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Little Bit

Georgia Amoore x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: georgia keeps coming back to you.

a/n: georgia said she liked this song and i coincidentally like this song too (actually lol) so here we are 🥰

Little Bit - Lykke Li

warnings: NOT PROOFREAD, mentions of a slight injury, the usual swearing, reader and georgia are exes and ended on bad terms, the bad terms being that georgia never had enough time for r, no cheating here dw!!!! despite the rumors… sigh, girl idek if this would work, UMMM WE GET FREAKY, making out, mentions of sex… yeah…, lmk if i missed anything!!!

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“Hello? Who is it?”

It’s dark. It’s 10:54pm. You have to rub some of the sleep from your eyes.

Whoever is knocking at the door is panicked. You can hear it in the way they knock- they’re nervous, maybe. Something is wrong. They knock too fast, too hard. Not like they’re in a hurry, but more so like they wish the door wasn’t there in the first place.

“Can I come in?”

Fuck.

You know that voice, even if it’s through a door.

“Georgia,” you sigh, hand on the doorknob, not quite opening it yet. You can hear her let out a small sound that’s a cross between a begging plea and a scoff, then the shuffling of feet.

“Please, Y/N.”

You loved her for so long. You still love her. Maybe some part of you will always love her, and you’ll just have to grow around the mark she made.

You open the door just wide enough for the chain lock to be pulled taut, finally laying eyes on her- she looks like a shell of herself.

“Georgia?” You ask, your brows furrowing, eyes wide in shock.

“Y/N,” she says your voice so sweetly. “Can I please come in?”

You look around her, but she’s in the empty hallway of your apartment building. There’s no one there. You don’t know how she got here, you don’t know what happened- but you know she came here. She came to you.

“I just really need you right now,” she says, and your heart breaks at the sound of tears in her voice, and suddenly you can see them shining so brightly in her eyes like stars.

You probably shouldn’t let your ex in. Especially not when she’s in such a vulnerable state like this, and you’ve been thinking about her more often then you care to admit…

“What happened?” You finally ask, voice small. She stays silent. “Did it- a game? Did something happen at a game?”

Your eyes suddenly widen and you tug on the door, forgetting the chain is there- “Are you hurt?”

“No,” she says, wiping something from her eye. “I’m fine. Please, Y/N, I know… okay. I know, but I still need you.”

You stumble over the words.

“W-we’re not da-dating. We’re not dating.”

“I know,” she says, kind of sadly, kind of resigned. “I just need you.”

If she says that sentence to you one more time you might actually break down and love her again. Love her, really, fully. But you can’t do that. The only way you can love her is secretly, in a tender part of your heart she had carved out so lovingly, and eventually left with scars.

And maybe… maybe you can love her in the darkness of your apartment.

You probably shouldn’t do this. But you’ll deal with that guilt later.

“You can always come here,” you whisper, shutting the door softly, almost like she’s a wild, scared animal that will run away at any movement too loud or sudden. You unhook the lock. The chain falls, it hits against the door.

You tighten your hand on the doorknob, about to pull it open- but you don’t have too. The door suddenly slams open, Georgia bursting in through the door like water through a broken dam- because you swear that’s what this night feels like. That’s what every interaction you have with her feels like. A dam- your resolve- breaking, and her rushing in past the broken pieces, taping you up behind her.

She wraps her arms around your waist, just like she used to do, and puts her face into your neck, just like she used to do.

It takes a second for the world to come back into focus, for your body to process the feeling of her skin on yours again, suddenly your hearing comes back and you hear the sounds of soft sobs. Tears are falling down, wetting your skin- but you can’t be bothered.

“Georgia,” you whisper, finally wrapping your arms around her after a moment of shock. “What happened?”

She shakes her head, cries a little harder- and immediately tries to stop herself and choke it back.

“Hey, hey,” you whisper, softly placing your hand into her hair and playing with the thick locks there, like you always used to do. “It’s okay, b- Georgia. It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it. I can just hold you for a while?”

She nods, after a tense second.

“I can do that,” you continue, still whispering. She once told you that she liked your voice.

“Keep talking,” she whispers, her voice thick and scratchy.

“Okay,” you say, letting out a breath.

You feel like a lighthouse letting a ship know where the port is. You feel like Orpheus trying to lead Eurydice out of the underworld with just his voice, trying to lead Georgia back to herself from wherever dark place she is.

“I had McDonald’s for dinner,” you blurt out. “It was really good. It’s Friday, I wanted to treat myself. Um, I had a pretty hard week. Just school wise. I had, like, three tests this week. Studying was rough, but I survived. I was watching the Office before you knocked. It was that one episode where Micheal goes into the woods and tries to survive on his own- I don’t know, it was funny. But Dwight followed him out, and, um, yeah. It was funny. I miss you.”

Her tears have dried by now.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers.

And it’s suddenly so right that you’re standing in front of your doorway, holding her in the faint glow of the TV.

“Don’t be. I’m glad you came here. Would rather you here than the streets,” you laugh, dryly.

“I’m sorry,” she repeats, because you both know she’s not really sorry about coming here, but for some reason- neither of you have the heart to say it.

And you can’t tell her it’s okay. You can’t say it’s fine.

Softly, like she’s made of glass and you’ll break her, you press a kiss to her hairline.

“Come lay down with me?” You try to sound convincing, but it’s a question.

“Yeah,” she mumbles, and your stomach drops back down from where it had jumped to your throat in anticipation.

Your heartbeat increases at the thought of getting to sleep next to her again, knowing you’re about to sleep so good next to her, touching her skin. The TV continues to glow, continues to talk in low voices.

You softly let go of her, hand drifting to hold hers, watching as she wipes her tears.

She doesn’t need you to guide her to your bed. She knows where it is, but you take her there anyways with a hand that’s maybe a little too tight. But her grip is just as tight.

You know she’ll leave before you wake up.

She can’t face you in the light. And that’s fine, because you can’t really face her in the light either.

She squeezes your hand. You squeeze back.

It feels a little bit like you never broke up.

—-

Everything is a giant fucking blur.

It’s so dark in here, all of the lights are turned off, and it feels more like a rave of some sort instead of a random frat party. They have these stupid neon strobe lights going, making green and yellow flash obnoxiously over everything- making it kind of hard to see. Making it kind of hard to keep the contents of your stomach actually inside of your stomach.

You’re supposed to be with your friends, celebrating one of your friend’s friend breaking up with her boyfriend who was apparently cheating on her, and the entire time all you could think about was your breakup with Georgia.

And the weeks before you finally toughed up and broke up with her- the weeks where you never saw her, where she forgot about you.

You head towards the counter strewn with half-empty bottles of liquor and red solo cups. You grab one that’s hopefully unused, mixing yourself up some random concoction that will definitely taste like shit, but you hope that you can’t think about her anymore if you drink too much.

You weren’t stupid, despite what someone may think- watching you spill a perfectly good bottle of vodka over the side of the cup, you really don’t have good hand-eye coordination right now- you’re not stupid. You knew it was going to be hard dating a D-1 athlete, you knew you would come third, and you were completely fine with that.

You didn’t get mad when she came home from practice and simply kissed you on the cheek before collapsing into bed, you honestly found it kind of sweet- because she would drag you into bed with her, beg you to run your fingers through her hair, or massage her aching muscles.

You didn’t get mad when she choose to spend one of her rare free nights with her friends- you were a little jealous in the moment, but the pictures she posted on Instagram with the biggest smile on her face made up for her.

You did get mad when she just stopped coming over, when suddenly your bed was too far, not even the promise of your soothing hands could get her to come back to your place. You did get mad when she didn’t answer you for days. You did get mad when you told her you were feeling a little neglected, and then cancelled last minute on your date she had planned- not for any reason, except to go shoot hoops by herself in an empty gym, drilling herself.

You did get mad when you spent every night alone without her.

You put the bottle back down, lifting the red solo cup and taking a big sip.

No. You can’t do this. You can’t feel like this, not tonight.

You take another sip, and another, until suddenly you’re floating through the dance floor and sticky alcohol is splashed on your front, and you can’t really see straight, and everything is kinda hazy and beautiful.

You find your friends in the crowd, downing the rest of your drink before crushing it in your hand and throwing it somewhere, hands in the air as you dance loudly and unapologetically.

You dance until your feet scream at you, your heels digging into your feet, following your friends through the crowd until you lose them, you can’t see them anymore.

Tears well in your eyes. Your breathing picks up.

“Y/N!” A bright and cheery voice exclaims.

Oh, it’s Liz.

“Liz,” you say, your voice not sounding like your own.

Her face quickly turns to one of concern. She takes in your slightly rucked up outfit, your teary eyes, the sweat pouring down your face.

She puts her hand on your shoulder, leaning down close to your ear so you can hear her.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

Okay, you start to say- but where Liz is, Georgia will be.

“No-”

“Bloody hell, Y/N.”

Your eyes widen at the sight of your ex-girlfriend.

“Nope,” you say, popping the p, laughing a little. “Nope, nope, nope. I need my friends, not you.”

You can tell Georgia is a little hurt by that, but she doesn’t back down. Liz stands kind of awkwardly to the side of you, but you keep yourself pressed against her and as far away from Georgia as you can.

You love her, you’re drunk, and she’s looking really kissable right now.

“Well, I don’t see your friends,” she shoots right back. “Do you?”

Her tone is a little condescending.

“Oh, shut up,” you say in disgust, taking a step forward- in your head, you’re gonna knock into her shoulder and strut past her. Hopefully she’ll even look at your ass as you leave.

Instead, you’re drunk, you don’t have your footing, you’re in godforsaken heels- and you careen forward, right into her waiting arms.

She sighs as she wraps an arm around your shoulder, her other hand immediately going to hold your hip.

She pretends to be annoyed.

You’re not surprised by this act, she was so vulnerable last week when she came over and said she needed you, cried in your arms- and you’re putting on this bratty act because you’re mad at yourself for letting her in.

But in your drunk state, you can feel her skin on yours so vividly, and you can feel the way her fingers slightly curl into you. Greedy. Possessive, almost. You fall into her and you let her take you, and suddenly she’s taken it upon herself to make sure you’re okay all-too easily. 

“Okay. c’mon,” she sighs, like it’s some big inconvenience to her, but she slides her arm around your waist and holds to her so quickly, again so possessively.

And you would be lying if you said you never felt as safe as you do when her arm is around you.

“I’m fine,” you hiss at her, trying to push her off of you- but she doesn’t really want to let go, and neither do you. She simply tightens her grip, and you simply stop fighting.

She brings you to a much quieter, much emptier part of the house, helping you sit on a couch before asking Liz to find you some water- or just anything that wasn’t alcohol.

“How much did you drink?” She asks when she sits down next to you, putting her hand on your back. You sit with your elbows on your knees and your head in your hands, staring at the floor intently.

“A lot,” you mumble.

She laughs softly in response.

“Do you feel okay?”

Her thumb is rubbing back and forth against your back. Fuck, fuck, you lost your friends and now she’s so close and so far, and it’s so dark in this room- you can barely see a few feet in front of you.

It feels so secret- because everywhere else music is blasting. But in here, it’s just your voice and hers.

Tears well in your eyes yet again.

Maybe you should stop drinking. It makes you too goddamn emotional.

You turn to her.

You can’t face her in the light. But here, it’s so dark.

She’s let her hair down tonight. She almost never wears her hair down, so you’re kinda shocked- and you kinda wanna run your fingers through the waves.

“Why’re you here?” You ask, words muddled by alcohol.

She shrugs. “Just for fun.”

“You don’t know how to have fun,” you accuse.

She laughs, scrunches her nose. It’s all kinda condescending, still. Like you’re some little girl who doesn’t really know anything.

