#nika x reader

[baigepueckers]

Nika Mühl X Reader

Number Ten Part 2

You took a deep breath before pushing open the door to Tim’s, the low hum of conversation spilling out into the cool night air. The dimly lit bar was packed a mix of college students filling the space, but your eyes were already searching for one person.

You clutched your phone tightly rereading Nika’s text one more time… Front left corner. Can’t wait to see you ❤️. Her words echoed in your mind with a source of comfort and the reason butterflies were swirling in your stomach. Meeting Nika was one thing, but meeting her team? You weren’t sure if your nerves could handle it.

You told yourself to breathe. Nika had made you feel safe, seen, and wanted in ways you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You spotted her almost immediately. Even in the crowded bar she stood out…her broad smile and effortless energy drawing you in like a magnet. She was mid laugh leaning against the table where her teammates sat but the moment she caught sight of you, her entire demeanor shifted.

Her eyes lit up and her smile softened into something just for you. She straightened up… already moving toward you completely ignoring the playful protests from her teammates behind her.

“Y/N” she greeted, her voice warm and filled with that familiar accent. “I was starting to think you got cold feet.”

You laughed nervously…shrugging as she closed the distance between you. “I almost did.”

“Good thing you didn’t” she said her tone low as her gaze swept over you. “You look… incredible.”

Her eyes lingered and you felt heat rise to your cheeks. She didn’t try to hide it either, the way her gaze softened as if she couldn’t quite believe you were standing in front of her.

“Thanks” you murmured, fidgeting slightly. “I feel a little overdressed compared to the team though.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Trust me, they don’t matter. Tonight I only care about you.”

Her words made your heart stutter and before you could respond Nika reached out, her hand finding yours with an ease that felt so natural. Her touch was warm and steady, in a way that melted away some of your nerves.

“Come on” she said her thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. “I’ll introduce you, but don’t worry…they’re going to love you.”

You let her lead you toward the table, the chatter of the Uconn basketball team growing louder as you approached. They were an intimidating group…athletic, confident, and clearly close…but the way Nika stayed close to you and her hand never leaving yours made you feel braver.

“This is Y/N” Nika announced, her voice filled with pride as she glanced back at you. “The one I haven’t shut up about.”

Her teammates erupted into a chorus of teasing remarks and knowing laughs and you felt your cheeks burn. Nika just grinned clearly unfazed, and leaned in closer to murmur “Don’t let them get to you. They’re just teasing assholes.”

You laughed softly finding her playful reassurance oddly comforting.

As the night went on you found yourself relaxing more and more. Nika made sure of it, never straying far from your side her hand often brushing against yours or settling on your back in a gesture that felt protective and affectionate.

Whenever you laughed at something that KK or Paige said or joined in on the banter, Nika would watch you with a look that made your heart flutter. It was as if she couldn’t quite believe you were here, as if every smile or laugh you gave was something she wanted to memorize.

As the night went on Nika eventually got up to grab another round of drinks for the you both, leaving you with her teammates. You watched her retreat to the bar, her effortless confidence making it hard to look away.

“Is she always like that?” you asked, gesturing toward her as she leaned against the counter.

“Like what?” Azzi asked.

“Charming, smooth, completely confident?”

Azzi laughed, nodding in agreement. “Oh, absolutely. She’s the worst” She joked her tone was full of affection.

Your smile widened but the moment was interrupted when a man approached your table uninvited.

“Hey” he said, his gaze fixed on you. “Mind if I join you?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh, actually…”

“Come on” he interrupted, flashing a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “It’s just one drink.”

You glanced toward the bar, your chest tightening. Nika was still waiting for the bartender her back turned to the table.

“I’m here with someone” you said firmly.

The man didn’t seem to care, his grin widening. “They don’t seem to be paying much attention.”

Before you could respond a familiar voice cut through the noise.

“She’s with me.”

Nika was back.

Her tone was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it as she stepped between you and the man. She wasn’t smiling, her usually playful expression replaced with something far more serious.

The man held up his hands in mock surrender. “Relax…I was just talking to her.”

“Well, now you’re not” Nika said her voice steady and cold. “So move along.”

For a moment it looked like the man might argue but one glance at Nika’s stance… her height, her broad shoulders, the way her gaze dared him to test her…and he thought better of it. With a mumbled excuse he turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Once he was gone, Nika turned to you, her expression softening instantly. “You okay?”

You nodded, though your heart was still racing…not from the man’s attention, but from the way Nika had handled it. There was something so steady, so protective in the way she had come to your side that it made you feel both reassured and slightly breathless.

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Thanks.”

Nika’s jaw relaxed, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “No one bothers you while I’m here” she said, her voice low but full of meaning.

She slid back into her seat next to you angling her body so it was as though she was shielding you from the rest of the bar. Her hand found your knee, her fingers brushing against possessively.

“Did he say anything stupid?” she asked her tone light now though there was still an edge in her gaze.

“Not really” you admitted, smiling a little. “You scared him off before he got the chance.”

“Good” she said with a grin, leaning closer. “No one’s allowed to steal you away from me.”

Her words sent a pleasant warmth through your chest, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly. “You’re a little over the top, you know that?”

“Maybe” she said, her grin widening as her fingers laced with yours under the table. “But I can’t help myself.”

The rest of the team didn’t press you for details about what had happened though you noticed a couple of them exchanging glances with Nika.

As the night wound down, the bar grew quieter and the team was thinning out as they began to head home. You and Nika were nestled in the corner of the booth, her arm was draped along the back of your seat.

Her teammates had all filtered out by now, each offering warm goodbyes and a few playful winks in Nika’s direction that made her roll her eyes but smile. By now it was just the two of you, the conversation flowing easily yet laced with the kind of nervous energy that made every glance and smile feel heavy with meaning.

When the bartender called for last call Nika looked at you, her smile soft and almost shy. “Do you, um… do you want to keep hanging out?”

You hesitated for a moment not because you didn’t want to, but because your pulse was thrumming with the realization that this felt like more than just a casual offer. “Where would we go?”

Her fingers brushed the edge of the table as she spoke her voice quieter now. “My place? We could… I don’t know, talk more. No pressure, though.”

Her gaze flickered to yours full of vulnerability that made your chest ache. It was clear she was trying to tread carefully, not wanting to push too hard or risk scaring you off.

“I’d like that” you said, your voice soft.

Her whole face lit up at your answer and she let out a small, relieved laugh. She stood slipping on her jacket before offering you your own. “Here, sweets” she murmured, holding it out for you. When you slid your arms into the sleeves, her hands lingered lightly on your shoulders for a moment before she stepped back.

The walk to her apartment was quiet but not awkward. Nika kept her hands shoved into her pockets, but as you both turned onto a quieter street her hand brushed yours. The small touch sent a thrill through you, and when she tentatively reached for your hand you gave it to her without hesitation.

She exhaled softly glancing over at you with a bashful smile. For the rest of the walk, you held onto each other, the silence between you filled with the sound of your footsteps and the faint hum of the city around you.

When you reached her apartment she paused at the door, turning to face you. “I just…before we go up I want to make sure you’re comfortable. If you change your mind at any point that’s totally fine.”

Her sincerity was disarming, and it made you feel safer than you expected. “I’m comfortable, Nika” you said softly.

She smiled, opening the door and leading you inside. Her apartment was cozy, with little touches that spoke to her personality…books piled neatly on the coffee table, a framed UConn jersey on the wall, and a pair of sneakers kicked off haphazardly by the door.

“It’s not much” she said, rubbing the back of her neck. “But it’s home.”

You glanced around, taking in the warmth of the space, before looking back at her. “It’s perfect.”

Her cheeks flushed faintly and she gestured toward the couch. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get us some water.”

As she disappeared into the kitchen you sank into the couch, your fingers fidgeting slightly with the edge of your sleeve. The reality of being here in her space, felt both exhilarating and nerve wracking.

When she returned with two glasses of water she handed one to you before sitting beside you, close enough that your knees brushed. For a moment, neither of you said anything the quiet between you heavy but not uncomfortable.

“I’m glad you came tonight, Y/N” she said finally, her voice soft.

“So am I” you replied, your heart pounding as you met her gaze.

Her eyes searched yours and she hesitated before reaching out, her fingers brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. The touch was so gentle, it made your breath hitch.

“I haven’t felt like this in a long time” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Like I can just… be myself with someone.”

Your chest tightened at her words, and you placed your hand over hers, letting your thumb trace lightly against her knuckles. “You’re too sweet” you said softly, your voice steady despite the rush of emotions swelling inside you.

Her lips quirked into a small smile, her gaze dropping briefly to where your hands were joined. “I was nervous about tonight” she confessed. “Not about you….I mean, I was nervous about impressing you. But… this right now? It feels easy.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” you agreed, your voice barely audible.

She leaned in slightly, her forehead nearly brushing yours. “I don’t want to mess this up, baby” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin.

“You won’t” you promised, your words coming out steadier than you expected.

The two of you sat closely on the couch, the conversation started to flow again, soft and easy. Nika asked you questions that felt genuine…about your favorite books, your dreams, and even little things like your go to coffee order. She seemed to hang on your every word, her focus so strong it made you feel like the most important person in the world.

You found yourself opening up in ways you hadn’t expected…laughing softly as you shared embarrassing stories or pausing when the moment called for something deeper. And Nika listened. Really listened. Her responses were thoughtful and her laugh…god, her laugh it lit up the entire room.

At some point the conversation turned to basketball, and she told you about her first game at UConn, the pressure she’d felt and the joy of being part of something bigger. “But you know what made it worth it?” she asked, her voice soft as she glanced at you. “Moments like this. Meeting people who make me feel like all of it.”

Your cheeks warmed at her words and for a moment, you were at a loss for how to respond. But she didn’t press, just reached for your hand again, her thumb brushing over your knuckles in a gesture that felt grounding.

Time slipped away as the two of you talked, the outside world forgotten. It wasn’t until a yawn slipped past your lips that Nika glanced at the clock and let out a soft laugh.

“It’s late” she said her tone full of surprise. “I didn’t even realize.”

You followed her gaze to the clock and blinked. It was almost 2 a.m., and your stomach flipped at the realization of how long you’d been here. “I should probably go” you murmured, but the words felt heavier than you expected.

Nika’s hand tightened slightly around yours and for a moment, she didn’t say anything. Then her gaze flickered back to yours, hesitant. “You don’t have to” she said softly.

You blinked. “What do you mean?”

She shifted her hand still holding yours, as she spoke. “I mean… stay. For the night. I don’t want you walking home this late and I’d feel better knowing you’re safe here with me.”

Her words were tentative as though she was testing the waters, but the sincerity in her tone left doubt.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude” you said softly, though your heart was racing at the thought of staying.

“You wouldn’t be, I promise” Nika assured you quickly. Her voice was calm but full of sincerity. “Really, Y/N. I’d like it if you stayed. No pressure just… if you’re comfortable.”

Her gaze searched yours and the vulnerability in her expression made your chest ache. She wasn’t pushing… she was simply offering, her intentions were clear.

After a moment you nodded. “Okay, yeah I’ll stay” you said softly.

Her smile widened and she let out a small, relieved breath. “Okay” she echoed.

She stood then, her hand slipping from yours as she moved toward the hallway. “I’ll grab you something to wear…something more comfortable than… well, this.” She gestured playfully at your current outfit and you couldn’t help but laugh.

A few minutes later, she handed you a soft, oversized sweatshirt…her sweatshirt…and a pair of shorts that looked equally cozy. “Bathroom’s just down the hall” she said, her tone light but her gaze lingering on you like she didn’t want to let you out of her sight.

When you stepped out of the bathroom wearing Nika’s clothes you felt both comfortable and giddy. The fabric was soft against your skin but it smelled distinctly like her…warm, clean, and subtly intoxicating.

Nika’s door was slightly open, you knocked lightly and peeked in she looked up from where she was sitting on the bed, scrolling on her phone. Her reaction was instant.

Her eyes widened slightly as they roamed over you taking in the sight of her clothes on your frame. A slow lopsided grin spread across her face, making your cheeks heat up. “Wow” she said softly setting her phone down.

