long are you here for?” you ask, looking up at her.

“just tonight. we leave right after breakfast tomorrow.”

“well then i guess i’ll have to give you the spark notes version of the tour,” you say. she raises her brows in question.

“what, you thought i’d let you leave the city without seeing my favorite spots?”

“as cute as you’d be as my tour guide, who needs to see the city when i got the best view right here?” she replies, bringing a hand to cup your cheek.

you frown into her palm.

she rubs your cheek tenderly. “come on, don’t pout at me, mama.”

“next time?” you ask.

“next time,” she assures.

“besides,” she sighs, hands trailing down to cup the fat of your ass. “before i leave i need to take a bite out of the big apple,” she says, enunciating her words with a soft squeeze.

your lips pull a smile as your nails scratch the nape of her neck. “that can be arranged.”

new york: the city that never sleeps, and trust, you and paige didn’t get much that night.

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