ask: hii could i request alysa x pop star headcons after watching coachella i need it LOL
author's note: hiiii! im definitely cooling down on alysa requests and im sorry about that, im just super into wbb right now, so all my energy is focused on that. but here's a request! i hope you like reqs are open!
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✶ i feel like you would meet an event where she's a guest presenter and you're like an artist winning an award. so, after she presents your award, when you're back stage and the show is over, she's about to go home, she like stands in front of you. when she meets you she's painfully normal about it, all smiley as she looks up at you, a hoodie pulled over her hair and a half-melted iced coffee in hand. "hi, i liked your song." you have like a-list celeberties trying to impress you and here she is acting like you're in highschool and you absolutely love it
✶ alysa goes to all of your concerts, like she's always on the side of the stage, her hat pulled low over her face as she smiles, watching you
✶ when she's not at your show, she's the first person you call as soon as you get into the car. she immeditely picks up, giggling and rambling on about how good you did and how proud she is of you
✶ i feel like you would hard launch together by having her as a guest at one of your shows. like you're on the stage, and you're like "well guys, i have a very special guest for you tonight," Smiling, you look to her on the side stage, smiling as she prepares to come out. "my girlfriend, alysa!"
✶ before the hard launch, you're super private together even though you're not so slick about it. like fans have started guessing your guys' relationship from the start, picking up hints with you wearing alysa's sweatshirt or her wearing some of your merch.
✶ alysa's like super touchy in private, so it was honestly really hard for her to not be touchy in public, although she still holds your hand and like acts like your bodyguard everywhere you go
✶ when she found out you were headlining coachella, the girl like threw a party for you… but in her bed. oh you went at it that night, like she's feral for you
✶ for coachella, you decided to actually camp out to get the authentic experience together, although you were sort of far away from fans' tents. you wanted the full experience, and alysa was more than happy to spend it with you.
✶ during yor set, she stood in the vip section, again, her hat pulled low over her hair, but everyone knew it was her. she sings up at you the entire time, knowing the words to every single song. the camera even pans to her a couple of times.
✶ she doesn't treat you like a popstar at all. she like teases your lyrics, calls out when you’re being dramatic. but honestly, you're obsessed with how grounded she is.
✶ you get super protective of her privacy when fans become crazy and she's like obsessed with it
✶ you love to write songs about her without like telling her that they're about her
ask: can u pls write smut for Top Alysa and fem Model reader she met at an awardshow or something like that
author's note: hiiii! i got this ask and lowk wanted to write more for alysa so here you go. i have one more request for a medieval!alysa, so i'll do that after! reqs are open!
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Lights flash and cameras shutter as you walk up the red steps of The Met Gala entrance hall. Celebrities are everywhere, paparazzi calling their names as they walk by, posing for pictures. You have a share of your own attention, hoards of men and women holding cameras up to their faces shout your name, and you turn towards them, smiling and waving as the flashes go off.
You're a mainstream model, definitely well known, but by no means a Kim Kardashian or Taylor Swift. Hell no. You're slightly lower, at like Jennifer Lawrence's level of popularity, and you honestly prefer it that way.
Making your way through the enormous tented hall, various media companies stop and ask you for interviews, but none catch your eye, until her.
Smiling, you recognize her hair before you even see her face, and suddenly you're standing up a little straighter, a smile playing on your lips as Alysa Liu makes her way over, a microphone in hand.
"Oh my gosh, hi- of course," You say, a soft laugh slipping out as she grins up at you, gesturing for you to follow. She's shorter than you thought, but you can't help but notice the way she moves like she's meant to be here. "I'm like obsessed with your Olympics free skate performance," You add, a little more casually than you feel.
She glances back, surprised- really surprised- and it makes something warm fill in your chest. "You watched it?" She asks, almost disbelieving.
"Yes! Are you kidding? I've watched it like an embarrassing amount of times," Just weeks before, you'd been holed up on your couch with your best friends, ice cream in hand, as you watched Alysa both on your TV screen and edits of her on your TikTok, both of you giggling about how you'd totally get with her if you could. Your entire FYP is practically just Alysa's edits. And you definitely aren't mad about it. "You're kind of hard to ignore, you know," You add, teasingly, but you can't help but notice the way her cheeks turn slightly red.
"Honesty, I forget that like half of America watched it," She mumbles, positioning you in front of the camera set up, her hand brushes yours slightly, just enough to send a jolt of electricity through you. "Okay, you ready?" Shifting from her flustered, giggling persona, she's calm and serious now. More masculine yet feminine in a way you'd only seen in her performances. You'd definitely be lying if you said it didn't slightly turn you on.
Nodding at her, Alysa gives the cue to start the cameras up.
“So,” Alysa starts, glancing down at her notes before looking back up at you. “What inspired your look tonight?”
