#ace!martin

[radladrobin]

Vintage Glases

[stompandhollar]

canon ace spec archivist and his very supportive boyfriend

[starrodent]

@jonmartinweek day 7: ace day!!!!!!

some doodles of my king!! he has all the love that my wee asexual heart can muster <3 honestly jon is some of the best ace rep i've ever seen and i'm glad he's in the world

for some reason when i started making this post the picture got kinda small? idk if it'll still be like that when it goes up but if it does, just click on it or zoom in i guess

[cult-of-the-eye]

I love how intricate asexuality can be. No sex at all? Sure! Just want to watch? Brilliant! Only comfortable with topping? You go girl! Only rarely feel aroused and when you do it's very touch and go? Wonderful! Kinky but not in a sex way? Coolio! Queerness is full of nuance and people are complicated and things never live in a vacuum!!

[torpublishinggroup]

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[crazycatmilo]

Jon and Martin as a couple actually mean the world to me. As an ace person, I hardly ever get to see media that represents asexuality in a way that feels realistic to my experience. Romance is important to me, but it’s always tied in with sex as if they are inseparable. Most ace characters are aroace, and I have literally never come across an ace character in a romantic relationship until Jon and Martin. I think that’s part of the reason they’ve taken over my brain so much in a way no other ship I’ve come across has so intensely. On top of the fact that I love their characters and the TMA universe as a concept like they have lowkey changed my life.

[k8martins]

｡˚ pillowtalk ‎₊˚ 𓂃˖ 𝜗𝜚 ｡˚

summary: kate has a sex dream about roommate!reader and can’t stop thinking of her like that, and it leads to something more

words: 2.4k

warnings: smut, 18+, kate takes forever with foreplay, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), overstimulation ig

a/n: this shit is freaky… filthy even..

——————————————————————————

when kate jolted awake on her back, her dream was still lingering in the waking world. she couldn’t even get her eyes all the way open yet, but swore she could still feel the forbidden sensation of her roommate’s hands; the way they left no portion of her skin untouched, eventually anchoring down her thighs. intentional kisses, all the way down her body. kate brought a hand up to her face and tried to rub the image away. it was proven futile as her legs twitched at the dreamy feeling of her roommate lapping her tongue around kate’s heat, making her sway.

it was an accidental groan from kate’s mouth that finally brought her back to reality, meeting your gaze from her bed.

“tough night or what?” you laughed, staring at a sleepy kate lying in her dorm sized bed. you stood a few feet away, getting ready to go to class.

for a moment, kate couldn’t bring the words out of her mouth. her hand was tangled in her hair, stalling her response further. she blinked several times, her eyes getting more awake each time.

“oh... yeah,” kate mumbled, embarrassed. she was almost convinced you could read her mind and look into the dream she had.

you noticed kate was staring you up and down intently. although sleepy, it looked like she could’ve pulled you onto her bed for herself. fixing your hair in the mirror, you tried to disregard her look.

“well, i’m gonna go to class. and then i think i’m going out later if you wanna join.” kate was now sitting up in her bed, lightly tugging at the hem of her shirt.

“um.... i probably shouldn’t. got a lot of work to do,” kate said in her raspy voice. you looked at her, surprised.

“are you sure?”

“yeah i’ll just stay here and watch after the dorm,” kate joked, smiling stupidly.

her ridiculous statement made you giggle, but she was acting a bit different.

“is there something up with you?” you questioned lightheartedly. although you were curious, class started soon, and you walked towards the door. the question appeared to make kate nervous, and she moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

“no, why?”

“well... i just thought it would be silly for you to be sitting here all alone with your cute self. thats all,” and you headed out the door with one last smug look.

after the door closed and kate was left alone in the room, she stared quietly at the floor, replaying the dream over and over again. she sighed as your phantom hands ran up and down her body, toying at the clothes she still had on. the eager pace, not letting up despite kate’s whimpers. she wanted it to be real life; easily picturing the fantasy in her mind into reality. she stared at her bed and recalled her body sprawled out, your head between her thighs, gripping at the sheets.

kate was relieved and simultaneously torn that you left so abruptly after coming so close to uncovering her secret. for months now, kate had been sharing a dorm room with you, a near perfect match. it was almost too perfect, as kate frequently found herself staring at you getting ready, “discreetly” glancing as you change clothes, and being over curious as to your whereabouts. kate knew it wouldn’t exactly be ideal to pursue you, as you were meant to only be friends, living together for just the year. her mixed emotions ate away at her; too nervous to mess things up, while also wanting to confess how she feels. the dream was nearly her last straw.

——————————————————————————

later in the day, kate returned back to her dorm from her class. she spent all day thinking of you, her mind clouded over with the morning interaction. it wasn’t exactly late yet, but kate stepped into your shared room to find you getting ready for a night out. you had just gotten your top on, which was a wide strap tank in pink, and a black mini skirt.

“oh hey kate!” you exclaimed once she came in.

“hey. what ‘cha doing?” kate asked dumbly, trying to act casual. she noticed your outfit, and took her time looking you up and down.

“doing my makeup,” you replied innocently, staring back at kate through the mirror in front of you.

she stepped a few feet closer behind you as you applied your lip combo. “that’s a pretty color on you,” kate complimented.

this time you turned your head behind you, gazing at her with a knowing look. you smirked as you put the last bit of lipstick on, pushing your lips together and blushing.

“it would look good on you too,” you commented boldly, gesturing towards the lipstick. you turned your head around back towards the mirror and was fixed on putting away the lipstick when you felt kate’s big hands creep onto your low hips. you melted in her touch, a feeling you’d been waiting for.

