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Wrestlers as Types of Kisses: ii. Ace Austin - Kiss to the Wrist

Fandom: Impact Wrestling Pairing/Form: Ace Austin x Commentator!Reader / Blurb Warnings: N/A Word Count: 935 Plot: Part of your role as a commentator is being the biggest Bullet Club hater in Impact, but your offscreen relationship with Ace Austin is actually quite friendly. Just friendly as in just friends though, you definitely have no interest in him romantically, not even a little, not at all!

“1! 2! 3! And that’s another Inevitable win for Bullet Club’s Ace Austin!” 

You rolled your eyes as Matthew Rehwoldt raved. He playfully elbowed you, “Come on, aren’t you going to comment on that finish?” He was messing with you, playing up your well known on-screen distaste for all things Bullet Club.

“I’d be more excited about it if it wasn’t Ace Austin, and more impressed if he didn’t cheat.” 

Rehwoldt laughed. “Aw, come on, one little card, one little papercut, and what the ref doesn’t see, doesn’t count!”

“You’re not wrong on that last part, unfortunately, and I’m not wrong that it’s time to move onto our next match! If Ace ever stops his celebration and leaves the ring, that is.” 

Naturally, at that moment, the “Inevitable One” made eye contact with you, smirking when he saw your disdain, and blowing you a kiss for good measure. You rolled your eyes again as the crowd hooted and hollered.

While Ace eventually left the ring, you stayed under the lights for the rest of the show, manning the commentary desk with Renwoldt and Tom Hannifan. Doing commentary combined all the things you loved most - analysis, comedy, teamwork, and watching wrestling. The action in front of you and the antics of your co-commentators (including occasionally needing to wrangle them out of their arguments enough to call the action) drew you in and wiped the stain of Ace Austin and his Bullet Club shenanigans from your mind…mostly. Almost entirely. Absolutely entirely. 

Okay, so maybe your mind kept flickering back to his wink and to the way his lips looked when he blew you that kiss. Maybe. Just a couple times. 

Not that you would ever tell him that; his ego was bigger than his thighs (which you also never thought about) already, and that was saying something. 

Ace was so far from your thoughts that you nearly jumped when you heard him call your name backstage after the show. You’d been checking your email on your phone when he sidled up. 

He chuckled at your reaction, “You alright there, beautiful?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled and nodded. Your offscreen dynamic with Ace wasn’t nearly as hostile as your onscreen one. Really, you were friends. And that was all you wanted to be. Despite his flirtations. Just friends. 

“Good,” Ace grinned. “So Rehwoldt said you were saying all kinds of mean things about me on commentary again. So rude!” 

“Of course I was,” you grinned back at him, dramatically pointing at yourself, “Hello? Number one Bullet Club hater here!”

Ace playfully poked your arm, “You’re a great actress, pretending you hate us, pretending you hate me.” 

“And you’re a great actor, pretending to be a total douchebag. Of course, the part of your character that’s a total dork is all you.”

Ace laughed, “Is that supposed to hurt my feelings? Because I am proud of my nerdiness, thank you!” 

“As you should be,” you laughed too. Ace’s laughs, his smiles, they had that effect - they were contagious. 

“Well I know I’ve said it before, but I’m glad our beef is only on screen.” 

“Me too,” you playfully poked his arm. “I’m glad we’re friends.”

“Me too too!” He beamed, poking your arm in turn. “I hope we’re friends for a long time.”

You nodded, and the two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence. Well, it was mostly comfortable. Comfortable as in you felt safe, you felt secure. But you didn’t feel relaxed. He was much too close for you to feel relaxed. His pretty eyes kept glancing over at you. His broad shoulders flexed as he leaned against the wall. His hand nearly brushed against yours. 

“Hey,” There were those pretty eyes again, demanding your attention as he spoke to you. “Friends can hold hands, right?”

“Uh, sure?” You raised your eyebrows.

“So can I hold yours?” His glance flicked away for a moment before he met your eyes again.

“Uh, y-yeah,” you held your hand out, hoping it wasn’t shaking, and he took it, wrapping his fingers around your palm. You looked away, sure that you were blushing.

Ace stayed quiet for a few moments, but it wasn’t long before he squeezed your hand and said, “Hey, so friends can hold hands…can they give each other a kiss-”

Your eyes widened, but Ace finished off his sentence with, “-on the cheek? Or the hand?”

“O-oh,” you were so blushing, anyone would blush about that, right? “Sure, yeah, friends can do that.” 

Ace scooted closer to you, still leaning against the wall, his face now inches from your own. “You know, if I got this close to you on camera, I’m not sure you’d be able to pretend to hate me.”

You sputtered a bit and then rolled your eyes. “Of course I would. I’m a professional.”

“I don’t know,” Ace smiled, “your pulse is speeding up.”

“Wh-what?” A nervous laugh escaped before you could stop it.

