#celly😗

[makethemhoesmad]

love you till my lungs give out

paige bueckers x reader

word count- 2k(lord)

notes: this fic was such a great write for me, as it focuses around eating disorders, which is something i’ve personally struggled with. i know this is a sensitive topic, so please, if this makes you uncomfortable, scroll away, or read at your own risk.

thanks to: literally the biggest thanks ever to @melpthatsme for dming me your idea and helping me work through it, i really could not have done this without you, so everyone thank them

also thanks to @imaginespazzi and @bueckersstrap for reacting to my random messages about this

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the first time it happened, i barely realized i did it.

“paigey, my head hurts so bad right now. like, im gonna die right here,” i groan, hiding my face in the fabric of her hoodie, trying to lock out any stray amounts of light coming from the covered windows. she runs her hand through my hair, and starts to ever-so-gently massage my temples. i sigh in quiet relief, and then she tries to pull me up to lay on top of her.

“uh uh, paige, no,” i say. i try to shake my head at her, but a bolt of pain flies through me, forcing my head back down.

“jus’ tryna help you get comfy, ma,” she whispers, bundling me up in a blanket and pulling me back into her side. she moves her warm hands up and under my t-shirt, but i squirm about, complaining that they’re too cold, even though i’ve never felt anything more soft and warm, so she moves them back over my shirt. but i don’t notice it, not really. and neither does she.

the second time, i know what i did.

“so, what should we order to eat?” paige asks, scrolling on her phone for different options. 

“mm, what if i cooked here, for something different! i can make you a grilled cheese,” i joke, nudging her arm with my shoulder. “that’s all i know how to cook anyway.”

she giggles, standing up with me and following me to the kitchen. she hoists herself onto the counter, and watches me intently as i pull out the things for a sandwich. i grin at her, moving to step in between her legs and take her face in my hands. 

“you’re so cute,” i say, pressing a kiss to her nose. she hops off of the counter and follows me to the stove. paige is just too sweet to me sometimes. i’m cooking dinner for her, the least i can do, really, and she’s cozied up behind me, arms around my waist her hands are barely touching, she can barely fit them around me and her chin is resting softly on my shoulder. she’s pressing light pecks to whatever area she can reach, and i feel at peace, in the kitchen, for a few moments. then it stops.

“why aren’t you making one for yourself baby?” she asks, spinning me around to lean me against the countertop, forgetting her sandwich beside her.

“i’m feeling, um, nauseous,” i stutter, stumbling over the excuse. she lets me go, though she looks skeptical.

“cmon, just have a bite of mine then. baby, you really need to eat more, that’s probably why you haven’t been feeling very well lately.”

i allow her to feed me a small bite, then quickly use my fingers to silently add that to whatever else i ate today. i read somewhere that to lose weight, you need to burn more calories that you eat. tomorrow, i need to burn around 800. Well, 804 now. 

the third time, i think paige noticed something was up.

“ma, this is literally the fourth time you’ve said that you’re cold. just take my fucking hoodie, i’m actually begging you,” she pleads, taking it off and offering it up to me. i shake my head, again, and press myself further into her chest, rubbing my arms to try and make the goosebumps disappear. she pulls me into her, then moves her mouth to my ear.

“is everything okay baby? do you wanna go home?” she whispers, nuzzling my neck with her nose. i shrug, not wanting to make her leave if she wasn’t done chatting with people yet. she makes the decision for me, standing up and tugging me with her. her hand finds its way to the small of my back, and she guides me towards the door. i sway slightly as we stand, blood rushing to my head. i take it as my lack of protein, or anything really, catching up to me. she stops walking, lurching to grab me by both shoulders and bend to eye level with me.

“darling, i want you to be honest with me. what have you eaten today?” i shake my head, feeling my cheeks going red at the thought of her confronting me. i look down, trying to avoid eye contact with her as my eyes fill with tears. she wraps me up into a hug, planting a kiss to the top of my head. she pulls me to the car and helps me in, then climbs into her own door, but makes no move to turn the car on. instead she pulls out her phone and asks me “so, where do you wanna stop and pick up food on our way home?” 

“paige, i’m really not that hungry, just tired and need to be with you in bed for the night. can we please just go home?” 

she nods, but looks at me skeptically out of the corner of her eye. she must know that all i’ve eaten today is half an energy drink and a piece of gum. i’ll eat something with her tomorrow, i guess. we can go out to lunch together and then when she goes to the gym ill go on a run. then she’ll see that im okay.

the fourth time, or probably the fifth or sixth, really, i don’t notice it, so i don’t think she does either.