You hum, pretending to think, but your eyes stay on hers. “Honestly? I think I was going for something that would get your attention.”
She blinks, caught off guard, a small laugh slipping out. “My attention?”
“Did it work?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.
“…Yeah,” she admits, quieter this time, before clearing her throat and turning slightly toward the camera again. “Yeah, I’d say it did.”
“Um, uh," She flits her eyes down at her notes again, clearly distracted. "Who are you wearing tonight?”
"Versace," You nod, leaning in slightly.
She holds eye contact for a second too long before asking the next question. “How are you feeling walking into a room like this tonight?”
"Definitely nervous," You laugh, motioning to all the paparazzi surrounding you. "But honestly, it's the people that make it better. Just being able to have that human connection sort of grounds me in a way."
Nodding, she goes to read the next question off her list, but you're quick to ask your own before you can even think.
“Okay, wait, what about you? You can’t ask me that and not answer.”
Starting to protest, you hold a finger up, shaking your head. "What would you ask me if you weren’t on camera?”
She stops for a second before answering, smirking up at you. "For your number to be honest."
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That interview was one of the best and worst things you possibly could have done that night. One, the woman is a fucking smokeshow, and your small crush morphed into a giant one after seeing her in person. Two, you have a giant crush, and you don't have her number.
The cameras cut shortly after Alysa asked for your number, which you stupidly didn't reply to, only brushing it off as if she was joking. She was just joking, right?
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Wrong. You're soooo wrong.
You can't even see her face as she buries her tongue inside your pussy, her tongue working in a smooth rythum, gently circling your clit while her hand pumps in and out.
"Ohmygod yes," You mumble, your chest heaving as she hitches your leg further onto her shoulder. Thank fuck for single-stalled bathrooms at the Met.
The utter sound of her fingers bottoming inside you is fucking insane, filling the bathroom along with little breathy sounds.
"Fuck baby," She moans, the sound guttural and delicious against your sopping center.
Her pace quickens slightly as her hands scissor inside of you as she pulls out, fast to dive right back in again. You feel your core tighten, that familiar feeling rising as you grab her hair, tugging.
The two of you are an absolute mess by now, her dress gone, her nipples swollen and pink from the attention you gave them earlier, both of your hair tousled from the pulling, and your makeup messed up. Her face and neck are covered with lipstick marks, your body is adorned with teeth imprints, and the familiar blooming of hickies.
Cum drips down your legs and onto her face as you cry out, your orgasm falling through you.
sypnosis: your history with olivia may or may not have found its way onto the court, and paige is not happy about it
author's note: okay so like they're little argument/fight thing the other night has been doing things to me so i wanted to write about it! i want to preface this by saying that i have no hard feelings against either of them and their characterizations in this drabble are purely fictional. i like both of them! reqs are open!
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"yeah she's right there," nodding in your direction, olivia smirks at courtney.
"and how the fuck's she here?"
shrugging, olivia just gets into position, still lowkey staring. "she's still hot though,"
"damn right, how'd you bag her?"
by now, the ball is in motion, and the women are running down the court together.
"i mean, it definitely wasn't hard,"
"she easy?"
snorting, olivia nods.
spotting the ball, olivia side steps, jabbing her shoulder and knocking down jessica sheppard.
"jesus, fuck that was brutal," you mumble under your breath, knowing exactly what paige is about to do.
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the first quarter had barely ended before everyone in the arena realized something was going on.
sitting courtside in the family section, your legs bounce nervously as you watch the game unfold. you've been to enough w games to know what competitive trash talk looked like and this definitely wasn't it.
every possession and remark between Paige and Olivia felt personal and brutal.
it's been almost a year since you and Olivia had broken up and it hadn't ended badly- not really- but it hadn't ended cleanly either. there were too many lingering feelings, too many loose ends, and way too many people assuming the two of you would eventually find your way back to each other. stupid twitter.
but then paige happened and she definitely wasn't supposed to happen.
everyone knows and everyone also knows olivia used to date you.
which makes tonight complicated.
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midway through the second quarter, paige steals the ball, sprinting down the floor as olivia catches up with her, just enough to contest a layup.
their bodies collide as the whistles blow.
"you good?" olivia asks, though the smirk on her face suggests she already knows the answer.
but instead of giving the reaction olivia wants, paige just rolls the ball back to the ref. "i'm great."
olivia's eyes drift past paige and towards you.
"you still sitting courtside?" she said loud enough for just you and paige to hear. "guess some people really do move on fast." she says the last part with a snarky tone in her voice as she just shakes her head.
the crowd couldn't hear it, but again, paige definitely could.
"what'd you say?" her head snaps back as she begins stalking towards liv who just shrugs innocently.
"nothing."
"no." paige steps. "say it again."
"you heard me."
walking over, the ref attempts to calm them down."let's go, ladies-"
olivia just smiles.
