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OH BYEEE

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MONTREAL

sypnosis. gabby williams x fem!reader . chattttt , this is the best set of headcannons i wrote !! but my cramps are acting up , so like and i need some comfort soooo jewell blurb coming up ??

warnings. uhm smutty details ??

notes. brooo brooo brooo these cramps . like im screaming in painnnnnn . i can’t do this broo , i woke up last night and started crying . i couldn’t even go on my phone , bro pls send prayers cus this is not tea !!

gabby williams who can’t keep her eyes off you when you’re in a bikini, biting her lip because you look too good to handle.

gabby williams who sneaks up behind you at the pool, sliding her hands over your hips and pulling you close so you can feel her heat.

gabby williams who loves to tease you by tracing her fingers just under your bikini top, making you shiver even in the sun.

gabby williams who challenges you to a splash fight but ends up pinning you against the edge of the pool, her lips finding yours as the water drips down your skin.

gabby williams who kisses every exposed inch of your body, her touch hot and relentless, leaving marks only bikinis can hide.

gabby williams who loves to play with the strings of your bikini, tugging them just enough to make you gasp and grab onto her.

gabby williams who pulls you into a secluded spot on the beach, pushing you down onto a towel and worshipping your body like it’s a work of art.

gabby williams who whispers dirty things about how good you look in that tiny bikini while slowly sliding her hands beneath the fabric.

gabby williams who gets possessive, making sure everyone knows you’re hers by kissing you deeply and biting your shoulder.

gabby williams who loves the contrast of the sun warming your skin and the cool ocean breeze, using it to tease you until you’re begging for more.

TAGS :: uhm well yes @chloenextdoorr , @mrsarnold , @iitslowkeyylizzyanne , @inesbaby21 , @2prettyjaleesaaa

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WHATEVER SHE WANTS

a mini A’JA WILSON blurb

syp. a’ja wilson x fem!reader headcannons where basically , your stewie’s little sister and your also a’ja’s rookie so she can never seem to get enough of you .

warnings. none that i can really think of .

notes. so i’ve decided to narrow it down just a lil bit , i will mainly be writing for LV ACES . and maybe somebody like SEATTLE STORM for special occasions !!

you’d just wrapped up a two-game road stretch, legs aching, mind already halfway to a nap, when a’ja tossed her arm over your shoulders in the tunnel

“rook,” she said, voice all casual, “what do you want tonight?” you shrugged, figuring she meant food. “uh… i don’t know. pasta?” she stopped walking, turned to face you with that little smirk that meant she was up to something. “nah, baby. i mean anything you want.”

you laughed, because what did that even mean? but the next thing you knew, you were being ushered into a mall — still in your team sweats — while a’ja strolled along beside you like she owned the place. “that jacket? get it.” “you hesitated too long on those shoes — we’re buying ‘em.” “ooh, jewelry store, c’mon.”

you tried to protest — “a’ja, this is insane” — but she’d just tap your chin and say, “shh, rook. you’re mine, and i like seeing my girl spoiled.” by the time dinner rolled around, your arms were loaded with bags you swore you didn’t need, and she had you seated at a rooftop restaurant overlooking the city.

she ordered for both of you, wine included, and somewhere between laughing at her story about her rookie year and sharing dessert off the same fork, you realized… she wasn’t just spoiling you with things. she was spoiling you with time, attention, and the kind of soft that people didn’t always get to see from her.

when the check came, you didn’t even get a glimpse of it — she had it paid before you could blink.

“rook,” she said as you walked out into the night, “next time, maybe you’ll believe me when i say you deserve nice things.”

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stay ready - 𝕬.𝕲

SYP . allisha gray nsfw headcannons , i decided to llish headcannons instead of a blurb or oneshot because i was in a rush !

WAR . some ppl would call it nasty nsfw , but idrk soo

LEESA SPEAKS . kohri needs make an account pls i beg youuuu . also yes guys i did use a random girl of Pinterest for the pics you see in these headcannons , don’t shoot me . based off this req .

allisha gray who knows exactly how to push your buttons, biting her lip as she slowly strips you down, eyes dark with hunger.

allisha gray who loves to take charge, grabbing your wrists above your head and kissing every inch of your neck before sinking down between your legs.

allisha gray who’s got a filthy mouth, whispering dirty things in your ear that make your body melt and crave her more.

allisha gray who loves rough but tender — scratching your back, pulling your hair gently, and making sure you know she owns every inch of you.

allisha gray who teases you with her fingertips, dragging them slowly down your body until you’re begging for more.

allisha gray who loves to dominate in public — slipping her hand under your clothes when no one’s looking and making you shiver.

allisha gray who loves to take her time, exploring every curve and sensitive spot with a mix of kisses and nibbles until you’re trembling.

allisha gray who can be playful too — biting your earlobe and making you gasp before smirking and going back for more.

allisha gray who’s clingy after sex, wrapping you in her arms and pressing her lips to yours with slow, lazy kisses.

an. anyways kohri plssss make an account . you could literally write for kennedy , a’ja , jewell , and even angel . pls pls pls lock in .

tags. @iitslowkeyylizzyanne , @allthingsalondraaa , @mystarosaragi , @angeladugalicswife

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lish smut anyone??