“Yeah, I do.”

“You never had any fun with me.”

She looks away.

“So it’s me, then? I’m the problem?”

“You’re not the problem, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes. “Fuck you.”

“Don’t be a brat,” she scolds.

Her? Scolding you?

You narrow your eyes. “Fuck. You. You’re selfish as shit, and I’m glad I broke up with you everyday.”

Saying that feels like you’re coughing up your organs, but whatever.

She smiles, scratching her nose.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

“Whatever,” you echo.

She rolls her eyes. “Fuckin’ brat.”

“You can leave. You know that, right? You don’t have to stay here. I can’t imagine how hard it must be to sit on the same couch as a “brat” like me.”

“I’m not gonna leave.”

You find yourself inching closer to her.

“Scared of the dark or something, Amoore?”

Suddenly her eyes meet yours.

“Oh, no. I know what you’re scared of.”

She leans back against the couch, adjusting her legs, arms out wide along the back of the couch.

“Really?” She laughs. Genuinely laughs, as if the idea of you something knowing personal about her is so unbelievable.

Suddenly, you swing your leg over hers and climb into her lap. You straddle her, hands pressing into her shoulders as she stares at you in shock.

“Y/N,” she says, swallowing- suddenly not so cocky anymore. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You ask, twirling a piece of her hair. “Need to me to talk some more? ‘Cause you love my voice so much, right?”

She puts her hands on your thighs and barely tries to push you off. She could, if she really wanted to. She’s strong. You love her arms.

“I’m really drunk,” you confess, still twirling with a piece of her hair. You can feel her gaze on your pouted lips. “I’m probably not gonna remember this in the morning…”

“Y/N.” It’s a very clear warning, but you push past it. There’s something between your thighs and a burning desire in your stomach.

“Maybe you should show me why I shouldn’t be a brat.”

Her hand moves up from your thigh to cup your waist.

“Fuck, princess.”

“Yeah?” You say, feeling kinda like a giddy schoolgirl at the way she hungrily rakes her eyes up your body, finally landing on your lips. You bite one of them- and the alcohol prevents you from feeling kinda silly, and you can see it on her face. The way she wants you right now.

“Bloody hell,” she whispers, finally leaning forward to place a kiss to your bare chest. She lets her lips linger, and you know you have her right under your thumb- but now it’s not about the power play.

Now it’s about how fucking badly you want her to touch you.

“Touch me,” you say, hoping she doesn’t tease you about the fact you’re practically begging for her, but she seems to want to touch you just as bad. “Touch me, Georgia, please.”

“Shh,” she whispers, before finally pressing her lips to yours.

It feels a little bit like you never broke up.

—-

It’s annoyingly bright. And loud. Your eardrums might burst.

And in all honesty, you never really understood basketball all that well.

You kinda hate this entire thing.

You sigh, leaning back farther into your chair as a buzzer sounds and people cheer- and you straighten up only to realize that it’s just the first quarter.

It’s only been 10 minutes?

Your friends are all super into the game, of course, and it’s not like you don’t like supporting the girls on the team- Liz Kitley, at least, you still consider her to be one of your friends.

Having to watch Georgia completely command the court is probably one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do. The way she’s so completely in her element, her hair tied back and sticking to her forehead and neck with sweat- you find yourself wanting to lick her skin.

You shake your head and groan, trying to physically get the annoyingly horny thoughts out- but, fuck. All you can think about is the last time you saw her.

The way her hands trailed your skin so hungrily, getting lower and lower, and the feeling in your stomach that felt suspiciously like an actual fire coming to a burning climax before slowly coming back down, reassured by her sweet kisses.

The way she held you that night was possessive. She made you feel like hers. The way she kissed you that night was like she had been starved of you for years, and thought about you every second.

Your friend nudges you. “Starin’ real hard.”

“I’m not,” you hiss, but you know you are.

“No, it’s okay,” she laughs. “I support it. You both miss each other.” You roll your eyes, but she doubles down. “You’re both still in love with each other, babe.”

Some odd emotion takes root in your chest. It squeezes.

“I’m not in love with her. I’m just… in like with her.”

“Mhm,” she says with a smile. “Well, we’ll all be here to celebrate when you guys finally admit it.”

“Jane, shut up.”

She nudges you again with a teasing smile. “I saw those suspicious looking bruises on your hips after that one party you both disappeared at… I might even say those suspicious bruises were kinda… Georgia shaped.”

“Shut. Up. Jane.” You narrow your eyes, and she only smiles widely before laughing and turning back to the game.

“Take your time, babe. Take your time.”

From what you understood, this was the Elite Eight game for the Hokies, and it was kind of a big deal. This game was the one that worked best in your and your friends schedules, and the stadium wasn’t exactly that far, so you came to have fun with them. To support your school, and Liz, and watching Georgia sink a few threes was an added guilty pleasure of a bonus.

You continue watching, your eyes staying mostly on #5.

Surprisingly, you aren’t watching when she gets hit.

You’ve actually managed to tear your eyes away from her and focus on the ball- when suddenly your friends gasp.

You look around the court, eyes finally landing on someone in a Hokie jersey laying on their back, face in their hands.

Someone in a red jersey walks past her, revealing a head of hair you know is Georgia’s.

You straighten, practically jumping out of your seat, your leg immediately staring to bounce up and down in anxiety.

“Get up,” you mumble to yourself. “Be okay. Get up. You’re fine, please. Please get up.”

She doesn’t get up. When you see the athletic trainers step onto the court you stand up quickly.

Jane is watching it from next to you, still sitting down, biting her nails- she looks up at you.

“Hey, Y/N, calm down,” she says, grabbing your hand. Squeezing, trying to bring you back to reality.

“Oh, fuck,” you mumble as Jane pulls herself to stand. “They have to help her off? She can’t walk herself? W-where’d she even get hit? I didn’t see, I- I-”

“Y/N.”

Jane grabs your shoulders.

“Take a deep breath… wipe your tears… and go get your girl.”

You follow the first two steps but falter at the third.

“What?” You mumble, bringing your hand down from your face.

She looks towards the court, and that’s when you realize she’s walking right past you to get to the locker rooms.

You’re thankfully at the end of the aisle, so you carefully make your way down the stairs, to the barricade, kinda feeling like you’re floating. Now that she’s at least up you feel a little better, your tears are starting to dry.

All you want to do is make sure she’s okay.

And even though she’s not yours, and you only love her in the dark- you need to know.

Besides… it’s been two weeks since you’ve felt her skin on yours.

“Georgia!” You call, hands on the barricade bracing yourself. “Georgia!”

You probably didn’t even need to call a second time, because she turns towards you.

A security guard steps in front of you with a large hand, asking you to please get back to your seat- you lock eyes with Georgia.

Her chin. It’s bright red and slightly swollen.

Silently, you ask her to please let you in- but she keeps walking, two athletic trainers helping her.

“Ma’am, please get back to your seat,” the guard says again.

Does she regret that night at the party? Is this feeling in your chest ever since Jane said she was in love with you hope? And it is being crushed now?

“Okay,” you mutter, feeling tears form in your eyes tenfold.

“You’re Y/N?” One of the athletic trainers has run over to you. The security guard gives her a look, but she glares right back.

“Yeah?”

“Georgia asked for you, c’mon.” She beckons you to follow her-

“Really?”

“Yes,” she deadpans. “She said she needed you. I don’t care what she needs, as long as she checks out, I want her to get back out there.”

“Me too,” you nod, sensing this lady took her job very seriously.

“Well c’mon then,” she sighs, patting the barricade, encouraging you to hop it. The security guard rolls his eyes and walks away, and you quickly clamber over the barricade and follow the woman- who walks very fast.

“Did she really say that she needed me?”

Your voice sounds like a stupid Disney princess.

The smallest smile makes its way into her face.

“Yes. She said she needed you.”

Georgia needs you.

You enter the locker room full of fluorescent lights, squinting as your eyes adjust and the door shuts behind you.

She’s sitting on a bench, her fists clenched as the other trainer softly holds her face to look at the mark already forming.

Georgia needs you.

You softly sit next to her, and it takes her a second to finally notice you out of the corner of her eye- an eye which is scrunched up in pain.

“Georgia,” you whisper. Her hand is shaky when you grab it. “What happened?”

“I think everyone saw,” she mumbles. You brush back some hair sticking to her forehead.

“I was actually playing attention to the ball, so, I didn’t.”

“You paid attention to basketball?”

“Well, not very well. But I tried.”

You move closer to her so your thighs are touching, her hand squeezes yours as she turns her head- and you spot the bruise on her chin.

“She got me in the chin.”

“Jesus Christ,” you gasp, looking up wide eyes to the atheistic trainer. “Is it normal to be a bruise already- God, is your jaw broken? Are you okay?”

Georgia and the trainers all let out a laugh, and you feel kinda silly, but Georgia squeezes your hand as if to reassure you. You feel a little bit better.

“Completely normal,” the woman before explains. “And, a little tip, usually if people are talking- jaws aren’t broken.”

“Oh, whatever,” you mumble, feeling your cheeks get a little hot. One of the trainers hands you an ice pack.

You.

“You’re medically checked out. Ice it for a minute, catch your breath, and you’re ready to go back out there if you want to.”

“Okay, thanks,” Georgia nods, smiling tightly- but you can hear it in her voice. The weight of it all. The pressure.

“We’ll give you a minute alone,” the trainer says, kind of suggestively, but you force yourself to ignore that as her and her colleague let the door shut behind them.

You softly press the ice pack to her chin. She shuts her eyes, and you can tell she’s willing herself not to cry.

“Does it hurt a lot?” It’s kind of a stupid question, but you can’t think of anything else to say.

“No. It’s not too bad.” Her eyes shut, and you place your other hand on her jaw to steady yourself. She lets out a breath.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you whisper, hand moving to smooth back her ponytail.

“Mm- no, no. I’m fine. I just need you right now.”

And it’s in moments like this, when Georgia says she needs you, when she’s touching you and looking to you for comfort… this is how you know you’ll never be able to fully tear yourself away from her.

She’ll always run back to you. And you’ll always let her, with open arms.

You kind of want to ask her what needing you means. But you don’t.

“I should get back out there,” she says. She’s whispering, like this moment will break.

“Yeah,” you agree, swallowing.

“Yeah.”

You meet her eyes again, and her pupils are slightly blown, she looks a little breathless-

“Oh, to fuck with it.”

She slams her lips onto yours, hands cupping your face and keeping you pressed close to her, the ice pack falling and your hands immediately winding around her neck- this is how you need her. You need her hungry and kissing you. You need her touching you and loving you.

She needs you to comfort her and you need her to fuck you.

Any shyness you had is long replaced, especially when one of her hands drifts down to squeeze your ass, making you moan her name into her mouth.

The kiss is disgusting, messy, kind of dirty.

“There’s so much riding on this game,” she breathes out when you move down to kiss her neck.

“I know,” you mumble back against her skin. “But you’re so talented.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, tilting her head back. “I only forget about it when I’m with you.”

Her hand drifts down to your neck, and she pulls you away to start kissing down yours, both of you careful to not leave marks- but you can feel her kissing a little harder then she should.

You’ll probably be leaving this place tonight with at least one faint mark on your neck. And the thought thrills you.

“Really?” You gasp. “Maybe you should stop fucking me over and spend more time fucking me.”

“I will,” she whispers against your skin, leaving one final kiss on the mark you could feel her forming. “I promise I will.”

“Good,” you say back, trying to sound confident. But she looks into your eyes, her ponytail messy from when you had tugged on her hair, and completely melt.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, pointing awkwardly to the hickey. But you know she’s saying sorry for more than that.