“cmere pretty,” paige mumbles, reaching her arms out to me from where she’s laying on the bed. i slowly move to lay next to her, but roll away when she tries to take my sweater off.

“hey, baby, what?” she whines, apparently frustrated by the lack of contact.

“i wanna leave it on, paigey,” i tell her, moving my hand into the waistband of her shorts.

“but i wanna see you, please baby,” i don’t like saying no to her, but this is one thing i very rarely back down on.

“uh uh, sorry. lemme taste you, though,” i respond, moving to tug her shorts down.

“nah, come and sit on my face, cutie.” she smirks at her own words, but i’m not laughing. i scramble off the bed, standing up to black spots in my vision. i stand still, squeezing my eyes shut to get rid of the feeling. i stay there for im not sure how long, when i feel strong arms loop around my shoulders and help me onto the bed. paige helps me lay down, placing my head in her lap, then starts to comb through my hair with her fingers. she doesn’t say anything, and i’m grateful for that. obviously, she just thinks im tired. she knows im okay.

this time, im sure she noticed. it would be hard not to.

i’ve just come home from a run to the gym, dripping in sweat. it’s part of my new routine. i jog a mile and a half to the gym, i walk on a stairmaster or inclined treadmill there, then run home. normally i leave when paige leaves for practice, and come home just as she’s getting home, if not a little before so i can shower before she gets here. today, i must’ve done a little too much, because by the time i walk in the door, my head is spinning. i walk into the kitchen, sitting down at the island and resting my head in my hands, trying to clear my vision. i don’t hear when the door opens.

“baby, are you okay?” i hear. i sit up quickly, startled, then put my head back down immediately, because my vision goes nearly dark again.

“mhm, just tired you know? just got back from a run.” 

“you’ve got to take a rest day sometimes, darling,” she coos, taking my face into her hands and pressing a kiss to my nose. i nod, knowing i won’t do it.

sometimes i don’t realize it, but she knows exactly what to do.

i’ve just finished cooking dinner, just some simple spaghetti and a salad. i place her bowl of noodles in front of her, then settle down with my salad. when i stand up to get a glass of water, then come back, i can’t help but notice she’s switched our bowls.

“paigey, could i, possibly, maybe, have my bowl back?” i ask, trying to seem lighthearted.

“oh, yeah, sure,” she answers, sliding it back towards me. but when i try to slide hers back, she stops me. 

“nah, you eat that too. seems like you forgot to serve yourself noodles, so ill go make myself a new bowl.” she stands up, but i scramble in front of the stove quicker, blocking her way. 

“why would you do that, when i made you a whole bowl? eat it,” i tell her, pointing back to the countertop. she lunges at me, lifting me easily and placing me on the countertop. why would she pick me up? she definitely thought i was too heavy. i bet she leaves after this. she drags her my bowl over, twirls a few noodles onto the fork, and begins to prod my mouth with it. 

“cmon honey, just a bite. it’s not like it’s poison, you literally just cooked it,” she presses. i start to shake my head, so she moves the fork and instead swoops in for a kiss. i return her advances eagerly. hoping it distracts her. she moves her head down, pressing open mouthed kisses to my neck, and my mouth falls open. i don’t realize she’s noticed that until she’s setting the forkful of food between my lips and lightly closing them.

“it’s one bite, ma. let’s get it eaten, then you can be done.” i chew, not really having the choice to run and spit it out. once i swallow, she beams at me.

“such a good girl, baby. i’m so proud of you.”

at some point, she wins

“come here now, baby,” paige demands, grasping me by the waist and yanking me in front of her. i’d been about to climb into the shower when she spotted me through the bathroom mirror, stripped down to nothing. she’d grabbed me, pulled me into my room, and positioned us in front of the full-length mirror to the side.

“you see how perfect you are? how pretty?” she mumbles into my ear. i let my eyes flutter shut as she snakes her hand down my body, stopping to circle her finger over my clit. a groan slips out from my lips, and she stops.

