#gabi x reader

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: Slicked Back & Smitten

Rating: Mature Audiences

Warning: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!, spicy, wlw smut, mirror sex, Paige's biceps, paige fucking you while having you in a headlock, !top paige, !bottom reader, light oral (fem reseving), !purple strap Paige, !slick back ponytail P (yes this deserves a warning), fluff

Paring: Paige Bueckers x fem reader

Fandom: Uconn's Women's basketbal

Summary: Slicked Back ponytail P... and she's swollen in the right places too... oh you're down bad baby

Tag: @elliesglock , @elalfywhore , @paxaz535

The morning of the UConn vs. Butler game was absolute chaos. With a 1 p.m. tip-off, I had been up at the ass crack of dawn, running errands before heading to the arena. Meanwhile, Paige was at home, usually getting her game day braids done by Kayla—her routine, her thing.

Except today, Kayla couldn’t do them she was getting over being sick, didn't wanna risk Paige getting sick.

And I? I was too busy being the responsible, errand-running girlfriend to even offer to do them myself.

So, Paige had to figure something out.

By the time I arrived at the arena, the team was already warming up. I greeted a few of the staff members before spotting Kayla on the sidelines, watching the girls get their final shots up before tip-off.

"Did you see what she did?" Kayla asked as I approached.

I was confused. "Who?"

Kayla gave me a look. "Your girlfriend."

I turned my head, scanning the court until my eyes landed on Paige in her love, Abby warm up. And, oh, did my jaw practically drop.

Instead of her signature game day braids, she had done a sleek middle-part ponytail. The gel, the clean parting, the way the ponytail laid so perfectly down her back—it was… different. It was… distracting.

I bit the inside of my cheek, shifting on my feet. "Yeah… I see her."

Kayla snickered, nudging me. "She look good, huh?"

I exhaled sharply, eyes still glued to Paige as she moved across the court, completely unaware of the effect she was having on me. The slick back? The way it emphasized her face, her jawline, her everything? Yeah, it was bad for me.

"Kayla," I started, voice low. "I don’t think you should do her braids next game either."

Kayla howled. "Oh, nah, you down bad!"

I rolled my eyes, pretending like I wasn’t already making plans to personally ensure Paige never wore braids again.

———

The first half of the game was a problem.

Paige was playing out of her mind. She was dropping dimes, hitting threes, getting to the basket with ease—and she looked damn good doing it.

I was trying to focus on the actual game, trying not to be the most obvious girlfriend ever, but every time she drove to the rim, her ponytail swung just right, her edges still perfectly laid despite how much she was sweating.

It was a crisis.

By halftime, I had reached my breaking point.

Sitting in the stands, I pulled my phone out, thumbs flying across the screen as I sent a text Paige wouldn’t see until later.

Me: You need to put me in a headlock when we get back home.

Me: And I need you to consider this slick back ponytail as your new game day hair. Like… permanently.

I hit send, exhaling as I locked my phone. Out of sight, out of mind. I just needed to get through the rest of the game without combusting.

———

Paige didn’t see the message until hours later.

After the game, she had her usual post-game press conference, with Kk and Azzii answering questions about UConn’s dominant win, her own performance, and how it felt playing without her signature braids.

Then came the locker room celebrations, the team hyping each other up, the post-game shower, and finally—finally—Paige was back at our shared off-campus apartment.

Freshly showered, she walked into the bedroom with a towel around her neck, only in her black Nike sports bra and grey boxers sitting perfectly on her waist line, scrolling through her phone finally checking all her notifications.

I was sitting on the bed, scrolling mindlessly myself, until I saw her pause.

Her head tilted. "What the hell?"

I tried to act innocent. "What?"

Paige turned her phone towards me, revealing my very suggestive text from earlier. "This," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Headlock? Really?"

I shrugged, unbothered. "You read it. You know what I said."

She huffed out a laugh, tossing her phone onto the nightstand before crawling onto the bed. She hovered over me, arms on either side of my head, that damn ponytail still sleek even after her shower.

"So," Paige mused, voice dropping slightly. "You liked the ponytail, huh?"

I reached up, running my fingers over the base of it where she had secured it with a black hair tie. "Liked? Understatement."

Paige smirked, dipping down to press a lingering kiss to my jaw. "Liked it enough to text me during halftime about puttin yo ass in a headlock?"

I exhaled sharply. "I was having a moment."

She kissed the corner of my mouth, teasing me. "Mhm. And what kind of headlock we talking about?"

I rolled my eyes, pushing her lightly. "Don’t play with me, Bueckers."

Paige chuckled, finally kissing me for real, slow and deep, before pulling back just enough to rest her forehead against mine. "So… ponytail again next game?"

I nodded immediately. "Absolutely, baby it’s your secret weapon."

She smirked, leaned closer, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, "Anything for you, baby. Especially when I get to have my way with you afterward."

I shivered at her words, my heart racing with anticipation. There was something intoxicating about the way she claimed me, the way she took charge. I loved every moment of it, even if it made me feel vulnerable.

Paige stood up suddenly, her playful demeanor shifting into something more commanding. “Come here,” she instructed, her voice firm yet sultry. I followed her, curiosity piqued, as she led me to the full-length mirror on the wall, right next to the bed.

“Look at yourself,” she murmured, her fingers brushing against my neck as she turned me to face the glass. I could see the reflection of us, a flush creeping across my cheeks. “You’re beautiful,” she said, her voice dropping to a low whisper. “But I want you to see what I see.”