“Yeah,” Ace wouldn’t look away from you. He smiled again before slowly, gently lifting the hand he held closer to his face, “I can feel it,” he pressed his lips to the inside of your wrist, “right here.” The last words were breathed against your skin as he lingered there. 

Your head was much too fuzzy at the moment to question if he could really feel your pulse, and you would only roll your eyes about that hours later; for now you simply looked up at him, caught in his eyes, blushing at his smile. Ace pressed his lips to your wrist once more before lowering your linked hands. 

[matchamiko]

Wriothesley is so husband shaped; those big shoulders for sleeping on snuggled in bed, thick forearms to bite when he’s fucking you down into the mattress, capable hands for kneading dough when you don’t want to, beautiful kind eyes that are the first thing you see in the morning, big wide hairy chest for leaning on in the bath, such a strong back for hoisting furniture around when you want to change the sitting room around, legs heavy and wide enough to sit on as you arrange flowers you’d both bought from the farmers market, fingers weathered from work and age sitting pretty between your thighs.

[ughdoir]

꣑ৎ jeff hardy ! point me to the best eater

contains black female reader, lowercase intended, pet names, female receiving, oral, cunnilingus, dom! minors don’t interact

jeff was a man of few words so it didn’t surprise you when a light slap was delivered to your inner thigh.

“stay still.” his command is muffled tongue caressing your pink folds as his lips settle on sucking your clit. you cry into the palm of your hand puffy lips drooling and pussy clenched around nothing.

if this was what you would get everytime he lost a match then truthfully you hoped he never won again. as much as you couldn’t take this you held on just for him.

a third orgasm looming as a familiar knot formed in your stomach. tattooed hands holding your plush thighs open, a trail of spit from your cunt soaking his beard as lewd noises fell from your plump lips.

“one more princess just for me.” his hazel eyes connect with yours two slender digits painted black sliding inside of you. he loves to finger you with rings on. buried to the halt as the cold metal stops just at your clit.

“yo-u said that be-f-ore.” is all you can moan. he coaxes you further fingers curling upward to massage your gummy walls. a white liquid coating his fingers as your pussy grips him embarrassingly.

“jeff!” you squeal cutely. he perks up at your voice the melody driving him crazy as he appreciates the way you take him so well. whether fingers, his mouth or dick you’re so obedient for him. only him.

his pretty little thing spread open. caramel skin littered in his kisses and love bites a messy bun atop your head as your features contort in pleasure.

he’s eating you again fingers moving at a speed that has you all fuzzy inside, and you think he could do this for hours infact you know he can do this for hours.

face buried into your wetness noisily slurping every so often as he mumbles incoherently. “dirty little girl, gonna cum in my mouth.” the phrase has you raking your nails through his blonde locks a streak of cobalt falling into his eyes as your hips grind carelessly against him.

“s-stop pleas-eeeee gonna c-“ jeff watched attentively knowing those movements only meant one thing. in no time a wanton sob erupted from you. cumming into his mouth as you squirted all over his fingers jeff drunkenly swallowing all you have to offer.

his hands swirl on your clit splashing your wetness with a devious smirk an obnoxious laugh knowing that he still wasn’t done with you.

“one more baby.” he pouts before licking a long stripe against your pussy the taste inviting as you squirm in defeat.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

I went to a TNA Impact taping in 2023 and met Joe Hendry for the first time. This was before the “I believe in Joe Hendry” gimmick. I instantly became a fan of his. It’s so cool to see wrestlers grow over the years and get the recognition they deserve.

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can i get ace & bey smut please 🫣

~ And New ~

Ace Austin x Chris Bey x Zoe (OC Female!Reader)

Word Count: 1183

Warnings: 18+, penetration, blowjob, male orgasm, cum play, female orgasm

Type: Smut

Summary: Ace and Chris come up with a clever way to celebrate winning the tag titles

A/n: Here you go anon, I hope this is what you were looking for!!

(Gif Is Mine)

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“Ace, man, we’re running out of time. We have to go.” Chris groaned, and shook his head. He’d spent the past ten minutes scourging through the ABC’s locker room searching for Ace’s jacket, but they’d come up empty handed. 

“I need my jacket Chris. Without it, the whole look falls apart.” Ace sighed before tossing his clothes back into the bag he retrieved them from.

A soft rapt of knocks on their locker room door caught the two men off guard, and Chris stepped towards it. He opened it in one swift motion, and laughed when he saw me consumed by the jacket. Hearing his friend laugh, Ace turned, spotting the scene in the doorway.

“So that’s where my jacket has been.” Ace laughed, and he smiled at me.

“I was cold.” I smiled up at him, waving my arms in his sleeves. “Plus it smells like you.”

“Zoe, I swear, this dude had me searching all over the room for that thing.” Chris sighed dramatically, playfully shoving Ace towards me.

“It’s for the look tonight man, you get that more than anyone.” Ace laughed, and stepped towards me.