“alright, i want you to keep on looking right in the mirror, ma. want you to see how perfectly you take my fingers.” i writhe against her, trying to keep my eyes open and hold myself up at the same time. she plunges three fingers into me. i cry out, locking eyes with her in the mirror, she smirks, the same way she always does when drawing a climax from me. i go boneless. if she hadn’t been holding me so tightly, i would be on the floor.

“now can you see how amazing you are? you don’t gotta change anything about you, i’ll love you no matter what. you should stop listening to what others say, because people that love you, like me, want you, no matter what you look like. i, personally, think you’re perfect. i’ll love you till the day my lungs give out, and even then, i’ll use my last breath to say it again.”

after that, it happens less often. some days, i still forget to eat, and some days even looking at a scale makes me want to throw up. but paige is always there. she’s always there to hold me, or help me eat just a little bit, or to help me lay down and relax after i’ve panicked so hard ive puked into the toilet. one day, looking at her from across the couch, i realize that when she told me she’d love me no matter what, she was telling the truth.

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pazzi again

@bueckersstrap needed me to clarify they are in an established relationship during this fic

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“azzi, everything hurts.”

“well, paige, maybe everything wouldn’t hurt if you calmed the fuck down for maybe one day? it was a recovery day, too, damn it.” 

paige shook her head, letting herself collapse on top of azzi, pushing her face against her neck.

“paige, move, you’re literally suffocating me.”

“you literally just told me to get out of the gym, now you’re calling me fat? pick a side, princess.”

azzi shoves paige onto her side, grinning a bit when she hears the older girl whimper in pain. she moves right back against azzi, tucking herself against her as tight as she can.

“make me feel better,” she demands, tugging azzis arm to lay across her back.

“i don’t know what you want me to do about that! just go to sleep and maybe it’ll be better in the morning, i guess?”

“i’m never gonna be able to sleep like this! take pity on me,” 

azzi holds in her laugh, trying to disguise it with a cough before saying, “what in the world would i even do?”

“i don’t know, make out with me or something? god, it’s like you forget you’re like the hottest woman on this planet,” paige tells her, exasperated.

azzi blushes, moving both her arms to wrap around paige, maneuvering so the two of them are face to face. she’s so close she can feel paige grin. 

“damn, so close and not even gonna kiss me,” paige whines, pouting. azzi leans in, attempting to press a chaste kiss against her mouth. paige, ever the opportunistic one, slowly moves a hand up to cup against azzis neck, keeping her close. she sighs, knowing that the current distraction from her aching body won’t work in the morning.

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“there’s actually no way i’m more sore this morning than i was last night.”

that’s the statement azzi wakes up to, and if she pretends to be asleep for just a few moments longer, before paige starts to prod her, well, she probably deserves it.

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my own hands

this is for my queen @iminlovewithpaigebueckers

@bueckersstrap also helped

just smth to tide you guys over, i have a longer paige fic in the works!

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azzi tucks herself into me, wrapping her arms around my waist. she tugs me closer in a perfectly chaste way, but i can’t help just wanting a little bit more.

“azzi,” i mumble, adding that touch of whine into my voice that tends to drive her crazy. she doesn’t answer, just whispers something and hushes me. i try to lay there, focus on my breathing, but i can’t. every time i listen to breath, i hear her breath. which reminds me im right next to her. which reminds me that i want her, really bad, but she’s asleep. i have two options. i can lay here until the morning, or until azzi wakes up, or i can take matters into my own hands. when she turns and the swell of her ass brushes against me, the decision is made. i carefully move one of my hands from around her, and slip it into the waistband of my panties. i slowly work two fingers into myself, letting out a little gasp. i don’t notice when azzi opens her eyes and looks at me.

“what are you doing baby?” she questions, placing her palm over my hand. 

“i- im so sorry az i just couldn’t sleep and i needed you so bad and-“ she puts her other hand over my mouth, silencing me. 

“don’t gotta say sorry, darling. just couldn’t sleep because you needed mommy so bad?” 

i nod, ducking my head shamefully. she pulls my mouth to hers, kissing me softly. then, she pushes me off her. 

“what?” i groan at the loss of contact.

“you should’ve waited, baby.” she shakes her head at me, and i promptly start to apologize again

“c’mere. if you wanna get off, you gotta do it all by yourself. that’s what you wanted, right baby?” she asks, yanking me roughly onto her bare upper thigh. instead of grasping my hips like she normally does, she simply places her hands behind her head and leans back to watch me struggle. i’m grinding myself against her rapidly, trying to gain any sort of friction. anytime i feel like i’ve reached some sort of high, she shifts ever so slightly, or grins at me, and i lose my focus momentarily, and have to start again. after the third time this happens, i lash out.

