#lsu wcbb

[demie90s]

**~ UCONN ~**

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Part 2 - UConn MASTERLIST

WELCOME,

To thee most unbothered, undefeated, unhinged page in your entire web experience. You’ve landed on UCONN — a shrine of dominance, drama, and dangerously well-written women.

If you’re here, you clearly have taste. Whether you’re looking for locker room tension, mic’d up confessions, or casually coded flirting that Geno pretends not to notice…

You my friend…are home.

Of course, should you wish to explore further chaos, you may return to my [NAVI].

May your little hearts leave here screaming, kicking, & re-reading. It’s better the 2nd time. ❄️

Well what are you waiting for. Choose your Player. And don’t be shy to leave a request. Anonymous or public. We don’t judge over here.🤍💙

Enjoy.

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⭑ You Make Me Nervous

⭑ Tied Game, Tight Grip

⭑ That's My Point Guard

⭑ We Lost Time, Not Love

⭑ Questions We Shouldn't Answer

⭑ Written In Ink, Not If

⭑ Girl You Loud

⭑ You Don’t Gotta Say a Word (Pazzi)

⭑ Clear As Day

⭑ Wrong One (Pazzi)

⭑ Anxiety (Pazzi)

⭑ Court. (Puns. PB, CC, NM)

⭑ Call Her Guard(Ian)

⭑ She got that dog in her

⭑ Onto You

⭑ Too late to love me right

⭑ Legends and lesbians

⭑ Left on Read

⭑ Motivation

⭑ She Loves me, I promise

⭑ Series ~ Spoiled Nika

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Barbie Got Her Billionaire Pt.1

Passport Princess Pt.2

Birthday All Week Pt.3

Come To Me Pt.4

For You? Always. Pt.5

Don’t Buy Me That. Pt.6

“Where’s Nika?” “On My Card” Pt.7

You Let Her What Pt.8

Your Spoiled, I’m Just Soft Pt.9

I said I’m fine. Don’t walk away. Pt.10

How Much Was It? Pt.11

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⭑ My Girl

⭑ Court. (Puns. PB, CC, NM)

⭑ Still Mad, Still Yours, Part 2

⭑ That Doesn’t Stop the Show

⭑ She Don’t Even Talk to Us Like That

⭑ Shameless Rivalry

⭑ Jealous Much

⭑ Yours, Alwyas Was

⭑ Fouls And Foreplay

⭑ Flex For Me

⭑ Worst Behavior (Smut)

⭑ Second Place Never Felt This Loud

⭑ Her

⭑ If Your Gonna Look at Me Like That

⭑ You Don’t Gotta Say a Word (Pazzi)

⭑ Lip Locked

⭑ Wrong One (Pazzi)

⭑ Anxiety (Pazzi)

⭑ Say It Without Saying It

⭑ 10 Things I Hate About You

⭑ Front Row (Pazzi)

⭑ What if it’s always been you

⭑ Behind Closed Doors

⭑ My Own Name

⭑ People’s Princess

⭑ You Asked

⭑ Why Are You Like This

⭑Cart Crimes

⭑ Caught

⭑ Grown Money, Baby Crush

⭑ She Not Even Hooping For Real

⭑ And The Crowd Is....Concerned?

⭑ Emotional Support Teammate

⭑ My Little Komedian

⭑ Play Stupid. Win Stupid

⭑ When She Goes Quiet

⭑ Something to Come Home To

⭑ All She’s Got

⭑ Coach, I Swear It Was an Accident (It Wasn’t)

⭑ I Don’t Know How to Wish Anymore

⭑ Where the Hell Is She?

⭑ Don’t Get Comfortable

⭑ Dance Break

⭑ Not One Damn Was Given

⭑ She’s Always Been That Girl

⭑ Halftime Unleashed

⭑ Bleed Blue…Literally

⭑ More Then A Teammate

⭑ She Plays For Us

⭑ Micd Up & Outta Pocket

⭑ Pretty Hurts Until She Plays

⭑ Zumba Queen

⭑ Nationals Chaos

⭑ You Can’t Take Her Nowhere

⭑ Main Character

⭑ Soft Spot

⭑ Left Out

⭑ One Miss

⭑ Off Limits

⭑ One Night Off

⭑ Snowed In, Spoiled Rotten

⭑ Triple Threat

⭑ Pick One? Nah.