“What?” you asked, shifting under her gaze.

She shook her head, her grin turning into a smirk as she leaned back on her hands. “You look hot” she admitted, her tone casual but her eyes saying something else entirely. “Really hot. Like, too hot for my old sweatshirt.”

You laughed nervously, tugging at the hem of the sweatshirt. “It’s comfy. And it smells like you.” The words escaped before you could stop them and your face burned.

Nika’s expression softened, her smirk turning into a tender smile. “That’s a good thing, right?” she asked her voice quieter now.

You nodded, your heart fluttering in your chest. “Yeah…It’s a really good.”

She stood, closing the small distance between you and leaning her shoulder against the doorframe her eyes never leaving yours. “You know” she said softly, a playful edge creeping into her voice. “I think I might need to make you your own collection of Nika approved loungewear. You’re making this look unfairly good.”

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t hide your smile. “Stopppp” you muttered, brushing past her into the room.

Nika giggled before her demeanor changed “So” she said hesitating slightly, her hands fidgeting. “The couch is all set up but… if you’d rather not sleep out there alone, you can… um…” Her voice trailed off her cheeks coloring faintly.

You blinked, your heart stuttering as you realized what she was suggesting. “Are you sure?”

She nodded quickly her smile a little nervous but genuine. “Yeah, I’m sure. I just thought…I mean, it’s totally up to you, but…” She exhaled softly, giving you a tentative look. “I’d like it if you stayed with me.”

Your chest tightened at her words and despite the nerves bubbling up inside you, you found yourself nodding. “Okay, I’ll stay with you.” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

You slid under the covers, your heart pounding as Nika joined you, the mattress dipping slightly under her weight. She turned to face you her expression shy and warmth. “You okay?” she asked softly, her voice low in the already quiet room.

You nodded though your breath hitched as her knee brushed against yours under the blanket. “Yeah, I’m perfect” you murmured.

For a moment neither of you said anything…then as if drawn by some force, Nika reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against yours.

Her touch was tentative, but you didn’t pull away…instead you shifted closer, your knees brushing again as your breath mingled in the small space between you.

“Y/N” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?”

Her eyes softened, and she gave you a small nervous smile. “Can I…”

Before she could finish, you nodded your heart racing as you leaned in just enough to close the space between you.

Her lips met yours gently at first, the kiss soft. But as your hand moved to rest against her cheek, she deepened it slightly her confidence growing as she tilted her head to capture your lips more fully.

When you finally pulled back, your forehead rested against hers, both of you breathing softly in the quiet of the room.

“I’ve wanted to do that all night.” she admitted her voice so soft it sent a shiver down your spine.

You smiled your heart swelling as you looked into her eyes. “Me too, baby ” you whispered.

Her lips curved into a grin, and she let out a soft laugh her thumb brushing lightly over the back of your hand. “Guess we’ve got that out of the way now.” she teased gently.

You laughed softly feeling a warmth settle in your chest as you nestled closer to her, your head resting on her shoulder. As her arm wrapped around you, pulling you close and you allowed yourself to breathe her in… the steady rise and fall of her chest grounding you.

In the quiet of the room with Nika’s heartbeat against your ear, you smiled to yourself. Feeling giddy and impossibly lucky, if someone had told you that putting on a shirt with Mühl printed across the back would end with you in her arms, you wouldn’t have believed it.

[ilovebuckers5]

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nika muhl x reader

summary - you've never experienced true love until nika came along and part of you doesn't believe that you deserve her.

word count - 1.6k

themes :

-angst

-fluff

warnings :

-arguing

-cursing

a / n - inspired by scary love by the neighborhood and dedicated to my love (not the bad parts though only the sweet ones!)

Nika's hair always felt nice on my bare chest. I felt at peace when I'd wake up to her lips just barely touching my collarbones. my hands were still tangled in her hair but I slowly twirled some strands in between my fingers. this didn't feel right. it felt right in the moment but in the back of my mind, I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve to have this perfect woman in my arms. it felt like I took up her warmth. I slowly peeled my arms off of her back and slid out from under her. her head gently fell against the pillow I was previously lying on. I watched as she didn't make a single move. I stood there and admired her messy hair sprawled out on the silky pillowcase. her fingers tightened around nothing but fabric, I could tell she wanted me back there. but I still walked to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. brushed my hair and brushed my teeth with the same thought running around my head. the same thoughts.

I can't fuck this up 

yet the moment I felt okay and comfortable, a flip had switched. a couple of weeks after that morning I was feeling amazing. I felt like everything I was blessed with was meant for me. but the second an ounce of doubt ran through my head, I blew.

"Baby who is this?" Nika said holding my phone to my face. her voice was soft and calm but part of me still felt threatened. it wasn't anyone. it was just my best friend and I happened to have her contact as "babe💞" the same emoji I had next to Nika's name on my phone. I knew that it was just my best friend and nothing more but for some reason, I felt the need to panic. as if I had something to hide. "oh. uh, it's just- no one." I snatched my phone out of her hand leaving it empty as if it was searching for something to grasp onto. I held my phone to my face as I quickly changed the contact back to my best friend's name and a red heart next to it. I felt guilty for nothing. when I looked up I saw Nika with watering eyes ready to burst. and suddenly I copied. this is the last thing I wanted. Had I fucked it up? "y-you can tell me who it is." her voice was trembling beneath her lips. I could tell that inside she was fuming and wanted to explode but she had always hidden her angry side from me so she refused to blow. I quickly stepped closer to her body, cradling her jaw. I tried to calm her down without telling her the truth even though I knew that was what would fix things. something was stopping me. She tilted her head in the opposite direction of my hand, ripping her skin from my own. "who was it? just fucking tell me." why didn't I tell her. why couldn't I? I rested my hands against my stomach trying to control my increasing breath. "i-i don't know." my voice trailed off with shaky breaths. what the fuck was stopping me. I held onto my arms pretending it was Nika. the room went quiet after Nika took a couple of deep breaths. Nika finally turned around and showed her damp face. her eyebrows furrowed when she saw that I had been crying too. "why are you crying? what do you have to be crying about?" she pointed her finger at my chest, gently bumping me back. I took a breath, stumbling over my air while wiping tears from my cheeks as fast as I could. I tried to keep it together and not sob out of frustration. "it's not anyone Nika I promise." I practically pleaded between words.

"then why won't you tell me!?" her hands flung through the air drastically.

"Please you gotta trust me, baby." I dipped my head into my palms.

"how am I supposed to trust you when you can't even tell me who you're calling babe?"

"It's just a nickname," I whispered under my breath.

"Jesus Christ." her hands were tangled in her hair as she paced around the room.

"I'm sorry" I croaked out between hidden sobs.

I felt weak.

"do you realize that I love you? more than anything in the world and if you do too you need to fucking show it!" she said with her back faced to me.

I held onto that. She loved me more than anything in the world. and I loved her more than myself.

"I-" I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off.

"no. You can explain to me once you actually know how to"

Nika walked out of the door and to her car. I knew where she was going. she drove all the way back to campus to see Paige. it's where she always went when she was upset. So there I was sitting on the edge of our bed. crying to pass the time that was only filled with hope for her coming back through the door and giving me time to explain. I slowly moved to the floor and sat against the wall instead. My knees curled up to my chest. my jeans soaked up all the tears that came out of my eyes. I held onto my shins and sobbed for the rest of the night. it was only at around 3 am that I decided to get up and change something. I brushed through my hair and changed into sweatpants and a cropped tank top. I changed from my slippers into tennis shoes before leaving the apartment and walking to campus. it took me thirty minutes to get there and about ten minutes to get the balls to knock on Paige's door. the door swung open to reveal Paige staring at me. blanker than usual. she was obviously mad and that made me feel even worse. "uh- can I come in?" I know Paige loved me and Nika together and separately so she let me in and sat herself on her couch. "she's in my room." she spit out blandly while motioning her hand behind her head.

"did you walk here?" Paige questioned while shoving leftovers in her mouth.

"yes," I said while walking down to where Nika was. the door was cracked open enough for me to see her lying on Paige's bed. no covers and not a pillow. just flat sheets. I hesitated with my hand hovering over the door knob before creaking open the door. Nika was asleep, which I was part thankful and sad about. She used to say that it was almost impossible to sleep without me. I could tell that she wasn't completely out though. I can always tell now from the number of times I've walked in on her sitting up waiting for me to come back from the bathroom. She would always have a goofy smile on her lips once I called her out for fake sleeping. I chose to lean against the wall after closing the door instead of sitting on the edge of Paige's bed like how I wanted to. I watched Nika's chest rise and fall with every melancholy breath she took in her sleep. A million things went through my head questioning what she could be thinking about. A small hair fell down the side of her face and I took no time to reach and move it back behind her ear. I guess she's a light sleeper without me. she blinked her eyes open and I wanted to cover my face. her eyes were locked with mine for half a second before she looked down at the pale purple sheets she was lying on. we sat in silence for what felt like forever until I spoke.

"it was my best friend. the girl in my contacts." I explained, waiting for Nika to even look at me.

"We have this inside joke where we call each other babe and it was brought up the night before so I thought it would be funny to change her contact to that but I'm now realizing that it was a bad thing to do while in a relationship and I'm so so sorry, I don't want to lose you and I feel like I just did you're the best thing that's ever happened to me and I don't know what I'd do without you-" my words began to trail off before Nika stood up and held her finger to my lips.

"stop." her hand rested on my hip while she stared into my eyes for the first time in 2 hours. I got caught in her eyes. her touch and her breath and everything else. she sighed and looked at the floor then back up to me.

"It's okay," she whispered while wiping the few tears that fell down my face without me noticing. she pressed her forehead against mine while moving her hands to the small of my back. a shiver ran up my spine when I felt her touch on my uncovered skin.

"I love you, Nika. so much more than you think. I'm so" my voice began to break "I'm scared that something will go wrong. that's the only thing that has ever happened to me. I get in an argument and then it's over. if that happened between us, I- I don't know what I'd do." Nika nodded along while I spoke.

"I am never. ever. going to pull that kind of shit on you beba."

Nika's accent calmed me. her words seemed to flow more when her accent was present.

I wrapped my arms around Nika's body pulling her in tightly. I pulled away to see her staring in absolute awe. her hands ran over my hair, slowly twirling strands between her fingers like how I used to.

[jemilyvsjeid]

First fic ever doesn’t have a name yet I have ideas but ugh guys this is the first time I ever wrote something lowkey nervous let me know if you have any suggestions my anons are open my DMs are open comments…be kind tho like I said this is the first time I wrote something 😭🤚

Pics for reference 💀

Guys …

Ughhh here you go 😭🤚

Tw: language?

Quick Backstory

Sasha Simmons: 22, 6'3", model with a slender build. Naturally blonde but dyes her hair black. She has high cheekbones and icy blue eyes. Growing up in Brooklyn, NY, she's a true city girl, unbothered by the chaos around her. After her father abandoned the family when she was just 7, her mother never remarried. A selfish alcoholic, her mother uses Sasha to maintain her own precarious position in life. Sasha is an only child, with two close friends: Natalia, her childhood "sister," and Emily, who introduced her to modeling back in high school. Girly pop has a hard time recognizing her beauty.

Paige Bueckers:You all know what Paige looks like, so there’s no need for me to describe her appearance or go into a detailed backstory — unless you want me to.

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Sasha

Your alarm blares, no, actually it screams at you to wake up. You've hit the snooze button seven times already.

sasha’s mom hurries through the room and throws the phone towards the back of her head

“FUCK YOU!” Sasha bolts upright, searching for the nearest object to throw back, but her mother rushes out the door before she can retaliate. Scanning the mess around her bed, she finally finds her phone, just in time to see the glaring screen flash 8:05 AM.

“Oh no! Oh no! Fuck! Why didn’t you wake me up earlier, Mom? I have that casting call for Nike today!” She races to the bathroom, all the while her mother rolls her eyes, inhaling the smoke from her Winston Reds, which have completely taken over their apartment.The apartment where she spent the last 22 exhausting, painful yet memorable years. The place where she learned to walk, where she learned about disappointments, where she realized being skinny could open more doors than being happy ever would. She never felt fulfilled. Despite winning every pageant she entered, graduating from NYU with a full ride, and traveling to cities in Europe that most couldn’t even name, it was never enough. Deep down, what she always truly desired was a townhouse filled with both parents, a dog, and siblings close to her age—maybe to actually celebrate holidays.