"i'm just saying," she continues. "funny seeing someone cheering for a different jersey now."
now it's paige's turn to laugh. just once, though, and not because it was funny. oh hell no, definitely not that. but, because she couldn't believe the audacity.
"you talking about my girlfriend?"
the word girlfriend echoes louder than the arena speakers as your stomach flips and olivia's expression hardens.
"i'm talking about whoever wants to listen."
"you mean the girl you dumped?"
olivia takes another step, her eyebrows scrunching up as she looks at paige accusingly. "i didn't dump her,"
"no?" your girlfriend tilts her head. "could've fooled me."
players from both teams immediately started moving closer, sensing the obvious tension.
blowing the whistle again, the ref begins stalking over. "enough!"
scoffing, lliv just shakes her head. "you've been around for five like minutes."
"and somehow she still smiles more with me than you."
clenching her jaw, olivia's hands curl into fists. "you don't know anything,"
"i know she doesn't cry every night anymore"
there's silence on olivia's end because it's true. your relationship with liv had been filled with uncertainty, your relationship with paige however- it felt easy.
"whatever helps you sleep."
smiling, paige raises her eyebrows. "her next to me usually does,"
"oh my god," a player mutters.
and it begins. stepping forward, olivia shoves paige's shoulder, not hard, but enough. enough that paige, obviously, shoves back.
immediately, every player on the floor rushed between them.
"HEY!"
"BACK UP!"
"PAIGE!"
"LIV!"
"CALM DOWN GUYS!"
with the arena erupting, you were already standing before you even realized it.
heart pounding against your ribs as coaches and teammates dragged them apart, you watch as paige never takes her eyes off olivia and your ex girlfriend never looking away either.
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the game ends nearly an hour later with the media already exploding over clips of the confrontation.
waiting outside of paige's locker room, you finally spot her emerging, still sweaty with her backpack slung over a shoulder.
her gaze is hard and focused, but as soon as she sees you, everything about her softens. "i'm sorry, baby."
blinking, you're honestly shocked. "what?"
"i shouldn't have lost my cool."
stepping closer, you place your hands on her chest, heat radiating off of her. "you were defending me."
"i still shouldn't have."
reaching up, you fix a loose strand of her hair. "do you know why I fell in love with you?"
smiling, she smirks a bit. "because I'm ridiculously attractive?"
"that helps." you laugh, shrugging.
"what else?"
"you always make me feel chosen."
smile disappearing, it's replaced with something gentler. "and i'll choose you every time."
wrapping your arms around her waist, you nod as she buries her face against your hair. "i know."
pulling away, she makes sure to make eye contact with you, clarifying the situation. "i'm not threatened by olivia, if you think i am,"
"i know,"
"i just-" she sighs, she pulls you back in.
"i hated hearing her act like you were an object and not a person."
retaliating her last move, you pull her away just enough to look her in her pale blue eyes.
"i'm not anyone's ex before I'm your girlfriend."
your girlfriend nods slowly.
"i know that."
"and i definitely don't want her,"
"i know,"
"so you don't need to fight old battles for me,"
smiling sheepishly, she laughs. "can i fight new ones?"
punchig her lightly, you giggle. "no."
"what if she starts it?"
"still no."
"what if-"
"just don't, paige,"
dramatically, she groans, whining."you're no fun."
"You shoved an All-Star on national television."
"Allegedly."
"You literally did."
"There's no proof."
You pulled out your phone.
The clip already had over three million views.
She stared at it.
"...okay."
giving her a pointed look, you raise your eyebrow.
"so there might be a little proof," you can't help but laughing as she shrugs, guiltily, flashing her signature smile at you.
leaning down, she presses a soft kiss to your forehead. "still worth it, though."
"you're impossible," rolling your eyes, you reluctantly take her hand.
"can we just go?"
"where are we going?"
she squeezed your hand, pulling you behind her, asking for your trust.
ask: Can I ask for a bratty!sub! alysa x rock band bassist smut fic// where in she makes reader really jealous because bassist keeps getting shipped with her bandmates lol
author's note: hiiii! so im getting through all the alysa requests rn. i hope you like!! reqs are open!
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user8932: oh my god reader and cece together??? yes please
user:2389: wait highkey you're on to something
Scrolling through her phone, Alysa sits on her couch, poring over hundreds of edits of her girlfriend and her bandmates. Jealousy couldn't even describe the feeling right now.
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Unimpressed, with her arms crossed over her chest, your girlfriend stands near the stage, watching over the crowd as your band does a soundcheck.
"Are you and Cece together?" A fan asks from the crowd, giggling as they hand the microphone back to a security guard.
You chuckle at this, glancing at your girlfriend off to the side. "We're just friends,"
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"I feel like I deserve to be mad at this," Alysa pouts, her striped hair pulled up in a ponytail as she paces in front of you, hands crossed over her chest.