OH ABSOLUTELYYYYYYYYYYY !

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oh bruins basketball we are so back😭💙😭💙

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so erm i think this was meant for youuuuu @mystarosaragi

#BREAK THE SILENCE , DAMN THE DARK , DAMN THE LIGHT

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ★ — juju watkins x fem!reader . you talked back to her , and there were SERIOUS consequences .

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ ★ — 18+ smut, dom!juju, brat!reader, punishment, rough fingering, choking (light), spanking, dirty talk, jealousy, face-grabbing, hair-pulling, aftercare, possessiveness, gxg, wlw

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ★ — the chain by fleetwood mac ( 2004 remaster ) .

You rolled your eyes.

And that’s when everything shifted. The room went quiet. JuJu's jaw clenched. Her gaze darkened like a storm pulling in fast and violent. "You wanna try that again?" she said slowly.

You scoffed from the bed, tossing the remote aside. “I said, maybe if you passed the ball instead of showin’ off every game, y’all wouldn’t be losing.” You were joking. Kinda. But JuJu? JuJu wasn’t laughing.

She stalked over to you in two long strides, grabbed your ankle, and yanked you down the bed until your back hit the sheets with a thud. "You think that mouth’s cute when it’s talkin’ back?" "Maybe I do."

Wrong answer.

Her hand slid around your throat, just tight enough to make you gasp, her body pressing down into yours. "Yeah?” she hissed, face inches from yours. “Then let’s see if it’s still cute when you’re moaning my name.”

You opened your mouth to sass her again, but her fingers were already inside you.

Two. Deep. Fast. No teasing. No build-up. Just punishment. Your hips jerked up off the bed. “F-Fuck—JuJu—”

She didn’t let up. Her other hand gripped your thigh, pinning you down like a warning. Her eyes stayed locked on yours, watching every twitch of your lips, every whimper you tried to hide.

"Talk back again," she growled, curling her fingers right against that spot that made your vision go white. “Say one moresmart thing.”

You whimpered, breath shaking. “I— I didn’t mean it—” She pulled her fingers out. Slap. Her palm smacked your pussy, making you yelp.

“Don’t lie,” she said. “You love pushin’ me.”

You nodded, tears springing in your eyes, mouth open like you couldn’t form a full sentence anymore.

“Yeah,” JuJu whispered, bringing her fingers back in, slow now, curling perfectly. “That’s what I thought. All that attitude… just beggin’ for me to fuck it outta you.” And she did.

Harder. Rougher. Until your moans weren’t even words anymore — just breath and broken little cries. Her name, again and again, caught on your tongue like it was the only thing keeping you alive.

When you came, your whole body arched. You grabbed her arm, thighs trembling, and she didn’t stop until she felt it — that deep, full-body kind of orgasm that left you twitching and babbling her name like a prayer. After, she kissed your forehead. Gently. Her voice soft.

“Still got somethin’ to say?” You blinked up at her, flushed and ruined. “...Thank you.” She smirked.

“That’s what I thought.”

an. first ever juju smut fic !! im actually rlly proud of myself

tags. tysm @courtsidewithlani . i reposted your juju fic , it’s actually soooo good . your like the best 🤗

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⌗ 𝗪𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡 ⸝⸝ ᴡ.ꜱ

.ᐟ SYPNOSIS ಇ. willow smith x fem!reader . yall used to date , and a good 3 months later , wills shows up to your house and decides to fuck the fuck outta you , becuase she’s angry and desperate . im not even gonna lie , yall need to appreciate willow more, like she’s so fucking pretty !!

ⓘ warnings : one word . filthy. there’s a lot , so bare with me . 18+ content, smut, strong language, heavy tension, pinning, fingering (f!receiving), dom!willow, sub!reader, mndi (mostly dom, no initiation), teasing, past relationship tension, a lil possessiveness, reader lowkey still in love, wlw, gxg

𝄞 now playing : ( 🔊 ) .