Her mother’s cough, loud enough to be heard from blocks away, snaps her out of her thoughts. The time now reads 8:20 AM. Has she really sat on the toilet for fifteen minutes? She’s got to be at the shoot in forty minutes — twenty on the train! In a frenzy, she jumps into the shower. Within fifteen minutes, she’s out the door, her hair still wet and half-dried, rushing to make it to the train just in time.

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Paige

As I watch the stylist sort through outfits for my potential partner for this shoot, I can’t help but wonder what this person will look like. It’s strange they waited until today to find someone, but given my schedule, I can’t complain. I know my energy effortlessly charms those around me, making it easy for them to work with me, even if it's an inconvenience. While it feels good to receive such attention, I must admit it’s also awkward to have everything done for me. Glancing in the mirror, I remind myself that I truly earned this moment. The countless hours I spent on the court led to my recruitment by the best program in the country, paving the way for my success and growth as a leader. I’ve faced adversity over the past couple of years, but each challenge has helped me learn more about myself, and for that, I’m eternally grateful.

Robbie, the casting director, enters, enthusiastically explaining that he's looking for someone who's my complete opposite. We've gone over this several times, but his vision of this “dream girl” seems to intensify with each discussion. He hands me a piece of paper.

1.Jet black hair

2.Icy blue eyes

3.Sharp features

4.Tall

5.Shalom Harlow with a twist

With an incredulous expression, I ask, “How is this the opposite of me?” He chuckles and surveys me with a quick up-and-down glance (classic sassy gay man), saying, “Well, love, this dream girl will be the black cat to your golden retriever vibe. Sure, you both have similar eyes and features, but you're kind and sweet; this girl will walk into the room with a cold energy that’s anything but sunshine”.

“Oh wowww, you really have quite an imagination,” I reply, slightly annoyed by his specificity, as if such a person even exists. “Shalom Harlow with a twist?” I murmur again, baffled. She’s one of the hottest models out there, yet I can’t fathom meeting anyone close to that in real life.Let alone at a Nike shoot.Dropping the paper on the table, I walk over to the window, where the breathtaking views of New York City never fail to captivate me. So many experiences, so many stories. I can’t help but wonder what our “dream girl” is doing right.

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Sasha

Glancing at my phone, I realize I should be right on time. My hair has fully dried, but it's slightly puffy now. If only I had a few extra minutes to fix myself! The casting call requested no makeup and natural hair—just blow-dried, nothing styled. They asked for jeans and a tee, preferably with sneakers, as they wanted to see how we “carry ourselves.” Silly, but I guess there’s a reason behind everything. I press the button for the 18th floor and take a deep breath to calm my nerves. Despite never feeling confident, I've mastered the act well enough that anyone who sees me is impressed. As the elevator doors slide open, I’m greeted by what seems to be at least seventy girls, most already clustered in little groups. Casting a glance around, I note several familiar faces from previous shoots, some of whom are friends of Emily's. As I approach, the only thing I can hear is the name “Paige” around me. Who’s Paige ?

“Hey, you guys!!” I say with the most artificial smile I can muster. “I’ve missed seeing you! How is everyone?” To be honest, I could hardly care less about any of them, but networking is crucial in this industry. As we chat, I mention the mysterious Paige, “So who is this Paige girl? Is she a new model we should be watching out for?” Dolia giggles, giving me a pointed look before saying, “How do you not know who you might be shooting with? At this point just forget about even being here.” She bursts out laughing obnoxiously, solidifying my reasons to not befriend any of these people ever. Hannah, grinning from ear to ear, chimes in, “It’s Paige Bueckers! The basketball player from UConn! How do you not know this?” This is the second time I’m hearing about her; the first was when Emily’s roommate lost her mind over some “talent show” she joined last spring on her live. I still don’t know who this girl is, and frankly, I don’t care. I’m here to work with a major brand, and this could be my ticket to fashion week — possibly an invitation to the upcoming shows. After being ghosted by brands I’d previously collaborated with, last year’s New York Fashion Week made me a recluse.

Just then, the casting director bursts into the room, announcing his last-minute requirements. I dread these moments. “If you don’t have jet black hair, you can leave,” he shouts. As most girls exit, that dwindles to at least twenty of us. Then he states, “Anyone under 6 feet tall can leave,” and that knocks out even more girls. Now there are only fourteen of us left, mere minutes ago there were so many. My thoughts wander as I scan the room and catch sight of a tall blonde just a few feet away from the other room. She’s beautiful—really beautiful—and her laughter makes her glow like… sunshine? “If you don’t have blue eyes, you may exit, and thank you for coming,” the director retorts, pulling me back into reality. We’re now down to just five girls, all looking like identical versions of each other. We're ushered into a room where we're given instructions about what’s to come. I’m the last to go, thankful I can drift for a moment. Hunger and fatigue creep in, but I push it aside.I can’t help but drift back to the girl I saw by the door. I wonder who she is…

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Paige

Robbie steps into the room, informing me that the number of girls has drastically decreased, and it’s almost time for the shoot. He gestures for me to follow him to another room where I’ll essentially rate the remaining girls. It feels somewhat wrong to assess others this way, but I suppose it's necessary. The first girl walks in—gorgeous, resembling Lauren Jauregui in build and hair type. She’s asked to walk, but struggles to keep up with the beat; she doesn’t stand out. The next girl has shoulder-length hair, giving major Kendall Jenner vibes. Another pretty face, but again, nothing memorable. As I zone out I can hear Robbie buzzing in my ear that we have one last person, and then we are done. Rubbing my temples in frustration, I suddenly hear footsteps approaching.A raspy but sweet voice breaks the tension: “Good morning, I’m Sasha Simmons.” My focus shifts back to the door, and time seems to freeze. The girl walking in ticks off every box. She exudes a captivating energy that pulls me in like a magnet. Our eyes lock, and it feels as if we can't look away from each other. This girl is it. She’s the “dream girl” for both Robbie and, I think, for me too.

As I shift my body and quickly adjust my top, pushing my hair back, I break eye contact with a nudge from Robbie. “I think we found the one,” he whispers excitedly. But like everyone else, he asks her to walk, which she does effortlessly. The silence in the room deepens as Robbie thanks her and tells her to step outside. Confusion knots my stomach as I jerk my head back at him, questioning why he asked her to step out. He brushes it off, mentioning it’s part of a procedure. Filling out a couple of papers, he then directs me to step into another room.

“I’d like to stay,” I insist, but he gives me a sharp look, stating it wouldn't be very professional for me to witness the one-on-one rejection talk. Reluctantly, I accept it and walk to the other room, still in awe. I finally know who the dream girl is… Sasha Simmons.

Sasha

As I’m asked to walk into the room, my eyes are immediately drawn to the blonde girl I spotted at the door earlier. Our gazes lock, and I notice her fidgeting with her top and running her fingers through her hair. A surge of curiosity hits me—did I make her nervous?.... Why would she feel that way around someone like me? She must be used to receiving attention from all the girls surrounding her.

I shift my focus back to the director, who gestures for me to walk for him. With a few swift notes taken, he thanks me and asks me to step out. The whole encounter was alarmingly brief, leaving me lowkey panicked; maybe I wasn't what they were looking for. I can practically count the minutes I spent in that room on my fingers.I make my way to a nearby seat, trying to steady my breath. One by one, the other girls are called back in for the results.

As I sit in my corner, I feel my mind dissociate from the chaos around me—at least now I know who Paige Bueckers is...

••• if you got all the way here thank you so so much for reading like I said it my first time ever writing anything. I’m open to suggestions and comments.I only read over it a couple of times so there might be mistakes. Let me know what you guys want for the next part I kinda have an idea on what I wanna go off of but you’re the reader lol let me know anons DMs everything’s open.

[snowywolf1005]

JOYBOY X LUNA READER

When I was at my cousin house watching mickey Mouse season 3 episode 16. Called Ku'u Lei Melody. And I fell in love with this episode!!

So I decided to write a story of how joyboy and luna first met. Like joyboy heard luna song, and he was trying to look for her.

It was about 900 years ago.

Joyboy was walking around the beach sand, and he rescued the slave people from their owner.

Then he heard someone singing, joyboy look around to see who was singing and saw a beautiful woman singing while dancing.

She was standing a rock with water splashing each other. Joyboy heart starts to beat, and he listens to her singing. 'I wonder who she is?' Joyboy thought, have his eye close.

A few seconds later, she stopped singing joyboy and opened his eyes to see she disappeared.

"Where did she go?" He says, looking around but no sign of her. Joyboy went back to people he just saved.

He told them about the woman. Which one of them responded, "That luna! Joyboy, she is from Mexico, she dances and sings when it is the full moon, at night"

Full moon. So joyboy wait when it's full moon, then he sreach, but no luck. Until he finally heard the same voice.

Joyboy follows the voice, looking for the beautiful lady, and he finally finds her. She was standing on the road in the middle of the lake, still dancing and singing. (Singing the Pua Nani ē)

Joyboy eye turns to hearts, and then he steps on a stick, luna heard this, and she disappeared in the blink of the eye.

"No! Come back, I want to tell you something!" But it was too late, joyboy was sad. Time after time Luna keep dispersing when ever joyboy was near.

Joyboy was heartbroken. That his true love went away, the next day joyboy was sad.

The people try to cheer him up and try to help him to luna. But no. Joyboy was walking around the beach looking at the rock that he saw luna dancing.

Then he heard her voice again, and he followed the song, and he finally found her. Luna was just sitting at the rock, singing while brushing her hair.

Luna saw joyboy, "Wait! Don't leave! I wanted to say that I love you." He said. Luna blushing, "I also love you too" she says.

"Then why you keep running away from me?" He asks, "well, I'm shy. I'm sorry for running away." Said luna.

So joyboy and luna get along, and they make their song.

Luna: Lalalala

Lalalala

Lalalalala

Lalalalalala

Ku'u pua, (My beautiful flower)

Ku'u pua nani ē (My pretty, beautiful flower, indeed)

Joyboy: Aloha, (Hello) (luna: Ku'u pua mean my beautiful flower)

Aloha, (O'Lehua) (Hello) (luna: from lehau)

E mele (Ku'u pua) (I love your) (My beautiful flower)

Pua nani ē (Ne ene'e mai) (Beautiful flower song)

(Come close to me, beautiful flower song)

Aloha (Ku'u pua) (Hello) (My beautiful flower)

Both: Ku'u pua nani ē

Aloha 'oe. (My beautiful pretty flower, indeed

Farewell to you)

Thanks for reading!

[yourmomsfavouritegirl]

How would we feel about me starting to write one shots here?🤔 Let me know if you want me to do this who you want it to be with. See y'all soon!!

[markgraysons1girlfriend]

I HATE WHEN PEOPLE WRITE THINGS LIKE “You tied your long, straight hair into a ponytail” bro I am BLACK I DO NOT HAVE STRAIGHT HAIR!!! AND ALSO “Your face turned as red as a strawberry/tomato” once again I am BLACK. LEAVE US BLACK READERS ALONEEEEEE!!!

Also make more Sun God Nika/Gear 5 Luffy x Reader. I love that guy

[pbnbucks]

Can you do another Paige X Nika X Reader where the reader gets punished please

word count : 1.5k

warnings : cussing, smut, straight filth.

summary : fem flirts with aubrey as a joke.

you and aubrey where on the couch with your hand pinching aubreys cheek as you tell her how she looks like a cute little baby. what you didn’t know was nika and paige watched behind your kitchen island silently observing the interaction.

“yup, very cute isnt she y/n, sorry aubrey but y/n has a bunch of homework to do, isnt that right?” you quietly agree with paige knowing it had nothing to with that, as her unapologetic tone made it clear.

aubrey side eyed you as if she knew what was going on, knowing that as soon the door closed behind her, the twins would be all on you. which she was right because when she left they both looked at you as if you where to step on a puppy’s paw.

