a few headcannons, both SFW and NSFW listed below!! I’ve never done one of these before, so if I did good lmk or give me more ideas 😁
SFW->
-> she loves to cook. sometimes she complains if she’s gotta cook after a big game or long practice, but as soon as you try to help her, olivia will nudge you away, murmuring, “just stand there and look pretty, a’ight, baby?”
-> olivia strives to impress you. if you’re courtside, she tries to finish through heavy contact. at home, she’ll make you lasagna from scratch. before long drives, she’ll makes a playlist for you and her, mixing both of your music interest to find a sweet spot.
-> if she comes home too late from a game, she’ll buy you some flowers, kissing your cheek, “they remind me of you.” she’ll whisper into your ear, while liv’s fingers sneak behind your neck just to hold your forehead against hers.
-> it’s easy to make her insecure even when she’s cocky. she thinks she’s on top of the world sometimes, always electrifying, but the thought of being second place all the time bothers her. olivia tends to ask you for reassurance, to tell her she’s everything.
-> she loves to share her clothes with you. liv will buy clothes with you in mind, wondering how good it’ll look draped across your frame instead of her own.
-> you can hear her yelling over 2K even when you’re showering. the sound of her fussing echoing over the sound of running water, the way she throws her controller and it bounces off of the apartment’s floor. whenever you come in there though, she shyly apologizes. her cheeks growing a faint color while she rubs the back of her neck— liv is embarrassed you’d hear her act like that.
-> olivia is picky about her hair. she loves her style and claims a lot of identity in it, but sometimes she’ll let you do it for her. claiming it’s cute the way you take hours just to try and perfect one coil.
-> she’s heavily affectionate in private, but in public, it’s hard for her. she knows fans are watching, media is perpetuating, so she tends to be distant and quiet. whenever you whine, telling her to please just hug you, she’ll whisper, “‘m sorry, babe, y’know how media is. i’ll make it up to you later. promise.”
-> livvy keeps her promises. she gets upset if you break any, or if she accidentally breaks her own. to her, promises are bonds, and if she ever means anything— she doesn’t swear up and down, she’ll stick her pinky out and lock it with yours.
NSFW->
-> she loves to eat your pussy, the way you grind down against her mouth, pushing your swollen clit against her tongue drives her crazy. olivia’s fingers gripping your thighs, parting them and holding you down while her tongue folded into your dripping hole.
-> she isn’t rough with you, but she likes when you squirm and whimper. liv cover your mouth when she’s fucking you. her warm palm slipping over your lips, silencing all your dirty sounds while her strap spreads your folds. her shaft rubbing against the ridges of your walls til she finds the soft, sweet gummy spot.
-> olivia will tease you through the day. you reject her playfully, loving the way she complains and how she will call you mean. she’ll beg you to not reject her, her brown eyes blinking at yours underneath those black glasses while she tries to sneak a look at your chest.
-> she loves to touch you all over, feel your panties get damp underneath her fingertips while she rubs her crotch against your ass from behind. liv’s free hand pressing you further against the counter just to feel how you bend into her will.
-> liv lets you ride her whenever you want. even during her video games, she’ll spread her legs, patting her thigh, or the strap if you’ll go through the effort of putting it on her. olivia loves the way you cry, how the tears blurry your vision while your head lolls back— taking her deeper each bounce while her arms wrap around your waist. her chin propping itself over your shoulder while she tries to focus on the screen. “jeez, baby, you gonna fuck yourself raw.” she teases. her voice husky in your ear while she sneaks a kiss against crevice of your shoulder and neck.
-> morning sex is her favorite. something about your sweet fluttering eyes, drowsy and warm, legs twisted in her dark grey sheets. olivia loves how you smell like her. her new cologne sticking to your skin like it’s your own, how your leg wraps around her hip to cuddle her closer. she always ends up between your thighs, letting you fully wake up to feeling of her thick lips wrapped around your clit. her eyes squeezing shut at the feeling of you instinctively bucking against her mouth.
-> she loves making dirty jokes. she’ll never pass one up. if your back hurts, she’s immediately telling you how she’ll ’fix it’, or if your cramps are too bad, liv will tell you she can take it away. whenever you hit her with a pillow or roll your eyes, she smiles from ear to ear.
-> she’s really vocal during sex. sometimes you swear she’s connected with the strap, cause she’ll moan as if she’s buried inside of you herself. olivia’s eyes will tear up when you touch her back though— her skin sensitive, every touch from your hand making goosebumps crawl up her body.
-> after sex, she’ll grab your favorite snack and drink. even opening it for you when your fingers tremble against the lid or package. liv’s shoulder leaning against yours as you cuddle for your comfort show.