“yeah? should we try?” kate said in a low tone, shamelessly letting her hands roam up and down your waist. her body was still against yours from behind, feeling her chest and waist against your back. as embarrassing as it was, you already began to grow wet between your legs.

“kate...” you breathed, turning around to meet her face. you weren’t exactly sure what you wanted to say, but couldn’t take your eyes off her face, which was now fixed into an eager but gentle look.

“is this ok?” kate asked, as if she hadn’t been feeling you up already.

there was almost no space left between you and kate as you lifted your face up to hers. “i’ve wanted to do this for so long,” you admitted, your face just inches away.

kate hummed lowly as she cupped your face with her hands, bringing you into the kiss. it quickly became heated as your lips crashed together; kate feverishly bit down on your bottom lip, a sting you would surely feel for the rest of the night. her hands left your face and traveled back down to your waist, finding the hem of your skirt.

“this little skirt... is driving me crazy,” kate said breathlessly, toying with band of your short skirt.

your heart boomed at her words, pushing your hips into her hands. the knot in your stomach was becoming harder to ignore, and you were desperate to do something about it.

“kate, please,” you moaned into her mouth.

at the tone of your begging voice, kate gripped your hips and walked you to her bed. she only broke the kiss once to lift you up onto the mattress in one swift motion. with quickness, you laid your head down on kate’s pillow as she crawled on top of you. she didn’t know where to touch you first, beginning with your head and gently pulling at your hair, making you even more needy.

moaning into the kiss once again, you begged kate to just do something, but she took her sweet time making you wait. every time you begged, you saw the amusement in her eyes, knowing she loves it. to make you wait even longer, kate placed her knee between your legs, pushing it firmly against your heat. the sensation made your head spin, but it wasn’t enough. you eagerly bucked your hips up against her knee, trying to create any possible friction against your aching pussy. the friction was short lived as kate flew her hand to your hip, holding it down.

“you gotta be patient, princess,” kate teased, feeling her breath against your jaw. you felt like you could cry as you realized how long she was going to draw it out, squirming underneath her grasp.

kate kissed along your jaw and made her way to your neck. you brought your chin up, giving her full access. your hands scratched at her back, eventually moving them under her shirt and earning a low moan from kate. it was your turn to moan as she agonizingly sucked spots onto your neck.

“kate don’t leave too many please,” you whined, thinking of how you would see your friends later.

she carelessly continued to leave her marks, only lifting her head to say, “what, you don’t want your friends knowing you got fucked by your roommate?” she took amusement in her own words, smiling as she went in to kiss you on the lips. the pool between your legs was undeniably getting stronger, and kate was not making it any easier.

your mind reeled as kate moved on to your chest, tugging at the top of your shirt.

“take this off, babe.”

you followed her orders as fast as you could, the cool air brushing against your now bare chest. kate wasted no time covering your tits with her large hands as she gave them light squeezes. she then resumed leaving her marks.

“you’re so,” kate breathed between hickeys, “fuckin’ beautiful.”

moaning at her words, your pleasure was heightened as her tongue found your hardened nipples and swirled her tongue around it. since kate’s hands were busy around your chest, you tried to sneak a hand down to your puffy clit to relieve some pressure. with one hand tangled in her blonde hair, your other hand attempted to remove your soaked panties from under your skirt. the attempt was cut short as kate swatted your hand away.

“you want it real bad, hm? fine.”

“kate, i need you so bad, please just do it,” you begged. at this point, you realized much of your dignity was out the window, and you didn’t care. kate moved off of you and sat on her knees, her hand stalling at the zipper on your skirt.

“tell me what you want,” kate said, keeping her eyes on you and slowly unzipping your skirt.

“want you to fuck me,” you whimpered out.

“there you go, that’s all you had to say,” she said cockily, beginning to remove your skirt. you were left sprawled out in just your panties as kate got on her stomach right in front of your pussy. her hands pried your thighs apart, pushing them back as far as possible. she noticed the large wet spot on your panties and bit her lip before going in to place a kiss upon your clothed cunt.

“you’re such an asshole,” you whined, clawing at the sheets.

kate let out a short chuckle at your whining, her eyes fixed on the view in front of her. her hand was grasping your upper thigh with her thumb close enough to graze your clit.

“am i?” kate’s words echoed in your head and were quickly forgotten as she used one hand to rub slow circles on your clit, and one hand to tease your sopping entrance. her middle two fingers pushed your panties to the side and slowly made their way in. kate’s long fingers filled you up, making you arch your back off the bed immediately. you moaned her name like a prayer as she gradually picked up the pace on both your clit and her fingers.

“so perfect,” kate mumbled, enamored at your bare body. her words mixed with her pace was almost enough to make you finish right there.

“kate i-i’m gonna-“ you cried, eyes screwed shut at the feeling. at the sound of your loud moan, kate withdrew her fingers and the sensation stopped all at once. she noticed your confused pout and worked quickly to bring your legs back together, tearing off your wet panties.

“‘m sorry, babe, your makeup might not hold up,” kate teased, and brought her head down to your pussy. connecting her lips to your core, you cried at the unrestricted feeling of her tongue lapping directly around your puffy clit. she began with a sole focus on licking back and forth, bobbing her head with each movement.

the knot in your stomach was coming closer and closer to being undone, but you held it as kate continued to suck. your hands were caught up in her messy hair, pushing your hips into her face. kate’s prominent nose rubbed against your sensitive clit, only heightening the arousal. your shaking legs began to involuntarily close around her head, which made her go harder.

finally, she entered her fingers into your warm cunt once again. her tongue mixed with her long fingers began to overwhelm you, and you realized she was probably right about your makeup. kate’s fingers quickly reached a merciless pace and hit your g spot every time. you threw your head back, the tears beginning to form at the corners of your eyes. every exhale from your mouth was a moan, and you were nearly unable to form any other coherent sound. kate noticed your face twisted in an expression of pleasure and struggle, with tears beginning to fall.