Before I could respond, she slowly pulling my satan mini sleep dress, off revealing my body to herself as if she was claming a prize. My heart raced as I realized her intentions. “Paige…” I started, but her smirk silenced me.

“Shh,” she said, a playful glint in her eye. “Trust me, watch me the whole time, ma. ” She walked to the other bed side table to pull out the purple stap, taking the boxers off and expertly securing it around her waist.

I watched her through the Mirror not taking my eyes of her once.

“Now,” she said, walking back to me and now her breath warm against my neck, “I want you to look at yourself in the mirror and think about how good you can be for me.”

She wrapped her strong arms around me, pulling me back against her chest, and I found my breath catching in my throat as I felt her biceps flex around my head.

“Paige, I—”

“Good girls do what they’re told,” she interrupted playfully, flexing her biceps around my chin so I could look up see my own reflection. “Look at you. So pretty, so willing. You’re perfect just like this.”

I gazed into the mirror, my heart pounding as I saw the way she held me—her strength juxtaposed against my vulnerability. I felt a rush of heat surge through me.

“Tell me what you see,” Paige urged, her voice steady yet sultry. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I see…” I hesitated, caught between the thrill of her hold and the desire to please her. “I see… me. I see us.”

“Good girl,” she praised, her voice dripping with satisfaction. I could feel the tension in her body, the way she leaned into me, the heat radiating off her. “Now, tell me how much you want me.”

“I want you, Paige,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. The honesty of my desire sent a thrill through me, igniting a fire that burned deep within. “I want you to fuck me.”

“See? Was that so hard?” she teased, her lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “You’re learning.”

Paige turned me slightly, enough that I could see her in the mirror too. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she gazed down at me, and I felt a rush of exhilaration at being at her mercy. “Now, I want you to remember this moment. How it feels to be my good girl.”

With that, she pressed her lips against mine, capturing me in a kiss that was both sweet and demanding. I melted against her, surrendering fully to the sensation of her body against mine. Each kiss deepened my desire, igniting a passion that coursed through my veins.

“Look at us,” she murmured between kisses, her voice low and seductive. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Together, we create magic.”

Once back on the bed she had me face down ass up, still facibg the mirror.

I gasped as she took her tongue and gave my much needy pussy attention, “You’re so beautiful like this,” she whispered, her breath warm against my thigh just before kissing and biting at it. “I want to make you feel everything.”

After a few mins of practically making out with my pussy, Paige, pulling me up by my hair before locking my head in her biceps again, her lips brushing against my ear as she trailed kisses along my jawline and neck. I could feel her warmth, her desire, and it sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. “Tell me how it feels, and don't be quiet about it either, baby” she instructed, her voice a tantalizing whisper.

“Good,” I breathed, my heart racing. “It feels so good.”

“Good girls deserve to be rewarded,” she replied, her lips curling into a smirk. “And you’ve been so very good, so keep watching in the mirror for me, yeah mamas”

She guided my gaze back to the mirror, forcing me to watch as she explored my body, her hands roaming, her kisses igniting every nerve. “Look at how much you crave this,” she teased, her voice a sultry melody. “You want to be my good girl, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, the thrill of her words sending me spiraling deeper into desire.

“Then let’s make this a night to remember,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief and passion.

Before I could fully process her movements, she had me pinned, face down ass up into the satan sheets, every inch of my body electrified by her touch. The strap slid deeper, an intoxicating sensation that made my heart race and my mind spin.

I could feel every pulse, every inch of her as she filled me, her confidence radiating through the air. Letting out a groan as if she could actually feel me clenching around her. “Fuck, baby you takin my dick so good. Pussy just swallowin me whole, shit.”

“Paige…” I managed to whisper, but the words were swallowed by the thick tension that hung between us. My body was responding, every nerve ending alive with the thrill of the moment. She held me captive, and I was more than willing to surrender.

Her fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me as she thrust deeper, the rhythm slow at first but building in intensity. I could hear her breathing, a mix of pleasure and desire, and it sent a shiver down my spine. “You’re so perfect for me,” she murmured, a sultry smile playing on her lips. “I could do this forever.”

With every thrust, she drew me closer to a precipice I had only ever dreamed of. The world outside faded away; there was nothing but the two of us, lost in our own universe. I could feel the heat pooling within me, a delicious tension building that threatened to consume us both.

“God, you feel so good,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire. “I want you to look in the mirror when you cum f'me. Watch yourself fall apart on my shit, ma.”

I surrendered completely, allowing myself to be swept up in the waves of pleasure she was creating. The way she moved, the way she filled me—it was intoxicating. I could feel every inch of her, the connection between us palpable, electric. It was as if we were two bodies entwined in a dance as old as time, a rhythm that only we could hear.

“Paige, I…” My words faltered as she hit a spot that made my entire body quiver. I could feel the tension building, spiraling higher and higher until it felt like I might burst.

“Shh, just look in the mirror and feel,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “I’ve got you.”

Her words were like a spell, wrapping around me and pulling me deeper into the moment. I lost myself completely, every thought dissolving into a haze of pure ecstasy. Looking into the mirror watching with way she had my arms pinned behind my back, the determination on her face to make me feel so full. Watching the way my juices leaked on the bed, the way the base of the strap milky white from the way she was pounding me into the bed. The world outside ceased to exist; all that mattered was the connection between us, the way she moved, the way she touched me.

As she pushed deeper, I could feel the heat rising more and more, the pressure building within me. I was teetering on the edge, and I could sense that she was too. And as a last minute act she put me in a headlock again, hips still hitting all the right spot. “Yes, just like that, watch yourself f'me” she urged, her voice a low, sultry whisper. “Let go for me. Yeah ma, cum on my dick.”