Reaching out, he used one hand to unzip the jacket, revealing the purple crop top I was wearing. When I asked for his opinion on what to wear to the show tonight, and he suggested the top with my blue denim shorts. It was a personal favorite look of his, being as it was the outfit I wore the day he met me. I gasped as the cool air came in contact with my stomach.

“Okay, can we please go now that you have your jacket? We have a promo to cut.” Chris stepped toward us, and extended his hand to point at the door.

“Alright, I just need to grab my glasses.” Ace spoke, and I laughed, pointing to the top of his head. There rests his red sunglasses. “Never mind then, let’s go.” 

~~~

After their promo earlier in the night, Ace and Chris earned a tag title shot against the Motor City Machine Guns. Everyone was excited about the match, and I couldn’t stop smiling as I watched Ace get ready.

“What do you keep smiling at?” Ace asked, looking at her through the mirror so he could do his eyeliner. 

“I get to watch my boyfriend become a champion again. Can’t I be happy to see that?” I giggled, a wide smile still spread across my face. 

“That is going to be too sweet.” Ace chuckled, and he raised the eyeliner pencil to his eye.

“You’re so lucky that you’re cute.” I sighed, shaking my head at his pun.

~~~

“Do you like the way he fucks you baby?” Ace cooed, thrusting his cock deeper in my mouth. 

I moaned around his length, and looked up at him with teary eyes. His head was lowered, staring down at me as he began to pick up his pace. With each thrust, I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, causing me to gag. Behind me, Chris had set a rough pace, thrusting in and out of my pussy with ease.

“Look at her man, she loves both of us using her body. Don’t you baby?” Ace asked, and I moaned in response again. 

“She looks so hot with our belts around her body.” Chris groaned, his thrusts began to get sloppy. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding Ace, she feels so good around me.” 

He gave a few more thrusts in me before pulling out and stroking his cock. I heard him groan before I felt his hot ropes of cum land on my back, and a finger run through them. Ace pulled out of my mouth, making me whine. Chris brought his finger in front of my lips, and I took the cum covered digit into my mouth, sucking it clean. When his finger was clean, I released it with a pop. 

“Fuck, that was hot.” Ace groaned. “You want to fuck her mouth man?”

“Hell yeah man.” Chris replied, and Ace stepped back, giving Chris room to come in. 

Chris began to slide into my mouth, and finished thrusting in quickly. His cock hit the back of my throat, and he rested there for a second. While I waited for him to move, Ace slid into me, and slowly thrusted, giving me the chance to adjust to his size. Once he was able to move faster, Chris began to thrust in my mouth. They set two different paces, and I moaned around Chris’ cock from the feeling.

“Fuck baby, your squeezing me. Do you want to come? Is that what you want, baby?” Ace groaned, smacking my ass, causing a muffled squeal to come from me. “Hold it baby, be a good girl for me.”

“I’m gonna come. Fuck.” Chris moaned, sending his cum into my mouth, as he gave a few more thrusts before pulling out. He placed a hand under my chin, and lifted my head. “Swallow it for me.”

I did as he said, and swallowed, before opening my mouth to reveal there was none left. He groaned, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Ace began to thrust faster, hitting my sweet spot and making me moan. 

“Ace, fuck, feels so good baby.” I moaned, throwing my head back. 

Taking the opportunity, Ace leaned forward, and spit in my open mouth. I swallowed again, to open my mouth for him to see, and he groaned before I could feel his thrusts begin to get sloppy. He moved one hand from my hips down to my clit, rubbing circles on it with his thumb. I moaned again at the feeling.

“Come for me baby, I know you want to. Soak my fucking cock like a good girl.” Ace groaned. 

I moaned loudly, the pleasure becoming too much for me. I could feel myself clenching around him, and then I felt Chris pinching my nipple, sending me over the edge. My vision went white, and I shuddered, my juices coating Ace’s cock, as I moaned.

“Fuck, you did so well for me baby.” Ace said, thrusting into me three more times. “Oh fuck. Shit, yes. I’m coming.” 

We laid there in silence for a moment, collecting our breaths. After the moment passed, Ace slid out of me, and collapsed onto the bed. I laid down, relaxing into the bed, and he pulled me into his side. Chris joined us in the bed, and we all laid there comfortably.

“You know, Ace, I’m glad you suggested this to me.” Chris chuckled, bringing one of his hands to rub my back.

“Me too, that was hot as hell.” Ace laughed.

“I think we should do it again.” I stated, raising my head from the mattress. Both men were looking at me, sharing an expression on their faces. “Not right now, you perverts. I need time to rest.”

They both laughed at my comment, and Ace slid a hand under my chin, lifting it. He placed a tender kiss on my lips, causing me to smile.

“Can we get these belts off me?”

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I love this so much😍

Headcanons: Ace Austin Crushing on You

Pairing: Ace Austin x Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: N/A Tag List: @doctorbrittbaker​ @elitehoe​

This man is many things; subtle is not one of them, so you would almost certainly know he was into you.