“you’re taking me so good, pretty girl,” kate cooed against your pussy, “just let it out.”

with kate’s permission, you came around her fingers as the orgasm rippled through your body. your legs shook and you gripped at the sheets, arching your back while kate rode you out of your high. you were still tiredly moaning as kate removed her lips from your spent pussy, and withdrew her fingers.

sitting up again, kate softly wiped away your tears. both of you were breathing heavily and recovering from the intense moments.

“you doing ok?” kate wanted to make sure, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

you nodded, going in to gently kiss kate. it was a shorter kiss, and she moved from your lips to pepper kisses along the rest of your face. lying back onto her pillow, you caught your breath as she retrieved your clothes. recognizing you as her pillow princess, she put your clothes back on for you before joining you in lying down.

you cuddled close to her and you caught your reflection in the mirror across the room. covering your hand in embarrassment, you saw your fucked out face, mascara smeared around your eyes and lipstick nowhere to be seen. you playfully hit kate and you both began to laugh.

“i told you,” kate giggled.

“you have to go out with me now, by the way.”

[mlmshark]

One gripe I have with the tma fandom is that they will not stop sexualizing Jon aka the ONE asexual character and then be like “Well asexuality is a spectrum! Asexual people can have sex!” Which yeah, true, but they say Jon doesn’t period. Literally the direct quote is like “Oh yeah Jon doesn’t at all.” AT ALL. Now stop writing/drawing that man having sex so fucking much

[janus-cadet]

Happy Pride Month, Part 2!

Here is a second line up, with some characters you guys asked for!

[katemoneymartinsgf]

hi hi this might be asking a lot, but I can’t seem to find any other ones can you write a pazzi fic where they’re just friends with benefits and one of them can’t communicate properly and they break up and they both get different partners, but they’re jealous

Friends With Benefits |pazzi|

a/n: hey so sorry i disappeared, im currently in the process of switching from swim polo and dive to basketball and i could kms. Sorry this is rushed . Writing more tonight. Thank you sm for all the love.

-

It wasn’t a plan.

No one sat down and said this is what we are — there were no rules, no boundaries, no timeline. Just two people who spent a lot of time together. Who laughed a little too hard at each other’s jokes. Who sometimes lingered after practice, eyes locked a little too long across the gym.

And eventually, a night where Azzi leaned against her doorframe in a hoodie and shorts, and Paige stepped into her apartment like she belonged there.

That was the first time.

No big moment. No strings.

And maybe that’s what made it easy.

At first.

—

They never talked about it. Not the first time, or the second, or the seventh. Azzi would text Paige after lift, a simple you up? or bring snacks. Paige would show up. Hoodie, slides, her usual crooked grin. They’d mess around, sometimes fall asleep tangled up, other times not.

It was light. Familiar. Comfortable in a way that made too much sense.

“We’re just chillin’,” Paige told KK once, when she caught the way she looked at them in the film room.

Azzi told Ice the same thing the next week.

No one really bought it.

But no one pushed, either.

—

They were careful, in their own way.

No kissing in public.
No holding hands.
No overnight texts unless they were already in the same bed.

And it worked.

Until it didn’t.

—

It wasn’t just about the physical part. That came easy. Too easy. Paige knew exactly how Azzi liked her coffee in the morning. Azzi always remembered to steal extra protein bars for Paige after away games. They had inside jokes. Routines. Favorites.

But they never let it be anything more.

Not out loud.

Not where it counted.

—

It started to shift in ways neither of them said anything about.

Paige noticed that Azzi never posted pictures of her. Not even a blurry background cameo on her story. She knew Azzi was private, but still. It stuck with her.

Azzi noticed someone comment “miss u” on Paige’s most recent Instagram post. She’d liked it without thinking. It made Azzi’s chest tight in a way she didn’t have words for.

But neither of them brought it up.

They kept pretending.

Kept moving.

—

It unraveled slowly.

That’s what made it worse — the fact that there wasn’t a single fight or blow-up, just a gradual slipping. A quiet growing apart. Like missing each other in their own shared space.

Paige noticed it first in the way Azzi didn’t reach for her hand anymore after. How she didn’t lean in to kiss her shoulder in the dark like she used to. How the silence started stretching longer between conversations.

Azzi felt it too. Paige stopped staying as long. She’d pull on her hoodie faster. Mumbling “gotta get up early tomorrow”even when they both knew she didn’t.

Still, they kept coming back. Kept showing up. Kept telling themselves it wasn’t serious, so it couldn’t really hurt.

But it did.

—

The last time it happens, Paige stays late at practice. Azzi’s already home when she shows up. There’s a movie playing, something Paige picked without asking.

Azzi’s quiet the whole night. Her laugh is soft, but her eyes don’t match it.

They hook up.

It’s slower than usual. Not out of passion, but something heavier — like they’re both holding on too tightly to something already slipping away.

After, Paige lies beside her, fingers brushing Azzi’s bare waist. Azzi doesn’t move closer. She just stares at the ceiling.

“You good?” Paige asks softly, her voice barely above the hum of the TV still playing in the background.

Azzi nods.

“Yeah,” she says.

But she doesn’t mean it.

And Paige knows it.

She leaves before sunrise.

Azzi wakes up alone.