⭑ Triple Threat

⭑ Sedated and Unbothered

⭑ You said it!

⭑ You good?

[prettygirl-gabi]

‧˚ Gabi * ✧ you can call me pretty girl, or gabi. twenty-one. she/her. bi. after party energy with a homebody heart. women’s sports girl forever — especially #5. midnight playlists. lip gloss. oversized jerseys. silver jewelry. lavender haze. baby blue mood lights. Blue light glasses on, candle lit, dr pepper in hand. SZA. Leon. Drake. Chris Breezy. Kendrick. k-pop mainly in my ears, wnba on my screen. i romanticize warm blankets & championship wins. journal hoarder. book lover. Dancing side quester. spotify addict. 2000s r&b and old school rap girl. manifesting tunnel fits + post-game interviews. inbox & dms always open. this blog = safe space. stay as long as you want — you’re already on the list.

( masterlist. anon emoji. my tags. )

[burntthebacon]

ju, gabby, flaujae, paige, rickea, rhyne, alisha, kahleah, janiah, kailyn, milaysia, zee, ag, jada, jewell, kk, arike, ray ray, domi, syd, ayanna, tiffany, ken, azzi, ice, haeran, jana, jasmine, talia, kiki, tp, naphessa, aubrey, emily, alysha, kiki r, nika, amani, sa’myah, bg, yurim, jaloni, and malia can get coochie out this queen bc I’M EASYYYY ASF

i’m down bad for damn near everybody i’m sorry guys but women are just so 😫😔

ntm on me now you see i dabble in the snow a little bit

[pbnbucks]

Smut Prompts Fluff Prompts Angst Prompts

PBNBUCKS WORKS ꨄ

𐐂 UCONN

Paige Bueckers

・Movie Night / NSFW

・Love And Friendship / NSFW

・Booty Rubs / FLUFF

・Hard Launch / FLUFF

・Strap Talk / NSFW

・Video Games / NSFW

・Caught / NSFW

・Graduation supprise / NSFW

・Wake Up / FLUFF

・S-L-U-T / NSFW

・Baby Fever / NSFW

・Regrets / NSFW

・High School Sweethearts / FLUFF

・Passion Fruit / SUGGESTIVE

・Monopoly Piece / NSFW

・October / FLUFF

・Yes You Can / NSFW

・Suck On Em’ / NSFW

・Act Right / NSFW

Azzi Fudd

$ no works yet…

KK Arnold

・Gone Wrong / FLUFF

・Selfish / FLUFF

・Better? / NSFW

・Head Cannons / NSFW

・Loctitian Head Cannons / NSFW

・3 Words / NSFW

Ice Brady

$ no works yet…

Caroline Ducharme

$ no works yet…

Jana El Alfy

$ no works yet…

Pazzi

・Mirror Sex / NSFW

・Hair Dye / FLUFF

・You Wish / FLUFF

・Senior Night / FLUFF

・What Was That For? / NSFW

・Back Shots / NSFW

Paige x Nika x Fem

・Camera / SUGGESTIVE

・Whats Your Problem? / NSFW

・Good Intentions / NSFW

・The Transfer Student / NSFW

・We Can Be Better / NSFW

・Im Sorry / NSFW

・Love You / FLUFF

・Parking Lot / NSFW

・Random / NSFW

𐐂 LSU

Flaujae Johnson

・Mid Range / FLUFF

・Head Cannons / NSFW

Hailey Van Lith

・I Own You / NSFW

・Birthday Sex / NSFW

𐐂Gonzaga

Inês Bettencourt

・Only One / FLUFF

𐐂Southern California

Juju Watkins

・Borderline Delusional / NSFW

・Meet Me In The Bathroom / NSFW

request are always open!

[hoopingwjuju]

flaujae got a bf, yanna got a gf, ray got a gf, domi got a gf whose next JUJU???