You cover it with your hair. “It’s okay, I guess.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” she smiles, a little wickedly.

“Please.”

“I really have to go back now,” she stands up, rubbing her jaw. “Sorry- shit. You distracted me.”

“Sorry,” you shrug.

“I really gotta go before I kiss you again.”

You smile. You smile so big and she smiles right back.

“Well, now you’re definitely gonna win because you’re all fired up, huh?” You stand up, following her to the locker room door.

“Definitely.”

She doesn’t promise to text you or anything, and you don’t mind. You know she’ll come back.

You smile softly instead of saying goodbye, and she stares at you kinda in amazement for a second before shaking her head and running right back over to the game.

It feels a little bit like you never broke up, but you’re kinda glad you broke up.

—-

The Draft

Kate Martin x Fem

Synopsis: You accompany your girlfriend Kate to the 2024 WNBA draft in support of your mutual friend Caitlin. What happens when your girlfriend gets drafted and has to move across America.

Dressing up for the 2024 WNBA draft with your girlfriend Kate, you shake your hands nervously. This being your first big event, also knowing how much paparazzi will be there, being able to take pictures of you and others. Kate grabs both your hands holding them in hers “What’s wrong baby?” she asks you concerned. The way she looked at you with so much emotion showed how much she truly did care for you.

“I’m nervous I know I shouldn’t be because I don’t even play basketball but there’s gonna be so many people with there eyes on us- and it’s just scary I guess” You admit to her your bottom lip jutting out a bit. Her hand lets go of yours and holds your face in her hand “Don’t be scared I’ll be with you the whole time. We’re just going to support Caitlin it’ll be okay promise” she comforts you brushing your hair back with her hands.

The both of you finish getting ready together while messing around a bit the whole time, you in a black dress and Kate in a matching suit. Getting to the draft you take a deep breath and hold Kates hand squeezing it. She looks at you for confirmation and you nod signaling you’re ready and the two of you walk in together.

Light flashes take over your vision and the sound of cameras clicking take over your ears. Kate leads you away from the paparazzi and down to where Caitlin was waiting for the two of you. You smile at the other player and hug her “You look amazing Caitlin I’m so proud of you” you tell the taller girl pulling away so Kate can greet her.

“Thanks guys I’m a lil nervous” Caitlin responds to you both cracking her knuckles. Kate smacks her lips “Come on you know you’re gonna be Ms number one pick” she tells the girl. The three of you walk down and take some pictures together and solo. Now it was time for the draft to start and you and Kate sit down a few rows back and watching Caitlin shine.

The first 16 picks go by and your head leans on Kate’s shoulder watching it all with a smile on your face. A woman comes up to the both of you and tells Kate to move a few rows forward closer to the stage. You look at Kate confused and she kisses your cheek “I don’t know what’s going on but wait here for me” she whispers getting up and following the woman. The next pick happens and you frown at the fact Kate isn’t next to you anymore and you were beyond confused.

“And the eighteen pick of 2024 draft Las Vegas Aces picks Kate Martin” you head snaps up on shock at her words. You scream getting up clapping as Kate walks on stage shocked that she got picked. You film Kate tears welling up in your eyes at how proud you were of the girl. She smiles at you from the stage and holds her jersey tight in her hands proud of herself and how far she has come.

As she walks off the stage you jump out of your seat and run as fast as you can in your heels and meet her in the middle. Her arms embrace you and squeal “MY GOD BABY IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU” you whisper squeezing her. Your girlfriend lets out a breathy laugh “Thank you I’m shocked right now” she admits pulling away from you and pressing a kiss to your lips. You watch as Kate hugs her coach and Caitlin and few other people before grabbing your hand again and sitting down so you both can watch the others get drafted.

After watching the draft you go home a bit early letting Kate celebrate with her team and go to interviews. Sliding your heels off relief was all you could feel for a moment before it all clicked in your head, Kate got drafted.

If she got drafted that meant she had to move to be with her team. You sigh sitting down on your bed not even bothering to change out of your dress. If Kate moves where does that leave your relationship with her. The two of you have been dating for two years now, you share an apartment with her and everything. Iowa to Las Vegas was a 21 hour drive or three hour plane ride not to mention the time difference. You sit in your bed overthinking the whole situation between the two of you for so long you don’t realize how the time has passed till you hear keys jingle in the door.

Kate walks in a smile in her face “Hey baby why are you still dressed?” she asks you kicking her shoes off and walking into your shared bedroom, closing the door behind her. Her face contorts into confusion at your face and she sighs sitting down next to you “What’s wrong pretty girl?” she asks you her voice quiet. You shrug not wanting to ruin her night in anyway “How was the interview and the girl?” you change the topic fast your hand coming up to brush a piece of her blond hair from her face.

Her big eyes stare at you “Don’t do that tell me what’s on your mind I want to know” she demands her hand moving yours form her hair to interlock your fingers together. Sighing you bite the inside of your cheek something you always if did when anxious. Kate’s other hand rubs your cheek causing you to stop biting it “Come on talk to me please” she begs you her big eyes boring into yours.

“It’s just your moving to Vegas baby and I want you to live your dream I just don’t know where I am- we are in this dream” you correct yourself looking up at her you see her face turn into a smile.

Kate laughs “Baby my dream is to be with you, always if I’m moving to Vegas I want you to come with me, be there with me through everything” she looks at you a bit nervous to see how you would react to her basically asking you to move with her. You gasp and hug her wrapping your arms around her “Yes of course I’m coming with you Kate oh my god” you squeeze her closer to you and kiss her head a few times her arms circling your waist.

You pull away from the hug and look down at her lips then back into her eyes “So we’re moving to Vegas and you got drafted. This is the best day of my life” you tell her getting up and going to grab one of her shirts and a new pair of panties. She laughs from behind you “Best day of your life baby I think it’s supposed to be mine” she says standing up and grabbing a shirt and shorts.

“No it’s mine I’ve never been to Vegas so this is so exciting and I love seeing you happy so it’s a win-win situation” you turn around looking at her expectingly she shrugs “If my girl happy I happy” she mimics you.

Kate grabs your hand and pulls you to the bathroom with your turning you around so your back is to her, so she can unzip your dress. The black dress falls limp on the floor leaving you almost bare infront of the taller girl. You help Kate get out of her suit grabbing the clothes you put them both in the laundry bin along with your underwear. Kate turns the shower on waiting for it to get warm filling the tub, you grab her cheek with your hand pulling her into a shirt and sweet kiss.

“Come on I’m tired and wanna relax” you mumble stepping into the warm water and sitting down in the tub leaning forward so Kate can climb in behind you. She reaches over you grabbing shampoo adding bubbles you laugh at her and lean back into her embrace. The hot water calming the both you, her head sits comfortably on your shoulder your hands intertwined.

Kate kisses your neck lightly “So I got drafted” she says breathlessly still shocked. You nod “You Kate Martin got drafted” you repeat to her.

Her head shakes leaning back pulling you with her to lay down “I still can’t believe it’s real” she admits her chest moving up and down behind you with every word she says.

“It’s like all the hard work I have has paid off and my dreams are coming to life basketball, you, everything” She adds on grabbing some shampoo and putting it in her hands then moving them to your wet hair. Her big hands massage your scalp “Ye-yeah I’m so proud of you baby and all you have done” you tell her lean your head back so she can wash the shampoo out of your hair. She cups water in her hands dropping it in your hair letting the soap was away. You turn around and straddle her waist grabbing the shampoo and doing the same to her as she just did to you. Kate looks up at your like a puppy and smiles at you “I’m so tired” she complains a smile still on her face.

You nod your head moving down on her lap to let her dip her head back to wash the shampoo away. Hearing her mumble something you couldn’t hear “What was that baby?” you ask her looking down at her helping her sit back up you still on her lap. Kate’s hand comes up to hold your cheek “I don’t know I’m tried can we sleep please just wanna hold you” she asked pupils dilated.

Standing up from the bath bubbles racking your wet body you hold out your hand for her to take. Her hand envelops yours as you help her get up, more like help her hand while she got up herself but she didn’t mind. You grab a towel and rub it down her body helping her dry off while she looked down at you biting her lip. She leaves the bathroom to grab your clothes you picked out before coming back to see you drying yourself off.

The two of you change and get into bed together your head in her chest, your fingers tracing soothing circles on her arm. Her hand holds your back closer to her “I love you so much” she whispers into your hair laying a kiss on your forehead. You nod “I know I love you more” you whisper back closing your eyes before the two of you slowly fall asleep in each others on, dreaming about your futures together.

No that’s her friend she’s not cheating she told me herself

@cosmopretty I THINK LAILA IS CHEATING CHAT 😔

bae the new laila fic... u are keeping me alive and fed

Thank you please send a Laila request 🙏🙏

what just happened on laila’s live😭

HELP I WAS THERE AND WAS LIKE WTF I STAYED ON HOPING MY WIFE WOULD SHOW HER FACE BUT NOPE

The ceiling was serving cunt tho 😏

Little Pink Bow

Laila Edwards x fem

Laying in bed, your head on her chest while her hand scratches up and down your back soothingly while watching TikTok’s together. One of the videos that come up is of a girl tying a bow around her boyfriend’s arm. You sit up your hands on her chest grabbing the phone from her hands “Please babe please” you beg her smiling and biting your lip at the girl.

“Please what ma?” she asks you raising her brows a bit confused at your antics. You put the phone in her face making her re watch the video “Please can we make this?” you beg her pouting a bit, straddling her waist. Laila rolls her eyes “Why would you want to tie a bow on my arm?” she asks you her hand coming up to hold your waist. You shrug “I dunno because you’re hot and it would be hot” you say bluntly causing her to smile below you.

With a roll of her eyes she nods and you squeal jumping off of her going to your drawers to look for the ribbons you know you had. Laila sits up on the bed in her sports bra and shorts biting her lip as you bend down looking for god knows what. Finding the ribbon you walk back towards her, she opens her legs so you can stand between them.

Standing between her legs the both of you are almost the same height, with her six foot two frame sitting down. You grab her arm with both your hands going to her bicep “You look so pretty” Laila smiles blushing a bit under your gaze. You copy her smile and tie the ribbon around her bicep into a pretty bow. The light pink bow around her big bicep looks so out of place, you loved it though placing a kiss next to it and grabbing the phone from her hands. You film the TikTok and take a few pictures all jittery “This might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen babe” you let out a deep breath.

Laila flexes her muscles causing the ribbon to snap “No I think that was the hottest thing you have ever seen” she says smirking. You nod you head “Yeah it was” you mumble climbing onto her lap and kissing her lips. Her hand comes to you back pushing you closer to her so your chests are pushed up against one another. Pulling away from the kiss so you can both catch your breath Laila grabs the second bow from your hand and holds your neck up with her other hand.

You look at her confused “What are you doing?” you ask her you hand coming to hold onto the bicep the bow used to be. She moves the hair from your neck moving it to the side. Laila wraps the pink ribbon around your neck and tying it into a bow in the middle. She holds your waist with both her hands pulling you back on her lap “Now that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” she admits biting her lip. You blush and grab both her cheeks pulling her into another kiss.

You gasp when one of her hands comes up to your neck playing with the bow, giving her an opening to slide her tongue in your mouth. Laila bites your bottom lip holding it between her teeth before letting go. One of her hands hold your waist while the other still plays with the pink bow around your neck.

In a split second she rips the bow off your neck dropping it next to the other ripped little pink bow. You look at her through your lashes biting your lip “Fuck” she breathes out licking her lips at the sight of you all doe eyed on her lap. She flips you both over and hovers over you on the bed “How many more bows do you have?” she asks an idea popping to mind. You furrow your brows confused “A few I think” you guess tilting your head to the side. She gets up grabbing the rest of the bows before climbing on top of you once again smirking.