-> olivia gets needy when she’s away from you. she knows it’s a part of her career. super long road trips, so at night? she’ll face time you. her hips grinding against her pillow in slow thrusts, teasing herself while she watches you talk. livvy can’t even process what you’re talking about, mind too dazed by the sound of your voice in her ear, how your eyes would track the screen like you’re trying to make sense of her brow furrowing underneath the rim of her glasses— or the slight movement of her body. her desperate gasp echoing in the speaker, “f-fuck, baby. i need you, please, please!”
Coach Says Bring Your Wife - Olivia Miles x Female Reader 💙
Everybody warned you before marrying Olivia Miles that life would get chaotic once she entered the WNBA.
And honestly?
They were right.
But nobody warned you that your wife would become physically incapable of shutting up about you afterward.
It started innocently enough.
Olivia got drafted into the WNBA after an incredible college career at University of Notre Dame, and barely a month later the two of you secretly got married at a tiny courthouse ceremony with only close family and friends there.
Nothing huge.
Nothing flashy.
Just love.
And Olivia had never looked happier in her life.
The problem?
Once she became your wife, she suddenly started mentioning you constantly.
Especially during interviews.
At first it slipped out naturally.
"What helped your transition into the league most?"
"My wife honestly keeps me sane."
Then another interview:
"You seemed really composed late in the fourth quarter tonight."
Olivia grinned immediately.
"My wife told me to stop overthinking before the game."
Then another.
And another.
And another.
Eventually reporters just started expecting it.
One press conference lasted less than four minutes before Olivia somehow mentioned you twice.
Her teammates thought it was hilarious.
"She's gonna bring her wife up no matter what the question is," one teammate laughed during practice.
Another nodded seriously. "You could ask her about defensive rotations and somehow she'd mention marriage."
They weren't wrong.
"Olivia, what adjustments did you make defensively tonight?"
Olivia nodded thoughtfully.
"Well my wife actually pointed out-"
The entire media room burst into laughter immediately.
Olivia blinked innocently. "What?"
Even the coaching staff stopped reacting eventually.
Because honestly?
Nobody minded.
Mainly because Olivia somehow started playing even better after getting married.
Which genuinely felt unfair.
She was already one of the smartest guards on the floor.
Elite vision.
Creative passing.
Quick pace.
But after marrying you?
Something shifted.
She looked calmer.
More confident.
More grounded.
And terrifyingly efficient.
Especially during games you attended.
The difference became so obvious the coaching staff literally started tracking it jokingly.
"She's shooting better when her wife's courtside," one assistant coach whispered during film.
The head coach raised an eyebrow. "How much better?"
"A lot better."
And unfortunately-
The numbers backed it up.
Olivia played ridiculously well whenever you were in the arena.
More assists.
Higher scoring.
Better efficiency.
Less turnovers.
One game especially made everyone fully believe it.
You missed a road game because of work, and Olivia played noticeably off rhythm the entire night.
Still good.
But not Olivia good.
Then the very next game?
You showed up courtside unexpectedly wearing her hoodie.
Olivia saw you during warmups and immediately lit up.
One teammate groaned dramatically from the layup line.
"Oh, we're about to witness nonsense."
They did.
Because Olivia absolutely went off.
Deep threes.
Ridiculous passes.
Steals.
Everything worked.
At one point she hit a difficult transition shot before immediately turning toward the sideline grinning directly at you.
The bench exploded.
"There she goes!" someone yelled.
Even the commentators noticed.
"She definitely plays with extra energy when her wife is in the building."
The head coach sat there silently for a moment before making a decision.
"We need her at more games."
And somehow-
That became a real thing.
Soon enough, team staff started casually checking your availability.
"Any chance you're free Friday?"
You blinked in confusion. "Why?"
"Our coach thinks Olivia becomes superhuman when you're courtside."
You laughed so hard you nearly dropped your phone.
But honestly?
The coach wasn't wrong.
Olivia loved basketball deeply.
Always would.
But loving you gave her something she never realized she'd been missing.
Stability.
Peace.
A home outside the pressure.
So naturally, she played freer now.
Happier.
And everyone around her benefited from it.
One night after another huge win, Olivia sat at the postgame press conference sweaty and grinning while reporters asked about her near triple-double.
"What's been clicking for you lately?" one reporter asked.
Olivia leaned back casually.
"My wife came to this game."
The entire room burst into laughter immediately.
Her teammate beside her shook her head. "There it is."
"I'm serious," Olivia defended proudly. "She's like good luck."
"You realize she's not actually part of the coaching staff, right?" another reporter joked.
Olivia shrugged. "Debatable."
Later that night, you waited outside the locker room while players and staff walked past still joking about Olivia's obsession with you.
"She talks about you like you hung the moon," one assistant coach laughed.