With a final thrust, everything exploded, watching myself fall apart on the purple strap. I felt the world around me shatter into a million pieces, the sensation overwhelming and all-consuming. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, leaving me breathless and trembling.

“Just like that, baby. That’s it,” Paige encouraged, her voice a sultry murmur that was so encouraging that I could cum again. “You’re so beautiful when you cum, f'me baby.”

I could hardly respond, lost in the aftershocks of pleasure that coursed through me. I felt her slow down, her movements becoming gentle as she brought me back down from the high. My head resting back on her shoulder for a few seconds before I look at our sweat, cum dripping bodies, in awe

“Are you okay?” she asked, concern flickering in her eyes as they met mine through the mirror.

I nodded, still catching my breath. “More than okay,” I whispered, a smile breaking across my face. “That was incredible.”

Her lips curled into a playful grin, and I could see the satisfaction shining in her eyes. “I’m glad to hear that. But I’m not done with you yet.”

Before I could fully comprehend her words, she shifted her body, and mine her movements fluid and graceful. The strap was still there, a reminder of the connection we shared, and as she positioned herself above me, as I am now on my back, I felt the excitement build once more.

“Just relax and enjoy the ride,” she said, her voice low and enticing.

With that, she began to move again, her body rocking against mine in a way that sent shivers coursing through me. Every thrust was deliberate, every movement intentional, and I could feel myself responding, eager to meet her rhythm.

“God, you’re amazing,” she breathed, her eyes locked onto mine. The intensity of her gaze sent another wave of heat through me, igniting the fire that had only just begun to simmer.

“Paige, you have no idea…” I gasped, my hands finding their way to her hips, guiding her as I tried to keep up with her pace.

We were lost in each other, the world outside fading away once more. The tension built again, a delicious spiral that threatened to consume us both. I could feel the heat rising, the pressure coiling within me, and I knew we were nearing the edge once more.

“Just a little more,” she urged, her breath coming in quick gasps as she pushed herself closer, her voice laced with urgency. “I want to feel you again.”

With her words, I was gone, the tension breaking like a dam as the pleasure rushed over me once more. I could feel her reach her peak too, our bodies connected in a way that felt transcendent.

As we collapsed together, breathless and spent, I couldn’t help but smile. In that moment, everything felt right. We were two souls intertwined, lost in the heat of desire and the sweetness of connection.

“Wow,” I managed to say, a laugh escaping my lips. “What just happened?”

Paige chuckled, the sound warm and inviting. “Just a little magic,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And I think we should do it again.”

I grinned, my heart racing at the thought. “I’m all in.”

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-Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[domoqueen]

End of a Great Story 🪽🥹

[spiritkissin]

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just thinking about obsessive!art today…

౨ৎ art would first meet you at stanford, in the hallways of the dorm rooms.

౨ৎ you were looking for your room, pacing around the hallways with the number of your supposed dorm room written down on a crumpled piece of paper.

౨ৎ art was entranced by you the second he saw you, that little confused look on your face, he would watch you fidget and squirm for a minute more before deciding to approach.

౨ৎ “hi.” he smiled, leaning down slightly to catch your eyes. “I see you’re, uh.. having some issues there?” art would chuckle quietly, his own little attempt at easing your mind.

౨ৎ “oh, well, yeah… it’s just- I was looking for my dorm but I’m not sure where it is exactly.” you shrugged, handing art your schedule. He nodded and looked over your schedule.

౨ৎ …. He paused. Art knew he was getting a roommate, he just figured it was going to be some frat bro who was out drinking all the time, but not you.

౨ৎ sweet, soft, nice smelling, you. You who was sharing a dorm with art. Art knew he was possessive, he knew about his tendencies. Patrick had brought it up all the time when they went to high school together.

౨ৎ but now was different. Patrick wasn’t there. But you were.

౨ৎ the next few months of being arts dorm mate went completely fine, he had his space, and you had yours.

౨ৎ Art and you would grow more close as time went on, even naming himself your boy best-friend. Just how like you were his girl best-friend, totally platonic.

platonic. right.

౨ৎ he was getting impatient. he needed you. he wanted you. badly. Art was there whenever you needed it, with whatever friend or boy troubles you had. Guarantee art would be at your side with a reassuring tone and his puppy dog eyes.

౨ৎ slowly, Art was getting more and more bold. He started telling you all these things about your friends. Saying,

‘they don’t need you, they don’t deserve you.’

“real friends wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t do that.”

౨ৎ art would eventually start taking things from you. It started out little, hair ties and bracelets. But his obsession kept growing, he started taking panties.

౨ৎ it didn’t matter, he figured. you wouldn’t notice your dirty panties were missing for a while, since Art insisted on doing your laundry for you.

౨ৎ he could help himself! he was just so in love. art couldn’t help the way your pretty panties fit in his hand, the way they slid so easily up and down his length. The way his milky nut seemed to just drip over the fabric so smoothly, like honey.

౨ৎ of course he would put them back in your laundry basket! He wasn’t a monster!

౨ৎ art was enthralled. and he didn’t plan on stopping his obsession anytime soon.