( hope you enjoyed this lil blurb )

Paige Bueckers x Cheerleader Fem

Paige definitely sneaks into your cheer practices and watches you train with the rest of the girls in awe of all you can do

Mirror pictures in your matching uniforms together

You trying to teach her how to do a cartwheel and failing on live

Cheering her on at all her UConn games

Paige watches you with heart eyes standing next to Geno, as you complete your cheer routine infront of everyone. You make eye contact with her and wink mouthing “I love you” to her. She blushing and mouthed it back to you before listening to Geno talk to the team, her eyes on you.

You drop your pompoms and jog over to the girl before the game officially starts. Wrapping your arms around her neck you go on your tiptoes and kiss her cheek “Good luck baby” you tell her looking up at the blonde girl through your lashes. One of her hands grab your waist while the other holds your cheek, her thumb rubbing back and forth “I love you more. You gonna be cheering for me?” she smiles her eyes squinting slightly. You nod “Of course I will always Paige” you assure her.

She blushes slightly her cheeks a shade of pink “I know I know” she says. You grab the bottom of her jersey and pull her down into a kiss. Paige pulls away rubbing your bottom lip with her thumb “Good luck you’re gonna do great I know it” you tell her before jogging back to your team.

She is all over you before games she just loves that uniform so much

Good luck kisses before every game

Doing her hair before a game and getting ready together before game

Your the first person to go up to Paige after a rough loss

Watching from the sidelines you see the look of defeat on your girlfriend’s face as she walks off the court to the benches. You run up to her and sit down next to her wrapping your arm around her shoulders. Paige sniffles breathing in and out slowly trying not to cry infront of everyone. Turning her body you move her so her head is buried into your shoulder and people can’t see her face. You take her hair out of her ponytail and run your fingers through it “I know baby it’s okay” you coo. She shakes her head “We tried so hard ma I don’t know what I did wrong” she says her voice shaking a bit.

Paige pulls away from you her hand holding yours in her lap. Shaking your head “No Paige you didn’t do anything wrong it’s not fault don’t blame yourself” you try and convince her. She shrugs “I don’t know” your heart breaks at the sound of her voice. Your grab her cheeks making her look at you instead of the floor “Hey your the best damn player on this team and your not gonna win every game every time. I love you and so does everyone else one bad game doesn’t define you baby trust me” you try and comfort her. Paige smiles at you as you wipe one of her tears with your thumb “I love you I don’t know what I would do without you” she admits, grabbing your hand that was on her cheek and kissing it.

Switching uniforms for a TikTok and Paige getting stuck in it and having to cut her out

Carries your cheer bag everywhere

Best car ride with the best pre game playlist playing the whole time

Paige watches you do your makeup pre game and just smiles the whole time admiring you

Talks about you 24/7 and always brings you up in interviews

Talking to an interviewer post game Paige smiles answering all her questions with a smile, proud of the win UConn pulled out today. The interviewer asks her another question “So what helped you the most to win this game today? And most of your games in general?” she asks.

Paige immediately looks over at you who was talking to Azzi on the bench. The blonde looks back over to the interviewer “Definitely my team, coach Geno and family but the most my girl I mean she been there for me through everything and her being her cheering for me gives me a confidence boost that helps me win ya know” she admits. The interviewer looks at you and Azzi and ushers you over to Paige the cameras. You get up and walk over to them both a bit embarrassed, Paige wraps her arm around your waist “This girl got me through it I wouldn’t be me without her” Paige adds.

You smile at her “No it was all you Paige”you tell her before looking over at the interviewer “she works really hard and puts her all into it. What gets her though it is herself and her determination” you tell the interviewer. Both you and Paige answer a few more questions before walking away together. Paige pulls you into a kiss “Your amazing you know that” she says pulling away from the kiss. You shrug “I know” you laugh pulling her and dragging her into the locker room.

Going out together after a win or going home together after a loss

Paige’s heart racing every time you have to do a dangerous move or get thrown in the air

Trying to teach Paige to cheer and it ending up with her somehow in pain

Posting you on social media 24/7

Gets annoyed when you show other players too much attention your her cheerleader not theirs

pbnbucks is one of my favorite writers I love love love love love

Paige x fem x nika

So let’s say that fem gets a boyfriend and both of them get jealous and the boyfriend cheats on fem and Paige and Nika comfort her and it ends up in smut of them being possessive and trying to prove to fem that she should be with them and not him

word count : 734

warnings : sorta angsty, cheating barely, cussing, filthy smut

summary : nikas tired of your boyfriend and she thinks you guys need a break

“oh sweet girl im so sorry” the blonde says rubbing your back as the 2 girls try and comfort you “i mean i dont know why he would do that” nika rolls her eyes as she seen tears roll down your face for the past 2 hours “and i dont know why you would stay with him and forgive him” paige gives nika a ‘stop it’ look as your face completely goes emotionless at her comment as she leaves no sympathy for you. “nika i don’t even want to here it right now” your comment makes her angry at how naive you are about the situation. “no i dont want to hear you crying about him when you now theres so much better out there” she says as she was ignoring everything you where ranting about to paige “he said he was sorry…” she sits down right in front of you with a stern look on her face “he’s not sorry i can promise you that, let me and paige show you what sorry really is.” she says as you both move your head to look over at paige “how?” paige smirks at your confused innocent look “like this baby” paige softly pushes you onto the bed as her finger slip under you waist down looking up at you asking for consent with her eyes and you nod your head as nika works with removing your shirt massaging your breast. you whine at the the feeling as the to girls are concerned on how to please you, you feel the cold air hit your slick making paige coo “look how wet you are and we haven’t even touched you yet” paige teases. “such a sweet girl of us” nika chimes in with a strap now on her body as she aligns herself with you entrance slowly pushing in, while paige finds her way to your breast massaging one and sucking on the other one. the work of the two girls make the most pornographic moans leave your mouth as paige hums in response feeling pride from her work. "Quiet. We don't wanna get caught now, do we?" nika coos as her hand covers your mouth muffling your moans adding a response “even though i wish i could listen to your pretty noises all night long baby” her other hand begins to circle your clit while paige uses her talented mouth to form hickeys all over your chest making your stomach turn forming a knot. “such a good girl” paige praises at your skill to remain quiet. “fuck- im gonna cum” you plea as the croatian speeds up trying to rush you into release. “thats it baby, cum all over my cock” she begs once your release comes crashing down as your liquids spill all over her strap and the bed, as paige now covers your mouth once the moans begin to leave your mouth hushing you. nika helps you ride out your high as she slowly removes the strap from your now sensitive body, paige makes her way to your pussy instantly sucking on your clit while adding two fingers into your wet hole as she wastes no time letting go you adjust to her. “fucking love this pussy” she speaks sending vibrations through your core as your hands grip the bed sheets. nika makes her way to your jawline placing sloppy kisses massaging your left nipple. her tongue flicks over your sensitive bud as she bring her arm over your waist pressing you down into the bed. “you want a taste nika?” paige pops her head up waiting for nikas response as nika goes onto her knees as they both pick up the pace both making their assault on your puffy clit as paige’s lanky fingers slip in and out of you making filthy noises leave your hole. “fuck fuck fuck im so fucking close” your legs begin to shake and squirm as nika holds your waist down. the knot forms getting tighter and tighter as the girls praise your body movements into release. “holy shit” the girls both say in unison is you were now squirting on their tongues every bit of release you had left making your body shutter at the contact. the get every last bit of cum you had left as nika comes up to your ear as she whispers sweat nothings in your ear “such a pretty girl”

I believe the players aren't gonna talk until uconn resolves this, which I think is the wisest decision. But keeping Q in the team would be very damaging for the team's image and will probably be used against them during the games (and that would be embarrassing, to say at least). I honestly think that Geno is going to consult the seniors about this, especially Paige. The accusations are too serious to be ignored, and Geno doesn't seem to be the guy that tolerates bullshit in the locker room.

I agree that keeping Q on the team will hurt the team considering that they haven’t won in 8 years and have to prove that now that they’re healthy again they can win. Keeping Q would give the team a bad image in the pitch. The accusations that Q has are serious and IF Geno keeps her on the team it’s going to make him and the whole team/management look bad.

Yeah Laila is mine NOT Conrad’s

She loves me and she told Leila she loved her on live too

me and @cosmopretty are D1 Laila wives ( confirmed btw !! )

Georgia Amoore

She’s so fine DID U WATCH HER LIVE WITH KK ARNOLD OMFG

Me and @star-girl69 writing a whole fic in messages rn our minds together are unstoppable 💪💪

Me and @star-girl69 writing a whole fic in messages rn our minds together are unstoppable 💪💪

I KNEW ABOUT THIS FIC FIRST ME AND ADDIE HAVE BEEN OBSESSED WITH GEORGIA

Take Me To Paris

Georgia Amoore x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: your girlfriend finally takes you on a vacation! …to australia.

a/n: maybe i’ll do a part 2 in which y/n almost dies of spiders and snakes and georgia almost dies of americanness… we’ll see but anyways i hope you all enjoy!!!

Take Me To Paris - Lana Del Rey (Unreleased)

warnings: me desecrating australia, sorry y’all, um swearing, some kissing, mostly fluff, idk if this is normal but i sleep outside sometimes on the trampoline in my backyard so like… this is normal to me lol but idk, lmk if i missed anything!!

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You weren’t exactly scared of flying, more so just constantly aware of every little thing that can go wrong.

You can’t stop bouncing your leg, checking your phone every five seconds to make sure that it is in fact charging, you’ve rechecked your bag for your passport about 20 times, and you’re clutching your boarding pass so hard you’ve kinda crumpled it.

“Let me see your boarding pass.”

You hold out your hand to Georgia, who has been looking at you slightly concerned for the past hour, and she hands over the piece of paper wordlessly.

You scan the piece of paper, ensuring that, again, her name is on it, this is the right flight, and her seat is right next to yours.

You let out a deep breath before passing it back to her.

Everything will be fine. I’m calm. I’m so calm. It’s just a 16 hour flight.

Nevermind. You’re not calm.

“How do you do this?” You finally mutter, your bouncing leg coming to a standstill.

Your girlfriend, who is very annoyingly calm, looks up from her phone.

“Do what?”

“Like, planes. Travel. I just- are you sure it’s 16 hours?”

She smiles. “Yes, babe, I’m sure the flight I’ve taken a million times is 16 hours long.”

You let out a huff, putting your head into your hands. You’re sitting at one of those charging tables near your gate, waiting anxiously for them to finally start boarding, while Georgia stands next to you, completely unbothered.

She tuts and rubs your back. “I promise you’re going to be completely fine, yeah? You’re just psyching yourself out.”

“Okay,” you mumble, taking your head out of your hands to instead stare intently at the gate. You start cracking your knuckles absentmindedly, not even noticing you’re doing so until your girlfriend sets down her phone and grabs your hands.

“Darling, I love you very much so please don’t take this the wrong way.”

You shoot her a warning look.

“You need to calm the fuck down.”

You let go of her hands and scoff, trying to be mad at her, but she’s smiling at you- and her smile really is contagious. You never really believed it before, people having contagious smiles, and maybe you’re just in love with her, but whenever she smiles you follow soon after.

She tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting her fingers linger as you pointedly look away from her.

She rolls her eyes at your antics, but simply grabs your jaw and forces you to look at her other hand, now sticking her pinky out.

“I pinky promise that everything will be fine.”

“You’re a child.”

“Oh, babe,” she whispers, looking side to side. “Maybe don’t say that so loud.”