She doesn’t text.

Paige doesn’t call.

And neither of them says goodbye.

—

Two weeks later, Paige sees her at a team hangout — sitting across the room, head tilted toward a girl Paige’s never seen before, someone new, someone with long braids and easy laughter and hands that rest a little too comfortably on Azzi’s knee.

Paige doesn’t say a word.

Just watches from across the room.

Later, when someone asks if she’s okay, she shrugs. “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

—

A week after that, Paige brings someone to the team dinner.

She’s tall. Pretty. A bit too loud. Laughs at all of Paige’s dumb jokes.

Azzi watches from her spot at the end of the table. Doesn’t say much. Smiles when people talk to her. Pretends she’s fine.

KK clocks it immediately. Leans over to Ice and mutters, “They’re gonna explode.”

No one disagrees.

—

But for now, they keep pretending.

They’re not in love.
They’re not jealous.
They’re just chillin’.

Even if it’s killing them.

Paige sees them together for the first time in a real way at that charity event the team’s forced to attend.

Black outfits. Media passes. High ceilings and polite claps. Azzi shows up with the same girl from the team hangout — her name’s Jada, apparently. She works with the athletic department, helps with NIL deals. She's all smiles and polished charm and the kind of presence that makes you notice when she walks into a room.

She has her arm around Azzi’s waist the whole night.

Paige tries not to care.

She’s brought someone too. Tia — volleyball player, grad student, pretty and warm and not from this world. She says all the right things. Laughs at all the right moments.

But Paige can’t stop watching Azzi.

Even when she looks away.

Especially when she catches Azzi looking back.

—

“Y’all okay?” KK asks, bumping Paige’s hip as they wait in line for something unnecessarily overpriced.

Paige sips her drink and shrugs. “What do you mean?”

KK lifts a brow. “You haven’t blinked since we got here.”

Paige forces a laugh. “I’m chill.”

KK hums. “Sure.”

Paige doesn’t say anything else. Just stares down into her cup like it holds some kind of answer.

—

Later, Azzi walks by her in the hall near the photo booth setup.

They don’t say anything at first.

Just a glance. A breath.

Then Azzi, stopping: “You clean up nice.”

Paige lifts a shoulder. “Tried to match your energy.”

Azzi’s smile is tight. “You did.”

There’s a pause. Not awkward, just heavy.

Azzi’s voice drops slightly. “She’s pretty.”

Paige nods. “So is Jada.”

Another pause.

“You look happy,” Paige says.

Azzi’s gaze doesn’t move. “Do I?”

“You want me to say no?”

“I want you to tell the truth.”

Paige swallows.

Azzi’s the one to walk away this time.

—

That night, Paige gets in bed with Tia and feels everything too sharply. The way her sheets feel colder than usual. The way Tia kisses her like it’s easy. The way she doesn���t flinch when Paige rolls to the edge of the bed to avoid too much contact.

Tia doesn’t notice.

Or maybe she does.

And pretends she doesn’t.

Just like Paige.

—

Azzi doesn’t last much longer either.

Two weeks into “official” with Jada, they go out to a small team dinner. The music is loud, everyone’s talking over each other, and Azzi is smiling so hard her cheeks start to hurt.

She doesn’t see Paige come in until Jada’s hand finds her lower back and Paige’s voice cuts through it all with a quiet, “Hey.”

Azzi turns.

Paige’s hair is pulled back. She’s in a cropped hoodie and jeans. She looks… good.

Too good.

Azzi clears her throat. “Didn’t know you were coming.”

Paige shrugs. “Wasn’t going to. KK dragged me.”

They stand there too long, just looking.

Jada slides her hand back into Azzi’s. It feels wrong the second it happens.

Paige nods toward it. “You two seem good.”

Azzi answers too fast. “Yeah.”

Paige gives a tight smile. “Cool.”

Azzi doesn’t say anything.

Doesn’t correct herself.

Even though she kind of wants to.

—

That night, Jada asks if she’s okay. Says she feels Azzi slipping.

Azzi lies.

Says she’s just tired.

Then she spends the next hour staring at a picture Paige posted on her story — a blurry shot of a Gatorade bottle and her socks on the couch.

And the background.

The edge of her old hoodie on the coffee table.

The one Paige never gave back.

—

They don’t text.

But both of them are reading into everything.

One teammate’s like, “You and Paige cool?”

Azzi says yeah.

Another asks Paige what happened with Azzi.

Paige says, “Nothing.”

Nothing.

Like that word doesn’t mean everything.

Paige’s phone buzzes twice on her nightstand. Then a third time, harder. She doesn’t even look at it.

Her date — the one she’s been “sort of” seeing, the one with the playlists and the folded sweatshirt Paige never asked to keep — is sitting on the edge of her bed, arms crossed, eyes sharp.

“I’m not stupid,” she says.

Paige finally looks up.

“I didn’t say you were.”

“You think I don’t notice the way you freeze when she walks in? How your voice drops when you talk about her?”

Paige stays quiet.

“She’s still in here,” the girl says, pressing her palm to her own chest. “And you know it.”

Paige swallows hard.

“I can’t compete with someone you never got over,” she says, and this time it’s not angry — it’s just sad.

And that’s worse.

Paige doesn’t argue.

Because she’s right.

They don’t talk again after that.

—

Azzi’s comes undone just as quietly.

It’s after practice. Jada’s waiting outside, in her car like always, hair tied up, sunglasses on.

Azzi climbs in, tosses her bag into the back.

Jada doesn’t say hi.

“Where were you last night?”

Azzi doesn’t answer.

“You said you’d come over.”