"Baby, please, it's just jokes,"
"Jokes that are starting to get serious! And you are barely denying them."
Stand up, you stop her pacing, your hands on the small of her waist as you rub your thumbs in slow circles. "Honey," You look down at her, her eyes anywhere but on your own. "People know about us, they're choosing to ignore us. I can't help that, I'm doing my best to shut it down at my shows. I can't report every single one of the stupid edits I see."
Raising an eyebrow, she looks down. "You could," She mumbles.
You laugh a little, seeing the way it makes her smile. "I don't even have TikTok."
"But still."
Squatting down, you get eye level with her, drawing her chin up to meet your eyes. "It's us. Only us. They aren't the ones that get to choose that."
"I know, but-"
Grabbing her hand, you tug her onto your lap, her legs straddling your hips. Her hands fall down to your shoulders, your chests barely touching, only on her exhale. Her heat, her jealousy, practically radiates through her. God, she's hot when she's jealous. Her pupils are blown out wide, her eyes focused on yours as you trail your hands slowly up her back, under the band t-shirt she's wearing.
The quiet of your apartment and adrenaline rush mix, leaving you at a steady medium, wanting to please her, but slowly. She's practically panting with lust as she looks down at you.
"You know, I kind of like when you're jealous,"
She scrunches her eyebrows together, giving you a look. "I don't."
"Well, I don't like making you jealous, but this?" You motion down her body. "Is hot."
Rolling her eyes, she shakes her head. "I hate you."
You just ignore her answer, chuckling as you lean into her, your mouth attaching to her neck. "You don't. You mumble into her skin as you nip at her skin. Little whimpers and gasps pour out of her mouth as you gently bite her, licking it over before moving onto the next spot. Your hands travel as your mouth works, kneeding her ass as she begins to grind into you, her core meeting your belly until you can feel how wet she is beneath her skirt.
Carefully, you move the collar of her shirt to the side, exposing more skin.
"You're needy, baby, huh?"
"Nope," but her words contradict her actions. Her head is thrown back, her mouth open as she moans, gripping your back as she ruts against you.
Keeping one hand on her hips, you slip the othe between her legs, pressing your knuckles to her sopping core.
Her reaction is immediate, a high-pitched whimper escaping her throat as she tightens her hand around your shoulder. "Fuck!
Smiling into her skin, you put some more pressure upwards, and she gladly takes it, moving her hips harder into you.
Her underwear is doing nothing to hide how wet she is; honestly, it's just making it worse. The sound is insane, as if she doesn't even have panties on. The sound drives you crazy.
You feel her legs begin to shake as her hands find their way under your tank top, her nails scratching deep into you.
"God, you're so annoying," She mumbles in between pants, her teeth gritted as she rests her forehead on your shoulder, your sweat sticking together. But you keep going, slipping her underwear to the side to move your fingers inside her, the sounds she's making are guttural, pouring out of her as you pick the pace up, thrusting in and out of her.
"You're so fucking annoying," She whines, and you feel her clench around your genitals before a burst of liquid comes streaming down your hand.
"And you love it." Softly, you press a kiss to her forehead, helping her ride out the climax until you're in a tangled mess of sweat and each other
(tutor!alysa liu x student!athlete!reader oneshot)
ask: would you be down to do a smutshot of alysa as student athlete reader’s tutor because reader starts to fall behind, putting their athletics on the line until they fix their grades. Alysa ends up having the hots for her because she isn’t like every other cocky and disrespectful athlete that essentially just used her lessons to get their coaches off their ass but actually respected her and also turned out to have all these little nerdy interests (that she could maybe find out about when she goes over to reader’s house for their first session). So everytime alysa goes to their house for a session, she shamelessly flirts with them (they’re completely oblivious at first) until alysa is fed up and just tells her straight up what she wants then reader obviously gives in! sorry for that long ass description, I damn near wrote the whole oneshot myself 💔 but yea it’s essentially just tears by sabrina! thank you sm😽
author's note: hiiii! genuinely love how much detail you put into this, anon, thank you!!! here you go and i hope you like ittttt! reqs are open!
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1:29 PM
"Okay," Scooching her chair further in, Alysa tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "So what are our goals for this?"
Slouched in your chair across the table from her, you grumble, wanting to be anywhere but here. "Not failing?" You shrug. Honestly, you didn't even want to do this whole fucking tutor thing, but the coach made you. You're failing Calculus, a mandatory class to pass and to play hockey, so here you are.
"Well, yes… but what do you want to accomplish in the class. Any personal goals? Like learning something specific?" You can obviously tell she's agitated from the way her mouth draws into a straight line and how it takes her a second to answer. You definitely hadn't made a good first impression.
