lesbian. 19. minnesota lynxâs dog. #1 in the world. tumblrâs sweetheart. future doctor, present asylum patient. lego builder and deez nuts joker.
my dms are open, but pls ask to send a msg first. reqs are open for olivia miles and napheesa collier only. you can be as creative with the reqs as you want. this doesnât mean i will do them word 4 word or even accept certain ones. in general, i will do my best to write them. if you want a shorter straight to the smut fic, pls specify that or youâll get 5K words of pure yap.
i was annoyed about how little liv-centered fan accs there are on here, then i found ur account, and i'm already obsessed
ty for ur service goat
Righttt, thereâs barely any. I donât even think Iâve really found another one besides the people who follow me and that I repost. Of course I gotta lock back in for yâall 𫡠I was gonna finish my Phee fic first, but I think Iâll start on Olivia Miles since Iâve abandoned you guys lmao
white chocolate you haven't posted in a while :( olivia fc is starving
Oh my Gosshhh Iâm so sorry, Iâve been on a hiatus! This game came out a few days ago and had me soaked into it. Iâve gen had like 3 hours on my phone the last week or so đđ
girl iâm talking to is so ridiculously fine that itâs not even a âsheâs out of my leagueâ âhow did i pull herâ itâs a âyeah im keeping thisâ đŠ
fluff n smut headcannons below! lmk if yall fw the phee stuff! she has me sooo moved after tonightâs fit like⌠@soph1asticated pls speed.
SFW->
-> napheesa always takes care of everyone. whether she checks in after her teammates takes a hard foul, a recent break up between her friends, or just knowing someoneâs had a bad day, thatâs why she loves it when you take care of her. your soft kisses to her cheek, the way you rub her shoulders when sheâs tired. pheeâs body always melts into your touch, purring the moment your fingers tighten on her tense muscles.
-> she doesnât like to cook. she will, and she even goes through tiktok to try and find videos for you and her. phee tries, but she swears nothing ever tastes like how it should. the moment you try, however, she acts like itâs the best thing on the planetâ gassing you up, smiling, and pulling you against her chest before a quick kiss to the crown of your head: âthatâs it, baby girl! knew youâd make it better than i did last time.â
-> phee listens to you no matter how tired she is. her eyes blurry from sleepy. her hand resting against your chest as her fingers drew circles on your graphic, âmhmm..â she mumbles. her voice muffled from the fabric of your shirt. âiâm hearinâ you, baby.â
-> dates are everything to her. sheâll always make time for you, as much as she can. her calendar is usually full though. getting her hair done, her nails, practice and games, taking care of mila, yet sheâll free a few hours to spend time with you. phee doesnât care if itâs a nice restaurant or just a little joint the two of you accidentally found. she swears food is always better when you pay for it though.
-> napheesa is sometimes cold. sheâd rather read her books rather than touch you. you watch her dark eyes light up as she flips another page, like each line of the story is playing in her head. you think about how much prettier she is when sheâs like this: distracted, relaxed, and so into her book that she forgets the world exist while you take care of everything for her.
-> phee is always warm. you like to take advantage of that, slipping your cold hands underneath her baggy shirt when home together. âstoppp, youâre icing me out.â she laughs. the sound is rich, warm, her head tossed back when your fingers started to squeeze and tickle her sides.
-> her phone has a million of pictures with you. she loves taking selfies, and youâre her favorite model. sheâll pull you into the frame no matter what youâre doing. napheesa sometimes kisses you, other times she just has it angled up high with a huge smile on the both of your faceâs simply because you can smell her perfume that close.
-> phee hates when people tell her what to do, even you. her pride is too big to allow you to tell her she canât post a picture just because her chest is shown off too much, or that she canât wear a certain outfit just cause the slit is too high.
-> she texts you on road trips. itâs never a long message or even considered a loving one. just a: âi miss you, hon. want to call later?â as if you would ever say no to napheesa collier.
-> napheesaâs hand lingers on your body. sheâll always find a reason to touch you even if her pr team tells her to keep it cute around cameras. her fingers sliding against your hip, holding you still while she whispers into your ear, or the way her hand grasps your elbow to pull you towards her.
-> mama phee generally talks to you with a low, warm voice. her mouth brushing your ear whenever sheâs telling you how she loves you, how youâre the sweetest girl for her, or how she canât get enough of you some nights. if sheâs upset though? she sounds sharp. every word has an edge to itâ clear, demanding, and you know not to make the situation worse.