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an: this is my first time writing.. pls be nice

[b1mbodoll]

gettinf high with perv jake .. or perv hoon …. or both… theyre both trying to convince you to keep taking hits <333 even holding the joint up to ur lips to get u to do it 🙂‍↕️ wld probably shotgun w u too 😖 parting your lips with a finger before exhaling into your mouth 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 theyd pull you onto their lap, maybe even getting a bit rough bcs theyre Possessive n both of them want you in their lap 😓 takin advantage of how dumb n ditzy u get <3 tugging at your top n pawing at your tits, maybe even rubbin ur cunt over your panties until theyre drenched <333 idk just them bein gross n icky

[abiatackerman]

Gabi: What was your favourite part of your body when you were the strongest?

Levi: My lips.

Gabi: AHH ok... And now?

Levi: My scar.

Falco: (confused) Why?

Levi: Because that's the part where Y/N kisses me the most.

Gabi and Falco: Ahhh how cute!

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Tags: @theremainsof @levisbrat25 @itsnathateasy @violentvaleska @anti-cupid @meowmewow7 @mikabella7 @satorella

[leviismybby]

Yelena: "You called me a whore, you made fun of my weight, you gave me the finger-"

Levi: "And you called my kids stupid."

[mikyapixie]

Attack On Titan: LAST ATTACK New Countdown Illustration!!!

[gabatronnie]

waking up with the hazbin girlies

featuring: charlie, vaggie, cherri, lute, velvette, rosie

warnings: steamy makeouts, mentions of sex

CHARLIE:

it’s a 50/50 with charlie depending on which one of you woke up first

if you woke up first, she’d be much more  drowsy, especially if it’s you waking her up because she has work to get done or places to be

she needs a lot of encouragement to get out of bed, but nothing too loud, charlie is only 50% in the room with us when she first wakes up, and anything too quiet she won’t catch, and anything too loud just startles the poor girl

however if charlie wakes up, things are a bit different

charlie is the kind of person who needs to wake up on their own terms, otherwise she’ll be like a zombie

if charlie wakes up before you, she’s already a good bit ready, and as you approach her, she can’t help but pepper your face in kisses as she hands you breakfast

LUTE:

lute is very punctual and almost always has work in the morning, so she’s not one to dote on you all too much, and she’s most definitely up earlier than you are

honestly, lute loves when you sit and admire her as she gets ready for work, just dreamily staring at her as she does a simple, mundane task like brushing her teeth

she’ll never admit it, but everytime you pack lute lunch before she’s off to work, her stomach flutters a little more each time, and she’ll just about malfunction if you write her a heart-felt note on a napkin saying that you love her and that she’s working so hard. will she admit this? no. but does she love it? you bet your ass she does

VELVETTE:

velvette’s a complainer when it comes to waking up in the morning, especially if she has to go into the office

honestly, you have to wake her up a solid 30 minutes before she needs to even start getting ready because best believe you guys are having a morning makeout sesh (which might i mention, happens nearly every morning, which potentially leads to some rough morning sex)

on the topic of making out, vel THRIIIVES off of that shit, she loves feeling your lips, or having her tongue around yours

she’s not one to wake you up though, she lets you do that on your own, especially because she doesn’t see a point in waking you up unless you have somewhere to be

© gabatronnie - don't translate, heavily inspire, feed my work to ai, or repost it on other platforms.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Click on the picture for better quality!!

When I saw this, I immediately thought of Gabriel

Btw idk who that photo belongs to, found it over Pinterest

[prettygirl-gabi]

Special Guest

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

POV: First-person

Fandom: UConn’s Women’s Basketball

Word Count: 1,500+

Summary: we have a special guest for the podcast

Tags: @paigeshirleytemple , @unknowngirlypop , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @authentic-girl03 , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani

I adjust my mic and glance at Kayla, who’s lounging comfortably against my pillows, setting up her recording equipment.

“So, let me get this straight,” I start, tilting my head at her. “You, Kayla Williams, decided that my dorm—my bed, specifically—was the best place to record this episode?”

Kayla smirks. “You act like this isn’t the most comfortable setup ever. It’s cozy, it’s intimate, it’s giving vibes. Plus, do you really think I was about to record in one of those stiff chairs in the common room? Be so for real.”

I shake my head, laughing. “You just didn’t wanna book a studio.”

“Correct.” She grins, popping a piece of gum into her mouth. “Now, get comfy, and let’s start—”

Before she can finish, my dorm door swings open, and in walks Paige.

Scratch that—drags herself in.

She looks exhausted, still in her practice gear, her low ponytail a little frizzy from sweat, and her duffle bag barely hanging onto her shoulder. She doesn’t say anything, just lets out a deep sigh and makes a beeline for my bed.

“Uh, hey?” I say, watching as she tosses her bag to the floor, taking her ponytail out and flops onto the mattress like she’s been carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Without hesitation, she burrows into me, laying her head directly on my stomach, her arms loosely wrapping around my waist.

I blink down at her. “Paige?”

She hums in response but doesn’t move.

Kayla raises an eyebrow. “Yo, is she good?”

“She had morning practice,” I explain, running a hand through Paige’s locs. “Guess it wiped her out.”

Kayla snickers. “Nah, this is crazy. She didn’t even say hi.”

I poke Paige’s shoulder. “You good, baby?”

Paige nuzzles deeper into me, sighing. “Mhm.”

“Wanna move?”

“No.”

I glance at Kayla, who’s grinning like she’s witnessing something hilarious.

“Oh, she’s whipped,” Kayla says, adjusting her mic. “You sure you still wanna record? Your girl looks real comfortable.”

I glance down at Paige, who’s already breathing slower, her body completely relaxed against mine.