Azzi shifts in her seat. “I forgot.”

“No, you didn’t.”

Azzi looks at her.

Jada’s jaw clenches. “It’s her, isn’t it?”

There’s no use denying it.

Azzi nods. Just once.

And the silence that follows is louder than anything she could’ve said.

—

Neither of them talks to the team about it. But the team knows.

Sarah watches Paige drop 26 in scrimmage, then walk out without talking to anyone.

KK catches Azzi staring at the bleachers like someone’s supposed to be there.

Even Ice, who usually keeps to her own lane, looks between them one day and mutters to herself, “Just kiss already or go cry in a parking lot.”

—

The breaking point doesn’t come big.

It happens at a team dinner. Nothing special. Someone brought cookies. Everyone’s loud and joking.

Paige is quiet.

Azzi walks in late. Eyes find Paige without even trying.

And it’s KK who finally breaks.

“I swear to God,” she says, standing up mid-story. “If I have to watch y’all look at each other from across the room one more time like this is some CW drama—”

Paige blinks.

Azzi blinks.

KK points between them. “Go outside. Figure it out. Lock yourselves in a room. I don’t care.”

Sarah claps once. “I’ve been WAITING.”

Even Ice nods. “Clocked it months ago.”

Azzi opens her mouth to argue.

Paige doesn’t.

She just stands up.

“Come on,” she says quietly.

And Azzi follows.

—

They end up outside on the porch. The night is cool. The air feels thick.

Neither of them speaks at first.

Then Paige turns around, arms folded over her chest.

“You said I was still yours.”

Azzi nods. “I meant it.”

“You don’t get to say that.”

“I know.”

They stare.

“I tried to move on,” Paige says. “Really tried.”

“So did I.”

“Why didn’t it work?”

Azzi’s voice is soft. “Because I still wanted you.”

Paige exhales hard.

“I didn’t know how to ask for more,” Azzi adds. “I thought if I did, I’d lose you completely.”

“You lost me anyway.”

“I know.”

“And I didn’t fight for you either,” Paige says, the words like gravel. “I just… let it happen.”

Azzi steps closer. “We both did.”

The porch is quiet.

Azzi’s voice cracks. “But I never stopped.”

Paige looks at her.

“Loving you,” Azzi clarifies, eyes shining. “Even when I wasn’t allowed to say it.”

Paige’s heart stumbles.

“You still love me?” she asks, barely audible.

Azzi nods.

Paige steps forward. Closer. Inches away now.

“I never stopped either,” she whispers.

And that’s it.

That’s everything.

The first kiss back is gentle. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just full of everything they’ve been too scared to say.

They stay there like that. Foreheads together. Hands clasped at the middle. Breathing like it’s the only way to hold steady.

When they walk back in, nobody says a word.

But everyone knows.

Because sometimes love doesn’t have to be clean.

It just has to come back.

[girlokwhatever]

I would LOVE a makeout sesh with Kate! either hcs or a little smut fic either works 🤪

kate martin x fem!reader making out hcs

✧˖°༉‧₊˚.☁︎𐦍༘⋆‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ kate martin making out with her gf,,

— there is no such thing as space when you and kate are making out

- she holds you so close it’s actually insane

— she’s so whiny and needy for you

— hands are gripping your thighs, kneading them and keeping them pressed against her body

— lowkey kinda sloppy but she can’t help it

- like she’s so obsessed with you

— loves to french kiss the hell out of you

- constant battle for dominance

— will make out with you absolutely anywhere in your apartment

— she’s so out of breath but she’s not a quitter

— if you pull away she’s immediately kissing somewhere else

- neck, jaw, shoulder, collarbone you name it

- will give you an insane amount of hickeys on accident

— the make out sessions start as soon as you put on her favorite chapstick

— can never make out in one position for too long

- will go from sitting down to flipping you on your back

— ESPECIALLY LOVESSS when you straddle her during make outs

- will help you grind on her lowkey

— it always starts out fast and passionate but ends up so slow and languid cause yall have been at it for so long LOL

— refuses to answer the phone during a make out sesh

- “kate, your phone is ringing”

- “it’s fine, just c’mere.”

— if her hands aren’t on your thighs they’re probably up your shirt ngl

— it’s her fav pre-game pastime!!

— will literally beg to take your clothes off cause she just wants to be close

— likes when you tug on her hair

- especially if it’s in a ponytail

— she literally wants to make out at least once a day

- “no kate, i just finished my makeup.”

- “please?”

- “…fine.”

— sometimes she does ask but most of the time is just happens naturally

— loves loves loves her early morning make out sessions with you

— makes jokes about how easily she takes your breath away

- literally only because she won’t let you pull away

— walking around with your lipstick all over her mouth afterwards 🤭

— will start off by giving you little pecks or kissing your neck to get your attention

— sometimes gets your foundation on her nose too LOL

— it’s like tradition now honestly

— “babe, wear that strawberry chapstick today, it’s my favorite.”

- “i thought the lemon was your favorite?”

- “i just said that so you’d kiss me.”

✧˖°༉‧₊˚.☁︎𐦍༘🪐⋆‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

kate and reader are my fav cutie pies tbh

[ur-sick-and-married]

BABY FEVER

(Kate Martin x reader)

TW: Mentions of IVF.

Summary: Your girlfriend Kate has baby fever…

Author’s note: Kate is a golden retriever girlfriend and I will not be convinced otherwise.

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Since the Las Vegas Aces season was over, you could spend so much more time with Kate, your girlfriend. After a week of alone time with her, that you spent reconnecting, you two visited her sister. Which meant you got to see her nephew.