Sends bouquets of purple flowers, but instead of a note, he always tucks one of his signed playing cards among the blossoms

Will get up close to the camera mid-match and say, “This one’s for you, babe” with a wink and then proceed to either do something really impressive or get absolutely wrecked while trying to do something really impressive (it’s a 50-50 toss up)

Retweets literally anything you post - selfies, random musings, cat pictures, ANYTHING

Purposefully puts himself in your day - like if you’re also a wrestler, he will be right there as you come back from the ring to tell you how amazing your match was

Sometimes his compliments might not seem genuine simply because smirking is his default facial expression, but he really does think the world of you (and he will not shut up until everyone knows this)

If you pay him even a little bit of attention, it will feed his ego for days

For example, you like a tweet he posts about you and he’s showing it to Mike Bailey I mean Alex Zayne I mean Chris Bey whichever tag team partner he’s on at the moment at least five times

If you actively flirt back at him, he becomes somehow twice as confident and bold about his actions.

Alternatively, he’s really shook about it at first and cannot for the life of him think of a witty reply, but when he recovers he’s going to be extremely arrogant and charming.

He gets really sulky if he has to go more than a week without seeing you, so expect him to be even more extra about his flirtations when you see him again.

[jungwnies]

tamed - max verstappen (2/4)

୨ৎ : pairing : max verstappen x fem!reader ୨ৎ : synopsis : after his big win, a social media blunder threatens their fragile peace, can quick thinking save the day?

୨ৎ : genre : romance, angst, humor ୨ৎ : tws : workplace stress, social media anxiety, mentions of anger and conflict ୨ৎ : wc : 816

part one | part two | part three | part four | epilogue

The Red Bull Racing headquarters buzzes with a nervous energy you haven't felt since your first day. Max, despite his initial hostility, has been surprisingly cooperative lately. He actually showed up to the photoshoot with the rescue kittens (and even managed to resist the urge to playfully flick one on the head when it batted at his nose, though you caught him giving it the side-eye afterwards). He even sat through a media training session without threatening to throttle the instructor (though he did "accidentally" spill his coffee on the poor guy's notes).

But you know it's a fragile peace. One wrong move, one misplaced word, and the fiery Max Verstappen you met on day one could reappear. You're determined to keep him on track, both literally and figuratively. You've been working tirelessly, crafting a PR strategy that balances his "authenticity" with the need to, well, not offend half the planet. It's a delicate dance, but you're starting to get the hang of it.

You've been subtly tweaking his social media presence, replacing the angry rants with photos of him training, interacting with fans (from a safe distance), and showcasing his surprisingly dry wit in carefully scripted interviews. You even managed to convince him to participate in a charity event, where he reluctantly interacted with adorable children and somehow managed not to scare them off (though you did catch him making faces at a particularly clingy toddler when he thought no one was looking).

But the real test comes with the race weekend.

The atmosphere is electric, the tension palpable. Max is a coiled spring, his focus laser-sharp. You watch him navigate the track with a mix of awe and anxiety, your heart pounding in sync with the roar of his engine.

And then, it happens.

He wins.

Not just a win, a dominant victory, leaving his rivals in the dust. He emerges from his car, a triumphant grin on his face, the roar of the crowd washing over him.

This is your moment.

You rush back to your makeshift office, adrenaline coursing through your veins. You have the perfect plan to capitalize on this victory, to showcase Max's talent and charisma to the world.

You've been collecting photos and videos all weekend, capturing Max's every move. You have shots of him strategizing with his engineers, interacting with fans, and celebrating with his team. You even have a hilarious clip of him attempting to assemble a cat tree for his cats, Jimmy and Sassy, who seem determined to sabotage his every move. (Jimmy bats at the dangling toys while Sassy strategically positions herself on the instruction manual, rendering it completely unreadable.)

You carefully curate the content, crafting a narrative that highlights Max's dedication, his passion, and his (somewhat) softer side. You write witty captions, select the perfect filters, and schedule the posts for maximum impact.

But amidst all the excitement, you make a critical error.

Hidden among the carefully chosen photos is that infamous picture from the team event – the one of Max mid-sneeze, looking like he just wrestled a bear and lost. You don't notice it, too focused on the bigger picture, the perfect PR strategy.

You hit "schedule" and lean back in your chair, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips. Mission accomplished.

You spend the rest of the day basking in the afterglow of Max's victory and your perfectly executed social media campaign. You even treat yourself to a celebratory glass of champagne (or two).

The next morning, you wake up to a barrage of notifications on your phone. You scroll through them, confused. Mentions of Max, Red Bull Racing, and... laughter?

You open Instagram and your blood runs cold.

The photo.

The dreaded, hilarious, utterly embarrassing photo of Max mid-sneeze, sandwiched between a picture of him spraying champagne on the podium and a heartfelt message to his fans.

Your heart plummets to your stomach.

You frantically try to delete the post, but it's already too late. The damage is done. The internet has exploded with memes, comments, and articles about "Sneezy Max."