“She’ll be fine,” I say, settling back into the pillows. “If she’s tired enough to fall asleep while we talk for an hour, she probably needs the rest.”

Kayla shakes her head, still smirking. “Alright, your relationship is crazy soft, but let’s get into it.”

She presses record, and just like that, we start the episode.

—

Thirty minutes in, Paige hasn’t moved an inch.

She’s completely knocked out, her breath warm against my hoodie, her arms still lazily wrapped around me. Every now and then, she shifts, sighs, or tightens her grip, but for the most part, she’s dead to the world.

Kayla, of course, is having way too much fun with this.

“Okay, so what I’m gathering,” she says, pointing at Paige’s sleeping form, “is that you got this superstar, face-of-UConn-basketball, Paige Bueckers, so down bad that she literally needs to be on you to function properly?”

I roll my eyes. “She’s just tired.”

Kayla gives me a look. “Nah, see, I’ve known Paige for a while, and I ain’t never seen her like this with anyone else.”

I fight a smile, absentmindedly running my fingers through Paige’s hair. “She likes being close to me. Is that a crime?”

Kayla grins. “Not at all. It’s just hilarious how you try to act all nonchalant about it.” She leans toward the mic dramatically. “Y’all, let it be known that Paige Bueckers is a clingy girlfriend. Possibly the clingiest.”

I chuckle, shaking my head. “She’s not that clingy.”

Kayla gestures at Paige. “Bro. She fell asleep on you mid-podcast. You might as well get her a ‘Property of Y/N’ shirt at this point.”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing. “She does have a hoodie that says ‘Y/N’s Favorite.’”

Kayla howls. “Oh, nah! That’s crazy. Ain’t no way.”

I nod, grinning. “Got it for her last Valentine’s Day.”

Kayla wipes a fake tear. “This is beautiful. True love.”

I shake my head, still smiling as we move on to the next topic.

—

By the time we wrap up the episode, Paige is still dead asleep.

Kayla stretches, cracking her knuckles. “Alright, that’s a wrap. Great episode, and we got bonus content of you being the human equivalent of a teddy bear.”

I snort. “Glad I could provide entertainment.”

Kayla stands, gathering her stuff. “I gotta bounce, but good luck getting your girl off you.” She nudges Paige’s leg. “Yo, Bueckers, you alive?”

Paige groans, barely lifting her head. “Barely.”

Kayla smirks. “Your girl’s free now. You gonna let her move?”

Paige ignores her, instead snuggling back into me, her voice muffled against my hoodie. “No.”

Kayla cackles. “Yeah, I’m outta here.”

She gives me a knowing look before heading for the door. “Text me when you finally escape.”

I roll my eyes. “Bye, Kayla.”

Once she’s gone, I glance down at Paige, brushing a few stray locs out of her face. “You good, sleepyhead?”

Paige hums. “Better now.”

I smile. “You slept through my whole podcast, you know.”

She grins sleepily, eyes still closed. “Best nap I’ve ever had.”

I sigh, shaking my head. “You’re so spoiled.”

She finally cracks one eye open, looking up at me with that soft, lazy smile of hers. “By you? Absolutely.”

I can’t even argue with that. Instead, I kiss her forehead, letting her sink back into me.

She’s gonna be wide awake later, and I should make her get up soon.

But for now?

I let her stay exactly where she is.

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[prongspoet]

broken hearted | luke castellan.

first time writing for luke, so hope this is okay! tell me what u think in the reblogs i would love to know and get more luke asks!

summary: the curse of cabin 10 makes aphrodite!reader pretend to date her best friend so she doesn't have to cause a heartbreak to her actual crush. even though, at the end of it, she's the only one who had her heart broken. major inspo from this concept.

"You're staring." y/n' best friend, luke castellan, head counselor of the hermes cabin, pointed the fact out, side eying the girl right at his side, after looking at the boy sword training in front of them.

"he's staring back." the aphrodite girl said with a grin. the sunlight bathing her head making it comfortingly warm. luke would know, since he was the one caressing it while she laid down next to him. both of them on the grass, enjoying the late afternoon at camp. "so..."

michael dawson, ares' kid, was, in fact, staring. luke couldn't blame him, the way his best friend looked made everyone pay attention to her. she didn't even had to try. and still, the swordfighting happening in front of them made luke even more sure that mike needed a way so she could notice him. not naturally, but somehow, it worked, since the girl payed attention to him as soon as he started.

"oh well, like mother like daughter, huh. " he continued, in a mocking tone, holding his laugh, raising himself by his elbows, before taking one of his hands to the girl's arm. "your siblings wouldn't be too happy to see the goody two shoes dating an ares' kid, would they?"

"gods, don't fucking say that." she giggled, hiding her face with both of her hands. she went quiet for a second, still staring at the boy. "ares' kid or not.." y/n sighed, pouting slightly. "mike's nicer than the others, he wouldn't deserve to be a guinea pig."

"what do you mean?"

"you know what i have to do.” the girl muttered, with a soft sigh. she couldn't blame her mother, she worshipped aphrodite; her beauty, her power, her knowledge and her actions. that didn't mean that she enjoyed the judgment. the need to make someone else feel miserable just because she could. it wasn't fair. "the first love heart break thing."

"i'm glad i'm not in his shoes, that's for sure." the boy whispered, with a chuckle, still trying to be as quiet as possible. his thumb caressing her arm incessantly. it made her skin burn. in a second, y/n abruptly raised her chin, getting supported by her elbows, getting muffled groan from luke, once it hit his ribs. "what is it?"

"you could be!"