“so what the fuck was that all about huh?” nikas defensive town throwing you off as you saw no wrong in what you did. they both where on edge all days assuming it was just there breaking point.

you didn’t take them serious as you shrugged them off leaving them standing alone in the living room which pissed them of more because they stayed on your trail following right behind you into the bedroom.

“fucking answer me” she held you tight to her sizing you down as she had your back pressed against your stomach while her hands laid on your hips. her breath hitched feeling it run down your neck making your back arch at the feeling.

“nika it was nothing and you know that.” nika did know it, but she couldnt help it. paige too, they both would go to war for you and it helped you sleep at night knowing they’re here for the thick and thins.

“get on the bed and strip” nika wouldn’t let her dominant wall fall as she lightly pushed you down on the silk sheets as her large hand pressed down on your lower stomach. nika left to the closet and you knew exactly why.

paige looked at your body with no emotion as her soft fingers tugged at your clothing leaving you in nothing, smiling at the sight of your perky nipples and your semi wet clit as your cunt clenched around air needy for their touch.

“not yet baby, just wait.” paige coos before removing her clothes as well and pushing you to your knees. her wet core sitting in front of you looking up for her approval before gaining it.

with that your lips attached to her clit, swirling her sensitive bundle of nerves with your tongue as her seductive moans filled your thoughts turning you on by the second. nika returned with the pink strap in her right hand with a vibrator in her left hand.

she placed the vibrator next to paige on the bed as her dark pupils looked at you. your tried to ignore her focusing on pleasing paige as your hair was pulled into a make shift ponytail by nika pushing your face closer into paiges core.

“open wider, i can’t see how pretty she looks eating you out” nika practically was drooling at the sight of you both. you watched as nikas lips attached to paige as they both ran their hands roaming each others bodys. nika pulled away grasping for air as her glare returned to you.

“feels so fucking good” paige whined tugging at your hair as her world comes crashing down. her legs tensed around your head as her back arched shoving her sopping cunt closer to you as her juices smeared all over your chin.

“yeah? gonna cum? gonna give it to her paige?” nika adding fuel to paige reaching for her orgasm, with nikas help paiges liquids came down spilling out of her cunt as you licked every bit of her up swallowing what was left over.

“such good fucking girls.” nika coos pulling you to your feet pushing you harshly on your stomach right next to paiges fucked out body before she quickly put her strap on. she flipped you on to your back as paige rolled over to you pressing the pad of her finger harshly on your clit.

you grunt at the feeling which was soon cut off by nika thrusting into your tight cunt breaking through your tense walls that gripped on to the silicone. you reached for her arm to stable yourself only for them to be pinned above your head as her head dipped into the crook of your neck peppering kisses.

“such a fucking slut” she sounded a whisper that was stern before coming back from your neck to look you in your eyes. you tried to kiss her only for her to pull away denying it still obviously upset, which made you whine by her actions. you felt paiges hand run from your clit up to your perky tits teasing your nipples as she circled them with her tongue.

“nika please, kiss me. im so fucking sorry” your embarrassing whines a begs for the girl that is so clearly obsessed with you who’s now punishing your for the most unnecessary thing. paige who was quick to speak up for your grinning with a wide smile plastered across her gorgeous face.

“c’mon, she’s asking you to kiss her so nicely” paige teased earning a glare from nika before moving her head but your sensetive buds planting kisses in your upper breast before pressing your breast against her horny face.

“she doesn’t deserve it and she fucking knows it” nika growled as her free hand came to your lower stomach pressing down on the spot she saw bulging up with each thrust making your walls clench around her cock.

you tried to push her away with your feet only for her hands to be replaced with your thighs as she slapped your inner thigh unpleased with your actions as the pleasuring feeling become to much sending your mind blank with slutty thoughts.

“keep going, you don’t deserve a break" her tone seductive but loving echoed throughout practically the whole building. your crys as her hips met yours burning your sensitive skin with each thrust.

“would aubrey ever fuck you like this princess?” nika trying to push you over the edge to your breaking point, knowing you could do so much better for her, except you were brain rotted with her cock unable to do anything.

“not even fucking close nika” you felt your walls clench around her, while the burning not in your stomach formed pulling closer to your release, while it didn’t slip past nika noticing your actions right away.

“doing so good for me baby" you whined at her words while she continuously pulled you down her toy while your hands roamed over her toned abs leaving you start struck with her gorgeous body as she hovered over you fucking you relentlessly into the bed.

“need to cum so fucking bad nika” you knew with nika it wouldn’t be easy to convince her that easy to let you off without a punishment, you knew she would make you work for it. as with paige she was the obvious nicer one always letting you have your way as long as you gave her the pretty fuck me eyes.

“going to have to beg for it baby.” her words not suprising you but some what annoying you as you didnt want her to think she was in the right about the punishment. you decided to try and tick her off by not taking her serious.

“please nika i need it” paige laughed at your dry response bringing her finger to your clit rubbing slow sweet circles on your bundle of nerves that desperately needed a break from nikas assault on your cunt.

“unt unt, you can do better then that pretty” nika noticing the shift in your mood as you continued to try and edge her on. her rapid pace was a good fit in your cunt as she filled your needy pussy up.

“nika please im so fucking sorry, i need to cum all over you. please” with your attitude not falling as the words practically came out of your ass, because you would do anything you needed to for your pleasure and release.

“good girl, go on. cum on mommy’s cock” her words where music to your ears when you let your liquids spill out and coat the silicone as you chased your release slightly fucking yourself back on to her.

“you going to play in our faces again?” she grabbed your chin holding your face to her as her words sent a shock as she left you empty and in your high as you weren’t expecting her to cut it that short leaving you without cuddles but instead replacing it with a kiss.

“how could this pretty face ever do that?” paige squishing your cheeks together as if you where a toddler, then giving you sweet soft kisses as nika rolled her eyes at you to while you both continued to make fun of her.

[jareaul0ver]

I’m IN LOVE with your Nika content. Maybe I’ve seen too many edits where she looks pissed but would you maybe ever write something about her being more rough with you for the first time ?🫢🫣

wc: 1.4k warnings: pure filth below, pissed off nika, strap on usage r!receiving but nika still getting off, sucking the strap, overstimulation, rough handling, biting, cursing, boobs! pairings: nika x fem!reader

Nika’s hands held a firm grip on your ass as she kissed you hard. You barely had time to ask why she looked so pissed off before she was on you. You couldn’t complain, though, not when she trailed down to your neck and nipped at it with her teeth.

She elicited a groan from you and it only made her grip on your ass tighten. Surely you would wake up the next morning with bruises in the shape of fingerprints from how hard she was holding you.

Her teeth sunk into the sweet spot on your neck and you sucked in a sharp breath. “Nika,” you mumbled. She ignored you and continued her assault on your skin, leaving bite marks all over your neck.

You gently pushed her off of you and her eyes immediately met yours. They were usually soft and filled with affection for you, but right now they only looked lustful and pissed.

After starting at her for a moment, you shook your head and lifted your shirt off and threw it to the ground. Nika moved forward and reconnected her lips to your neck, slowly making her way down to your collarbone.

Her hands slipped underneath your thighs and lifted you up. You gasped at her actions and quickly wrapped your arms around her neck and your legs around her waist for stability even though she was strong and you knew she could carry you easily.

Her lips were attached to your neck as she slowly carried you into your bedroom. She sat you on the edge of the bed and looked down at you before practically ripping your bra off.

She eyed your chest and bit her bottom lip before speaking. “Strip, I’ll be back.” She said firmly before turning around and walking to her bedroom.

You were a little confused, but knew better than to disobey her right now, so you stripped into nothing. You discarded your clothes on the floor and sat there waiting for Nika to return.

Once she finally walked back into the room, your lips parted and eyes widened. She was fully naked, like you, except for the harness with a strap on around her waist.

“Nika-“ you breathed out as she walked over to you and grabbed your chin.

“Hm?” Her grip was strong on your face. Her thumb ran over your lip and she spoke hoarsely. “Open.” You obeyed and she placed her thumb on your tongue. You closed your mouth around it and sucked for a second before she pulled it out.

She gathered a handful of your hair and pushed you down off the bed and onto your knees. You looked at the fake dick hanging from her waist. It wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t small by any means; it was probably the biggest thing you were going to take.

Your eyes darted up to hers and she saw the concerned look in them. Her face softened and her hand fell to caress your jaw. “If you don’t want this, we don’t have to do it.” Her thumb stroked your cheek. “But if you do, I’m not holding back, bebo.”

You swallowed nervously and nodded. “Okay.”

Nika nodded back at you before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your head. Her one hand gripped your hair while the other held the base of the strap. She tapped the tip of it against your lips.

You opened your mouth and she slid it in. A small groan left her lips at the sight of you about to suck her off. She thrusted forward slowly and your hands reached around her thighs for support.

She hit the back of your throat, making you gag, and she cursed under her breath. That finally set her off. She started slowly fucking your face with the strap. The tip hit the back of your throat over and over, and although it was something you weren’t used to, you felt heat pooling at your pussy.

Tears pricked at your eyes and you gazed up at her. She pulled the strap out of your mouth and you let out a deep breath. She wasn’t finished, though. She pulled you up to her before pushing you onto your back on the bed.

You scooted back and she crawled onto the bed after you, leaning on her knees. She took the strap and tapped it against your clit. You moaned and bucked your hips a little. Without warning, she lined herself up with you and slid it into your cunt.

You threw your head back against the pillow at the sensation of her being in you. It burned, but it burned good. She moved slowly at first, letting you adjust, but she was getting as needy as you were.

The base of the strap was hitting her clit perfectly. Her thrusts quickly picked up and she leaned over you. Her hands gripped your tits for support, and you cried out at the touch.

Your arms flung around her neck and scratched at the base of it. She leaned down further, her hand landing near your ear as she pounded into you. She groaned at the noises you were making, and felt herself getting closer to cumming.

You were on a whole other planet at this point. She was fucking you relentlessly and you felt the knot in your stomach tightening. “Fuck, Nika I’m- I’m gonna cum.” You whined, your words flowing right into her ear.

She reached down with one of her hands and rubbed small circles on your clit. You threw your head back and arched your body up into hers. The both of you were getting close to finishing. Nika’s hits jutted against yours erratically as her core tensed up.

The strap wasn’t doing much for her pleasure anymore, but your consistent whines and pleads were incredibly close to finishing her off. With a few more thrusts of her dick and circles on your clit, you came, her name spilling out of your mouth.

This sent her over the edge. She kept thrusting into you, but she slowed her pace to allow for you to both ride our your highs. She smashed her lips back onto yours and you kissed her dazedly.

She wasn’t finished with you, though. After you had caught your breath, she flipped you to be on top of her, the strap still in your dripping cunt. You gasped when she thrusted up into you.

“Nika I- I can’t.” You muttered through heavy breaths as she pumped in and out of you.

Her hands tightly gripped your ass and helped bounce you on the strap. “Yes you can.” She growled and you threw your head back. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you took over, moving yourself up and down.

You were incredibly sensitive, and so was she, so it didn’t take long for the knots in your cores to build back up again. The sound of your ass hitting her legs while you fucked yourself on the strap made Nika shudder.

“Just like that.” She bit her bottom lip and thrusted up into you. A few tears ran down your face at the feeling, and you swore you saw God as you came again.

Nika kept going, she was greedy and needed to cum again. You were so overstimulated and fucked out, but you refused to deny her another orgasm. With another few thrusts, she came with a loud moan, her grip on your ass incredibly bruising.

You came again and your body slumped. Your chest fell onto hers and you pleaded in her ear. “No more, please.”

She nodded and gently pulled out of you, a small gasp coming from your lips at the empty sensation. She shuffled out of the strap and tossed it onto the floor next to your bed.

Her hands ran up your spine and she rubbed your back soothingly. “Are you okay? Was it too much?” She whispered in your ear, the soft Croatian girl you usually knew coming back.

You shook your head. “No, no, I’m okay. I just..” You kissed her neck softly and she hummed. “I’ve never felt that fucking good before.”

She laughed into your ear and smiled. You spoke again. “Maybe I should get you pissed off more often if it’s gonna end up like this.”