At the end of your first full day with the little family, Kate was quiet as you two made up the bed in the guest room.

“Kate?” You said, watching her.

“Hm?” She finally looked up.

“What’s up, babe?” You asked softly.

“Nothing’s up.” She shrugged, lying. “Why?”

“You’re being all weird and quiet…” You commented.

She sat on her side of the bed, and you sat beside her.

“I want one…” She whispered, looking at her lap.

“What?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“I want a baby.” She said softly. “With you.”

You couldn’t decide whether you wanted to laugh or cry.

“Kate…” You smiled a little.

“I don’t know what’s happening.” She was genuinely surprised. “I just look at that little baby and I want one.”

“It’s only your first year in the WNBA…” You whispered.

“I know, I know,” She groaned.

“Babe…” You grinned, watching her flop back on the bed. “I think you have baby fever.”

“I do.” Kate agreed. “I’m very sick with it.”

You laid beside her, your head on her chest. You couldn’t help but find this amusing, yet endearing.

“You haven’t even popped the question…” You teased.

“Oh, please,” She scoffed. “We’re basically married.”

“You know us having a baby would be difficult, right?” You whispered.

You knew your only option if you wanted a baby that was truly, biologically yours was IVF. And you knew how scary and long the process was.

Kate nodded, silent again.

It was quiet, then she spoke very softly, “But I’d do all that. I’d do whatever. I just want a little baby…I could teach them about basketball. You could come to my games with the kid. Everyone would love you. Well, they already do, but you know what I mean.”

You felt tears in your eyes now. Having a child with Kate was your dream.

“Oh, God, don’t cry!” Kate yelped, pulling you close and holding you tightly.

“I’m not crying.” You mumbled into her chest. “You’re…so cute.”

“You’d be so cute with a little bump…” She lightly touched your stomach.

You let her wipe your eyes.

“Listen, Kate,” You whispered. “We’re gonna have a kid one day. But that’s other stuff that has to happen first. So until we have our own baby, we can just babysit all the damn time.”

She thought for a moment, then sighed, “Deal.”

“Deal? Really? That’s what you say?” You groaned.

“What else do you want me to say?” She laughed, grinning.

You laughed too.

[kipzkitsch]

Dammit Martin, where the hell are we?!?!

For Day 9: AU

@jonmartinweek

[demie90s]

I would love a Kate Martin X hoe!reader where Kate is a WNBA star but is a very simple and low profile person who finds herself feeling excited every time she meets the famous influencer/model who has no filter and a strong personality, who is also a huge basketball fan and is very excited to meet the players of the new team in her hometown

Kate Martin x ꜰᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Quiet Meets Chaos

MASTERLIST | MORE

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:Kate Martin is the WNBA’s soft-spoken sweetheart—talented, calm, and loyal to her routines. You’re the city’s most unfiltered “It Girl”.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ:Opposites attract, slow burn, sports x celebrity crossover, chaotic romance

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:Strong language, you are hot and shameless, suggestive teasing, public flirting, Kate blushing nonstop, tension tension tension

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ~0.8k

ᴠɪʙᴇ: Kate: soft, low-key, humble, Midwest sweetheart Glossed up, legs out, center of attention, not afraid to say “you’re fine as hell” on live TV

I wasn’t planning to stay long. It was just another promo event. Cameras, cocktails, people trying too hard in pantsuits. I was supposed to show face, take a few pictures, and disappear before someone tried to “collab.” I had a real tight window between being charming and being over it.

And then I saw her.

Kate Martin.

In black jeans, simple sneakers, plain ass white tee. No lashes. No gloss. Hair pulled back like she wasn’t the finest woman in the room. And somehow, somehow, that made it worse. I spotted her and immediately forgot what my job was.

“You good?” my manager whispered.

“No,” I whispered back, already walking.

She was tucked off in the corner with a couple teammates, sipping water like it was wine and minding her business. She looked peaceful. I was about to ruin all that.

I didn’t introduce myself. I just leaned on her table, gave her a slow once-over, and said, “You ever been in a scandal before?”

She choked on her sip. “Excuse me?”

“You look like you need one.” I smiled, full lips, no filter. “I volunteer.”

Her ears turned pink instantly. She blinked—once, twice—trying to place me. I could tell she was the type that didn’t follow influencers. Too grounded. But she knew I wasn’t normal. You could see it in her posture. The shift. The slight inhale.

“I—uh… you’re—”

“Exactly,” I said. “And you’re Kate Martin. I’ve seen the way you post. Two basketball pics, one dog, no thirst traps. Criminal behavior.”

She laughed. Nervous. But her eyes stayed locked on me.

“I didn’t think you’d be a basketball fan,” she said softly.

“Oh, I’m not a fan of the game,” I grinned, tilting my head. “I’m a fan of thighs, sneakers, and women who dribble. And baby—you do all three.”

Her jaw dropped. Just slightly.

“You’re really…” she started, gesturing vaguely at me. “You’re just gonna say stuff like that?”

“Yes.”

I didn’t hesitate. Didn’t blink. Just leaned in until she could smell my perfume.

“I don’t do slow,” I murmured. “If I want something, I go for it. And right now, I want you flustered enough to mess up your media answers.”

She laughed, biting her lip. “It’s working.”

“Good.” I touched her wrist. “Now give me your number before I climb in your lap and make it a problem.”

Kate stared at me—wide-eyed, blushing, stunned. Then reached for her phone.

She was fumbling. Fumbling.

And I was living.

———-

I don’t play games.

I watch them—when the view is fine enough.

So when Kate texted me her game schedule, I didn’t wait. I picked the one with the most cameras. The most fans. The most chaos potential.