You study her face for a moment, thinking over her first question for you. None of your other tutors had ever cared about your personal goals, now that you think about it. Honestly, none of your other tutors had even cared about you passing; they were just worried about community service credit. You can tell this one's different; she cares. Sitting up a little straighter in your seat, you lean forward on the table, deciding to give her a chance. "Um, yeah," One of her eyebrows shoots up, and she honestly looks surprised or interested, you can't decide. "I feel like I definitely want to improve division skills in general and obviously circles."
She's staring by the time you're finished and quickly realizes it. Pulling out a notebook, she writes these two points down, her face now red with… embarrassment? "Okay, okay, both of those are super reasonable," She nods. "And your TA gave me specific areas to study with you, so we can work on that today,"
"Great,"
"Perfect," She follows, pulling out her Mac and some papers that she slides across the table to me.
The rest of your first meeting consists of notes, review, and learning what you can improve on. Alysa says the next one will get more in-depth, you'll actually be learning something.
"That should be it for the day," She finishes, shoving her few belongings in her backpack before standing up.
"Is email okay for you or…"
"Oh," She pulls her phone out of her back pocket. "Text, actually, do you mind?"
You shake your head. "No, not at all." Handing her your phone, you motion for her to put her phone number in.
6:10 PM
You: hey
You: it's me
You: just wondering if i have any hw??
You sit at your computer screen, staring at the messages you sent for what feels like hours until finally, the little cloud pops up. Why the fuck are you waiting for her to answer, you weirdo?
Alysa: No, you're fine.
Alysa: Sorry for the late reply, I was skating.
Not even caring if you look desperate, you reply almost immediately.
You: bro you skate????
Alysa: Haha yes
Alysa: I'm on the comp team.
You: no way that's so cool
You: i'll have to check it out sometime
(Alysa's POV kind of)
"Don't be too obvious, like she can't know I borderline stalked her last night," Alysa says in a whisper as she and her best friend, Cara, make their way down the stands of the ice rink.
"Isn't she supposed to like fuck around though? Callie told me she has like seven girlfriends at once."
Rolling her eyes, Alysa looks at Cara like she said the stupidest thing alive. "Okay, let's get serious here. She definitely doesn't have seven girlfriends, and she's nice! Like, she actually has manners,"
"Does she really?" Cocking an eyebrow, Cara points in the direction of you and a teammate trying to leapfrog on the ice.
Groaning, Alysa just looks away, pulling her best friend with her. "To me she does,"
"Sure,"
The arena starts to fill up around them as the start of the game gets closer, and honestly, it's pretty full for a Thursday night. Doing your laps, you pass by the stands, noticing a familiar face in the crowd. At first, you really don't think it's her, but then… the striped shirt gives her away. Slowing down, you stop in front of the glass, waving.
Her face turns bright red, and she looks like she literally wants to crawl out of her skin. So, of course, you start waving with both hands, and then when her friend nudges her to say something, and she actually waves back, you press yourself against the glass, smiling.
But the moment's cut short with one of your teammates coming up behind you, shoving you into the glass before skating off, your only option is to chase after them, leaving Alysa an absolute mess.
"She's definitely not that bad," Cara shrugs, smiling. "At least she's funny,"
Grumbling, Alysa tries to hide her smile. "Shut up,"
You: my place at 11??
Alysa: Sure. Make sure you have a computer charger. I left mine at my dorm.
You: gotchu girl
Alysa: Girl?
You: you don't like???
Alysa: No, no. See you then
Promptly at 11, Alysa's on the other side of your apartment door, ringing the doorbell. Honestly, she's been there for at least 5 minutes ringing it, but she's been incredibly unsuccessful in getting an answer.
Just when she's about to pull out her phone to call you, the door slams open, and there you are, standing there with wet-towel mussed hair and some sweats, and fuck, you look hot. Alysa's practically drooling as you lead her in, the scent of you freshly showered driving her insane.
"We can work at the table," You point towards the kitchen where your tutor sets her stuff down.
"Now?" You ask as she already starts pulling stuff out.
"Yeah?" She looks confused. "I mean, when would we?"
"No, now's fine," You nod, turning towards your room. "I just gotta let my friend know that I can't make it to trivia night,"
You do trivia night?? For fun? Alysa can barely control herself right now. The person she thought you were is most definitely not the person in front of her right now.
"Okay,"
The rest of the session goes as any of yours would, but this time it feels a bit more personal, almost. At one point, she leans over your shoulder, pointing at something on the paper, but doesn't move back right away; she forgot she's still as close as she was. But, you do learn that she smells good, like super duper good, you could drink her perfume for water.
Things also loosen up between you. A couple of times, you happen to glance at your phone, waiting for a response from your friend, and of course, Alysa notices, but the first couple of times she doesn't say anything. It isn't until you actually pick it up, that she gets sort of fiesty. “If you look at your phone again, I’m taking it.”