She gripped your sides and you yelped. “Don’t even think about it.” She husked against your ear, earring a small giggle from your lips.

[girlokwhatever]

reguest idea: would u wanna write smth when reader does hickeys to paige and paiges teamates see them and start teasing her? with the smut??

𝄞˚˖.🎀༘⋆·˚ ༘₊·➳‧₊* ‧₊ marks of my love,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

“shit-”

you’re straddling paige, grinding down on her as you glide your lips down her neck. you suck starting behind her ear, trailing marks of your love along her body. the dark purple hue glows almost immediately and you pull back to admire your girlfriend. hickeys scatter her neck, chest, and shoulders.

“s’pretty paigey. wanna fuck you so bad.”

“please baby..”

within a second you’re between her legs, pushing them apart. your lips attach to her thighs like second nature, sucking and licking until you’re satisfied with the deep purple hue. she’s moaning, hand in your hair with a tight grasp.

“don’t tease-”

she doesn’t have time to finish her statement because you’re pulling away from her skin with a pop. you roll your eyes at being rushed but your cheeks are flushed from her desperation. you grab her boxers, pulling them down her legs before returning to your original spot. she places both hands on the back of your head now, pulling you into her cunt with force. you accept it and enjoy it, reveling in the taste of your girlfriend.

you both moan at the same time, the first touch almost too much for either of you. your breathy moan sends shivers up her spine and shocks her clit, making her body jolt slightly. she immediately pulls you closer, shoving your face into her wetness. it’s coating your chin and nose and you don’t even care. you suck and lick every since of skin you can reach, moaning out about how good she tastes.

you push your tongue into her, feeling the ecstasy from the way her body sucks you in. working on her weeping hole with your tongue, you find importance with your hands by toying with her clit. paige praises you, egging you on as your final touch and lick sends her spiraling over the edge. her body melts beneath yours, going limp with the aftershock of her orgasm. you take the moment to suck your last hickey on her hip, kissing it and lifting your lips to her own.

within seconds she’s up, pulling you against the mattress as she sinks down onto you, letting her desire to please you take over.

paige is absolutely sweating, watching as the majority of her shots swish through the basket. she’s not aware that the makeup she used to cover her hickeys was beginning to fade, sweat washing it all away.

no one has noticed yet, including paige. she gets everyone’s attention, betting that she can make the shot from half court. everyone on the other side of the floor is getting in on it, too far away to notice your marks of love lingering on paige.

paige sets up for the shot, everyone pulling their phones out and getting closer. the basketball flies from her hand, hitting the backboard and going straight into the basket. everyone cheers, kk jumping up and down as she lessens the distance between herself and her friend.

“paige.. OH MY GOSH! PAIGE HAS A HICKEY YALL- WAIT.. SHE HAS LIKE THREE”

paige’s eyes widen in shock, hand immediately coming up to her neck. sure enough, she sees the transfers of the now liquid cover up transfer to her hand. her face is beet red, wrapping her hands around her neck. she’s certainly not ashamed, but she’s definitely embarrassed because now all of her friends know what you and paige do when they’re not around.

“alright alright- that’s enough.” paige is blushing bashfully with the largest grin adorning her features.

everyone’s shoving their phone in her face, trying to wedge her hands away from her neck. paige jogs away from everyone, trapping herself in the locker room until everyone else arrives. she wants to call you and tell you how horrendous this situation is, but kk, ice, and nika have already shoved their way through the door. paige isn’t aware that sitting down has made her shorts ride up, revealing some of the numerous hickeys on her thighs.

“the legs too paige? you guys are freaky.” nika speaks with a smirk on her face, making kk and ice double over in their laughter. she takes a seat next to paige, patting her back.

your girlfriend gives up on trying to hide the marks, letting her arms fall to her side before she stands up to change out of her workout clothes. when she lifts her shirt off, everyone’s jaws drop. all her hickeys are nearly revealed now, the deep purple and red adorning her skin.

“just say yall are jealous.” paige shrugs, holding back her laughter. the three other girls are giving each other looks like ‘yeah, she’s right.’ none of them miss the way you and paige look at each other, like you’d both pull the moon down for the other.

“ok girly. it looks like someone beat the shit out of you.”

“whatever.”

“yall must really be getting it on good. was it good-”

kk runs off, paige hot on her trail. all of them had been teasing her too long about it, especially kk. kk screams as she runs and paige gives up on following. her heart swells with pride now, knowing that you’re proud to call her your girlfriend. you must be, considering you’re always so desperate to litter her skin with your marks of love.

·˚ ༘。･:*:･✧* ੈ✩‧₊˚ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

HOPE YOU LIKE THIS!!

it’s short yall sorry

[cosmopretty]

Sleepyhead

Paige Bueckers x Fem

Synopsis: Moments where you and Paige just felt so comfortable between one another, asleep.

First Moment:

After a long day of working all you wanted to do was sleep, preferably in Paige’s arms. You walk into her dorm sighing, falling right on top of the blonde girl laying down. Her hand falls to your head massaging your scalp “Bad day mama?” she asks you, moving her other hand to your hip rubbing back and forth.

You mumble something into her neck that she couldn’t understand, her hand on your head comes down to your cheek lifting it up “I’m just tired P” you say laying down in her chest your leg bending, laying on her stomach. She nods and starts rubbing up and down your back lulling you to sleep.

Not much later KK comes in the dorm on live, Paige smirks at the live while KK points the camera at you asleep. Paige covers your face with her big hand “Shh KK she’s sleeping” your girlfriend says her eyes widening at her friend, not wanting to wake you.

KK nods “So we’re dueling in Fortnite since the fans wanna know who’s better. Come on get up” she says placing the phone beside her so the live can see you three and the TV.

Paige holds your head to her chest with one hand the other under your legs. She pulls the two of you up and sits down infront of the TV. She positioned you so your straddling her waist, your head on her shoulder tucked in her neck so the live can’t see you asleep. She grabs the remote from KK “You got the upper hand it’s unfair I’m tryna let my girl sleep” Paige says to KK and the live.

“Not my problem this why I stay single now hop on” KK says for once quietly not wanting to wake you either. The two girls play Fortnite together quietly until KK yells throwing the remote on the bed “WHAT? Thats not FAIR THE FU-“ she says before she gets interrupt “Bro shut up” Paige groans.

You move in her arms groaning a bit “What happened?” you ask groggily shifting around in her lap lifting your head from her neck. Paige’s fingers come to move some hair from your face “Nothing baby KK was just leaving” she says her fingers sliding down your face.

KK scoffs smacking her lips “Simp. You see guys Paige is a simp” she tells the live before getting up and leaving the dorm to go find another girl to go live with.

Yawning you rub your eyes smiling at Paige a bit “Was she live?” you ask her looking up at her through your lashes. Paige nods “Yeah don’t worry they didn’t see your face I know you wouldn’t want you drooling on me all over the internet” she jokes sticking her tongue out at you.

“Oh shut up I don’t drool that’s all you” You say laughing a bit running your fingers through her pretty blonde hair. Your hands cup her cheeks squishing them together before letting them go. Her hand holds the back of your head before pulling you closer to her, she pecks your lips multiple times before kissing you sweetly.

Second moment:

Dating a division one basketball player, meant dating a person who worked out their body way too much. Paige worked her ass off durning practice, in the gym anything really always leaving her tired. Which means you take care of her of her a lot, you didn’t mind but even when you were taking care of her she was still always in control.

That’s what lead you here walking to Paige’s dorm at ten am, right after you woke up. You open the door smiling at Nika and KK before going to Paige’s dorm walking in. You see laying on her stomach her head shoved her pillow “You okay Paigey?” you ask her half joking.

She grumbles something before pushing herself up on her elbows “I’m sore from practice can you give me a massage ma?” she asks you pouting her bottom lip out. Walking over to her you sit on top of her straddling her back. Your hands work there way to her shoulders, massaging the muscles there.

“You’re so tense Paige’s relax” You demand the girl massing down her arms. She moans into the pillow eyes fluttering shut. Your hands move softly on her soft skin moving down her back.

You sit on top of the girl for around an hour before your hands starts to ache “Paige I think I’m done” you say aloud not getting an answer. Looking down at her you brush her blonde hair from her face to see she fell asleep. Smiling you move to get up and she groans “No stay there it feels good” she whines not opening her eyes.

You lay down next to her throwing your leg over her back so you’re still laying on top of her. She sighs in content when your hands come to her back pressing against her skin lightly, massaging her again as she falls back asleep.

Third Moment

Waking up in the morning with a six foot tall girlfriend built of muscle was not something easy to do. If she didn’t want to get up, you couldn’t she knew the power she had over you and used it. Morning were not easy on Paige she did not want to wake up early, or leave bed, or be alone which meant she forced you to say with her.

You yawn shutting off your alarm clock on your phone and groan rubbing your face. Paige sighs and pulls you closer to her from behind, you lay flush against her “Mmm come on we gotta get up” you whispers your eyes begging to close.

Paige puts her head in your neck shaking her head no “Ten more minutes” she demands not nothing to hear your answer before slugging her leg on top of your waist, spooning you.

“No Paige you have practice come on” You turn around in her arms giving her the chance to trap you. Her arm wraps around your shoulder and her leg stays wrapped around you “Your stuck here now we get up when I want to” she says into your neck.

Letting out a sigh your hug her back playing with her pretty blonde hair with your fingers “Come on Paige Geno’s gonna yell at you again” you remind her.

Paige shrugs “I don’t care, wanna sleep with you ma” she grumbles kissing your neck softly. Giving up you go limp in her arms hugging her back, the two of you slowly fall back asleep together.

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[delusional-day-dreamer]

Sleepy Girl - p.b.

‣ paige bueckers x gf reader!

‣ wc: 2k of smut 😛

‣‣ synopsis: waking up in the morning horny and ur girlfriend is right there tbh (ending is kinda rushed and the fic is not yet edited so please bear with me)

‣‣‣ a/n: hey guys... i know i completely ghosted this app for a good while but thank you for all the support even while i was MIA. this idea came to me at 11pm on vacation and i figured i should grind it out and make a return. i have a lot of drafts and ideas i came up with but no idea if i'll be able to write them all. in the meantime enjoy and happy holidays!

The warm sunlight spilling in to your bedroom and directly onto your face from the small gap in your curtains seemed to have it out against you.

It was one of the incredibly rare weekends of the season, where your girlfriend, Paige, didn’t have morning practice, lifting, or any PT sessions for residual pain after coming back home late from a basketball game (UConn won, obviously) and the two of you planned to make the most of it.

Having been in a relationship for almost a year now, the two of you had gotten to know each other pretty well over time. From working with the basketball team as a photographer to sharing a class with Paige, to running into each other literally everywhere every single day, metaphorically and physically, the universe seemed to have an intricate plan to bring the two of you together. And with such insistent force, who were the two of you to rebel?

The past ten months dating Paige had been a small roller coaster, the days spent together blissfully were obviously accompanied by the occasional argument of time management or messy rooms or even slight jealousy, but it was nothing the two of you couldn’t work through.

And of course, it was all accompanied by the mind blowing sex you couldn’t stop having. Bent over the kitchen counter, in the shower, in the living room, standing up, from the back, you name it.

But, there was one thing you and Paige had discussed exploring, but never gotten the chance to pursue, and it seemed like this morning was the perfect chance to test it out.

Depending on who woke up first, the two of you often liked to wake the other up with gentle kisses, roaming hands, and sweet nothings. But your synced ovulation cycles brought on a new possibility: morning head.

Although the concept of fucking your girlfriend while she was asleep seemed… well, odd to say the least, the two of you had discussed consent extremely thoroughly, and you weren’t going to sit (or lay in this instance) here and pretend that the sight of Paige laying in your bed right now wasn’t actively turning you on.

She had come to your off campus apartment immediately after her game at XL center and crashed pretty fast, only stopping to shower change into an old, oversized yet cropped off the shoulder sweatshirt of yours and a pair of boxers she left in your drawers.

Currently, she was conveniently splayed out on her back, her left arm stretched above her head raised the hem of your sweatshirt upwards, exposing the curve of her chest and the slightest glimpse of her pink nipples, which were already slightly peaked from the cold air radiating from your fan.