MY SHAYLASSSSS

[yannasuniverse]

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

𝐔𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧 𝐰𝐛𝐛… KK Arnold with a shorter girlfriend • Paige Bueckers with a hairstylist girlfriend • Dress up for the carnival- Ayanna Patterson • Sleeply head- Kk Arnold • Hair day- Paige Bueckers • Paige Bueckers with a pole dancer girlfriend • pretty girl on campus- ice brady • Ayanna Patterson Hc • I miss you- Kk arnold • The other woman- Paige Bueckers • Body pics- Paige Bueckers • Paige Bueckers with a injured girlfriend • Kk arnold hcs • Regret • I got you- kk Arnold • Sweetness- Azzi fudd • text message with kk • Is this fate?-Paige Bueckers • Ines Bettencourt hcs

𝐋𝐬𝐮 𝐰𝐛𝐛… My pretty girl- Flau’Jae Johnson

𝐔𝐬𝐜 𝐰𝐛𝐛… Juju Watkins hcs • Juju Watkins hcs • Juju Watkins with a shorter girlfriend • Kisses- Juju Watkins

𝐖𝐧𝐛𝐚… Nalyssa smith with a nail tech girlfriend • Kate martin with a baker girlfriend • Flowers- Aaliyah Edwards • Gabby Williams hcs • NaLyssa smith with neck grabs. • snowy day- Nalyssa smith • Reward- Gabby Williams • Late night ice cream- Caitlin Clark

𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬!

𝐏𝐣𝐨… Nothing yet!

𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞… Nothing yet!

[wbbgetsmewetter]

how these wcbb players have me every time i open my phone to a scandal

[angelliicc]

lil geno and lil mulkey

[shecanball]

ANEESAH MORROW & FLAU'JAE JOHNSON at the 2024 WNBA All Star Friday Night

[fruitbasketball]

flau’jae know what’s up

[demie90s]

That Ain’t Just a Chain

꒰ 🍒 ꒱ FLAU’JAE JOHNSON X READER ꒰ 🍒 ꒱

MASTERLIST MORE

⭑ pairing: Flau’jae Johnson x reader (fly and unbothered!fem!reader)

⭑ summary: She let you wear it once. Now it’s yours. On your neck during warmups. In the studio. At press. The chain with her initial on it. The world doesn’t know it’s hers. But the team does. The staff does. And you does. Because you never take it off. And every time you tug it mid-conversation, she looks at you and smirks—you knows exactly what your doing.

⭑ genre: Flirty chaos, soft claim, sugar-free possessiveness

⭑ warnings: Lowkey marking, public teasing, not-so-subtle obsession

⭑ word count: ~ 0.8k

You were never one for jewelry. Didn’t even wear earrings until your sophomore year. But that chain—her chain—never left your neck.

It started like a joke.

“You always staring at it,” Flau’jae had said one night in the dorms, stretched out across your bed in those grey sweats that did too much for her, balancing a mic in one hand and a Styrofoam container of lemon pepper wings in the other. “You want it or something?”

You’d shrugged. “It’s cool.”

She unhooked it without looking and tossed it at you like it was nothing. Except it was everything. Gold. Heavy. FJ dangling at the end. You caught it midair, held it like it might burn your fingers.

Flau grinned. “Go on. Put it on.” You did. And you never took it off.

⸻

The first time you wore it in public was during warmups before a ranked game. Cameras everywhere. Your jersey loose, shooting sleeve tight, chain glinting every time you ran drills. Nobody questioned it. Nobody had to.

The team knew. They didn’t say a word.

But that grin on Angel’s face when she saw it? Gave you away. The way she elbowed Mikaylah and nodded like, “Yup. I told y’all.”

Flau’jae didn’t say anything either. She didn’t have to. She just winked at you after you sunk your third three in a row, then slapped your ass a little harder than usual when you ran past her during the layup line.

“Nice chain,” she mouthed.

You smirked. Tugged it just enough for her to notice.

⸻

Studio nights were a different story. Flau worked late. Always. You didn’t even question the texts anymore.

come thru.

bring snacks.

i’m stuck on this hook.

And you? You’d show up without fail—chain on, hair pulled back, hoodie off one shoulder.