“Shut up.”

You try to hide your smile, mouth thinning into a line, but ends of your mouth curl up into a smile as she squeezes your cheeks together.

“Okay, pinky promise. I’ll even take your carry-on for you so you don’t have to worry.”

“Well, you were gonna do that anyways,” you tease.

“Probably,” she shrugs. “Stop. Pinky promise. Now.”

You sigh dramatically but interlock her finger with yours.

“Okay, now, pinky promise you’ll calm the fuck down, yeah?”

“I pinky promise, or whatever.”

She tugs you towards her with the hand still on your jaw, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek- she lingers, for just a second.

“Love you.”

—-

You recheck your ticket for the same time, confirming this is the right seat.

“You want middle or aisle, babe?”

You had decided to check your bags for this flight, so Georgia is carrying both her backpack and yours, while also holding your hand through the aisles- it’s honestly pretty impressive.

“Would it be weird if I said middle?”

“Nah,” she shrugs, gesturing for you to climb into the middle seat.

You sit down, smiling politely at the man in the window seat, immediately putting up the hand rest in between you and Georgia- ignoring her smile as she sits down next to you. She starts to put your bags under the seats, but you grab yours.

You rifle through it one more time, laying eyes on your passport, your wallet, your phone charger, your book, and every other little thing before feeling calm enough to zip it up and stuff it under the seat in front of you.

“Okay,” you mumble. “I’m ready.”

Georgia gives you that same concerned look she’s been giving you ever since you got to the airport.

“Are you, like, scared of flying or something?”

“No,” you roll your eyes. “Traveling just makes me nervous. And it’s sixteen hours.”

“You’re gonna sleep for most of it,” she dismisses, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

You let out a sarcastic laugh. “There’s no way I can fall asleep.”

She smiles at you, and you stare right back, completely serious.

“Nah, you’ll fall asleep.”

“Nah,” you echo, “I won’t.”

“C’mere,” she says, wrapping her arm around you so you can rest your head on her shoulder, kind of awkwardly- but her touch and her smell is comforting. You force your eyes shut, taking a deep breath. “There we go, darling,” she mumbles, pressing a kiss to your head, leaving her lips there to breathe you in fire a second. “Much better.”

She settles back into her own seat, putting her Airpods in and taking out her phone.

You open your eyes and stare straight ahead at the blue seat in front of you.

—-

“I seriously cannot believe you didn’t sleep that entire flight.”

You’re oddly wide awake right now. Maybe it’s just the excitement of finally being off of the airplane, or being in a brand new place- it feels different here. The air feels thicker- more humid?

“Wait, what time is it here?” You ask, seeing nothing but gaping blackness outside the huge windows of the gate.

Georgia looks at her phone, her arm looped tightly with yours as if you’re going to collapse from exhaustion at any moment.

“12:31.”

You frown, feeling slightly disoriented- maybe you should have slept. It’s not like you didn’t try, though. You squeezed your eyes shut for what felt like entire hours, you forced Georgia to run her hands through your hair, you listened to the most calming songs you could think of, and you simply stayed awake.

Georgia fell asleep an hour into the flight, though, and you tried to be angry at her… but eventually gave up and just let her lay practically on top of you. Which was quite a feat in economy class on an airplane, really.

“Where are we going, then?”

Georgia looked at you oddly, again very concerned- you felt kinda guilty for how worried she seems to be over you.

“We got a hotel in Melbourne for tonight, remember? ‘Cause our plane landed at midnight, and it’s an hour and a half drive to Balarat, yeah?”

The memories finally click in your brain.

“Ohhhh, yeah,” you nod. “I remember now.”

Georgia tugs you along, walking faster through the terminal. “Let’s get our bags and let’s get you into a bed. You’re kinda scaring me.”

She looks at you out of the corner of her eye.

“You didn’t sleep at all? Like, not even for a few minutes?”

“No,” you shrug.

She shakes her head. “There’s something wrong with you.”

“Oh, okay,” you hum, tugging your arm away from hers. “You can sleep on the floor tonight.”

She grabs your hand and tugs you right back over to her.

“Yeah, that’ll happen.”

—-

“Oh, my God, look up, babe.”

“Huh?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from the sidewalk. You had successfully gotten your bags and a taxi to the hotel, and you were now walking along the sidewalk to the huge doors.

“Why are you staring at the ground?”

Your suitcase gets stuck on a crack, and you tug it forward. Maybe it’s because a bed is so close now, but exhaustion is really staring to set in. All you can think about is literally throwing yourself into the bed, dragging Georgia down with you, and collapsing.

“Watching for snakes and spiders.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Um, yes, I am. Australia is dangerous as fuck. Snakes, spiders, dingos, kangaroos, sharks, crocodiles, giant fucking bats? I’m not taking risks.”

“This is fucking Melbourne, not the bush.”

“What’s the bush?”

She stops and looks up at you.

“I need you to tone down the American-ness by, like, 10 please.”

“Okay, sorry,” you huff, smile crawling onto your face, the automatic doors of the hotel sliding open. “Not my fault the only thing I know about Australia is ‘G’day, mate. I’m from down under, yeah? Kangaroos and dingo babies-’”

“I will give you money to shut up.”

“Ooh, how much?”

“Whatever you want, just please, please, for the love of God stop doing that horrible accent,”

“It’s a wonderful accent,” you fake pout.

“It’s like nails on a chalkboard. I’m being so for real.”

“Whatever,” you shrug. “Can we go see kangaroos, by the way? Like I just want to go stare at kangaroos. I want to know that they’re really real, y’know?”

“Jesus Christ- you know what? Sure. We’ll go see kangaroos.”

—-

“Oh, this place is nice,” you smile, dragging your suitcase into the room and shoving it in the empty space next to the bed.

“Oh no,” Georgia frowns, staring at the bed. “I must have booked it wrong, there’s only one bed.”

“Aw, that sucks.” You sit down, kicking off your shoes and throwing yourself back onto the bed. “Have fun on the floor.”

“Can we just put a pillow between us?” She asks, trying to play along with the joke but already smiling as she lays next to you on her stomach, her own shoes falling to the floor.

“No, sorry. I just feel really uncomfortable sleeping with you, seeing as you… like girls and all, and I just… I don’t support that, sorry. I don’t want to catch it from you.”

“Really?” She smiles, crawling towards you. “You’re sure you don’t like girls? Not even a little bit?”

She hovers over you, hands planted next to your head, and you wrap your arms around her neck.

“I’m so straight I actually don’t even look at girls.”

She presses a quick kiss to your lips.

You gasp but make no move to push her away. “You just assaulted me.”

“You can assault me right back, baby.”

“Disgusting,” you groan, before sliding one of your hands down to her face to push her towards you, kissing her long and slow.

She adjusts herself so her legs are now in between yours, her hand drifting down to grab at your thigh and wrap it around her waist, pulling you even closer to her, until suddenly you’re barely even kissing her, just kind of languidly going through the motions as you eyes drift shut, her comforting weight above you.

“You’re so pretty,” she murmurs, finally pulling away for air but immediately trailing kiss down your cheek and jawline to your neck.

You turn your head to the side, yawning as you do so, letting her hand squeeze your thigh and her kisses turn into the faintest marks-

“Look! There’s a balcony!”

You try to push her away from you and sit up, but she gives you a bored look.

“I’m on top of you right now and you want to go see the balcony?”

“Yeah..? You’ll be fine,” you shrug, managing to maneuver yourself out from under her, running over to the sliding glass door and pressing your face against it.

Melbourne is spread out before you. Well, more so in the distance, you’re kinda just outside of Melbourne. There’s a few bright lights even at this hour, and you can see the faintest glimpse of the balcony-

“Aww, there’s a little couch out there!”

Calling it a couch was probably making someone roll over in their grave. It was just a two person chair made out of wicker, with a thin red cushion on it. It looked uncomfortable.

Your eyes drifted up to the stars.

“C’mon,” you urge Georgia, turning around to find her waiting for you on the bed, laying on her side with her head propped up. You start tugging the blanket off of the bed, ignoring the way she exclaims in mock outrage.

“The fuck are you doin’?”

“I want to sit outside,” you explain, switching tactics and instead grabbing her hand, trying to tug her up- but she packs a lot of muscle in that body, and you can only get her to move a few inches before she braces herself and you’re stuck.

“It’s 1 in the morning?” She says, eyebrows furrowed as she looks out at the balcony.

“Yeah,” you deadpan. “The stars are out.”

She sighs.

“You really want to go out there?”

You tug on her again.

“Yes, Georgia, please come with me. I need someone to protect me from giant bats. Also, what if I see a giant spider, have a heart attack, and die right in front of you?”

She looks into your eyes.

“Please, Georgia.”

“I do like it when you say please like that,” she sighs, corners of her mouth ticking up into a smile. You grin and place a kiss onto the back of her hand.

“Please, please, please, please Georgia, my talented sexy girlfriend, will you please sit outside with me?”

“Fine,” she groans with a smile, letting you tug her up and gather the blanket in your arms. She opens the sliding glass door and gestures you through it, of course not letting you pass by her without smacking your ass.

She goes to the edge of the balcony, leaning against it and looking out down below to the street.

“It’s cold,” she groans.

You’ve already situated yourself in the somewhat uncomfortable chair, blanket spread out over you, a perfect view of the stars in front of you- the only thing missing is your girlfriend.

“That’s why I brought the blanket, duh.”

“Smart-ass,” she teases, and you smile and open up the blanket for her. “Sure you’re comfortable being so close to me? Sharing a blanket?”

“Shut up, Georgia.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she mumbles, mocking you under her breath, but when she finally puts her arms around you any bratty comeback in your head disappears.

Her arm is around your shoulders, your head is leaning against hers, your legs intertwined under the blanket.

“I love you,” you mumble, also letting out a yawn.

She turns her head towards you, that signature big smile taking up her entire face. She presses a kiss so softly to your hairline you think there’s no possible way she could show you she loves you more.

She lets her lips linger. That’s how you know she loves you. She’s always lingering around you- chasing after your hand when you let go, kissing you too hard and immediately going back in for more, hugging you for what could arguably be called too long- she never wants to let go of you.

“Love you too,” she finally replies. One of your arms finds it’s way around her neck, hand playing with the back of her hair, her humming softly in approval. “I wanna spend everyday like this.”

You laugh a little. “Me asleep on my feet, stressed the fuck out, annoying you about Australia in a random hotel in Melbourne?”

“I mean I wanna spend everyday with you. Doing something new everyday. Even if you annoy me about Australia.”

“Aw, mate, you’re so sweet,” you reply with a small smile. She seems to choose to ignore you, and you decide to be nice and drop the accent. “I want to do everything with you. Except, maybe somewhere with less giant flying bats. How about Paris?”

“Giant fucking bats,” she mumbles to herself, blowing out air. “Where the fuck are you getting that- y’know, nevermind. Yeah, let’s go to Paris.”

“Yay,” you mumble, yawning again as you close your eyes, the pretty stars shining behind your eyes.

“Baby,” Georgia starts after a second, very softly, caressing your face to keep you awake. “I’m not sleeping out here.”

You roll your eyes. “Fine,” you mumble, kicking your leg out. “We’d be fine though. But, if the big bad Aussie girl is scared of sleeping outside, that’s fine.”

“Okay,” she says, seemingly offended even as she helps you up, grabs the blanket and keeps you close to her. “I’m not scared, babe. I just want to sleep in an actual bed.”

“Sure,” you hum, throwing yourself onto the bed and feeling Georgia lovingly place the blanket over you before climbing in beside you.

She rests her head on your chest, and everything feels so good and so right you yawn one final time, eyes shutting in a way that you know they’re not opening again.