You imagine Max's face, contorted not in a sneeze but in pure fury. You can practically hear him roaring your name, his voice echoing through the corridors of Red Bull Racing headquarters.

Just then, your phone pings with a text from Max.

"Care to explain yourself?" it reads, followed by a string of emojis that can only be interpreted as rage.

You take a deep breath and brace yourself for the inevitable fallout.

You rush to the Red Bull Racing headquarters, your mind racing. How are you going to explain this? What kind of excuse could possibly justify posting such an unflattering photo of your notoriously image-conscious boss?

You burst into Max's office, ready to grovel, beg for forgiveness, offer your resignation – anything to appease the storm you know is about to erupt.

And when you see him, you're taken aback.

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Crash Course

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

Word count: 798

Pairing: Lando Norris x driver!reader

Summary: As Y/n recovers from her injuries, an unexpected visit from Lando leads to a heartfelt confession, shifting their relationship from fierce rivalry to the possibility of something more

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Y/n lay on the medical bed, her side wrapped in gauze, the sharp sting of the injury finally dulled by painkillers. The medical team had assured her it wasn’t anything too serious—just a few cracked ribs and a deep cut from the impact. She'd be back in the car soon enough. But as she stared up at the ceiling, her mind wasn’t on the injury.

It was on Lando.

The way he had looked at her, the worry in his eyes, the unexpected softness in his voice—it all played on repeat in her head. She had spent months thinking of him as nothing more than a rival, someone she needed to beat, someone who annoyed her with his smug attitude and relentless determination. But now, the walls between them seemed to have crumbled in a matter of moments.

The door to the room creaked open, and Y/n instinctively tensed, expecting a doctor. Instead, Lando slipped in, quiet and cautious. His usual cocky smirk was gone, replaced by an expression she barely recognized—concern, maybe even something more.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low as he moved to stand beside her bed.

Y/n forced a smile, trying to play off the awkwardness that had settled between them. “I’ve been better, but I’ve also been worse.”

Lando’s lips twitched upward in a faint smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He looked down at her for a long moment, like he was wrestling with something, then pulled up a chair, sitting beside her bed.

“Listen, Y/n… about earlier—” he began, but Y/n cut him off, shifting slightly to sit up straighter despite the protest from her ribs.

“You don’t have to explain anything,” she said quickly. “We both screwed up. I was pushing too hard. We crashed. End of story.”

“It’s not just about the crash,” Lando said, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. His voice was steady, but his eyes flicked nervously to hers. “I was angry, sure, but… when you nearly collapsed like that—” He hesitated, his gaze softening. “It scared me. More than I thought it would.”

Y/n stared at him, her chest tightening—not from the pain, but from the weight of his words. This was the Lando she had never seen, the one behind the constant rivalry and playful arrogance.

“I didn’t realize I was hurt,” she admitted quietly. “The adrenaline… I just wanted to get to you and tell you off.” She tried to laugh, but it came out weak and half-hearted.

Lando’s lips curled into a small smile. “Yeah, I figured. You always have something to say.”

She looked down, avoiding his eyes for a moment. “You said you don’t hate me,” she whispered. “But… all we’ve ever done is fight.”

Lando let out a slow breath, leaning back in the chair, his gaze never leaving her face. “That’s because I didn’t know how else to deal with it. With you. I wanted to win, to prove I could beat you, but… I also didn’t want to admit how much I admired you.”

Y/n’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. “Admired me?”

Lando shrugged, his expression softening. “You’re fierce, Y/n. You fight for every inch on track. You don’t back down, not from anyone—not even me. It drove me crazy because, deep down, I knew I liked it. Liked you.”

For a moment, the room fell into silence, the weight of his confession settling between them. Y/n searched his face, trying to find any hint of mockery, but all she saw was honesty. It was disarming.

“I’ve been so focused on beating you,” Y/n murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I never stopped to think about anything else.”

Lando leaned closer, his voice soft but intense. “Maybe we should start thinking about something else.”

Y/n’s gaze flicked up to meet his, and in that instant, the tension between them shifted. It was no longer fueled by competition or rivalry, but by something deeper, something that had been building beneath the surface for far longer than either of them had realized.

Before she could say anything, the door creaked open again, and a nurse stepped in, breaking the moment.

“I’m sorry, but we need to check on the patient,” the nurse said kindly, though her presence felt like a bucket of cold water over the moment.

Lando stood, nodding to the nurse before turning back to Y/n. “I’ll… I’ll check on you later,” he said softly, his eyes lingering on hers for just a moment longer than necessary.

Y/n nodded, watching as he left the room. As the door closed behind him, she sank back into the bed, her mind reeling from everything that had just happened.

Her rival. Her competitor. And now… maybe something more.