NSFW->
-> sheâs mostly a service top who just loves the pathetic noises you make, the way your hips voluntarily roll against her mouth like your pussy needs to be devoured by her, the way your eyes roll back into your head. napheesaâs husky voice echoing in the room, filling the air where your moaning had ceased once your cunt pulsed against her tongue: âiâm so proud of you, baby. you always fuck me so good.â she says to you, as if her tongue wasnât the one lapping lazy, cruel strokes against your dripping folds.
-> phee will read smut just to end up putting you in that positionâ fucking you the same way sheâd read, cause even when she tried to focus on the book, all she could think about was the two of you. heat flushing her body, her fingers tightening around the hard cover of the book. napheesaâs mind filling with you, you, you.
-> mama phee loves to ride you. she acts all dominant, perfect, and in control until you have the strap snapped around your hips. her long, bronze legs straddling your lap until her pussy is aligned with your strap. the heavy tip pressing against her entrance, slowly descending on top of it. pheeâs thick lips parting in a silent moan while the ridges of the shaft press into her walls, stretching her out as she bounced ontop of your cock desperately: âmmff, fuck, youâre so big, sweet girl.â she praises you. her head lolling backwards as the veins in her neck flexed with each desperate movement to feel your dick bury inside of her.
-> long practices are absolute hell for her. phee will always come home frustrated. her big hands grasping at your hips to grind you back against her, âgod. cheryl drove me crazy today. useless fucking drills, i swear.â she groaned against your shoulder. her crotch pressed against the curve of your ass.
-> scissoring is her favorite thing. she likes being on the top though. her hands are bigger than yours, and she makes sure you know that. when your slick pussy is against hers, her folds rubbing against yours, her long fingers will wrap around your throatâ squeezing just enough to listen to you gasp for air while the wetness between your pretty thighs grow. phee will push your hands above your head, grabbing both of your wrists and forcing you to not touch her while her cunt fucks against yours.
-> dirty talk gets her so wet. your whispering filling her ear, hot breath fanning over her neck, while you two stood in the bathroom at the all-star party: âmama, i wanna eat your pussy so good.â pheeâs body locks up. she looked up at you in the mirror, the lipgloss sheâd been holding shaking slightly as she tried to process your words. she wanted you to, but napheesa had friends waiting on her. ânot now, okay, honey? wait til we get home.â she kisses your cheek before dragging you out the door, forcing you to meet her favorite teammates and other all-stars.
-> when sheâs home with you, she has to stay quiet, forcing you to help her move the bed from the wall. anything to try and prevent waking her kid up. pheeâs hand slides over your pouty mouth when her fingers slip into your soaking pussy. her long fingers curling deep inside, pressing against your gummy area. your body curled off the bed, a muffled moan barely escaping when the heel of her palm starts grinding against your clit. napheesaâs fingers twisting into a hither motion, continuing to draw out little noises from you. âshh, baby.. be good.â she murmurs. her dark eyes focusing on how your face in the dim lighting.
-> phee doesnât ever really sext you, but when she does? itâs always a full show. sheâll send you voice mails of her whimpering, the sound of her vibrator echoing with the sound of her slickness being fucked by her fingers, those will last for minutes until she sends you a picture of her pussy drenched with her own cum. her folds a sticky mess as her cum drips to the hotel sheets, her message is always short and sweet: âwish you were here to clean me up, pretty girl.â
-> foreplay with her is so long and sexy. sheâll murmur dirty things into your ear, tell you how wet she is, as her palms cup your breast. phee will kiss you from your jaw to the inner thighâ lipstick leaving little marks down your throat, your sternum, to your pelvis. her fingers tease the underside of your chest, trailing down your ribs in a soft, lingering touch that warms your entire body. napheesaâs tongue will trace the outline of your panties without ever sinking into the spot thatâs throbbing for her. âdonât get greedy, sweetie.â
-> napheesa loves to kiss you when youâre fucking. maybe itâs cause your moans spill into her mouth, or the way you hesitate when kissing her cause youâre too busy trying to process how deep she is, or how you crave the taste of her tongue when itâs tied around yours.
-> phee will leave hickeys down your throat and collarbone. even if you beg her not to, she canât help herself. she loves the way your skin feels so smooth and soft in her mouth, how you get breathy and needy whenever she leaves her final mark just to pull away to go to practice.