It didn’t take long for you to make up your mind, softly crawling over to rest in between her legs as you leaned over her sleeping figure, using your left hand to gently lift the fabric over her perky tits, exposing her creamy skin to you. You slowly peppered kisses on her boobs, not wanting to create too much stimulation that would wake her before you got to the more exciting part. Although, you weren’t sure you would have to worry about that. Paige could sleep through a hurricane if she was tired enough.

You nipped and sucked at her chest, making sure to pay special attention to her nipples before beginning your descent down her toned abs, bringing your hands to rub at her thighs simultaneously.

Paige groaned softly in her sleep, unconsciously spreading her legs out wider as your fingers danced over the waistband of her boxers.

Deciding that there was no reason to be a tease, especially with the growing ache in between your own legs, you hooked your fingers in her boxers and pulled them downwards, being extremely careful when taking them off her body fully and throwing them off into a corner of your room.

You shift lower, aligning your face with Paige’s already wet cunt as you grip her thighs and blow into her folds lightly, gently arousing her.

You start softly, small kisses and hickeys leading inwards before you finally allow your tongue to lick a long stripe from her entrance up to the sensitive bundle of nerves that made her breath slightly hitch.

Even in her sleep, Paige’s body was actively reacting to the growing pleasure as you circled her clit with your tongue and hummed into her, sending shockwaves running through her body, legs spreading, mouth dropping open with low moans, and back arching.

And yet, she was still asleep. You had no interest in waking her up forcefully, it would defeat the whole purpose of morning head. So, you dutifully detached your lips from her clit, opting to replace it with your thumb as you run your fingers through the slick she had accumulated before inserting your middle finger into her, curling it upwards in the way you knew she loved, which seemed to do the trick.

Her eyes began to flutter open the moment you added in your ring finger, mouth dropping with a groan as her right hand reaches out to cup the side of your face.

"Good morning," you rasp out, your breath hot against her sensitive cunt as you smirk at the already fucked out expression on her face.

"Fuck baby, God I didn’t think it would be this good when we talked about-”

Her sleepy whines were cut off with another loud moan as you reattached your lips to her clit, pressing into her g-spot with your fingers while simultaneously sucking her clit, small laughs vibrating through her core as you watched her body shudder at your actions. Her hand immediately moved up to your scalp, placing a firm grip in your head as she secured your spot deep between her legs, anchoring you in place.

"Aw shit ma, fuck you're so good at that, right there just like that, such a good fucking girl for me, don't stop mama you're gonna make me cum," her breathless rambles were endless as she used her left hand to play with her already exposed nipples.

The added stimulation pushed her closer to the edge, and it wasn't long before her muscular thighs began to shake around your head, closing around the sides of your face as she began to grind her hips into your mouth, chasing every second of her orgasm as her mouth hung open with cries.

She eventually let up after you finished licking her clean, even making a show of pulling your fingers out of her and sucking her juices off of them. Her gaze darkens as she pulls you up and over her body once again, capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

She nips at your bottom lip before pulling away, feigning annoyance in her tone. "As much as I loved the little stunt you pulled just now, shit pissed me off too. Brought this up in the first place cause I wanted to surprise you."

"Actin' like it's that big of a deal P, you can just do it a different morning," you teased, hand running up and down her side.

"Mm, whatever. All I care about right now is gettin' you right ma," she mumbles against your lips, reconnecting your lips as she slips her tongue into your mouth, grabbing your ass and rolling your hips into her at the same time.

"Nuh uh, it's your day to pillow princess. Lemme spoil you a little bit. You're still tired and sore from your game yeah? Besides, I have a better idea," you insisted, rising up and straddling her waist.

You shoved your sweater off her body before Paige's large hands pulled your grey tank top up and over your head, tossing it somewhere either of you couldn't be bothered to check. Her hand pressed into your mid back, forcing you to arch over her, conveniently placing your perky tits right over her mouth.

Her teeth scraped against your stiff peaks as her other hand, which had quickly returned to its place resting on your ass, began rocking your hips back and forth over her abs, drawing out deep sighs of pleasure from the multiple sources of friction and stimulation.

"Fuck Paige," you whined out, "why you gotta make it so hard for me to take care of you sometimes," you half-heartedly reprimanded, pinching her nipple roughly as you tore yourself away from her, shimmying your basically non-existent thong off as you resettled yourself in between her legs.

"Crawl up to the headboard," you demanded, raising your eyebrow at her inquisitive expression.

"Please," you added in with a soft pout, satisfied when she complied with your request. You eagerly followed her body, stationing your hands on her shoulders as you draped your right leg over her left, maneuvering her right in order to rest over your own left before gently lowering yourself down, hissing the moment your cores met.

You rolled your hips forward tentatively, moving your left hand down to Paige's right thigh while you sank forward, circling your other arm around her neck as you moaned against her lips.

The kiss was a needy, open mouthed mess of saliva and moans as you continued to roll your hips into Paige's with the help of her guiding hands, shocks of pleasure licking your spine every time your clits aligned.

As you approached closer to your orgasm, your head tipped back, mouth hung open with desperate, borderline pornographic whines constantly spilling out, impairing your ability to kiss Paige back. Though, she would never complain and simply kept her mouth busy by sucking hickeys along your neck and chest, whispering filthy words of encouragement into your skin.

"My girl's such a slut for me, huh? Riding me so good, pussy so wet she's dripping all over me, 's basically crying for me ma. You like that?"

Her gravely voice added to the fuzzy feeling that had taken over your brain, driven only by the tight coil threatening to snap any second in your belly. From the feeling of yours and Paige's warm slickness coating your entire cunt, to the deep throbbing you clit was experiencing.

You moved your left hand from Paige's thigh up to the headboard, using it to grind down harder against Paige's center, and the pressure on your clits had moans ringing out from both of you.

"God, Paige. So close baby, fuck I'm so close," you whined near incoherently, eyes screwed shut from the way your entire body was on fire, on the edge of immense pleasure.

She moved her mouth to the sweet spot behind your ear, nipping at the skin as she her fingers deftly began tweaking your nipples. "Cum for baby, give it to me. Please need it so bad."

You cry out as a freight train of an orgasm hits you, Paige's words and hands sending you over the edge, and the sight of you coming undone, not to mention the sounds you were letting out, left Paige no choice but to follow your lead.

Your body shuddered against hers, the pleasure slowly washing over you, leaving you breathless and extremely sensitive. You untangled your legs from Paige, collapsing on the bed next to her and pulling her down with you.

You kissed her sweetly, intimately, a far cry from the sex you were just having.

"I love you so much you know that?" You muttered against Paige's lips, cracking your eyes open to see the lazy smile set on her face.

"I love you too, even though I'm pissed you stole my surprise," she whispered defiantly.

"What you don't think those two orgasms made up for it? We can go for round two if you really insist," you smirked, knowing that there was no way your body could handle another orgasm immediately.

Before she can even answer, your stomach growled loudly, inciting loud laughter from both of you.

"How about we take care of that first yeah? We can go for round two in the shower after breakfast," she responded slyly, pulling you up and out of bed with her to get dressed and have breakfast together. To you, nothing in the world could beat mornings like these with Paige.

[baigepueckers]

Nika Mühl X Reader

The Road to Recovery

The glow of your phone screen flickered to life, casting a soft light across your apartment as you worked late into the evening. It was just a routine for you to scroll through notifications, expecting nothing out of the ordinary. But then, the headline hit you like a punch to the chest.

“Nika Mühl Suffers Knee Injury During Game in Turkey: Suspected ACL Tear.”

Your heart sank.

Everything else faded as you clicked on the news story. The knot in your stomach tightened as you read through the details. Nika, your Nika, had gone down during the second half of a game while making a fast break. She was clutching her knee, writhing on the court in visible pain. The arena was silent and you could hear her gut wrenching screams. The rest was a blur, but you caught the words “immediate medical attention” and “serious injury.” Your heart began to race, a cold sweat forming on your brow.

Without thinking, your fingers moved faster than your brain, dialing her number. It rang once, twice… then straight to voicemail. Panic crept up your spine, your mind racing with images of her on the court, in pain, alone in a country far from you, from home.

“Nika… please, pick up…” you muttered under your breath, pacing around the small living room. You dial again. Still nothing.

A thousand thoughts ran through your head, each one worse than the last. She had worked so hard to get here, to earn her spot on the Turkish team during the off-season, wanting more practice and a chance to start. And now, just like that, everything she’d fought for was slipping away. Your chest tightened as you hit redial again, the ringing taunting you as it went unanswered once more.

You tried to steady yourself, focusing on your breathing, but the panic was overwhelming. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the call connected, and for a moment, there was only silence.

“Nika?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

All you could hear were her soft, broken sobs on the other end of the line. The sound of it shattered something inside of you.

“Baby… talk to me,” you pleaded gently, trying to keep your voice steady even though your heart was racing.

Her breathing was shaky, and she couldn’t seem to get the words out. Finally, she choked out, “It’s over… it’s all over. My knee… I….I can’t believe this is happening…”

Her voice was fragile, barely recognizable through her tears. The weight of it hit you like a wave, and you struggled to hold yourself together, not wanting to break down too. She was devastated, and it was killing you to hear her like this. To hear how shattered she was, especially after everything she had been working for.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” you whispered, tears stinging your eyes. “I should be there. I wish I could be there right now.”

She cried harder, her sobs raw and unrestrained. “This was supposed to be my chance,” she said, voice cracking with the pain of it all. “I was finally getting to start… and now, it’s all gone. What if I never…..” She trails off, not finishing the sentence.

You clenched your jaw, feeling helpless, thousands of miles away. You hated that you couldn’t reach through the phone and hold her. She was breaking, and you couldn’t fix it from here. The idea of her being in pain, alone in a foreign country, only made the ache in your chest worse.

“I’m coming, okay?” you said, the words coming out firmer than you expected. “I’m going to be there. I’m going to get the next flight out. You’re not going through this alone. I’ll be there soon.”

“N-no… you don’t have to,” she mumbled through her tears, but you could hear how desperately she needed you. How lost she felt.

“I need to,” you insisted, your voice shaking. “I love you, Nika. I’m coming baby.”

You booked the flight as quickly as you could, barely able to think straight as you threw clothes into a bag. The flight to Istanbul felt like it took an eternity, every hour dragging on with the weight of what you’d heard over the phone. You couldn’t stop replaying her words, her sobs, the sound of her falling apart on the other end of the line. All you wanted was to get to her, to hold her, to somehow make this better.

When you finally arrived at the hospital, exhaustion weighed down on you, but your worry for Nika fueled you to keep going. As you rushed through the hallways, your heart pounded in your chest. The weight of the hospital door felt heavier than you ever imagined as you pushed it open, stepping into Nika’s room. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, but you barely noticed. Your eyes went straight to her, your heart breaking all over again at the sight.

Nika was sitting up in bed, her leg elevated, wrapped tightly in a bulky brace. Her face was pale, her usually bright, confident eyes now red and puffy from crying. The sight of her like this, so fragile, so unlike the strong, fierce woman you’d always known, nearly brought you to tears. The Nika you knew was always in motion, always pushing, fighting through anything in her way. She looked like the weight of the world had finally crushed her spirit.

She hadn’t seen you yet, her gaze distant, lost somewhere between sadness and disbelief. When she finally looked up, her lips trembled, and fresh tears welled up in her eyes.

In an instant, you were at her side, crossing the room as if time didn’t exist, your arms wrapping around her with a softness that mirrored the fragility of the moment. She collapsed into your embrace, her sobs breaking the silence, her face buried into your chest as she clung to you, shaking.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner,” you whispered, your voice cracking, the overwhelming guilt and helplessness crashing over you. “I’m so, so sorry.” You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, tears stinging your own eyes. “But I’m here now.”

For a long time, she just cried, her body trembling against yours as she let everything out. You held her as tightly as you could, your own heart breaking into a thousand pieces as you listened to her pain. Nika was never one to cry easily she was tough, resilient. But in this moment, all of her walls had crumbled.

“They said it’s my ACL,” she whispered hoarsely after a while, her voice barely audible. “I tore it, surgery’s tomorrow.”