Smiling, you drop it, putting your hands in the air like you were caught red-handed. "Whoa, okay, I'm done,"
"Good," And she goes back to showing you something on your paper. “Your handwriting is nice… for an athlete.”
"Geez, okay, now we're bullying me?"
“…that sounded mean, sorry I didn’t mean it like that-”
You giggle at the genuinely worried expression on her face. "No, no, you're fine,"
Slowly, you two warm up to each other, the tutoring sessions get easier and easier until you're honestly, full-on, shamelessly flirting with each other, neither of you wanting to admit to the other what's actually happening.
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You're distracted, not really focusing, while Alysa sits across your kitchen counter from you, frustrated. She already was a little irritated over not being able to get through to you for weeks, both academically and… not. But this just adds to it all. She keeps repeating herself, and you're just not listening.
“Okay-no. Stop." She puts a hand out, taking the pencil away from you. "You’re not even trying right now.”
You look up at her, startled. "Wha-"
“Do you even care? About this? About your grades?” The built-up tension wants to drop as she just falls apart in front of you.“…about me being here?” She regrets that last part immediately, but doesn’t take it back.
“I mean, yeah, you’re helping a lot. I appreciate it.”
Standing up, she runs a hand through her hair. You're just not getting it. She's flustered, but she's not holding back now; she's gone too far already.
“That’s not- that’s not what I mean.” Shaking her head, she paces, unable to look at you. “I don’t come over here just because your coach asked me to. I mean, yeah, at first, but… I like being here.” Her voice gets softer, and she slows down. "I like you."
Because you're oblivious, she spells it out for you. “I like that you actually listen to me. I like that you’re not… like everyone else I tutor." She stops, turning towards you. "And I definitely don’t flirt with all my students for the record,”
Sitting in your chair, you stare at her, dumbfounded. You liked her, but you certainly did not think that those feelings were reciprocated. But the silence is mistaken for rejection.
“God, this is so embarrassing, sorry- just forget I said anything-” Flustered, she starts shoving all her stuff in the backpack she carries, her face beet red.
"Wait, no, oh my gosh, sorry," Standing up, you put a hand on hers, stopping her. "I like you too," Then you add, clarifying it for her. "Like more than as my tutor,"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
It doesn’t feel like a small word. It's heavy; it sits between you. Neither of you moves.
Your hand is still on hers, and when Alysa’s eyes drop to it, you can see the way she swallows.
“You’re… really distracting, you know that?” She says, quieter now, like she’s unsure if it's really the best thing to say.
You tilt your head, a smile tugging at your mouth. “You’ve been doing fine so far.”
Her lips part, but she doesn’t answer. Just looks at you like she’s trying to figure out if you're real.
But you don't give her time to overthink it. Leaning in a little, Alysa notices immediately. Her shoulders tense for half a second as she might step back, but she doesn’t.
“We’re supposed to be studying,” She says, but it comes out weaker than before, her breath catching right at the end.
You let out a quiet huff of a laugh. “You’re the one who said you like me.”
“God,” she mutters under her breath, more to herself. “You’re so-”
“So what?”
There’s barely any space left between you.
Her back is bumping against the counter, and she still doesn't move away.
She looks up at you, her eyes a little wider now with something that looks a lot like anticipation.
“This is a bad idea.”
Your thumb brushes over her knuckles, slowly and intentionally. “Then tell me to stop.”
Her eyes flick down to your mouth, then back up again.
She exhales, shakily. “You’re not fair.”
Immediately, you decide this is your moment. You close the gap
The kiss starts slow, testing, but it snaps into something else almost immediately. Warmer, deeper, like all that tension finally has somewhere to go.
Alysa makes this quiet, surprised sound against your lips, like she didn’t expect to react like that, and it goes straight to your head.
Your hand slides from hers to her waist, pulling her in just enough that there’s no space left to pretend.
She lets you. She leans into it.
Her hand comes up, gripping lightly at your sleeve, then your wrist. Behind her, papers crumple slightly against the counter. Something tips, hitting the floor behind her, but neither of you cares.
When she finally pulls back, it’s barely an inch, her breath uneven, forehead almost touching yours.
“We’re literally,” She stops to exhale. “In the middle of a session.”
You glance down at the fallen papers, then back at her. “Feels like we moved on from that.”
Her laugh is soft, breathy, a little disbelieving. “You’re unbelievable.”
“You came over.”
That shuts her up for a second.
Her eyes narrow just slightly, challenging, not annoyed.
“Oh, so this is my fault now?”
You shrug a little. “Didn’t say that.”
“But you meant it.”
“Maybe.”
Without warning, she grabs the front of your shirt and pulls you back in. This time the kiss isn’t careful, but it’s still not rushed. There’s way less hesitation, more pressure, like she’s done pretending she doesn’t want this. Like she’s been thinking about it longer than she’s willing to admit. Your back hits the edge of the table this time, the roles shifting just enough to make your stomach flip.