The studio wasn’t big, but it was cozy. LED lights. Takeout bags. Beat drops thick enough to rattle your lungs. You never did anything but sit back, watch her spin verses out of smoke and breath, nodding along like a damn groupie in love.

Which, let’s be honest—you were.

She’d be pacing the booth, fitted cap low, that smile tucked behind the bars. But the second she saw you playing with the chain, she’d bite her lip and shake her head like you were gonna get her in trouble.

“You know what that do to me,” she mumbled once, low and raspy through the mic.

“What?” you said sweet as hell, dragging a finger along the pendant. “I’m just adjusting.”

Her verse that night? Wild. She didn’t even use her phone. Just fire off the top like the tension between you had lit her whole brain up.

⸻

At press, the chain was a problem.

You’d sit pretty with your legs crossed in LSU gear, microphone angled toward you, that little glint of gold poking out from under your collar.

And the questions always came.

“Reader, who’s your biggest influence on and off the court?”

“What does that chain mean? You wear it every game.”

You’d smile.

“Just motivation,” you said once. “It’s special to me.”

Flau’jae coughed behind you, trying not to laugh. You didn’t even turn around. You could feel her smirking like she was carved into your back.

⸻

After a win, the team would hit Cane’s or Shake Shack. You’d always end up sitting next to Flau, even if the coaches split y’all up. Somehow, some way, she’d end up across from you at the booth, dipping fries in ranch, talking about her next freestyle or a verse she wrote in the car.

You’d tug the chain absentmindedly, resting your elbow on the table, eyes never leaving hers.

She’d meet your stare like it was nothing. Like she wasn’t two seconds from folding right in front of the team. And still—nobody said anything.

Not Angel. Not Aneesah. Not Coach. Because everybody was waiting for the moment y’all made it official. But you two? You liked the slow burn. The silence in between the spark. The not-yet of it all.

⸻

Late one night, after a long-ass double OT game, you were sprawled on Flau’s bed in compression shorts and that oversized LSU shirt she claimed she “lost” but never gave back.

Your legs were sore. Knees iced. And your head was on her stomach while she scrolled through TikTok with one hand and absentmindedly played with your chain with the other.

“You ever gon’ take this off?” she asked.

You shook your head against her. “Never.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Even if we ain’t like… us?”

You glanced up at her.

“We’ve always been us.”

She didn’t reply at first. Just looked at you. Like really looked. You’d never seen her this quiet.

She pressed her thumb against the FJ charm and whispered, “I want the world to know.”

You blinked. “What?”

She sighed. “You wear my chain like it’s law. You do interviews with it on. You shoot threes with it on. You in the studio, acting like you belong to me. But the world don’t know.”

You sat up a little. “You want them to?”

“I want you,” she said simply. “And if that mean the whole world gotta know, then yeah.”

You kissed her. Right there. No cameras. No press. No teasing.

Just the chain between you, cold against your skin, and her hands holding you like she finally realized what forever felt like.

⸻

⭑

The team’s TikTok account posted a clip: You, tugging the chain, Flau glancing over, smirking like a damn criminal. Caption:

“When you let her wear it once and now it’s hers.”

⭑

Let’s just say… the comments exploded. And neither of you denied it. 

[swiftiesusa]

this pic is so fucking funny omfg

[chaotic-toasters]

Dumb Ref

Kate Martin x Reader (I write soccer fics... don't come at me if it sucks please🙏)

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"REF!" you yelled, tossing your hands up from your spot on the ground. "ARE YOU GONNA CALL THE FOUL OR NAH?"

The ref turned her head back in annoyance as play continued on. "Just because you keep falling over doesn't mean it's a foul, Y/L/N!"

A growl rumbled in the back of your throat. You shot to your feet, smacking the ball away as it left the LSU player's hand. "RAAHHH!"

You chucked the ball to Caitlin who made an easy layup, rolling your eyes at the way the Iowa bench was unsuccessfully trying to stifle their laughter.

As you ran back, the player you were defending mistakenly stuck out her foot ever-so-slightly, and, to your aggravation, you tripped.