"am i your first love, daisy?" he raised one of his eyebrows, with a mischievous grin stamped on the boys face. the scar in his eye making itself more clear. "you should have told me sooner- ouch!"

"shut up, hero. listen to me!" he knew that tone. and as anyone else who had a single bit of sense, he kept quiet, wanting nothing more to hear her insane idea. "we could pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend." the smile on her delicate face kept getting bigger as she explained her brilliant - yet not completely effective - idea. "i could pretend to break your heart. no one gets hurt, i can stay with mike after is over, and my mom ends up being proud of me!"

the aphrodite girl stared at him expectedly, hoping he would buy her insane plan, hoping he could save her from doing something he never imagined her doing it. luke got quiet for a minute. his eyes were darker than usual. he couldn't stand that. y/n knew her best friend well enough to know that he meant to say something. he never truly did. "you shouldn't be looking for her approval."

"i'm not searching for approval i'm just trying to prove myself.."

"you don't have to prove your devotion to her by doing this." his tone stern, more quiet. colder. "you burn offerings for her every single day. you pray, you're always expressing how incredible she is."

"you don't have to do it if you don't want to."

and suddenly, the idea seemed more appealing than ever. she wasn't using her charmspeak on him. no, luke knew how sugary and sweet y/n's words could be when she wanted to. at that moment, his best friend was just being honest. and even though he could retribute that feeling, luke felt that he needed to do it. just for her.

"yeah," he nodded. defeated. "fine, i'll do it."

"really?" the girl hugged him tight. more excited than ever. "thank you boyfriend!"

"yeah, yeah." he grinned, letting her rest her head on his chest, carefully watching y/n closing her eyes, like nothing else would ever bother her. "just don't be too mean when you dump me."

pretending was easy.

they've always been stuck to each other. having dinner with each other. burning offerings with each other. planning capture the flag with each other. training, swimming, talking, sneaking out to parties. always with one right after the other.

it wasn't supposed to be different, they just had to make it more believable.

"we should be holding hands," y/n pointed out as the couple walked calmly to the main area, where dinner was starting. "silena asked me why we never hold hands if we're dating, so i thought we could make it more..."

"real, yeah." luke nodded, grabbing her hand right the next second she spoke. "c'mon, girlfriend, hurry up." he grinned, and she couldn't help but grin back. "i'm starving."

luke could do that. he could kiss her in front of people, and tell everyone the way they got together. he could hold hands with her, caress her back and almost have a heart attack when she kissed him behind his ear. he could live with that, yeah. it was normal. it was pretending.

until it started to change. suddenly. quickly.

he noticed her. the eyes, the shape of her face, the way her eyebrows moved when she laughed, and the look she gave him every single time she entered a room he was already in, and luke couldn't help but pay attention at her soft hair, how excited she became while looking at pretty flowers, and especially, how her fingers felt against his own scalp when they needed to do some pretending. she was an aphrodite kid after all. y/n was charming. y/n was lovely. y/n was his girlfriend, at least for a while.

and she couldn't help but notice him either. how his scar looked more bright when they. the subtle, yet attentive and gentle way he taught her how to hold a sword, how to train, how to fight. the infuriating way at how he held her chin up slightly, every single time, before sealing his lips against hers.

and for once, neither of them were pretending.

the bonfire started earlier that night, but the couple came to it late; y/n helped one of her sisters who was in a small crises, and her sweet caring boyfriend waited for her by the aphrodite cabin's door, holding her hand as soon as she got out, so they could sit together at one of the logs, full of campers, chartering, telling stories, and enjoying the peacefulness that the simple event emanate.

luke choose one of the back logs for a reason, it was darker, harder to anyone else to see them. even so, as soon as the boy started to leave little pecks at her jaw, he was able to hear some whistles and exclamations. teenagers were gonna be teenagers after all.

"alright," y/n sat upstraight, taking a deep breath before continuing. "you can't do that here."

"i'm just having fun!" the boy said with a mischievous grin. he knew way to well what he was doing. she hoped he would do it forever. the teasing, the almost getting caught made her heart sink every time. "you are my girlfriend after all."

"don't get ahead of yourself, hero." she muttered, grinning at him, before sealing lips with him again. "i still have to break your heart."

"are you sure about that?" he furrowed his eyebrows, pretending to be offended, but getting right back at his job pretty quickly. "i'll just enjoy it until the time comes then."

she laughed, taking her head back so he could have full access to her neck, delicately taking one of her hands to his scalp. and he noticed how much he loved that sound. so much in a way he wished he could bottle it up so he could taste it every time he felt miserable. that wasn't possible. but y/n promised that as long as they were together, he was allowed to make her laugh any time he wanted to, if if meant getting him happy.

that's why it hurt even more when he did what he did.

when he revealed himself to be the traitor.

"come with me."

"i'm sorry, what the hell are you doing?" she cried out, feeling her heart beating faster than ever. "you're not thinking straight. you're not. you're not like this, i-" the words got caught up in her throat. y/n felt like she could pass out at any minute. "i know you luke." her voice was a mere pleading by then, hoping with all her soul he would hear. "you wouldn't do this to me."