The last time you saw Willow, she left your apartment without a word — hoodie pulled low, jaw clenched, and your heart somewhere in her back pocket. That was three months ago. Now? She’s at your door.

Leaning against the frame like she never shattered you. Black tank top. Silver rings. That same chain around her neck that you used to tug when things got heated. Her hair’s longer. Her stare’s deeper. And her mouth…

Yeah. It’s the same mouth that used to say “I love you” and then “cum for me” ten minutes later.

You fold your arms across your chest. “What do you want, Willow?” She hums, low and unapologetic. “You.” You scoff. “You don’t get to say that.” Willow shrugs, then steps inside. Uninvited. The door shuts behind her with a soft click, and suddenly the room’s too warm.

“I made a mistake,” she says, voice low. Calm. Dangerous. You look away.

“No, look at me.” You do. And that’s when her hands press to your hips, warm and familiar, grounding you like she never left.

“I’ve had other girls,” she whispers, “but none of them sound like you. None of them look like you when they fall apart.”

You shudder. “Willow—” Her mouth is on yours. Fast. Rough. Desperate. She pins you to the wall with a groan, thigh sliding between your legs, tongue already slipping past your lips like it ownsthe place. You moan into her mouth, traitorous and aching, and she smirks.

“There she is,” Willow breathes. “Knew you’d still melt for me.”

Her hand slips under your shirt — up, up, fingertips dancing across your stomach until they find your breasts. She groans. “No bra?” she teases. “You knew I was coming.”

You gasp as she fingers your nipple. “Didn’t… didn’t know I’d let you in.” She laughs into your neck. “Didn’t need to. You always let me in.”

Then her hand is down your pants. She moans. “Oh, you’re soaked.” “Fuck—” “You miss me?” You don’t answer.

So she answers for you — two fingers sinking in, deep and slow, curling just right. You arch into her, head hitting the wall, lips parted in a silent cry.

“God, this pussy missed me,” Willow groans. She curls again. Your hips jerk. She knows every button, every sound, every way to make you lose your mind.

You gonna cum for me, pretty girl?”

You whimper. “Y-Yeah—”

“Not yet,” she growls. “Wanna feel you fall apart around my hand.”

Her mouth crashes into yours again — this time slower, deeper, like she’s kissing you back together.

“Say it,” she demands, pumping faster now. “Say you’re still mine.” You break. Shatter. “Still yours—fuck—I’m yours—” . You cum with a cry, legs trembling, hips grinding against her palm as she rides it out for you.

an. and that’s it !

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hey hos it’s childish gambinoooo

loni go to sleep 🫩

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LET DOWN — T.P

⭑. .ᐟ ꜱʏᴘɴᴏꜱɪꜱ ꪆৎ : te-hina paopao x fem!reader / oc ( CIANNI ) . in which :: cianni feels depressed and finally realized something .

i. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꪆৎ : mental health , depression , self h@rm , screaming , angst , a lot , trigger warnings , pls don’t read if you might feel unsafe

♪. ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ꪆৎ : LET DOWN — radiohead

i. ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ꪆৎ : heavy themes. read with care. note: if you or anyone you know is struggling, you are not alone. please reach out. you matter. 🫶🏼

CIANNI POV 🏛️ 4:12 AM. the kind of hour where the world gets too quiet.

i’m sitting on the floor of my dorm. my knees pulled to my chest. everything feels like it’s pressing in—tight, dark, loud in the wrong way. like my brain won't shut the hell up.

my jersey’s still halfway on. practice been over. lights been out.

but my wrists sting.

because i did it again. and i told myself i wouldn’t. i promised myself last time was the last time.

"FUCK"

it came outta me like lightning—loud, sharp, wrong. like my body couldn’t hold the pain anymore, like the scream was the only thing real.

then came the cry.

that part hurt worse.

because girls like me ain’t supposed to cry. not the too loud ones. not the too reckless, too angry, too ghetto ones.

i sobbed into my pillow, hoping to bury it. but the pillow felt stiff.

i looked up. eyes swollen. hands trembling.

te-hina.

she was standing there. door cracked open behind her. light from the hallway making a halo around her face like something biblical.

she didn’t gasp. didn’t flinch.

“show me,” she said.

and i panicked.

“no. no—i can’t. i can’t. you’re not supposed to see this.”

no one’s supposed to see me like this.

i'm the girl who shoves. who fouls out. who yells at refs and breaks through double teams. i wear my nike sleeves to cover the scars—not to show them off.

“cianni,” she says again. softer. but serious.

“show me.”

and i want to. god, i want to. but i shake my head, hard.