“Goodnight,” you whisper.

She kisses the bare skin of your chest, letting her lips linger.

“Goodnight, pretty girl.”

—-

Finally Reunited

Caroline Harvey x Fem

Synopsis: You and Caroline both haven’t been spending any time together recently due to being in difference counties and you come surprise her.

Recently neither you or Caroline have had a break, with her long hockey practices and pre season workouts. Then with your studying and modeling gigs you have been moving around for a while for companies. Yeah you both texted and called every day but it wasn’t the same, and it showed when Caroline would mess up durning practice because her head wasn’t in the game. It’s not her fault that all she could think about was you, and she told you every detail about it.

Which is what led you to getting a plane ticket from Paris, France to Wisconsin, USA. You didn’t want to tell Caroline you were coming instead deciding to surprise her. Laila knew you were coming since she helped you plan this surprise for KK.

Boarding the Plane you see a FaceTime call from your girlfriend, not wanting to spoil the surprise you decline it and go find your seat on the plane.

“What the fuck” Caroline mumbles calling you not once but three times. Laila comes behind her and looks at her phone “She’s probably busy KK” the taller girl shrugs trying to not sound suspicious in any way.

Caroline rolls her eyes “Yeah whatever” she drops her phone on her bag and goes back on the ice to counting practice not noting Laila’s suspicious smile behind her.

Once your plane lands, you check the time and notice you have about an hour before Caroline’s practice ends at 5:30pm. You get an Uber down to the dorms, your girlfriend’s dorm to be specific, you walk in and go straight to her room leaving your suitcase there and changing into a new outfit. One of KK’s badger hoodies with her jersey number on the back and a pair of black shorts.

Leaving her apartment you walk, well more like speed walk down to the rink, where Laila told you the team would be today. Excited was an understatement to what you were feeling, your hands kept shaking. Soon enough you open the doors to the rink quietly trying not to make any noise.

The team was split into two groups versing each other, you get into the box and stand next to coach. She looks down at you and smiles “Your back? How was Paris?” she asks you looking away from you and back on the ice. Shrugging your shoulder you follow her eyesight down to the rink “It was okay, stressful. How’s the team been these past few weeks?” you ask her.

Coach laughs shaking her head “The team would be better if my star player wasn’t distracted all the time, daydreaming” she raises her brows looking down at you the pointing subtly to Caroline. You suck in a breath of air, scratching the back of your neck “My bad” you mumble laughing. She rolls her eyes at you before, you both move your eyes back onto the rink watching the girls play.

Laila stands confidently in the goal, watching as Laney skates down the ice with the puck, your girlfriend follows on the other side. Laney passes the puck to KK, who pushes through Ava and slams her stick across the ice hitting the puck into the goal.

You start clapping jumping up and down next to coach in the box. Caroline head immediately turns towards you recognizing your cheers, she takes her helmet off and drops it, a smile of shock forming on her face.

She immediately runs towards the box, forgetting she’s on ice skates. One minute she standing up straight the next she’s face down on the ice goaning. Everyone starts laughing at the poor girl while you walk up to her slowly on the ice so you don’t fall too. You let out a laugh that the sight of her lying down on the ice, looking like she gave up. You lend her your hand expecting her to take it so you can help her up. Instead her hand wraps around your wrist pulling you down on top of her so her arms can wrap around you in a bear hug.

She rolls on top of you pushing your body down on the cold ice, you squeal “KK baby I missed you too but I’m turning into a popsicle here it’s cold ” you squeal gripping onto her biceps. The girl gets off you for a second, moving to grab her helmet.

Laney comes over and grabs both your outstretched hands, pulling you up. The second your on both of your feet she pulls you into a hug “We missed you so much, KK never shuts up about you” she whispers laughing at KK who was staring at you both annoyed.

Caroline comes over and pulls you from Laney “Yeah enough y’all can see her later she’s mine again I missed her the most” she says gripping the back of your thighs signaling you to jump. You jump into her arms, your legs wrapping around her waist. She carries you off the ice as you wave to all the girls “When KK’s done acting like a baby I’ll come over” you yell to them across the ice.

She carries you all the way to the locker room dropping you onto the bench, so she can change out of her uniform. You bite your lip staring at her abs, and of course she notices “Like what you see baby?” she teases you turning around to face you fully.

“Yeah I do. I really did miss you Caroline more than anything, it was like it physically hurt to be away from you. That’s how much I love you.” You admit to her looking up at her through your lashes standing up, from the bench.

Her eyes drop down to your lips before going back up to your eyes “I know what you mean, it hurt so much to not be able to hold you in my arms. I love you more than anything so- uh why don’t we move in together? You know get our own apartment.”

Caroline’s hands fidget with each other as she looks down at your waiting for your reaction. Your mother opens in shock for a moment “Yes of course let’s move in together KK” you squeal wrapping your arms around her shoulders pulling her down into a kiss. Her lips touch yours for the first time in weeks, your stomach fills with butterflies. You open your mouth giving her room to slide her tongue in, her big hands grin your waist pulling your impossible closer to her.

The locker door flies open and you pull away from each other fast as you hear her tempests yelling. Laney shakes her head “OooO spicy maybe try it in your own room next time” she says walking in and holding the door open for everyone else.

Caroline rolls her eyes “You jealous?” she asks grabbing her hockey bag and putting it in the locker along with her stick. Laney sticks her tongue out at her teammates and grabs your waist “You know I could steal her in a heartbeat” Laney says giggling. You nod your head “Laney your the love of my life let’s runaway together” you gasp falling in her arms.

Laila snorts “You guys are so dumb” she laughs looking over at KK who was laughing at you and Laney. You wrap your arm around Caroline’s waist and wave to everyone “We’re leaving see you guys” you tell everyone dragging her out of the locker room down to her car.

Opening the passenger door for you like always you smile at KK in thanks before getting in and letting her close the door. The drive between the both of you was quiet, just enjoying each other’s presence, fingers interlinked on your lap. Your thumb rubs back and forth on her knuckles “So where are we going baby?” you ask her looking up from your lap to her. She turns away from the road for a moment, making eye contact with you “It’s a surprise just wait ma, you’ll like it I promise” she tells you bringing your interlinked hands to her lips, kissing your hand then bringing it down to your lap.

Trusting her words you relax in the seat of her car, you watch her drive the two of you. Soon enough she parks the car on the side of the road and gets out opening the door for you. She wraps her arm around your shoulders and you follow her moving your arm so it’s around her waist. Looking around at all the stores and diners you gasp “Are we going to that cute cafe that just opened please say we are” you beg her looking at her.

She smirks “Yeah it’s the one I told you about on FaceTime the other day” she informs you pulling you impossibly closer to you. You squeal moving in front of her and hugger her your arms around her neck “I love you so much” you whisper as her arms shake their way around your waist.

“I love you more and your sweet tooth” she teases you her words muffled by the way her head was in your neck. She pulls away “Come on let’s go before they close at eight” she grabs your arm pulling you inside the cafe.

You’re in awe at all the assortments of baked goods, you smile at KK “I have never loved you more than this moment” you tell her putting your hand on your chest. She laughs at you “They have those marble cakes you love so much” she tells you.

“I was wrong” you grab her hand going to sit down outside so you both can wait for a waitress to come serve you both. KK pulls out your chair for you then sits right in front of you. She pulls your hand into her holding it “I missed you so much I hated knowing that you wouldn’t be home with me. But how was Paris and all your jobs?” She asks you wanting to know how everything went for you.

You smile opening your mouth to speak before the waitress comes over “What can I get you both tonight?” she smiles sweetly at the two of you. Caroline nods at you to go first “Can I have hot chocolate with a slice of marble cake please” you tell her nicely your parents taught you to always have good manners.

The waitress nods writing down your order “And you?” she asks looking at your girlfriend. Caroline looks at you then back at the worker “I’ll have vanilla iced coffee and the brownie Sunday thank you” she says. The waitress nods and walks away from both of you back inside.

Caroline looks at you waiting for you to tell her about your time away from her. “Paris was beautiful and the girls I worked with were so sweet I made a few new friends who live in New York, so I’ll probably go meet them soon. I told them all about you I could never stop talking about you, you know” you blush a bit at your own words.

She awes “That’s cute baby how was work everything went well right?” she asks you always checking up on you and wanting to make sure your okay. You nod “It was stressful with all the companies I had to work for some were kind of rude but I met the Dior ambassador and she gave me her number. She’s gonna call me because she said she loved my look and wants me to model for Dior some more so that’s really exciting” you tell her your words filled with excitement and raw emotion.

That’s what KK loved about you, how passionate you were with the things you loved. The waitress comes back handing you both your orders before walking away. You take a bite and moan causing Caroline to choke on her drink “Baby if you’re gonna make the sound it’s gonna be from me not some cake” you shrug at her words smiling. The two of you ate your desserts together talking about anything and everything before leaving the cafe to go back to her dorm, KK eager to get you all alone.

She literary commented on my post confirming sorry conrad she’s mine

Last update: he basically confirmed (we all knew already) that he has a crush on her

@cosmopretty (aka laila’s wife) don’t tweak out babe.

Y/N: “Conrad do you like KK or Laila better?”

Conrad: “…both equally”

Y/N: “So you like KK?”

Conrad: “Yeah she’s awesome”

Y/N: “….”

Laila: “OooOo Conrad stealing your wife”

KK: *confused just tryna brush her teeth*

Conrad: “No-no I want Laila too”

KK: “why not me?”

Y/N: “Caroline Rose Harvey”

Laila: “KK DO YOU LIKE GIRLS?”

Conrad: ~Oh say can you see by the dawns early light~

Cassie: ~By the twilights last gleaming~

KK: *side eyes Laila*

Laila: *throws IPad*

Cassie: “… do you like my hat?”

KK: “yeah that’s groovy”

Y/N: “Conrad wanna go to a Taylor concert with Laila?”

Conrad: “that would be awesome”

Laila: “I don’t like Taylor”

Cassie: “I wanna go”

Laney: “No”

( I’ll post a real fic today or tomorrow guys )

I’m in love with Nika and Paige threes

MAKE MORE I BEG OF U

idk if it’s just me and like i never actively want smut but i need a paige and nika threesome

no i totally get the smut thing like sometimes im not in the mood.

HOWEVER

for paige and nika, im ALWAYS in the mood. consider it done.

LAILA EDWARDS AND KK HARVEY ON MARIAHS LIVE

They cleared up the KK and Q rumors

I don’t believe that anything is going to happen to Q because of the fact that people will just say “haters be haters” or “it’s just people trying to bring you down” because yes there is proof but it’s all on TikTok. Most adults ( Geno, UConn administrators ) will not listen to TikTok. Also the fact that none of the UConn wbb players will check there messages from random people claiming horrible things about their teammate/friend. Yes there proof but I don’t believe that any of the girls will watch the video if Mariah sends them. I’m 100% on Mariah and all of the females and people Q has done things too, and I will continue to try and help there case but I don’t believe it will get anywhere. Though I pray that this does go somewhere and Q gets kicked off of them team and/or out of UConn or even gets charges pressed against her.

This is so good like omfg you ate this tf up loved it I’m in love with Nika and Paige omg

Nika x fem x Paige where the fem just transferred to UConn from another country or smth so her English is not good and she’s a new freshman so Paige and Nika show her around and flirt with her.