The words cut through you, and you swallowed hard, trying to keep your own emotions in check. ACL injuries were serious. They took months to heal, sometimes even longer to fully recover from, if you could recover fully at all. For an athlete like Nika, whose entire career depended on her body’s ability to move with speed and agility, this wasn’t just a setback. It was a nightmare.

You pulled back slightly, cupping her face with both hands, wiping away her tears with your thumbs as you looked into her eyes. “I know it feels like everything’s falling apart right now,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “But we’re going to get through this, together. I promise.”

Her lips trembled as fresh tears formed in her eyes. “But what if I can’t come back from this?” she whispered, her voice breaking. “What if I’m never the same? I was just starting… I was finally getting to prove myself, and now…” Her voice trailed off into a sob, unable to continue, her shoulders shaking.

You rested your forehead against hers, closing your eyes, your heart aching at the rawness in her voice. “You will come back from this baby,” you whispered, your voice filled with every ounce of pure belief you had in her. “I know it seems impossible right now, but you are the strongest person I know, Nika. Stronger than anyone. This won’t break you. I know it won’t. And I’ll be with you every step of the way, no matter how long it takes.”

She sniffled, her breath shaky, but there was a slight flicker of hope, in her eyes. “You really believe that?” she asked, her voice soft, almost childlike.

You kissed her forehead gently, brushing away a tear that had slipped down her cheek. “I don’t just believe it,” you whispered, your voice steady and full of sincerity. “I know it. You’ve never let anything stop you before, and this won’t either. I know you like the back of my hand, sweet girl. You’re not alone in this. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

The next morning, you stayed by her side as the nurses prepared her for surgery. You could see the fear in her eyes, the way her hands trembled as she fidgeted with the edge of her hospital gown. Your heart ached watching her try to be brave when you knew how terrified she really was. You reached out, taking her hand in yours, squeezing it gently.

“It’s going to be okay,” you murmured, leaning in close so only she could hear. “You’re my strong girl. You’ve got this.”

She gave you a weak smile, though you could see the fear still there behind her eyes. “I’m just scared,” she whispered, her voice wavering.

“I know,” you said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “But it’s okay to be scared. You don’t have to be brave all the time baby. I’m scared too. But I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. When you wake up, I’ll be right here. I promise.”

Just before they wheeled her away, Nika squeezed your hand tightly, her eyes locking with yours. “I love you,” she whispered, and kissed your hand. Her voice stiff with emotion.

“I love you more than anything,” you said, your voice thick as you kissed her long and hard. “So much. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

The hours dragged on as you waited in the sterile hospital waiting room, pacing back and forth, your mind racing with all the possibilities, all the unknowns. What if something went wrong in surgery? What if the recovery was harder than anyone expected? What if she couldn’t come back the way she wanted to? Every fear, every doubt weighed heavily on your mind. You kept telling yourself that Nika was strong. She always had been. She would fight through this she had to. And you would be there, every step of the way.

When the surgeon finally came out, your breath caught in your throat as you braced yourself for the news.

“The surgery went well,” he said with a reassuring smile. “Her ACL was fully repaired. It’s going to be a long recovery, but with physical therapy and the right support, she has a very good chance of making a full recovery.”

Relief washed over you so intensely that you had to sit down, the weight of the last few days finally catching up to you. You felt like you could breathe for the first time in what felt like forever.

When they finally let you see her, she was groggy from the anesthesia, her eyelids heavy as she blinked slowly, trying to focus on you. Her leg was wrapped tightly, elevated on pillows. She looked exhausted, but she managed a small, sleepy smile when she saw you.

“Hey,” you whispered, sitting beside her and taking her hand in yours. “You did it.”

She blinked up at you, her eyes heavy, but she smiled weakly. “You’re still here,” she mumbled, her voice soft, slurred from the meds.

“I told you I would be,” you said, squeezing her hand gently. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re in this together.”

Her eyes welled up with tears again, but this time, they were softer, less filled with fear and more with gratitude. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“You’ll never have to find out,” you promised, brushing your thumb across the back of her hand. “I’m going to help you through this. Every step. Every bad day, every victory. I’ll be right here, cheering you on, holding you when you need it. You’re going to come back stronger than ever, and I’ll be with you the whole time.”

Her eyes fluttered closed again, her grip on your hand tightening slightly as she drifted off into sleep. And as you sat there, watching her rest, you knew that the road ahead would be long and difficult. There would be days when she felt like giving up, days when the pain and frustration would seem unbearable. But you would be there for all of it. You’d be her strength when she felt weak, her hope when she felt lost. And no matter how hard the recovery was, you knew that together, you could get through anything.

In the months that followed, the recovery process was as grueling as you had expected. Physical therapy was long and painful, and there were days when Nika broke down in frustration, angry at her body for betraying her. She’s always been hard on herself. But you were there for all of it. You were by her side at every appointment, helping her through every exercise, every setback, every step forward.

“You’re doing amazing,” you’d tell her, even when she doubted herself, even when the progress felt too slow.

“I don’t feel amazing,” she would huff out “But I wouldn’t be able to do this without you,” she’d say on the hardest days, her voice filled with both exhaustion and gratitude.

But you never let her give up. And slowly, bit by bit, you started to see that fire in her eyes again, the determination returning, the strength you always knew she had. She was getting better. She was coming back.

[ilovebuckers5]

*•♡never be like you ♡¸.•*'

nika muhl x cheerleader!reader

"I wanna hold the hand inside you. I wanna take the breath that's true"

word count - 3.4k

themes :

-fluff

-comfort

-toxic rls

warnings :

-arguing

-mentions to abuse

-explicit language

-iowa winning

A/N - did I get you guys. y'all really thought I would wait any longer to post this....

"can we please not do this ash."

i practically pleaded for my boyfriend to not argue with me before a big performance.

it was the day I had been waiting for since I was ever even notified that there would be a uconn game against iowa. I couldn't be dealing with relationship issues right before.

i attempted slipping on my skirt in the bathroom while my boyfriends voice was ringing in my ear no matter how much I tried to ignore it. I hate arguments. especially when they are stupid and have no point in even happening.

"no we are doing this now I don't care! you need to tell me the truth before you leave." Asher growled from outside the bathroom door. part of me wanted to swing the door open and break his nose but I knew that I didn't have time for that. so I gently but swiftly opened the door and forced my eyes into his with probably the most 'i'm not fucking around right now' look I'd ever given him. which is shocking with all of the arguments we've gotten into.

"Asher just fucking stop! I wasn't anywhere, I was literally sitting on the bench waiting for katie to pick me up! why is that so hard for you to comprehend." I pull my face away from his and before I could close the door and continue getting ready I whisper under my breath "its like you want me to cheat on you." the door was about to latch onto the door frame when his pale and veiny hand gripped onto the wooden edge. "what the fuck did you just say?" shit.

he then swung the door open with a force I've never seen before and a wave of fear flushed through my head. there were already tears welling up in my eyes from the yelling and now this just made them fall down my face. inside I was screaming incoherently at his face, slamming the door on his fingers and bashing his head around the room.

this has happened too many times. where we argue and I end up bruised or crying and I have to walk to Natalie's place and cry even more but into her arms instead. there's been too many times where Asher gets away with shit that no other man could get away with. and too many fucking times have I stayed.

his hand was peeled away from the edge of the door and I swear there was hot lava falling out from his eyes instead of guilt tripping tears. "why do you do this to me y/n? it hurts." he dramatically let his hand fall into his palms as more tears fell from his clearly angered eyes. most times I would let myself feel guilty and sorry for him as if I was the one that did the hurting. but this time I was done. nothing was officially over but the moment definitely was. he's going to have to find a way to win my attention back this time.

i tightened my pony tail and grabbed my cheer bag before walking out of our apartment, slamming the door behind me. it was so early in the morning that the sun was only rising as I walked out the door. I'm almost positive that everyone else on the team was asleep so I had to walk to practice. I was only a couple steps into my long walk when a car pulled up in front of me. well not in front but beside me. I continued walking until a window was rolled down and I heard a familiar voice call out.

"yo are you good?"

i was not. I had tears streaming down my face and I probably looked like I was just thrown in a pit of piranhas, but I cant say that.

"huh?" I turn my head to the side to see a white BMW pulled over. the voice I had heard earlier had a very memorable accent in it. Nika Muhl. 5'10 point guard. pretty hair. pretty eyes. just pretty.

"are you okay?" another voice reached out from the drivers seat of the car. Paige Bueckers of course. I finally looked down from my own height and saw a the brunette looking up at me with kinda eyes. her head was slightly tilted to the side while she waited for me to answer her question. "oh. uh." I waited a moment.

just before this I was telling myself that I wasn't going to put up with asher's bullshit anymore. that included hiding what was going on. Asher put me through shit. I mean he curb stomped my head on a pile of shit and dragged my face through it with his bare hands and never felt any regret.

"n-no not really." yeah I did that. fuck you Asher. the feeling of just admitting that I wasn't made the rest of my tears started to drain back into my eye sockets. I could see it in Nika's eyes that she felt bad even if she was smiling and laughing. she popped open the car door and tapped her lap. "well c'mon." she swayed her head, gesturing for me to literally crawl over her lap and get into the backseat, as there isn't a back door. I didn't want to be rude so I sighed and crawling over Nika's lap and into the backseat. I was hovering over her long enough to smell the beachy sunscreen smelling perfume she had on. her hands grazed my thigh that was exposed after my skirt had started to hang down from my position. thank God the cheer uniforms had shorts under the skirts because when I was almost in the back seat next to Ice Brady and KK Arnold, my skirt lifted up right in Nika's face. I almost fell face first into the backseat before I felt Nika's hands grip onto my waist to support me until I was sitting down. I let out a sharp and quick sigh while fixing my hair and and un-ruffling my skirt, I looked into the driver seat to see Paige holding back tears of laughter. I could practically see how red Nika was from the back of the head rest she had her hair pressed against.

i didn't expect the car ride to be as comforting as it was. the entire drive was basically just the girls either singing or asking me questions about cheer. it was all fine before Nika decided to speak up about why I was sobbing on the sidewalk.

"so what was going on with you earlier? before we very obviously saved your ass." I couldn't help but laugh at her remark but quickly got more serious when Paige turned down the music so everyone could hear me. I felt like I was put on a stage with a microphone in a pretty pink dress waiting to win Miss America with everyone's eyes on me while they waited for me to answer.

"oh it was nothing just stuff about my boyfriend...." I tried to shake off the question even though a part of me wanted to scream how much I hated him. I trailed off and glanced to the side to find an unconvinced KK staring at me. KK is funny, I always see her jumping around after a win and shes always filled with energy.

I shrugged and threw my head back before actually giving in. "fine. he's like, really shitty honestly. I want to break up but I can't." the car was silent for a couple seconds while I patiently waited for someone to speak. "what way of shitty? like wants to break up constantly but wont or like- another way of shitty" Paige asked without making any eye contact.

another way for sure. every other way that you could think of Paige.

"guilt tripping manipulative way I guess?" I said, my voice slightly cracking. Nika clicked her tongue as she reached around her seat and looked back at you. "you know you don't have to stay. I know its hard to not stay but you aren't obligated to stay." thank you. that the only thing I was needing to hear in the past year I had been with Asher. I know I'm not obligated to stay with him but Jesus it feels like it. "thanks." the car ride was silent for a couple more minutes before Paige pulled into the driveway of my cheer practice building.

I was just about to get out of the car before realizing that ice was in front of the door I should've been getting out of. I had to crawl over Nika's lap again. I tossed my duffel bag into her lap and its like she could read my brain when she opened her door and gently set the bag out side. but this time she put down her car seat so that there was a (mainly) flat surface for me to crawl over. instead of crawling, I lifted my feet over Nika's body first and then slid myself over her. my ass gently bumps against her lap, almost sending a loud gasp from my lips. there her hands were again. I thought everything was going by quickly but she still had enough time to wrap her fingers around my waist and lifted me from the back seat out the door.

it was honestly hard for me to speak after having to be that close to a practical stranger in the span of 20 minutes but I tried my best.