“azzi, what the fuck.” 

she smiles up at me, then finally wraps her hands around my waist, and pulls me over her mouth. i feel her flick her tongue over my clit, and i nearly lose it right there. i brace my hands on her arms, wrapping my fingers around her biceps, letting them curl tighter as she draws a climax from me. i cry out, feeling her moan under me. i go limp, letting her slide me off of her and curl back up against me.

“you tired now, honey?” she asks, smirking at me as a yawn escapes my lips. i nod, giving her all the satisfaction of knowing that she’s the reason why.

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putting u on my fave fic writers

@azzibuckets i love each and every thing she writes, but especially her pazzi dynamic and her fluff

@azzifudd D1 FLUFF BRO BEDTIME STORY

@iminlovewithpaigebueckers the first gal i resd and cooks every time

@leilanihours i love her stuff and her versatility

@p0rtaled oh my god, her series’s are to DIE FOR

@imaginespazzi she writes things that make me want to die in a good way the angst is just too good

@pb524830 just perfect actually at everything

@bueckersstrap celly is perfect

@issatalk the angst? the fluff? the plot? yes.

@wcbblife especially the paige as a mom fics

@patscorner her ficus often make me very very sad but they’re so good

@paiges-1vur this fluff😫

@bbydoll18xx specifically for i’ve got a wand and a rabbit series, but this new one has me already hooked

@lupinqs you might gain depression but the writing is so good you can’t be mad

@ibetonlosinghuskies she writes azzi so well

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heaven, and she knows it

azzi.

the whole squad helped with this one; anon(iykyk @bueckersstrap and my bestie @azzibuckets

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“azzi, babe, stop,” i giggle as my girlfriend tackles me off of the couch and onto the floor, pinning my hips to the floor. i look up at her, biting my lip.

“stop what?” she demands, looking at me with a glint in her eye that tells me i will not be sleeping in my own bed tonight”

“you know what! please stop fighting me you know you’re way stronger than me,” i whine, trying to wiggle out from under her.

“maybe i like it,” she jokes. it doesn’t seem like a joke, though, when she sheds her top and strips me of my bottoms, pulling me up against her now-bare stomach.

“c’mon pretty mama,” she says, her voice an octave deeper than normal. i shift my hips into a heavy grind, dragging my clit over her hard abs. i reach down, sliding my hands over her tits, making her eyes roll back. she brings her hands up to span my waist, pushing me up and down harder.

“do not stop, azzi, i swear to fucking god please do not fucking stop doing that ever.”

she chuckles at my desperation. the grin on her face undoes me, and i climax over the hard grooves of her stomach. 

“not done with you yet, sweetie,” she mumbles, pushing a hand through my hair while i lay helpless and spent on her stomach.

“uh uh, az, i’ll die,” i say. to sate her, maybe delay her, i inch her pants off, nearly passing out when i see her soaked pussy.

“d’aww, baby, did you not wanna tell me how wet you got watching me ride your abs?” 

she whines, lifting her hips up to me slightly. i love how she can switch like this, love that only i can have her like this. i flick my tongue over her clit, feeling her body jolt. i feel her breath quicken, and her grip on my hair turns almost painful as she climaxes. i look up at her, grinning with lips soaked with her.

“get the fuck over here, princess,” she demands. she drags me up to her face, pressing her lips to mine while removing my loose tank top. shakily, she stands us up and struts to her room. she slams the door, but instead of flinging us to the bed, as normal, she turns back to the door, a full length mirror hanging off the back of it.

“look at you,” azzi groans, holding me up in front of the mirror, our naked bodies on full display.

“nnngh azzi, come on,” i whimper, adding an extra note of begging to the last word. when i see her eyes go a shade darker, i know i’ve hit a nerve. she positions her fingers and jerks them into me, locking eyes with me in the mirror.

“look so damn pretty right now, so small and cute, taking my fingers so well,” she slurs into my ear, making me gasp and shut my eyes.

“nuh uh baby, if you don’t look ill stop. look at what a fucking mess i’ve made you.”

i shudder against her, fighting to keep eye contact with her through the glass. when she hits a certain spot, i nearly collapse mid-climax, letting azzi be the only thing holding me up. noticing im limp in her arms, she pulls us onto the bed, curling her body around me and tucking her hands against my stomach. her warmth lulls me to sleep almost instantly.