"you mean a lot to me, daisy, but this is fucking different."

he was different, and she finally noticed. his eyes darker, his tone stern, and the way he held himself up, like he was prepared for a fight.

y/n would never fight him.

and he would never fight her, right?

and when luke turned his back against her, letting the aphrodite girl caught up with a sob, furrowing her eyebrows, feeling the tears already soaking up her eyes, y/n thought she understood.

maybe aphrodite didn't buy it. and even if she did, she knew it started out with a lie. y/n was playing house. thinking she could be smarter than her mom, she could prove it to everyone else how that curse was a lie, and that nothing would happen to the one that didn't completed it.

but it did happend.

no demigod could ever stand out a god. y/n was no exception.

and she finally understood that.

by the end of the day, y/n went back to her well known cabin, shamefully, missing her radiant aura and pretty smile, hiding a shattered heart in her pocket.

[miss-tarja]

[There is no exact timeline, mind you hehe]

PRE-SOCCER FAMILY

Meeting for the first time

Meeting Again

Flirting

First Kiss

Boyfriend Makeover

First time with eachother (Mild +18)

Who Fell Harder

Meeting Miguel's Family

Miguel Meeting Wife!Reader's Family (Drama & Angst)

Break Up (Angst)

Makeup (Angst and Fluff)

The Making Of Gabriella (+18)

Pregnancy Cares with Miguel

Proposal

The Wedding

MAIN EVENTS AND BLURBS

HIGHLIGHTS

Miguel's Birthday

The Making Of Benjamin (+18)

Unlocking Memories

Young Spiders Meeting Miguel's Family

Spider Gang Babysitting Gabi and Benji

Uncle Gabriel Paying A Visit

Girl's Day with Gabriella

Nightmares

Baby Benjamin's First Words

Jealous Wife

Marital Fight

Makeup

Miguel Helping Gabi With School Project

Gabi's Toddler Days

Big Sister, Again

Angry Spanish Cursing with Miguel

Rosie's Birth

Miguel Comforting Mama

Baby Cares with Miguel and Rosie

Gabi's First Period

Benjamin's Pregnancy

Grandma's Visit

Meeting Mama's ex at Costco

Mama Pick up Lines

Welcome Back, Papa!

Introducing Gabriella to Soccer

Miguel's Pick up Lines

Gabriel and Miguel Fight

A series Of First With Gabriella

Conversations between Miguel and Mama

Papa, You're Getting Old

NSFW

Miguel Comforting Wife After A Bad Dream

Possessive Husband Miguel

Miguel Waking Up To A BJ

Needy Mama with a Gentle Dom! Miguel

Mama Pegging Miguel

The Making of Rosie

Miguel and Mama's favorite positions

Miguel Eating out Mama (with a lil twist)

For Science Purposes

GABRIELLA AND HER QUESTIONS

Big Boobs

A Sibling

Big Boobs (Miguel Version)

Milk Jugs

Is Mama ok?

DAILY LIFE BLURBS

Spicy food with Gabi

Gabi's Tamtrum

Mama Is Harassed By Another Man

Gabi comforting a Fussy Benjamin

Miguel Rizzing up Mama

Benji And His Baby Walker

Mama Teasing Miguel

A Little Time Lapse

Cleaning Sunday

Benji Getting A Tummy Ache

Bitter Coffee

Benjamin's "Messy Hair" (Angry Mama)

Sad Movie Night

Questions Related 2 3 4 5 6 7

Go Shave, Papa!

Nothing But Short Short Shirts

Benjamin Cutting His Own Hair

Soccer Family Into Tik Tok

Nude Portrait

Benji Being a Lil Ladies Man

Kiss Cam

Intruder

Sleepy Boys

Benjamin as a 12 year old boy

Baby Benjamin gets injured

Drunk Mama

You're adopted, Benji.

Getting Gabi to Sleep

El Ratón Perez

(Header made by me)

[ficfaun]

Heya Faun! Can you write a hedonistic male fallen angel whose life's goal is to be as hedonistic as possible? He is very vain and filled with smarm but he has a soft spot for the woman (the reader) who tempted him into abandoning his ways as a servant of heaven.

Hell yeah! This was really fun and also probably the first thing I've ever finished since starting this blog 💀

Two of the paragraphs turned like dark gray as I edited on Tumblr so I hope it doesn't post messed up, also I hope you like it!

Caution! Contains : Blasphemy, Biting, Pinning, Edging, Dirty talk, Good 'Ol (Fallen) Angel Dick™, Momentary fluff at the end

"I gave up everything for you," your fallen angel growls into the shell of your ear as he pins you to the mattress. Despite the firm tone of his voice and being pinned face down on your shared bed, you had never felt a more tender hold on your hands as his, the backs of your hands feeling secure in his palms. "I tore myself from the heavens," he continues, practically ripping your panties off of you in his rush to expose your pussy.

"And I'd do it again," he runs his fingers through your folds, gathering a bit of your slick on them before beginning to rub tantalizingly soft circles around your clit. Just enough pressure to make you whimper for more, yet not enough to get you over the edge. Your fallen angel bf could play you like a damned instrument- and god, did he love to show you that he knew it, too. Especially as you began to try and grind against his fingers, searching for that sweet spot between "barely not enough" and "just right," but no matter how much you squirm beneath him, you couldn't escape his hand pinning you by the wrists.

He picks up his pace the tiniest bit as he leans down, inhaling at the nape of your neck as if your scent alone were enough to get him drunk. You feel his hardened length twitch against the side of your thigh as he begins a long, deliberate lick from the back of your shoulder to your neck, stopping just behind your ear where he finally exhales in a hot breath. The attacks to your senses are enough to make you shudder and clench your thighs tighter around his hand while your cunt throbs against him in turn. The sounds coming from your sopping warmth are increasingly obscene with each movement of his wrist. It isn't long before you're gasping and writhing, gripping your hands together as if in prayer.