“Still think I’m distracting?” You murmur against her mouth.
“Shut up,” She breathes, but she’s smiling, just barely, before kissing you again.
After a second, she pulls back just enough to look at you, cheeks flushed, eyes a little unfocused now.
“…You’re failing this session,” She says, trying to sound put together.
You grin. “Whatever,”
Alysa shakes her head, like she’s losing an argument with herself. And when she leans in again, there’s nothing hesitant about it anymore.
sypnosis: what it would be like if caitlin clark was your girlfriend (smutty)
author's note: hi!! okay so i've gotten super duper obsessed with cait and i just want to like give u this because just mwah to her. love u my gorgeous caity. dm or comment to be added to the taglist!
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headcannon 1
oh this girl is so clingy, like she needs to be with you at all times, if not, she's spamming you
✶ i feel like she would totally send random late night texts after games even though she knows your sleeping (you love to go to bed early). she would be like "just dropped 30 but u still haven't answered me". also she would definitely send a million voice notes all the time like narrating every second. if you leave her on delivered she'll send a bunch of question marks or "rude" or "thought we had something."
✶ she is always stealing your things. obviously she can't fit in any of your clothes (because you're way smaller), so she takes little things like hair ties that smell like you, or your waterbottle. just little things that remind her of you
✶ her hands are all over you in public, like constantly. if you're in a crowded space, her hands are on the small of your back, guiding you through people, or wrapped protectively around you. at dinner or in the car, her hands resting on your thigh
✶ when you go places, like events possibly, and you're forced to separate slightly, like maybe you have to talk to different people, she always makes sure to know where you are
headcannon 2
she is a giant softy, like she has the softest spot for you
✶ during games, she always looks for you in the crowd. when she spots you, she makes sure to point you out to her teammates and wave to you in between plays
✶ she loves to drag you to the gym and play basketball with you, knowing that she'll definitely win
✶ after tough losses, she immediately finds you on the sidelines, ignoring reporters and going past begging fans. her huge arms wrap around your neck as yours twist around her waist, and she just buries her face into your neck. she takes losses very hard, like very hard. she feels as though they're her fault and you're her comfort system, so of course, she goes to you
✶ she loves it when you play with her hair. when you're watching movies together, she'll sit on the couch in front of you and practically beg you to braid hr hair or something
✶ she falls asleep on you like constantly, when watching movies on the couch, curled up in bed. but like when i say falling asleep on you, i mean on you. like this girl's fully on you.
headcannon 3
smuttttty hcs
✶ i feel like she loves talking you through it, but she also loves praise. like she likes being told that she's doing a good job and stuff
✶ she is a major munch. like ohmyfuckinggod major munch. this girl practically begs to eat you, like all the time
✶ i feel like she's sort of a secret freak, but not. like maybe at dinner, her hand rides up your thigh and like slips into your dress or something. or like while you're out, she whispers insane things in your ear and makes you continue to be at the party
✶ she is absolutely boobs over ass, like sorry not sorry. she is absolutely obsessed, like obsessed
ask: Was wondering if you could do something like a movie night with amber and isabeau and just whoever you want, and everyones dressed comfortably. Alysa is in an oversized shirt and boxers and sitting in her girlfriend's lap who after a while can't help but notice the heat coming from alysa, immediately understanding that she's wet especially when alysa keeps pushing her hips more firmly into her, nearly grinding now. The knowledge and the feeling makes her girlfriend needy as well, she just wants to get between alysas thighs and eat her out until she's moaning and squirting. How is she gonna do that when they're still with the others and watching a movie in the living room?
author's note: hiiii! i'm slowly going through reqs right now so bare with me! i have 2 or three k9 reqs that i definitely plan on writing, as well as a couple alysa liu ones. if anyone has any ideas for a caitlin clark fic send them my way! i was also thinking of doing text messages between reader and the person? idk if anyone would want that. but yay! thank you for all the ideas you're amazing! reqs are open!
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"Thank fuck I'm a lesbian, I couldn't imagine having to go through this every day," Amber giggles as 'Never Have I Ever' plays on the small TV screen of your and Alysa's shared apartment. The Olympics were a hectic time for your girlfriend; she hadn't seen Amber and Isabeau since, so she wanted to invite them over tonight for a movie night and to introduce you to them.
Throwing her hands up in the air, Isabeau just shakes her head. "Totally can't relate, guys are easier to manipulate than women,"
"True that," Your girlfriend nods, smiling with the little smirk that she does. "But I'm kind of glad she's not so easily manipulatable,"
"I mean, I would hope?" Scrunching your eyebrows together, you pretend to be offended, but really, you enjoy the amazing view of Alysa grinning down at you. She's sitting in your lap as she has been for the duration of movie night, her legs on either side of your own that are stretched out on the couch. Everyone's dressed pretty comfortably, considering you're not going out anywhere, you and Alysa's friends in pajama pants and hoodies, your girlfriend in a pair of your boxers and a giant t-shirt thanks to her tendency to run hot.