She texted me that morning:

“If you’re coming today… don’t be a distraction.”

I left her on read.

Because baby, I am the distraction.

⸻

I walked into that arena in thigh-high boots, a cropped designer jersey with her number, and shorts so tiny they should’ve come with a warning label. Hair slick. Gloss heavy. Every step was a statement.

The minute I entered, I felt it. Eyes. Whispers. Phones out. I was used to it, but today it hit different. Because Kate was on that court. And she didn’t see me yet.

Until she did.

Warmups. She was mid-convo with a teammate when she turned and froze. Just froze. Basketball in hand. Hands on her hips. Eyes scanning me like I had no business existing.

I gave her a wave. Slow. Sultry.

Then I put the cherry on top:

Blew her a kiss and mouthed, “Play for me.”

She missed her next pass.

Literally turned the ball over in warmups.

I smiled and took my seat.

Front row. Behind the bench. Of course.

⸻

I spent the whole game on demon time.

Every time she came to sit, I leaned forward a little more. Legs crossed slow. Chin in my hand. I clapped for her rebounds. I winked during her free throws. One time she looked back at the bench and caught me licking whipped cream off my finger from my overpriced courtside sundae.

She shook her head.

Still smiling.

⸻

Fourth quarter. She’s killing it. Locked in. But I knew she was holding on by a thread.

So I waited. Waited ‘til she hit a three.

Then I stood up—stood—clapped slow, and yelled out, “THAT’S MY GIRL.”

The whole arena turned.

Kate stared. Like her soul left her body for a second. Her teammates were grinning. The coach side-eyed the bench. One player whispered, “Oh that’s the one?” and everyone started laughing.

She looked at me. Bit her lip. Then nodded once.

⸻

After the game, she texted me:

“You’re terrible.”

I replied:

“Good to know. Let me in the locker room and I’ll prove it.”

————/

They won.

Of course they did. My girl dropped 19 and looked like a problem doing it.

So when she texted me “Come celebrate,” I was already halfway into the tightest dress I owned. Gold. Backless. Thigh-split. Just enough fabric to call it clothing and just enough leg to ruin someone’s night. Hair slicked. Earrings heavy. Lip gloss disrespectful.

I pulled up to the club like I was the trophy.

⸻

The place was packed—players, press, hometown hype. I walked in like I’d done it a hundred times, waving to fans, posing for a few photos. People shouted my name before I even got to the VIP section. All that attention?

Not my focus.

Because I saw her near the bar.

Kate. Hoodie half-zipped. Big smile. Still glowing from the win.

She was talking to some teammate when she looked up and froze again.

Just like warmups.

That moment her eyes dragged down my body?

I knew I’d won, too.

⸻

I made my way over, hips swaying, eyes locked on her.

“You didn’t tell me it was a family-friendly event,” I said, leaning into her ear. “You should’ve warned me so I could wear something less slutty.”

She coughed. Laughed. “You’re not real.”

“You’re not complaining.”

“No,” she murmured. “I’m not.”

She reached out, fingers grazing the small of my back. Just once. Just enough.

⸻

Players kept coming up to say hi—shouting my @ like we’d been mutuals for years.

“I follow you!”

“Wait, YOU’RE the girl from warmups??”

“Oh my God, can I get a pic—Kate, how did you pull her?”

Kate just smiled. Shrugged. Eyes on me like I was gravity. And I? I was soaking it up.

⸻

Later, after two drinks and three dances, I sat on Kate’s lap right in the booth. No warning.

“You okay?” I whispered, arm around her neck.

“Define okay,” she said, palm flat against my bare thigh. “Because you’ve had me flustered for forty-eight straight hours and now you’re on my lap in gold like you’re trying to make ESPN for a different reason.”

I laughed, lips brushing her cheek. “Is that a complaint, Martin?”

“No,” she breathed. “That’s a problem.”

[taurasiluvr]

how you can help palestine

★ req. "I NEED size kink kate smut pls and thank you 🫶🫶"

 ⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. fingering + oral (r. receiving), sweet soft sex, kate praising you 80% of this fic. just think of the sweetest smut fic imaginable.

 ⠀ ── ⠀rylin's notes ;; can't imagine kate as a hard-dom genuinely she seems like she talks you through everything, she is the ultimate praiser. also i did get a bit carried away and slightly lost the size kink element somewhere toward the end but it's definitely there in the beginning, nonetheless - i hope you guys enjoy!

 ⠀ ── ⠀word count ;; 955

kate slid her hand on to your naked stomach, her hand practically covering the entirety of it. her breath catching in her throat as her eyes took in how small your entire body just in comparison to her hand.

kate's eyes darkened with a mix of awe and something deeper, more primal. she gently caressed your soft skin, her fingers tracing delicate patterns that sent shivers down your spine.

"god, you're so perfect," she murmured, almost to herself. there was a reverence in her voice, as if she were in the mere presence of something precious and fragile.

you bit your lip, feeling a mix of vulnerability and excitement under her intense gaze. "kate..."

she looked up, meeting your eyes with a soft, yet intense expression. "can't help it. the way you fit against me, the way my hand covers so much of you... it drives me crazy."

she leaned in to begin peppering kisses all over your collarbone and neck, eliciting soft whimpers from your mouth. the sensation of kate's lips on your skin sent a cascade of shivers through your body. her kisses were soft and deliberate, as you clung to her, your fingers tangling in her hair as she continued her affectionate assault on your neck and collarbone.