The two older girls come to agreement that they both want fem and always flirt her. They end up confessing one night and it leads to smut where they show her how much they care for her

word count : 1.2k

warnings : smut, cussing, overstim, teasing

summary : they showed you things you never thought you would see, living up to their promise.

the plane ride to uconn consisted of nerves and excitement, you’re from São Paulo, Brazil. when you first got the call from Ellen Herman to come play volleyball for her and the huskies you weren’t never going to think about it but your mother begged and begged for you to take it, and you did so your mother wouldnt worry, the hard part was you had to leave the day before mothers day leaving her and your 2 sisters alone. when you landed there was a bilingual chauffeur to pick you up from the airport and drop you off at the university, everyone greeted you including the athletic teams except the basketball team, they where on the end of the season trip to places like Croatia and Slovenia. which brings you to your next obstacle

its early October, your classes consisted of family consumer science and you picked up extra english classes. you english gotten better over the months as you spent more time with the team and you where able to spend time around more american’s and the team. its wasn’t until the 7th game you became a starter on the volleyball court, but what surprised you even more was the women’s basketball team wearing head to toe basketball issued gear. but thats not what surprised you it was the fact that 2 of the starters for the basketball team came up to you after the game. your first thought was that they were going to walk to somebody else but it gave it away when the rest of the team behind them kept smiling at you and then laughing to each other, as they basically backed you into a corner leaving you no room to escape from the tall muscular girls. they started off by introducing themselves and you introduced yourself, you hoped the conversation would end there but it didn’t, it went way farther then things could imagine. the brunette was the first to speak up after the quiet and awkward encounter. “we wanted to know if you wanted to come to this ice cream place with us so you can see how Connecticut really is” you thank the girls and agree to their idea.

“so where are you from?” the sweet blonde asks as she has been making small talk with you all night. “im from São Paulo Brazil, im guessing your from America but shes not?” you point at the brunette who clearly had a thick accent from a foreign country. “yea im from Zágreb Croatia.” she responds flashing a smile that catches your eye “you have a pretty smile” nika just smirks and give paige a look that makes paige jealous “you have pretty thighs, princess” nika blurts before she even thinks about what shes saying trying to play it off “thanks i guess?” you laugh getting a bit embarrassed from her comment.

you and the two girl have been hanging out for about 3 months now as you recieve a text from nika that said “we want you to come to our dorm princess. we want to show you things you’ve never seen before” at first you thought the girls where talking about Connecticut but they have such different plans on what to do with you. the girls wouldn’t let you say no to them as paige takes it upon herself to open the door for you as you get fully in nika tells you to sit on the couch with them, it only takes two minutes for nika to break the silence “i dont know why you sitting so far away from us ms brazil” you’re startled from her comment considering you weren’t that far and there was no other place to sit “what do you mean theres no other place to sit?” once you say that paige and nika exchange looks as she grabs you by the waist placing you onto her lap “what about right here princess? you like this spot” hoping you could shrug off her comment but she wouldn’t let it go “i asked you a question pretty girl, when someone asks you something you have to answer them” you try to hide your face as its only been 5 minutes in to her dorm and she already has you blushing and legs shaking “yes i like my spot” you whisper into her ear so you wouldn’t feel even more embarrassed “your spot? so possessive baby” you roll your eyes looking to the blonde with pleading eyes hoping she would save you from your own embarrassment, which doesn’t slide past nika making her smirk not even trying to hide her emotions full of lust “go on baby go sit with paige, shes the nicer one” she helps you get off her lap placing you right on top of paige as paige pushes you on to her lap as she places her large hands on your inner thigh. nika saw this and decided she had enough waiting. she pushes the hair out of your face getting closer to you at face level “you want us to fuck you?” you look to the blonde behind you as she only smiles back at you massaging your inner thigh you nod your head to the girl but she refuses to take it as a answer “i need you to use your words mama. if you dont nobodys going to touch you.” you can feel your arousal already forming a pool as just her accent gets you weak “yes please, i want to”

thats all she needed to pick you up like a toddler and placing you in the edge of the bed stripping you from your clothes revealing all the spots she wanted to see. she rubs her hands all over your stomach as the blonde enters the room but except this time in sweats and a sports bra “your so pretty baby” the brunette says placing a teasing kiss on your lips. she runs her finger through your slick folds leaving you needy wanting more but she declines and makes you wait “cmon baby i wanna hear the reason you got that sexy ass accent” she speaks placing a finger right before your entrance “por favor faça-me sentir bem, eu te imploro” and with that she finally enters her finger into you finally letting go of the breath you didn’t even know you were holding as the long fingers sinks all the way in you slip out a pornographic moan that has nika feeling weak in her stomach as paige comes up next to her rubbing circles on your clit, making your legs begin to shake as nika adds another finger and paige continues the assult on your pussy licking a long stripe up your core making your hand fall to her head pushing her closer. “awww does that feel good baby?” the croatian teases you for how needy your body language is getting, you grind onto her fingers and paiges face, when you feel a knot forming in your stomach. “fuck- im gonna cum” once you say that paige runs her fingers up and down your shaky thighs trying to ease you into your release “oh really? i think you can hold it a little longer” the brunette says proving her point when she said paige was the nice once. nika knows exactly what shes doing as she pushes paiges head closer to your core as your wetness is practically dripping from paiges chin while nika continues to pound her fingers in to you not loosing speed what so ever. “pleasee, i cant hold it any more” you beg for the girl to let you release “what do you think paige should we let her cum?” the blonde nods her head out of sympathy for you as they both put you through a endless amount of teasing all night “go on baby, cum all over paiges face and my fingers.” this time it feels different, you weren’t just cuming, you’re squirting. nika sits there in shock as paige continues to try and get every bit of cum she can moaning onto your clit sending vibrations through your body. “yeaa thats it, such a good pussy” the girl praises as she takes her fingers out of you pulling her body up to kiss you. “if i knew you where going to react like that, i would’ve been the one to eat that pretty pussy princess.”

Apparently it’s a glitch because Q deactivated then reactivated her ig account

Oh that makes sense but still appertly she outed her teammates ( and everyone’s assuming it’s about Pazzi we don’t know for sure what she did say ) to a girl she barley knew for god knows what reason so I feel bad for both of them and the other girls because Q is making UConn look bad right now she should just transfer or leave the school bc the accusations that Q is facing is crazy ( sexual harassment, bullying, Minors, just being weird in general )

Someone tell me if Paige unfollowed her bc this morning she did and now she don’t look

It says followed by, but when u got to Paige’s acct and go thru the following she doesn’t follow Q

I just joined mariah2tymes ( on TikTok ) and she let me talk about Qadence Samuels one of UConn’s wbb players. I talked about how Q blocked me for commenting “awww Q and KK are cute tg” and I talked about how Q has a younger sister and should try and fix this image of herself. But I learned so much about Qadence and the stuff she has done to multiple people, to minors.

Qadence was rating her fans on live before and was like of 6/10 or 8/10 you get what I mean. Mind you these fans she was rating were minors, the chat told her they were minors and she ignored them and continued to do so.

Qadence is a weirdo and a pervert go check out @mariah2tymes on TikTok to see proofs of what Q did to her. Mind you Mariah is not the only girl Q has done this too.

Not only is Q not a good person she is a fake friend, she exposed her own teammates to a girl she barely knew. Mariah said she will not share the video of Q exposing and outing her teammates at UConn because she didn’t want to expose the UConn players only Q.

Anyways I just want to bring awareness to what she has done, there is so much more things she has done to other females and fans.

I always knew she was weird when she started reposting stuff talking bad/making fun of Angel Reese.

WISHING ALL OF Q’S VICTIMS PEACE AND LOVE BECAUSE THAT BITCH IS CRAZY

all this q drama got me to think what she done to my girl kk 😭😭

to be real i’d imagine not much coz kk refused to facetime her💀 dodged a bullet fr

People be sleeping on WATTPAD because what you mean you give me character descriptions, trailers, playlists, graphics

like hello?

IT WAS SO SAD OMFG LIKE I KNOWWW

@cosmopretty tell my why i just finished season six and they got me sobbing AGAIN

Caroline is so girlfriend

Lovers Rock

Caroline (KK) Harvey x Fem!Reader

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synopsis: kk wins national gf day, obviously

a/n: shoutout to you anon anyways super short!!!!

Lovers Rock - TV Girl

warnings: swearing, kissy kissy, literally just fluff, mentions of freaky stuff tho, tell me if i missed anything tho!!

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“Good morning my beautiful, beautiful girlfriend.”

You groan into your pillow.

“What? Too tired to let me love you?”

You can feel someone’s hands all over you. You’re lying almost on your stomach, someone else practically on top of you, moving your hair to the side to kiss the back of your neck, hand sliding under your shirt to hold you against them.

“Y/N,” the voice whispers. “Y/N, wake up. I’m bored.”

“What?” You finally manage to say, cracking one eye into the darkness of KK’s bedroom. You slept so good last night, it takes you a second to realize where you are.

She forcefully flips you over so you’re on your back, climbing on top of you with a grin that can only be described as mischievous.

“Too early for you to be so happy,” you mutter, eyes falling shut again as she grabs your legs, wrapping them around your waist and not so subtlety feeling you up. Regardless, you wrap your legs around her tight and draw her down to you.

You finally crack an eye open, her hands moving from your thighs to your waist, her hands so big it makes you’re stomach do a few somersaults- you’re sure she can feel it.

She looks at you with absolute reverence, biting her lip lightly.

“Fuck, baby,” she mutters, looking up from the way her hands look around your waist to stare at your eyes. She kisses your temple. “You look especially pretty this morning.”

You laugh, wrapping your arms around her neck to play with her hair.

“Thank you, my very happy girl.”

It’s another second of just basking in her touch, your eyes drifting shut again-

“Happy national girlfriend’s day, baby,” she whispers before pressing a kiss to your lips, one she obviously means to deepen-

You gasp, sitting up and forcing your faces to clash together in a way that is not at all sexy.

“Sorry!” You gasp, kissing her on the lips again before quickly trying to escape from her. Of course, she’s on top of you, so that’s not really possible. “Wait! Let me get up for one sec, I’ll be right back.”

She rubs her forehead where you had slammed into her, immediately frowning.

“No,” she says.

“Caroline,” you say, exasperated already.

“Um, babe, it’s national girlfriend’s day for me too, and all I want to do is stay in this bed the entire day. With you. I seriously don’t even want you to leave this room.”

You fall back against the pillows, fake pouting and putting your hand on her face, your thumb pulling her bottom lip down.

“Aw, that’s sweet.”

She kisses the pad of your thumb.

“I want to spend the entire day with you, my pretty princess. And since you’re my princess, that means you cannot leave this room- preferably this bed.”

“Caroline.”

“Why do you need to leave?” She asks, pressing her face into your hand.

You sigh. “It’s national girlfriend’s day for you too.”

“We’ve discussed this.”

“I have something I want to give you.”

“Your body?”

The sweet, sleepy smile on your face immediately drops.

“We just woke up, horny freak.”

She smiles even wider, leaning down to peck your forehead. “Love you.”

“I don’t,” you huff, attempting to push her off of you. Your denial of loving her shocks her enough to give you a little traction, and you’re almost free of her-

“Hey!” She yells, somewhat annoyed like you’re ruining her entire life. She immediately drops all of her weight onto you, pressing her hands against your arms to keep you literally pinned down- you always forget how strong she is. Until she’s on top of you like this, and suddenly her strength is the sexiest thing in the world.

“Caroline!” You yell right back, also annoyed. “Let me get your gift!”

“Fine,” she huffs, and you can’t help but chuckle at her.

“You’re a big baby,” you tease, finally escaping bed, standing up and immediately putting your hands over your head to stretch.

She comes to sit at the end of the bed, her legs wide open and eventually her hands on your hips pull you in between her legs.

“You’re so sexy,” she complains.

“And this is upsetting to you?” You grab her wrists and tug her up, letting her keep her hands on you and she follows you closely throughout the apartment.