"thank you guys for the ride. good luck on your game!" as I was waving goodbye while walking down the sidewalk towards the door of the building, Nika yelled out.

"y/n? I'll see you there right?"

oh my fuck she wants to see me at the game. she actually WANTS me to be there.

all I could manage to do without folding over and passing out of the concrete was throw a thumbs up from behind me and continue walking. the moment I stepped or slid out of that car, all the thoughts came back, rushing through my head. how the fuck was I supposed to focus on cheer when my relationship was on the brink of ending. I felt tears well up in my eyes just thinking about it. obviously I wanted things to end but its been a year and a couple months. I don't know how I was going to just break up and be fine. when I swung open the doors to my cheer studio I saw coach and couple other girls sitting down, tying their shoes and fixing each other's hair. coach waved at me once I got through the door. I made my way over to the other girls and gave them each a hug with a very fake warm smile plastered on my face.

"hiii, are you okay you look like you've been crying?" Taylor spoke in a soft, caring mom kind of tone. why is everybody so worried about if I was crying or not. its not that big of a deal just let me cry. I nodded aggressively "mhm. yeah I'm good." the two girls, Taylor and Caydence, looked at each other and they obviously could see through me. I held back even more tears when they shrugged their shoulder continued talking, I knew they didn't believe me but they didn't push an answer out of me like Nika and Paige.

a part of me has always been interested in basketball but the other part kept telling me that I was talented enough or masculine enough. Nika was always an inspiration to me even before I started cheering for UConn. sometimes after practice, as long as there is no performances and I'm not being held back by my coach, I like to go to the public gym and practice basketball by myself. every time I do, I always wish that there was someone there to practice with me. that is part of the reason I went on to cheer for UConn basketball.

i was still stretching when some more girls off the team walked through the door. makeup done, lashes curled ready to go. I still sat in the corner with a couple mascara streaks running down my face. sadly, there weren't any wipes anywhere in the studio so I had to sit with dried cracky mascara on my face instead of my lashes. I stood up after stretching and actually set my bag and water bottle down at some benches before going up to my best friend, Farah, and squeezing her tightly. she had just walked through the door holding a bag with her cheer supplies and another that had a bow tied around it. it wasn't too big but definitely noticeable. my eyes were immediately drawn to it but I waited for her to bring it up after we finished hugging.

"don't act like you aren't wondering what's in here." she shook the yellow back in front of me, letting me take it out of her hands. I scrimmaged through it and found a piece of paper in the bottom. it looked blank until I flipped it over.

mother fucking Farah.

"YOU GOT ME TICKETS TO OLIVIA RODRIGO? WHAT THE FUCK?" I squealed loud enough for the entire team and coach to hear. all eyes were on me but I didn't care. there was literally no reason for Farah to do this at all. shes just a really fucking nice person. she bent over, holding her stomach with laughter pouring out of her mouth. I felt all sorts of feelings rushing through me. confusion, happiness, more confusion, a little bit of sadness because there was only one ticket at the bottom of the bag.

that when everything died down. I realized that she only got one? no way.

"wait did you-" I began to question but Farah stopped me by shoving her finger over my lips.

"nope." she pulled out her hand from her bag and there were two other tickets. why two? why two. two. fuck.

"for Asher!" she held onto my wrists more excited than she was walking inside of the studio. that giddy smile on her face fell quickly. there is no way I'm bringing Asher with to a concert that he wouldn't even give a shit about. all he'd care about is getting in my pants afterwards because my feet will hurt too much to walk away and say no. I pulled myself towards Farah's ear and whispered softly "Asher cannot come with. I'm planning on breaking up with him."

Farah's eyes widened once I pulled my mouth away from her ear. all she did was nod and dropped my hands back to my side. we walked over to the bench and continued waiting for the rest of the team to show up.

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practice went smooth. now its about to start. UConn and Iowa. fuck I'm nervous. I've been a UConn fan for years and this game is one of the things I've always wanted to see in person. they start introducing players while the cheer squad was doing our main routine to the rhythm of a random Taylor swift song. I think it's I knew you were trouble. ironic. the one thing I was not allowed myself to think of was Asher. if I wanted to think about him I would just trick myself into thinking about Nika. wait that came out wrong. anyways. I was just let down on the floor after doing a thigh stand and the team continued dancing until it was finally tip off. I scurried off the court with the rest of my team and sat to the side while a couple girls above me kept moving around with pom poms. we got the ball first and stayed in the lead for a while.

as much as I was pretending to focus on the shots all the players were making, I couldn't peel my eyes away from Nika. she was on Caitlin Clark's ass. not even letting her shoot a three pointer. shes doing so good. she had her hands surrounding the ball, barely letting Clark shoot at all. I admire her for her defensive skills. I believe her aggression really helps with that. shes passionate. she obviously wants to win but on court it looks like shes playing with her life on the line. but she does it with ease. the one thing I kept forgetting was that this could be her last college game. ever. no one knows where shell go after UConn. lots of people are saying overseas and I think that would be the death of me. I watched every move she made. not in a stalker way but in an invested in her game way. the way her hair swayed back and forth while she shuffled around Caitlin. the way she already had a couple balls of sweat falling off of her forehead. I would be lying to myself if I didn't think she looked really hot right now.

and I'm up again. Caydence was holding onto my hips before she tossed me in the air, I landed on her and angels palms before flipping off and landing feet flat on the floor. still holding a pretty fake smile on my lips. once it was someone else's turn to do a crazy flip, I took the chance and looked back at the bench, watching as Nika took multiple sips out of a Gatorade water bottle. her hand rested on Paige shoulder while she shot something that probably motivational and worded beautiful to Paige's ear.

the game was going smooth until the 4th quarter. I could feel my blood boiling while watching the timer tick lower and lower without our score going higher. this cant be happening. 3.9 seconds on the clock. I could practically feel the vibrations of every UConn fan tapping their feet waiting for someone to shoot a three pointer and give us the win. but no. a foul was called on Aaliyah. I don't think it was a foul but what do I know.

as much as I was desperate for us to win, I knew we wouldn't be taking home the win this time. 4.6 seconds. now Paige. what is it with these bullshit calls.

i never liked Iowa. in my opinion, Clark is good at basketball but can be conceited and over hyped. of course I didn't want anyone to come at me with that when Iowa "wins the natty" so i'll have to keep that in my head for now.

i started calming down, trying to accept the fact that there wasn't a point going on but they from the far side of the court I saw Caitlin Clark. the basketball player dubbed as the goat and a women's basketball savior, bounce a basketball off of her so called friend? fuck that shit. I almost stood up and sprinted across the court. me and Paige may not be close but I cant take shit like that. Farah rested her hand on my thigh, telling me to not do anything. because its "out of my control"

it could be in mine. just saying.

and just like that, number 20 gets the ball, throws it in the air, and declares the win for Iowa. I could physically feel my face getting hotter with each tear I saw fall from Nika's eyes. Iowa doesn't deserve this. they have everything. and UConn gave up everything. I couldn't stop myself from crying too. I shoved my face in my hands trying to dry the tears that were slowly ruining my eye makeup/ I feel fucking terrible. how could UConn give so much for this and barely get anything back. just the noise of all the Iowa fans cheering and laughing and the sight of them smiling made me sick. I wont even hide it. I was jealous. jealous that they had such dick riding refs.

who said that.

i wanted, so badly, to stand up and wrap my arms around Nika and Paige and Aaliyah and all the others to just give them some sort of recognition but we had to go. coach led us through the tunnel and that was it. I sat on a bench in our locker room, debating what to do.

and I figured out what to do. right then and there.

even with my hands on my forehead, crying and stressing, the inside of me was happy because I knew that someone wouldn't be feeling so bad on April 22nd.

[goldfades]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓/𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | pretty self explanatory LOL, paige soft launches you!!!! yippee! this was requested -> "HARD OR SOFT LAUNCH WITH PAIGE PLEASE 🙏"

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@animatronicanime : Hey, I was wondering if you could do the one-piece old generation where Roger pirate discovers of lunala and nika Love Story. Or the Gear 5 Luffy x Lunala reader? please! 🥺

Roger crew are going to a leagdary place called Mexico? Well, let hurry up!!!!

The crew all appeared to sail, and victoria showed Roger a compass that led the way to Mexico. "So this compass will lead us to Mexico?" Oden asked. Victoria nodded. "Okay, we're going west blue, where the fog will be at," said Sofia.

A few seconds later, they reached the west blue where the fog was at, "it so foggy, I can't even see damn thing," said Rayleigh. "The fog is so big that you couldn't even see. Even if you try to go in, it'll turn you back where you started," Ema

"Well, there is a way to get in. If we play the song called La lorona, " said victoria, "la lorona?" Buggy asks. "Yes!" So Jack got the radio disc and the box that can play the music.

Roger and the crew watch as Ema and victoria are prepared to play the music. And it begins...

Everyone was surprised by the beautiful song. They straight in the fog, the song still playing. It was so dark in here, but they turned on the lanterns. "Hey, guys, do you hear people singing the song? It is like getting louder, " said Shanks.

"Agree, I could hear them, but I can't see them," said oden, looking around, then a huge shadow appeared, scared the living shit out of them, and more boats came. "quién eres!?" The man ask, who is wearing a military suit, "uh, what he say?" Roger asks.

"He asks who are we, don't worry, I'll do the translate," said victoria.

"Disculpe señor, estamos aquí para ir a México con mis amigos. Mi nombre es Victoria, ya conoce a mi hermano, que se une al ejército." She said.

The translate : excuse me, sir! we're here to go to Mexico with my friends. my name is victoria, you know my brother, who joins the military.

"Wow, she pretty good," said Shanks, so the military let them in, then they saw Mexico City but not the tall building. Just a old Mexico city. The crew was surprised, they saw cars (it their first time). Roger crew went to the museum to learn about joyboy and luna.

They did hear the story of luna. Victoria told the Roger crew about a history of Mexico and how it started. "Victoria, I remember I told you about in Mexico, how there kaiju?" Buggy, ask, Victoria nodded.

"Well, where is it?" He questioned, "it in the other side of land, not far, you will see the island called kaiju island," she said.

Everyone was excited, "In fact, the military couldn't let anyone in the kaiju island." Everyone frown. Oh! Yeah! They also went to see the poneglyph that was written by luna. It was in the old ancient castle, which was about 900 years ago.

The poneglyph is in the castle, where they hide something that nobody knows. The military let the Roger crew see, not letting anyone see what was going on.

But victoria brought a friend named Ana, who is researching an ancient history worker, and she studied Mexico ancient history.

"The poneglyph," said Roger, oden walked closer to the poneglyph and focused the letters. "What does it say?" said Ema, oden was surprised by the writing, "what is it, oden!?" Rayleigh asks, "written some love story," Oden said.

"A love story?" Roger question, "Ana, explain please, " said Jack. "Well, we research, and we found out that luna talks about how she met joyboy for the first time, and she wants to tell her people about it," said Ana.

Shanks looked around and saw some painting on the wall, "Hey, Ana, what with these walls?" Shanks ask. The crew looked at the wall, seeing the painting of people, "Oh! These paintings are tells a story, we work hard to study these paintings and find we did find luna form"

Everyone was interested in it. "And where is luna form painting?" Ana, point up. Everyone looks above to see this painting:

"Luna form!" Oden yelled, "No way! It huge!!" Buggy scream, they never seen luna from heights. "Yep, when we first saw it, we were surprised to see," said Ana, "I was wondering what in the kaiju island?" Roger asks.

"When me and my friends went kaiju island with the military, we found another ancient city. we looked around to see and found a pyramid. we went inside and found another poneglyph."

The crew dropped their jaw, "a another poneglyph!? Victoria! You said there's only one!" Oden yelled, "I didn't know there's another poneglyph!! Ana, when it happened!!??" Victoria question.

"It happened when you left to go on an adventure!" Said Ana, "that makes sense, " Victoria said.

Now Roger and his crew will go on adventure to go to Kaiju island to study all about Mexico history.

Part 3 is coming soon!!

[yourmomsfavouritegirl]

could you write a nika x caitlin fic after you’re down with the others

Yes of course! Would you like it to be a series or just a one shot?