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★ THE HARD DECISIONS LEAD TO THE GREATEST REWARDS ─── prologue

─ pairing | paige bueckers x fem!reader

─ word count | 2.4k words

─ warnings | unedited, some angst, coach misunderstandings and the feeling of being alienated, transfer-talk, nothing else? little r and p content but this is just the foundation, there will be a lot more coming!

─ ev's notes | as you guys know (OBVIOUSLY) my inbox is open for thoughts on this series and i'd love to know what you think so far, and maybe ideas for future chapters or even the plot itself since i don't have everything figured out just yet. anyways, hope you enjoy this prologue! ily all! mwah mwah

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May 2022

In a surprising turn of events, collegiate basketball powerhouse UConn has just secured a major coup with the addition of Y/N L/N to their roster. Y/N, once hailed as one of the brightest prospects in the 2021 recruiting class, has announced her decision to transfer from Arizona to UConn.

The news of Y/N's transfer from Arizona to UConn has sent shockwaves through the community, sparking speculation and excitement about the impact she will have on her new team. The timing of Y/N's decision, coming just weeks after the Wildcat's loss to UConn in the NCAA tournament, has led some to speculate about the impact of that defeat on her choice to transfer.

At UConn, Y/N will join a storied basketball program led by legendary coach Geno Auriemma. The Huskies, known for their tradition of excellence and strong team culture, offer Y/N the opportunity for a fresh start and a chance to rediscover her passion for the game.

"We're thrilled to welcome Y/N to the UConn family," says head coach Geno Auriemma. "She's a dynamic player with a bright future ahead of her, and we can't wait to see what she brings to the team."

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March 2022

The buzzer echoed throughout the court and the UConn girls cheered loudly as they ran up to their teammates on the bench. You felt a lump form in your throat as you swallowed back the tears, your emotions threatening to overwhelm you.

Slumping onto the bench, you buried your face in your hands, the sting of tears threatening to overwhelm you. It wasn't just about the loss, though that certainly stung ─ it was the culmination of months of frustration, of feeling like you were fighting an uphill battle with no end in sight.

You had come to the U of A with high hopes and big dreams, but somewhere along the way, it had all started to unravel. Your coach, once a source of inspiration, now felt like an obstacle standing in the way of your growth. And the teammates, once friends and supposed allies, now seemed more like strangers, each focused solely on their own ambitions.

Inside the locker room, the atmosphere was heavy. Players sat in silence, their faces reflecting a mixture of disappointment and frustration. Coach Johnson's voice cut through the silence, his words measured and deliberate as he addressed the team.

"Look, we gave it our all out there," he began, his tone firm. "But sometimes, the game just doesn't go our way. That's fine, there's always next year and we'll come back strong. Practice is still on for tomorrow morning, 5am to 9am"

Coach Johnson's announcement of another early morning practice felt like a punch to the gut. It was a reminder of everything that had gone wrong, of the sacrifices you had made in pursuit of a dream that no longer felt like your own.

As your teammates exchanged weary glances, you felt a surge of frustration rising within you. Was this all there was to it? Endless hours of practice, sacrifices made in pursuit of a goal that felt increasingly out of reach?

As the team dispersed, heading back to their dorms and apartments, you lingered in the locker room, the weight of the decision you had been wrestling with growing heavier with each passing moment. It wasn't just about one tough loss or a grueling practice schedule ─ it was about reclaiming your sense of purpose, your love for the game that had once been your escape.

"Fuck," you grumbled as you felt the tears fall. You sniffled as you got up from the bench, reaching for your backpack as you began walking out of the locker-room.

You heard the court doors open and some laughter, you held your breath as you ignored the annoyance that filled your stomach. You focused on your feet as you walked, not really watching where you were heading until─you collided with someone, jolting you out of your reverie.

"Oh shit, my bad," the blonde's voice echoed as she glanced at her teammates, giving you a thin lipped smile as she recognized you from the game. She was wearing a UConn jersey as she steadied you with a hand on your shoulder. "Sorry,"

You nodded quickly, wiping your eyes and trying to compose yourself. "You're good," you muttered, avoiding her gaze.

The blonde hesitated for a moment before offering a genuine smile. "Hey, you're a good player. We were all impressed out there. Keep your head up."

You managed a small smile in return. "Thanks."

As she rejoined her teammates and they disappeared down the hallway, you felt a strange mixture of emotions ─ regret for the loss, but also a flicker of hope from her unexpected kindness.

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"What are you suggesting?" You asked as you met Coach Lindsay's gaze, your expression confused as she sighed ─ you knew what she was suggesting. "A transfer?"

Lindsay nodded, her expression somber. "I hate to say it, Y/N, but I think it might be the best option for you," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "It's clear that things haven't been working out here at Arizona. The coach, the team dynamic and now the whole Alyssa thing... it's all been weighing you down."

You let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through your hair. The idea of transferring had been lingering in the back of your mind for weeks now, but hearing it spoken aloud made it feel all too real.

"I just don't know if I can do it," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I've put so much into this program. Leaving feels like admitting defeat."