“All I want to do is love my beautiful girlfriend, and she won’t let me.”

You sigh, finally reaching the kitchen cabinet, opening it to reveal a bouquet of flowers in a small glass of water. It wasn’t anything fancy, it was just from the grocery store two blocks down- KK pretended like she was really some big tough guy, but you smiled at the way she blushed when you turned around to present her with the flowers.

“For me?”

“I- babe. Yes, for you.”

She smells them quickly before immediately putting her hands on your face and kissing you, hard.

You laugh against her lips, choosing not to tease her for the way she’s blushing like crazy right now, and instead deciding to kiss her back just as hard. Eventually, her tongue slips into your mouth, and when you finally do manage to pull away from her you’re completely breathless.

“I love you,” she says, so seriously it’s like she’s vowing it to you. “I love you so much.”

You place the flowers on the middle of the kitchen counter where everyone can see them, feeling kind of proud of yourself- when you’re suddenly turned around and bombarded by a beautiful, ornate vibrant bouquet.

“You’re fucking joking.”

She lowers the flowers that were previously covering her face to stare at you.

“Oh, I’m completely serious. I don’t play when it comes to my princess.”

“Caroline,” you sigh, looking between your sad bouquet- at least they were her favorite color, you supposed- and her extravagant one that must have cost a small fortune.

“I love your gift,” she quickly blurts out, sensing that you’re feeling a little shitty about yourself now. “That’s exactly what I like. And I probably could have gotten you a simple one like that, too, but I… kinda wanted to one-up you.”

“One-up me?” You repeat, eyes narrowing. “You did this on purpose.”

“Nope. I’m simply just the winner.”

“Of what?”

“Best girlfriend.”

“Oh, my God,” you moan, leaning against the counter but feeling a smile cross your face. “You’re so fucking competitive, KK.”

“You love it,” she smiles, placing the bouquet down and kissing your chastely once more. Unfortunately, you do. “Okay, sweetheart, seriously- can we go back to bed now? What’d you want for breakfast?”

“What do we have?” You ask, her comforting hand pressing against the small of your back, leading you back to bed.

“Anything. Too early to cook, I’m ordering.”

“Really?” You ask, kind of shocked. Caroline was always one to choose cooking at home over ordering out.

“Yeah,” she replies, like it’s the most simple thing in the world. “Cooking would mean less time spent with you. I mean, if you really want me too I’ll cook you lunch and dinner. Whatever you want, really. Put on a movie, baby?”

She hands you the remote, climbing back into bed and opening the duvet up for you.

You hesitate for a second.

“Oh, and for dessert I was thinking that maybe we could go to your fav ice cream place?”

You think you might cry.

“I don’t deserve you,” you smile, somewhat teary. She smiles as you finally get back into bed with her, curling up into her side. She holds you against her, slightly disturbed by your crying, you can tell, but knowing they’re happy tears.

“I don’t deserve you,” she echoes.

You rest your head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat, wrapping your arm around her waist as she wraps one arm around you and presses the other against the back of your head. Keeping you there, as if you would ever want to move.

You take a deep breath, savoring this moment.

You finally look up at her, so overwhelmed with love for this girl your heart feels like it might burst. But just when you think you can’t take it anymore, your heart will burst, you love her that much- your heart simply grows.

“You deserve everything and more. Happy national girlfriend’s day, my pretty girlfriend.

She smiles and presses a kiss to your nose.

“I love you,” she replies, and those words don’t feel enough, but you can’t even describe how much you care about her. How much you need her. How much she means to you. How she makes you feel. You don’t think there are words in any language.

“I love you too.”

And, you know what? She doesn’t even say a single word when the movie you pick is the one she hates.

You spend the entire day in her arms, listening to her call you baby and pretty and just hers. She probably says “I can’t believe you’re mine” at least 20 times.

She pays for breakfast to be delivered, you battle her to pay for lunch, and as much as you love her cooking- you think she had the right idea. You can’t let her get out of bed.

She of course pays for dinner too, and ice cream, claiming that she has to spoil her girl.

And you don’t get mad at her when she reveals her second present- lingerie for you in her favorite color.

—-

Wisdom Teeth

Kamora “KK” Arnold x fem

Synopsis: You get forced to get your wisdom teeth removed and your girlfriend KK has to take care of you with the help of the team.

Today was the day you were dreading, you were going to the dentist to get your wisdom teeth removed. Not only were you scared of dentist you did not want to get them removed because Paige kept scaring you telling you how much it would hurt.

You groan sitting on the couch with Paige while KK takes a shower. The blonde would not stop teasing you about your appointment today.

“So for the next week or two you can’t have liquids no real food” Paige says smiling, as if she wasn’t scaring the living hell out of you in this moment. Your eyes widen scared “What? You’re lying- no- nope” you decline her words shaking your head.

Paige smirks, laughing at you before Azzi walks in and slaps the back of her head “Your being mean Paige enough” the curly haired girl reprimands her. Paige acts shocked feigning innocence “What? I’m just trying to help her be prepared” she whines.

Azzi scoffs “No you know what your doing now your gonna stop and go get us some water” she tells Paige taking the seat on the couch next to you after the blonde gets up. You sigh and lay your dead back “I’m scared” you admit pouting. Azzi rolls her eyes knowing Paige was the reason why. Her hand comes to hold yours “Don’t worry KK will be there and after we will all be here for you. Don’t listen to Paige she’s a dickhead” she comforts you while Paige comes back only hearing the end of her sentence.

Before Paige can say anything your girlfriend runs into the living room “Baby come on we’re gonna be late” she says grabbing your arm. Paige waves to you smiling “Goodluck oh by the way make sure to get extra cotton pads for the blood” she winks while Azzi slaps her arm disappointed.

“What? Blood? KK you never said anything about blood” you say panicked while KK squeezes your arm. She opens the passenger car door for you “Just relax please mama” she looks at you bending down to be face to face to you while you buckle your seatbelt.

The look on her face helps you calm down a bit “I’ll try for you” you promise the girl before bringing your hand up to hold her chin, pulling her into a kiss. One of her hands comes up to caress your cheek, her thumb brushing up and down. She pulls away from the kiss her thumb still moving “Don’t try to distract me we have to go” she says sternly closing the car door, before walking to the other side hopping in and starting the car.

The whole ride to the dentist Kamora tried to take your mind off of your fears. She made jokes, sung songs even went live for a few minutes, anything to try and help relax you.

“Okay come on don’t be scared” KK says opening the car door for you, and helping you out of the car. You hold her hand the whole time she helps you sign the dentist papers. A older looking nurse says your name and ushers you into a room, KK follows you both.

The dentist comes in and sits down infront of you both “The procedure will take an hour maybe longer. Now we’re going to start you with anesthesia” he tells you before looking at your girlfriend expecting her to leave.

KK comes over to you and kisses your forehead petting down your hair “It’s going to be okay mama I promise” she tells you. You look at her through your lashes “It’s going to be okay” you repeat letting out a deep breath before kissing her hand and watching as she walks out the door, before looking back at you giving you that signature KK smile.

Scrolling on her phone, sitting in the waiting room KK waiting, her leg bouncing up and down nervous for you. Though she didn’t let it show, she knew if you thought she was calm and collected you would be too. The nurse from earlier steps out and calls her name motioning for KK to follow her.

When she enters the recovery room, she sees you sitting in a reclined chair with a pout on your face and gauze in your mouth.

You look at her with a dazed look in your eyes, your head not working. You try to get up before the doctor pushes you back down “No no the anesthesia didn’t wear off yet” he says to you before looking at Kamora.

“For the next few hours she’s going to be fuzzy, not being able to think or move straight so you’re going to need to be able to take care of her. Is that alright with you?” The doctor asks your girlfriend, when she nods looking over at you then back at the doctor once more.

“KK that’s youuuuuu” you slur your words out half smiling at her. The nurse helps you sit up before giving you a once over making sure everything is okay with you. KK walks over to you and brushes a piece of hair from your face “For post op, just make sure the gauze stays in for a hour if it’s still bleeding change it. Only soft foods, and straws and be careful she might not be able to walk correctly or have balance” the nurse informs.

Kamora listens to her before helping you stand up on wobbly legs, she wraps her arms under your knees and carries your bridle style. You mumble incoherent words to her while your eyes close tired from the anesthesia. She carries your out back to the car, she helps you into the seat “Pretty KK so pretty you” you say staring at her your hand patting her head, as if she were a dog.

She laughs at you “Okay mama you feeling alright? You comfortable?” she asks standing next to the passenger seat. You mumble your words looking around in awe, KK pokes your arm “Hey you with me ma?” she asks you again wanting to make sure your okay before she drives off.

You shrug “Pretty you’re so pretty like a teddy bear” you slur out. She nods and closes the door on you before getting in the drivers seat.

The drive home was quiet for a few minutes before you start giggling out of nowhere. KK looks over at you for a moment, her hand coming to your head rubbing the back of it “What’s so funny?” she asks looking over at your for a moment from the wheel.

You shrug still giggling “Puppies and you are like magic” you say giggling harder, KK’s eyes furrow as she looks at you. She sighs shaking her head the rest of the drive home was you mumbling nonsense while KK pretended to understand.

She parks the car right out side of the dorms before turning her head to look at you “You need anything ma?” she asks concerned.

“You pretty gimmie kiss” you tell her puckering your lips out before pouring after seeing her not move. You whine “I want kiss KK right now” you demand crossing your arms.

Paige runs to the car with her phone out ready to take pictures of you. KK gets out of the car and walks around grabbing the phone out of Paige’s hand “No P she’s not in the right mindset right now” the shorter girls says trying to protect you.

“EXACTLY come on it’s hilarious” she exclaims snatching her phone back. The blonde pops her through the door “Hi girl how are ya?” She asks you laughing at the pout on your face.

“KK mean take me away from her” you whine a tear coming out of your eye. Paige wipes it laughing before looking at her friend “And I’m the mean one? Oh okay” she rolls her eyes helping you of the car.

KK comes over to you going to grab your arm before you flinch away “Come on baby what’s wrong?” she asks you following you and Paige inside the dorms. Paige helps you to sit on the couch while filming you, “So how ya feeling short stack?” Paige asks holding the phone to your face. You mumble “I feel like bird in sky with the world” you say confidently giving a half smile.

Azzi shoves Paige “I swear Paige if you keep bullying KK’s girlfriend I’m going to-“ she can’t finish her sentence before you gasp. You smile “Azzi my favorite” you smile grabbing her and hugging her. KK groans “So you hate me but love Azzi? Come on baby I’m sorry” she says annoyed at how you wanted nothing to do with her.

You pull away from Azzi, and look at KK “I forgive you if you give me cuddle” you command arms crossed. KK nods and grabs you carrying you bridle style away from the girls and to her dorm.

She drops you on the bed gently and takes the gauze out of mouth throwing it away. You grimace at her “Ew Ew Ew” you slur as she holds your mouth open to make sure nothing is wrong.

You bite down on her finger, she squeals “Let go bad baby let go” she says her other hand waving in the air. You pout and drop her finger as she holds it “Damn baby you’re evil I don’t like this” she says while going to lay down next to you on the bed.

You shove your head in her chest “M face hurts baby” you mumble into her shirt. She bites her lip and runs her fingers up and down your back “I know mama it will feel better soon” she comforts you.

She pulls your head up and cups your cheeks, you sniffle looking at her through your lashes “M love you kk more than anything” you whisper.

“I love you more mama do wanna go to sleep or something?” KK asks you her hands caressing your cheeks. You nod your head no and pull her hand away kissing it before laying your head back down on her chest.

KK’s hands run up and down your back lulling you to sleep.

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