Eventually, the four of you turn back to the show, you shoveling popcorn into your mouth as you watch, barely paying attention to the woman sitting on your lap.
You don't really notice anything happening until she starts squirming around. It's not huge movements, but they're definitely significant enough to make you notice. Whispering, you run your hands up and down her legs, trying to stop her. "Baby, can you like stop moving? I'm trying to watch,"
All she does is nod back, her mouth practically clamped shut as her teeth tug on her bottom lip.
Weird. But you just turn back to the show, commenting on little parts here and there.
But after a while, you really can't help but notice the heat coming from Alysa. Yes, she normally runs really hot, but like it's radiating from her core. Immediately, you realize she's wet.
You feel as she hungrily grinds her hips back into you, searching for the friction she so badly needs right now, and fuck, you would be lying if you said you didn't want to give it to her. Grabbing a blanket from behind, you throw it over her legs. She glances back at this, a knowing look on her face.
Fuck, you really can't be doing this right here, but knowing that she's wet for you right now? God, it makes you possibly even needier.
Throwing the blanket back, you lift her gently off her lap, announcing that you have to go to the bathroom... but you don't. You head to your and Alysa's shared bedroom, immediately stripping and falling back on the bed, hoping she takes the hint if she's just as needy as you think she is.
And she is.
"I'm gonna go change, I'll be right back,"
You can faintly hear the murmurs of agreement from Isabeau and Amber, and then the opening of your bedroom door.
"Hi," She says, her pupils immediately dilating at the sight of you sprawled out on your bed.
You watch as she quickly undresses herself, not even bothering to make a show of it. She practically pounces on top of you, attacking your neck with kisses and angry red hickies until she trails down your chest. But you stop her, pulling away.
"Nuh uh," Shaking your head, you flip your positions so she's now on the bottom. "Let's take care of you first,"
And of course, your girl doesn't protest; she happily watches as you slowly kiss your way down her body, holding eye contact with her the whole time.
Now exposed to the cool air, she can't hide how absolutely wrecked she is. You can tell her folds are practically soaking with need just with a glance down, and you smirk into the nips on your way down.
Slowly, ever so slowly, you make it down to her hips. She grips your hair, her fingers entangled as she pulls you into her, panting and heaving as she begs for you to eat her.
You run a finger through her. Oh fuck. She's wet.
You moan, gripping her ass and spreading her wider, making room for you to slide your tongue in.
Immediately, a loud cry escapes from your girlfriend, and you clamp a hand over her mouth. You could honestly get off at the sight of her, your hand over her mouth, as she struggles to keep quiet, her eyebrows laced in pleasure as she looks down at you.
Fuck, she's gorgeous.
Nodding at her, you make sure she's gonna be quiet before you release your palm, licking a test swipe through her folds. She's definitely not silent, but she's quieter than before, so you take it as a win.
Her legs begin to shake as you move your tongue further and further into her, expertly twisting out the orgasm you know has been building up for a while.
You know you should be reminding her to keep quiet, but the little whimpers and moans she keeps letting slip are keeping you going.
You spread and fuck her with her tongue, pulling it all out of her as you swallow every last drop of come.
(mom!wife!paige bueckers x mom!wife!reader headcannons)
sypnosis: paige as a mom because of that video posted by the wingsssss
author's note: hiiii! i like genuinely cannot stop thinking about her so here you go. like the edits rn are going crazy and i hope you love!!!!! also i wanted to know if anyone else watched veronica mars??? it's like so insanely good. reqs are open!
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✶ she would absolutely let your kids paint her nails. she walks around with neon pink sparkles on her hands and doesn't care one bit. in fact, she would totally like show them off in interviews and be like "my daughter painted these,"
✶ she's the braid expert in your house so of course your daughter requests mama to braid her hair every morning
✶ paige would definitely be the one sneaking the kids dessert. she would whisper in their ear, giggling. "don't tell mommy" and then minutes later they tell on you
✶ family movie nights always end up with a sleeping paige and a baby sleeping on her. usually one kid on her chest and the other snuggled against her side
✶ before having kids she would be super calm in emergencies or if someone gets hurt, but after, she's totally the helicopter parent in these situations. like she's super duper worried and freaking out over the smallest things
✶ she keeps polaroids and toys to both remind her of her kids and for emergency meltdowns
✶ your kids absolutely love sitting courtside for their mommy's games and she loves it even more. they wave wildly during every timeout and of course, paige waves back. if paige hears a tiny voice yelling "mama!" from the stands, she immeditely smiles and turns