Lindsay reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder, her touch reassuring. "It's not about admitting defeat, Y/N. It's about taking control of your own happiness. You deserve to be somewhere where you can thrive, where you can be supported and valued for who you are."

Her words struck a chord deep within you. For too long, you had allowed yourself to be consumed by the expectations of others, sacrificing your own well-being in pursuit of a dream that no longer felt attainable.

Lindsay hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I'm not supposed to say anything but I've heard talk about UConn being interested in you. They've got a great program, and Coach Geno is one of the best. All you have to do is agree and just trust in the process, babe."

"UConn?" you repeated, the word feeling foreign yet oddly enticing on your tongue.

Lindsay nodded, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Yeah. I mean, nothing's set in stone, but it could be worth exploring. Just think about it, Y/N. You will get drafted to the WNBA if you are at a powerhouse like UConn, especially with your talent."

You couldn't believe it ─ your own assistant coach was telling you to transfer. Was your situation at Arizona truly as bad as Lindsay seemed to suggest? You glanced around the locker room, the familiar sights and sounds suddenly feeling suffocating. Had it really come to this? Were things truly as toxic as they seemed, or were you just overreacting?

As you thought about her words, memories of the past few months flooded your mind ─ the grueling practices, the weird relationships (if you could even call them that) with teammates, the constant pressure to perform. Each moment felt like a weight dragging you down, sapping away your passion and drive.

And yet, amidst the uncertainty, there was a glimmer of hope. The possibility of a fresh start at UConn, of rediscovering your love for the game and reaching your full potential felt right.

Lindsay's voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to the present. "I know it's a lot to take in, Y/N. But sometimes, the hardest decisions lead to the greatest rewards. Just trust in yourself and follow your heart."

"Maybe you're right," you admitted, the words feeling like a weight lifted from your shoulders. "Maybe it's time for a change."

Lindsay smiled, her eyes shining with pride. "I'm proud of you, Y/N. It takes courage to admit when something isn't working and to take steps to change it. Whatever you decide, just know that I'll be here to support you every step of the way."

🚨 ESPN | BREAKING: Top Prospect Y/N L/N Commits to UConn Transfer 🚨 Y/N L/N, widely regarded as one of the most promising players in the 2021 recruiting class, joins UConn with high expectations. With UConn's storied basketball program and renowned head coach Geno Auriemma at the helm, Y/N's transfer promises to shake up the landscape of women's college basketball.

You glanced down at the notification on your phone, a nervous knot forming in the pit of your stomach. The news of your transfer had spread like wildfire, and now, seeing it plastered across the screen of your phone, it felt all too real.

You took a deep breath, reminding yourself of the reasons behind your decision to transfer. The toxic atmosphere at Arizona, the strained relationships with teammates, the relentless pressure from coaches ─ it had all taken its toll, slowly suffocating your love for the game.

But now, with the opportunity to join UConn, you felt a flicker of hope reignite within you. Here was a chance for a fresh start, a chance to rediscover your passion for basketball and thrive in an environment where your talents would be appreciated and nurtured.

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"Okay, listen up!" Coach Geno's voice echoed throughout the room, earning the attention of the girls on the team. You stood by the shorter man and somehow, you still felt small underneath his towering presence.

"As you all know," Coach Geno continued, his eyes scanning the faces of each player, "we've got a new addition to the team. Y/N, I want you to know that you're not just joining a team here at UConn ─ you're joining a family. We look out for each other, we support each other, and we push each other to be the best we can be."

"You guys all already know who she is, I know you did your research." His lips quirked up into a small smile as the girls exchanged amused glances within the team. A ripple of laughter spread through the room at his remark, breaking the tension and easing the nerves that had been swirling in your stomach.

"As for you, Y/N," Coach Geno continued, turning his attention back to you, "I want you to know that we're thrilled to have you here. Your talent speaks for itself, but what's even more important is your commitment to the team and your willingness to work hard."

As Coach Geno's words sank in, you couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. Being welcomed into the UConn family by none other than Coach Geno himself was an honor beyond words.

With Coach Geno's words echoing in your mind, you joined your teammates in a huddle, ready to embark on this new chapter of your life. And as the team broke apart with a chant, you couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation for the season ahead.

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"And uh, don't eat Azzi's protein bars. She gets angry when she doesn't get her gainz," Paige remarked as Azzi sent her a glare. Everyone at the table giggled at that as you nodded, glancing toward Azzi.

Azzi sighed. "I think that's like common courtesy, P. Y/N knows better than that,"

"Of course, Azzi. I'll make sure to steer clear of your protein bars," you replied with a playful grin, earning a relieved smile from Azzi in return.

"What else..." Paige hummed as she ate chewed on her food, glancing around the table.

"Oh wait, I got one. If Coach tells you to run suicides, just do them without complaining," Aaliyah chimed in, her tone teasing but with a hint of seriousness.

"And make sure you hydrate," Nika added with a smirk, raising her water bottle in emphasis. "Especially during those conditioning drills Coach loves to throw at us."