~

“azzi.”

“yeah baby?” she asks, her breath hot on my shoulder as she pulls me into her.

“what are you playing at right now, you just woke me the fuck up,” i whine, backing into her warm body.

“well, now i’m wondering what you’re playing at, because if you didn’t want me to do nothing you wouldn’t be moving like that”

i squeeze my eyes shut tighter, turning so i can bury my face in azzis chest, hopefully to fall asleep again. 

“you don’t need to be doin nothing after what you did to my last night,” i state, her bare skin muffling my voice. she doesn’t answer.

“baby?” i say quietly, not wanting to break the moment. all i get in response is a snuffle, and a heavy weight atop my head. 

“i love you baby,” i whisper, letting the sound of her breathing pull me back to sleep.

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liability(part 4)

this will be the final part of liability! i’d like to thank all the people who have either inspired me when writing this(mostly with angst), or listened to me yap about it

@bueckersstrap @iminlovewithpaigebueckers @patscorner @azzibuckets @pb524830

and a special shoutout to my sisterwife @imaginespazzi

also sorry but this is very short

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“you fucking cunt,” azzi breathes into paige’s neck, pressed into the wall in the locker room.

“did i make you mad, princess?” paige asks, grinning as she shoves her knee between azzis thighs. 

“so mad, paige, now please.” azzi whimpers, grinding down against paige. no one’s coming into the locker room, all teammates having cleared out in fear of an impending argument. 

“always loved hearing you beg, az.” paige whispers, pressing her lips to azzis ear while thrusting two fingers into her. she feels azzi bite down onto her shoulder as she climaxes, shuddering through it. 

“ready to talk it out now, baby?” paige taunts, grinning as a pout spreads across azzis previously docile expression. she still nods, letting paige clean them up and pull them to her car. 

in the car, she’ll let paige grasp her inner thigh tightly as she drives, and she’ll let paige run to open her door. she’ll let paige pull their clothes off and pull her into bed. and she’ll listen to what paige has to say.

“azzi, you will never, ever be the one holding me back. if anything, anything ever happens between us, i would like to hope that neither of us ever let it influence basketball.” paige lets out a sigh, feeling as if three months worth of despite had been lifted off her chest, even though it had only been two days.

“i love you, paige,” azzi says, stroking her cheek with a finger.

“i love you more, azzi, and always remember, you will never be a liability.”

-

paige shoots awake, sweat dripping from her hairline down her forehead, heart racing. all at the thought of the dream she just had. a dream where they worked. a dream where she didn’t have to search up azzis name on instagram to see her, and when she clicked on her name, spot her wedding pictures front and center, to someone else. but at least paige bueckers is probably the best known player in the wnba, right?

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currently writing a song titled “i miss my ex”

lyrics so far(to the tune of twinkle twinkle)

i miss, i miss, my-ex girl

please come get me in ur car

please come back so i don’t die

miss you and i want to cry

i miss you i miss you come back now

so i don’t kill myself

@bueckersstrap @rosemariiaa

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cancel cel 2024 @bueckersstrap

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karly’s 1k celly!

first of all, i’m in shock

thank you so much

anyway, i want to do something for you guys to show my appreciation!

for the next week or so, send in a

song lyric, song name, and artist

and tell me if you want

smut, angst, fluff, or more than one

and request for either:

paige, azzi, or kate

or

send a song lyric, song name, and artist

and tell me if you want

smut, angst, fluff, or more than one

and clarify for pazzi

i’ll write as many as i can, and as quick as i can

please have fun with them!

pazzi

hide away and i will start behaving myself❤️‍🔥

paige

coming soon…

azzi

coming soon…

kate

coming soon…

tagging my amazing supporters: @leilanihours @bueckersstrap @imaginespazzi @iminlovewithpaigebueckers @patscorner @azzibuckets @pb524830 @barbspeaks @melpthatsme @lucespeaks

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@bueckersstrap i did my nails

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hi karleigh 🐷

the pig is aloras thing u homo

hi celly😼

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hi lil bobby

okay short

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hi

such an interesting lady cel

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gtfo my inbox furry

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no joke im boutta do a hand reveal just to flip off @bueckersstrap