"REEEEEF!" you yelled, practically shattering everyone's eardrums to the point all the courtside microphones picked it up. "SHE FLIPPIN' TRIPPED ME! CALL THE FOUL, GODDAMNIT!"

The ref blew her whistle, glaring at you before touching her right hand to her right shoulder and letting her arm fall to her side.

Your jaw dropped as you scrambled to your feet. "HOW IS THAT A FLOP?! ARE YOU DUMB?"

You were tackled to the floor before you could even take a step. "SYDNEY! GET OFFA ME YOU FU—"

A hand was slapped over your mouth.

"Don't!" Kate scolded, your girlfriend's hand remaining strong. "Don't say it."

Sydney only let you up once you stopped squirming, a look of utter annoyance on your face. "I hate all of you. Literally every single one of you."

As play started up again, you became more aggressive, throwing more shoulder into it than you had earlier on in the game, getting more steals, blocking more shots. And of course, that was when the ref started paying attention.

You had slightly knocked Angel Reese with your shoulder, successfully stealing the ball after a double team with Caitlin, when the ref had decided she didn't like that and blown the whistle.

You backflipped, chucking the ball to Narnia, fists clenched as you stalked over to the dumb woman wearing black and white stripes. "ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING M— YOU CAN'T EJECT ME FOR THAT YOU BI—" you stopped short when you spotted Kate giving you the I'm-not-mad,-just-disappointed girlfriend look. "YOU BIIIIII... you biii... YOU BIRD! THIS IS ONLY MY FOURTH PERSONAL! LEARN TO COUNT!"

You could hear Coach Bluder facepalm behind you.

"No," the ref scoffed. "One on Reese in the first quarter, one on Johnson in the second, and two on Poa and another one on Reese this quarter."

"Yeah! That's four!" You snapped, counting on your fingers. "Reese, Johnson, Poa, Ree—"

You stopped short. "Reese, Reese, Johnson, Poa, Poa—wait—"

Kate held in a laugh, grabbing you by the shoulders and pushing you gently off the court since you were still busy trying to count. "Come on, baby, off you go."

You blinked rapidly as Coach Bluder took Kate's place, guiding you to the bench with an amused but equally unamused sigh. "Sit down, Y/N."

As soon as she returned to her previous spot on the sidelines, you snapped out of it. "Dumb ref!"

Her head snapped back like a slingshot. "What did you say?"

You jumped to your feet, ready to deck her, only for Molly to deck you, lightly but effectively kicking you in the back of the knee with her foot. You practically crumpled, nearly hitting your head on the back of your seat had it not been for one of your other teammates sticking their hand out. "Ow!"

"Sit your ass down," Molly scolded. "Stop antagonizing her!"

"She's antagonizing me!" You whined, holding the back of your knee as you hauled yourself up onto your chair. "She's the one being a—"

"HEY!" Kate shouted from half court, hands in her hips as LSU prepared to dribble down the court. "NOT ANOTHER WORD, MISSY, OR YOU CAN COOK YOUR OWN DINNER FOR THE NEXT WEEK!"

You jolted, sitting up ramrod straight, frantically shaking your head at the threat.

Kylie snorted. "Really? That's all it took for you to shut up? Your girlfriend yelling at you?"

You scowled, but said nothing.

"You're so whipped."

"I am not whipped!" You screeched, shoving her off her seat before standing on yours and preparing to perform an elbow drop.

"HEY! STOP THAT!" Kate's voice was so commanding that everybody on the court froze momentarily. "KYLIE! Y/N! BEHAVE!"

You both scrambled to return to your seats, staring straight ahead with matching looks of terror on your faces.

Kate shook her head as everyone on the court snapped back into action. "LITERAL CHILDREN!"

You stuck out your tongue.

"SEE?"

I should stick to soccer fics

[burntthebacon]

my girlies with lebron

rare sighting ju in a skirt she looks so cutesy!!

[averyisnotpresent]

when i say best edit i've ever seen: i mean it.

holy. fucking. shit.

creds to the amazing: @drm0rales on tiktok

[hoopingwjuju]

All I want for Christmas‼️‼️