As laughter erupted around the table, you couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie and belonging among your new teammates. "Of course, of course."

"And don't come to practice hungover, Coach will notice and he'll force everyone to run laps," Paige added as she shivered, earning a laugh from Aubrey. "Better for everyone if you just skip,"

"I think you need that advice more than anyone, Paige," Aubrey added as she nudged Paige playfully, eliciting more laughter from the group.

Paige mock-glared at Aubrey before joining in the laughter herself. "Hey, I've learned my lesson the hard way. Trust me, nobody wants to run laps hungover. I'm tryna make sure she doesn't get too carried away, she's from U of A, that's like party central."

You shrugged, a smile playing on your lips. "She's not wrong, if there's one thing I'll miss it'll be the insane parties at Kappa Sigma."

"Ooh, so you're a frat girly?" Aaliyah teased, raising an eyebrow playfully as she leaned in with interest.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Not exactly. Frat boys aren't really my thing," you smiled as you looked down at your plate. "Neither are guys, really."

Paige hummed in response as she smirked, raising her cup in a mock toast as Aaliyah's eyebrows shot up in surprise, but her expression quickly softened into understanding. "Ah, got it. Well, good thing UConn has plenty of other things to offer besides frat parties."

"Yeah, like winning championships," Nika chimed in with a grin, nudging you playfully. "And having the best teammates in the world," she continued, earning a chorus of laughs and "awws".

"Look at Nika getting all sappy," Paige mocked as Nika sent her a glare, earning another round of laughter from the table.

Nika rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the smile tugging at her lips. "Okay, shut up Paige,"

"No, you first."

"I asked first, Paige."

"I don't care, shut up."

"No, you-"

"Okay, that's enough." Azzi sent you a thin-lipped smile as you laughed, enjoying the playful banter between Paige and Nika.

You felt yourself settle into the team more and more with each passing moment, the laughter and camaraderie of your teammates easing any lingering nerves or doubts. As you listened to their stories and shared your own, you couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over you.

These were your teammates, your friends, your family away from home. And as you laughed and joked with them, you knew that you had found a place where you truly belonged.

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“You’re doing so well, taking him in like that,” Shoko whispered into your lips, the smell of coffee clinging to her breath.

You nodded to the best of your ability; your eyes wide with heated wonder, evident as a rosy blush formed on your cheeks. Suguru continued to buck in feverish fervour all the while, driving his hips back and forth against the soft globes of your ass that rippled with each pounding impact.

“Yeah,” he breathlessly added, “such a good girl for us both.”

You whimpered as he picked up the pace, feeling as his cock filled out the inner contours of your walls; the sensation of his girth splitting you open feeling almost addicting. It was all too tempting to sink towards the inviting pull of the mattress, but Shoko kept you perfectly afloat in her hands.

She leaned in to kiss you again and again, however much she could. Her tongue wrestling against your own, threatening to keep you as occupied as she could help it. One hand of hers held against the side of your face, keeping you locked in place and focused on her lips. The other hand however interlocked with your fingers, allowing for your hand to squeeze against hers whenever Suguru got too rough with you.

You whined as she kissed you all better, your own needy tears settling into her skin. Suguru couldn’t help but go faster, almost violent as the envelopment of your cunt felt hopelessly addictive to his own chased release. Again and again, he slammed into you, pushing himself as far as he could go so that the tip practically kissed your core.

“Focus on me, baby,” she continued to purr, brushing her hand over towards your hair, pulling at the strands and scratching at your scalp in a stand of affectionate dominance. “Let me help you feel good too.”

Before you could even respond, her other hand glided towards your lower body, seeking out your clit with the pads of her fingertips, rubbing heated circles over it as Suguru continued to fuck himself into you all the same.

“You’re gonna cum for us, aren’t you?” Suguru asked, palming his hand against your rippling flesh in a conditioning spank. “Like you always do. Our good and compliant girl.”

You nodded again, only barely managing to choke our your submission in a breathless gasp, “Y-yes—“

“—Good,” he hummed, “then focus on us.”

Your legs began to tremble as a rising warmth trickled into your stomach like a searing heat that threatened to boil over. Shoko’s circling motions continued, keeping you otherwise occupied with her lips on yours while Suguru didn’t stop for a single beat; sawing into you from behind with all that he had.

The minute that you clenched and tightened around him—no, the second that your legs gave out from the violent tremor—or perhaps even the moment that you started to shudder out such pretty little involuntary gasps of untamed pleasure, was right when he too, at long last came undone.

With a final rutting push, Suguru let out a primal, guttural moan as she emptied himself into your pussy. His once taut frame leaning over your back and melting over your form.

With a sleepy tone, he muttered out something that could have sounded like ‘loving you both’ before kissing Shoko on the lips too, reaching for her to come join you both in bed for some much needed rest.

All the while you recovered in the middle, thinking just how lucky you were.