“if you see this,” i whisper, voice cracking, “you’ll stop looking at me like i’m strong. like i matter. like i ain’t a burden. i’m not supposed to break.”

she walks over, slow. sits beside me on the cold floor. our knees touching.

“you think i love you because you’re loud?” she asks.

i don’t answer. can’t.

she reaches out, gently pulls the hem of my sleeve.

i flinch.

she pauses.

“i’m not here to hurt you,” she says. “i’m here because you keep hurting yourself.”

my breath shatters.

and i pull the sleeve up.

just a little.

she sees it. the red. the raw. the shame.

she doesn’t cry. doesn’t gasp.

she just takes my hand in hers.

and she holds it. tight. like she’s anchoring me to the earth.

“you don’t have to hide,” she whispers.

and i lose it. completely. cry so hard my whole body shakes. lean into her shoulder, sobbing until i’m snot-nosed and hoarse.

she lets me.

she doesn’t leave. doesn’t look away. doesn’t act like i’m too much.

by the time 5:04 hits, i’m leaning on her lap, eyes heavy.

nike sleeves still on. but for the first time, i think about taking them off—for good.

maybe i ain’t too loud.

maybe i’m just human. and maybe that’s enough.

because she stayed. she saw the parts of me i buried— and she stayed.

an. guys i really struggled with this fic especially because it handles mature topics . uhm this maybe should have stayed in the drafts . but for everybody who doesn’t already know . mental health matters. always. please , and i mean please reach out. you’re loved louder than you know.

tags. uhm none for right now

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okay so basically me and jaleesa go to the same boarding school and there are two people who i think should rlly date lowkey ( e’lycia manuel and harper bethel 😭 ) and since you said your doing that fem!oc x fem!oc type shit . you should do that one !! because like if you know how bad they hate each other ,, oh baby it’s baddddd

i know i know . ima have to lock in for dis one

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help i need requests , for another llish fic !!

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500 LLBS ⸝⸝ R.H

⭑. .ᐟ ꜱʏᴘɴᴏꜱɪꜱ ꪆৎ : rhyne howard x fem!stoner . in which : your always high so rhyne accepts it . OR in which : rhyne takes a thousand pictures of you , while your high .

i. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꪆৎ : smoking , feeling high , stoned/buzzed out ??

♪ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ꪆৎ : 500LBS

“You high right now?”

You jumped — almost dropped your camera. Rhyne was leaning against the bleachers, arms crossed, smirk deep. Practice had wrapped, sweat still fresh on her forehead, lashes stuck together. Her eyes scanned you like you were the main event instead of the one behind the lens.

“Why you askin’ like that?” you said slowly, tugging your hoodie over your nose. “Don’t I look productive?”

Rhyne raised an eyebrow. “You wore the same outfit two days in a row. You got your lens cap on backwards. And you just took, like… ten pictures of my shoelaces.”

You blinked. Then squinted at your screen. “Damn,” you muttered. “Those laces were hitting, though.” She laughed. “Come here.”

You slinked over, camera slung at your side, eyes half-lidded. She was taller, sweatier, and absolutely violating your personal space in the best way.

“You high or not?” she asked again, voice quieter this time. You leaned in closer. “Just a lil buzzed.”

She smiled like she won something. “You always get soft when you smoke. All slow and sweet. Start complimentin’ people too much.”

You looked up at her — dazed. “You want a compliment?” “I want you to hold still.”

Before you could ask, she snatched your camera out of your hand like it weighed nothing.

“Rhyne—!”

“Shhh,” she cooed, already adjusting the focus. “Lemme get a flick while you high.” She crouched a little, tilted the lens up at you, then nodded. “C’mon. Look at me.”

You licked your lips, hand slipping into your hoodie pocket for your lighter, your eyes barely staying open.

Click.

“Damn,” she muttered. “You’re so pretty when you’re soft.” You blinked hard. “That’s illegal.” She looked up over the camera. “What is?” “Saying stuff like that when I’m in my lil floaty headspace.” She grinned. “You in your feelings?”

You nodded slowly. “You wanna come smoke with me later?” She lowered the camera. “Thought you’d never ask.”

Later that night, you passed her a freshly rolled joint while sitting on your apartment floor, music low, laughter loud, and her big hand resting on your thigh like it belonged there.

“Lemme take one more picture,” you whispered.