"kate..." you breathed out, your voice barely a whisper.

she pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, her eyes dark with intensity. "love how you respond to me," she murmured, her voice husky. "every little sound, every little shiver... it makes me go crazy."

her hand continued to explore your body, moving from your stomach to your waist, her touch firm yet gentle. she guided you to lie back, her body hovering over yours, creating a cocoon of warmth and security around you.

"you have no idea what you do to me," kate whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. "how perfect you are to me."

you felt a rush of emotion at her words, your heart swelling with love. you reached up, cupping her face in your hands and pulling her down for a deep, passionate kiss. her lips moved against yours with a fervor that matched your own, both of you lost in the overwhelming connection you shared.

kate's hand slowly began sliding down your waist to your thighs, slowly spreading them open. you let out a sigh in the kiss, your head fall back as her lips began dropping down to your jaw.

her kisses continued their descent, finding sensitive spots along your neck and collarbone, each one eliciting soft moans from your lips. "baby..." you breathed out, your voice trembling with need.

kate paused for a moment, her eyes meeting yours, filled with an intense mix of adoration and desire. "you're everything to me," she whispered, her voice husky. "wanna make you feel as amazing as you make me feel."

with that, her lips resumed their journey, moving lower and lower, while her hand caressed your thigh, sending waves of pleasure through your body. every touch, every kiss was an expression of her love, making you feel cherished and desired in a way that words could never fully convey.

kate found her way in between your legs, spreading them further apart until you were completely at her mercy. she leaned in, pressing a kiss to your clothed pussy before she took it off slowly, discarding on the bed somewhere.

"so pretty," she mumbled as she began pressing kisses all over your thighs. you let out a soft moan, your hands tangling in the sheets as you tried to ground yourself against the overwhelming sensations.

kate's hands caressed your legs, her touch firm and reassuring, a perfect counterbalance to the gentle kisses she placed on your skin.

"oh fuck..." you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation and need.

she paused, her eyes meeting yours, a smile playing on her lips. "love seeing you like this," she murmured. "completely undone, just for me."

with that, she resumed her ministrations, her lips moving closer and closer to your most sensitive area. the anticipation was almost too much to bear, your body aching for her touch. when her lips finally met your soaking core, a cry of pleasure escaped your lips, your back arching off the bed.

kate's movements were slow and deliberate, her tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to draw out every ounce of pleasure. you were lost in the sensation, your hands reaching down to tangle in her hair, holding her close as she brought you to the brink of ecstasy.

kate slipped in a finger into your soaking pussy, causing another sweet moan to leave your lips. that encouraged her further as she closed her eyes so she could really soak in everything about you. she'd done this many of times but every time felt even more special than the last.

she curled her finger inside of you as her tongue began circling your clit, your back arching off the bed. every touch, every kiss was an expression of her love, making you feel cherished and desired in a way that words could never fully convey.

and with a final, exquisite movement, she sent you over the edge, your body writhing in pleasure as you cried out her name. kate held you through it all, her touch grounding you, her kisses gentle and soothing.

as the intensity of the moment began to fade, she moved up to lie beside you, pulling you into her arms. you nestled against her, feeling completely at peace, your heart full of love for the incredible woman beside you.

"i love you," she whispered, her lips brushing against your forehead.

"i love you too," you replied, your voice filled with sincerity and contentment.

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[amesul]

(BLURB) k. martin

► sum. just a blurb of ur girlfriend eating you out/edging you

wc. 405.

warnings. eating out, kinky, dirty talk, overstim, warnings you see in every smut fic

an. first kate blurb… which means im a new kate writer! ive been having that crave to write fics about k because shes so fine and hella underrated still, also beware of how nasty this might be??? just enjoy while ur reading ^^

(practicing my smut skills too)

•••

was it the fact that you couldn’t even gasp? or was it the wet tongue cramming across your entrance that made you feel like you couldn’t gasp?

you couldn’t decide, not when when kate hummed a small, “you taste so..” muffled and faded as she ate you opened, in a reverie and determination to keep you crying her name.

she had you messy.

tears found their path to the bed you found trouble laying on now, the hostile thrusting into your sweet g spot had you arching into her touch.

“roll those hips perfect for me sweetheart,” she murmured, her nose pecking ur clit due to ur tremor motions, “just like that.”

her sexy tone didn’t help your attempt to calm down, only moaning out a cry as you clutch the dirty blonde hair buried in between your sweaty thighs, earning a sigh from kate as she messaged your hips softly; unlike her tongue ramming into you.

it was embarrassing how soaked you were, each time kate slurped you like a slushy, both of you could hear the sound of your juices getting swollen from kate like fresh water.

that was until she lifted you up, laying on her back as she desperately pulled you over to her neck, and then her face.

“fuck!” you moaned, kate already tugging at your spongy clit in a hurried manner. her nails rubbing against your ass in circles slowly, pulling you the slightest closer towards her.

she hummed, twisting her tongue inside you, tilting her head subtly with every inch of audacity to make her pussy beg to cum.

your hands found free sitting on the headboard, trying to keep your back straightened just when kate’s thumb abraded promptly against ur nerving clit, causing you to try to pull away from the torture

but you knew a simple push wasn’t enough.

you knew too well when her grip taunted, a low growl perceiving as she provoked more force into the small, very small and fast circles running around ur bud.

“the fuck you doin’?” kate chuckled, subtly shaking her head in disappointment, “kate! too m-much” you cried out, eyes rolling back as she just hummed, her tongue making sweet contact with your g spot brutally. you were ready to let everything go.

til you felt a hault.

“cmon, ride me now” kate insisted hot against ur core, kissing it politely before backing you down to her lap.

an. any tips would be appreciated!!!