She leaned in close — lips brushing your jaw.“You better post that shit on the Dream’s page with the caption ‘face of the franchise, heart of the stoner.’” You wheezed. She kissed you anyway.

an. shshdgdhdhshhehshehehe ugh she’s so fine. but i can’t say too much cus that’s leah’s girl . but anyways , why doesn’t nbdy appreciate the greatness of ATL DREAM ( including llish ) . like uhm hello ??

tags. i feel like she’s the only one i can rant to about either llish , jordin , rhyne , or literally anybody on ATL dream . @mystarosaragi

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ATL’S GOLDEN GIRL ⸝⸝ A.G

⭑. .ᐟ ꜱʏᴘɴᴏꜱɪꜱ ꪆৎ : allisha gray x fem!reader . in which : reader wins a GRAMMY . OR in which : allisha gets to interview you after winning your very first GRAMMY

i. ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꪆৎ : 🥺 gxg, wlw, fluff overload, established relationship, proud girlfriend behavior . idec if this is corny cus like wtf .

♪ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ꪆৎ : YOU

The confetti still clung to your curls.

It had been maybe fifteen minutes since they called your name — since the words "Best R&B Album goes to..." were followed by your own. Your knees nearly buckled, your breath caught, and somewhere in that instant your whole body got lighter and heavier at once. You blinked, shook hands, hugged whoever was standing beside you. You think SZA whispered “Go get it, girl” in your ear.

But now you were backstage.

Surrounded by flashing lights, camera crews, producers, and reps with clipboards. And somewhere behind the chaos, your girl was waiting.

You spotted her the second the WNBA backdrop came into view. She looked unfair in her navy blue suit — no tie, shirt slightly unbuttoned, gold chain peeking through. The mic in her hand looked tiny compared to her palm. She hadn’t seen you yet.

“Allisha Gray,” one of the producers said with a nod toward the stage. “You’re up.”

She turned, adjusting her earpiece — and then froze. Her eyes found yours like magnets. She blinked once. Twice. Then smiled so hard her dimple broke loose.

Your feet took over.

"Ms. Gray," you teased as you stepped onto the riser, lips already curving up, "how does it feel to interview a Grammy-winning artist you just so happen to date?"

She chuckled — low, sweet, familiar. “I mean,” she started, and offered you her mic, “can I get your autograph first or…”

You laughed so hard your eyes watered.

She cleared her throat like she was trying to keep it professional. “Okay, okay. WNBA coverage here at the 67th Grammy Awards — a little different this time — because we’re spotlighting artists who’ve partnered with us for community work. And guess who’s been building music programs for girls’ hoops teams across Atlanta?

You raised your hand bashfully.

“That’s right,” Allisha grinned, turning back to the camera. “And now she’s not just building, she’s winning. Grammy for Best R&B Album. And she’s fine as hell.” You playfully bumped her shoulder. “That part wasn’t in the script.” “Neither was dating you,” she muttered under her breath — soft, quiet, just for you. Then she looked you dead in the eye. “But it’s the best thing I ever ad-libbed.”

God, you wanted to kiss her.

But cameras were everywhere.

So instead, you bit your lip and tried to breathe. “This whole night’s surreal,” you said finally, addressing the mic. “I wrote this album during one of the hardest chapters of my life. Allisha was there for every line. Every verse. Every moment. She held my hand while I cried into the keyboard. She told me to keep going when I swore I couldn’t. She… she’s the reason I’m here.”

Allisha’s eyes shimmered.

You reached into your pocket — pulled out the Sharpie the last assistant gave you. You uncapped it. And with careful, practiced hands, you leaned in and signed her palm. Right where her heart line traced through. “My own girlfriend is here to interview me” you whispered. She blinked fast — a rare moment of fluster for Allisha Gray.

The crew gave you space after that. She tucked the mic behind her, pulled you in with one arm, pressed her lips to your temple. “You did it, baby,” she murmured. “You really did it.” You clutched your Grammy a little tighter. “And I got to do it with you right here.” “With me or the Grammy?” Allisha asked. You smack her hand, “Who do you think?”. She just smirked, “Obviously me” Allisha wrapped her hands around your waist.

an. okayokay okay but like i said , ima say it 1000000007700000 times . ALLISHA. YOU. DONT. WANT. YOUR. MAN. find you a darskin girl or something. just find you a girl. like im really tired of seeing you with that man. like atp just say you hate me. but that’s okay, that’s fine…🫩 .

tags. this fic was really only for @mystarosaragi . since she lowkey already claimed llish 😌😌 .

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trust i understand !!

LLISH PLEASE GIMME A CHANCE . YOU DONT EVEN LIKE THAT MAN FRRRR . LIKE BRO HMU PLS . no but hear me out , you take rhyne and ima take llish ??

unt unt they come as two peas in a pod I NEED BOTH

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GUYS YOU HEARD IT FIRST !! TAYLOR THIERRY IS MINE . I CLAIMED HER ALREADY !!