Thankfully, he must be feeling particularly merciful tonight because after a moment of him admiring the view of you below him, he gives you what you want- what he knows you really want. What you both want, truly. He slips one of his fingers into your dripping sex, barely needing much time for you to adjust before adding a second. Still so torturously slow, eliciting a whine from you as you feel your walls twitching against his digits as he continues the pumping motion against that sweet spot that always has you becoming a mess beneath him- just like he likes. The view is enough to make him groan before he speaks again. "Yes, I'd certainly do it all once more... If only just to get a taste of your sweet cunt while you beg beneath me like the little god damned temptress you are."

"Please more- God, fuck-" the edge is so close you can practically taste it as he goes on, grazing deeper and harder in precise movements. "Just fuck me- please-" the pleading is in vain as he withdraws his fingers from you entirely, drawing a whine from you.

"Patience is a virtue..." You can tell from the sound of his voice that he's wearing that all-too-fucking-hot self assured grin of his that drives you crazy. He positions his other leg around you, keeping your legs closed between his while he slots his cock between your folds. "Though, being able to witness your beauty like this, to make you plead and beg..." Your fallen angel bites his lip and exhales breathily, grinding his dick between the soaked lips of your cunt, ensuring his length grazes your clit in just the right way. You can hear his many wings flutter as you desperately try to grind back against him, seeking the friction as much as he is, if not more.

"Who fucking needs virtues anymore?" He hisses in your ear as he buries his cock inside of you with a hushed curse and satisfied groan. The question must have been rhetorical, as he bottoms out in that first thrust of his hips, hitting spots that make you cry out in pleasure.

He stayed like that for a moment, whether to allow yourself to adjust to his size or to allow himself to adjust to how deliciously tight your walls gripped his length would be anyone's guess, especially with how you could feel him throbbing so hard inside you. This was always your favorite part- when he would stop teasing and finally join you in your pleasure, in the pleasure he gave you every time without fail. You could recall the expression his monstrously angelic features made every time in your mind that you could practically envision it on his face behind you now as he dragged his hand to grip the soft pliant flesh of your hip.

After giving your hip a little squeeze, he lightly trailed a finger up your side, sandwiching his hand between your squishy form and the mattress to grope at your tit and circle over your nipple before freeing his hand and planting it firmly above you. He leans in and kisses your cheek gently, trailing small kisses down your cheek to the lobe of your ear and down your neck as he begins a measured pace with his hips, pausing his sweet kisses just above the crook of your neck where it meets your shoulder. The instant his sharp teeth meet that tender spot as you hiss in delighted pain, the momentum of his thrusts increase.

Once again you're reminded that you're his instrument, that he knows how to play you, how to create a melody through your moans, your whimpers, your sputtered pleas. You're not performing alone, though, because just as he plays you, the sounds you draw from him are just as erotically melodic, downright sinful. The two of you love to hear it, to hear yourselves together in the throes of lust and passion, your duet only serving to heighten one another's sensations and overwhelming bliss. He fucks into that same sweet spot with fervor, determined to push you over the edge as you so desire.

"Cum," he pleads breathily into your ear, "grace me- fffucking- grace me with the feeling of your sinfully perfect pussy- ngh- clenching around me" he urges you and you listen, finally bounding past the edge that he kept teasing you to. With each wave causing you to tighten around his cock you can feel more and ore blinding ecstasy as he fucks you through it, his own orgasm not far behind. Each spurt of cum within you only serves to drag out your euphoria, leaving you a whimpering, overstimulated mess by the end.

Given a few moments to catch your breath, he pulls out and flips you onto your back in order to drink in your beautifully fucked out expression. The sight sends a pleasant chill up his spine as he coos and trills quietly above you in praise. It isn't long before he's pressing his still-hard length against you once more.

"You humans say that he made you in his image," he scoffs to himself as he goes on, "but you weren't- only you." He begins to move his hips, using the mixture of your combined releases as lube for him to grind against you. "His image wasn't nearly so awestriking, so movingly beautiful, so perfect." Each point is emphasized by a drawn out movement of his hips, "He exceeded his own image with you. When he made you just for me."

It was no secret that he was pushed from the heavens to find you. Before you, when he was simply an angel, he had been so judgemental of humans to the point of distaste. He couldn't understand why so many humans fell victim to sins, thought it ridiculous and pathetic. That's when God decided to cast him from heaven, to force him to fall in order to find you and indulge in those very temptations, to see how easy it was to fall victim to them no matter your station or mortality.

Once he found you, he was certainly a fallen angel in more than one way.

"You're so perfect," He whispers as a grin spreads across his face. "Now... Are you ready to go again?"

[gltzpzy]

wholesome mig and gabi pillow fight for the soul ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ

[dedeinthewild]

Please please please write a story with pepe marti and Christian mansells sister!!

does it make sense? no, did I want to write a different story? yes (and maybe I'll do a second version just to-)

anywayss, let me know ;)

pepe martí x reader, brother's bestfriend

~ "wait, did you say maybe?"

summary : Pepe, Christian, and the girl wrapped up the season with fun airport moments. Between coffee runs and playful teasing, the trio shared laughs and light-hearted banter. Pepe’s mischievous side was in full swing, and Christian’s protective big-brother instincts kept the mood as lively as ever.

A special trio, made up of two drivers and their unusual companion: the Australian’s sister, who was also a double for the Spaniard.

The end of the 2024 season had finally arrived, bringing with it the last surprises Qatar had to offer, along with the faint melancholy of goodbyes already looming. This would be their last trip together for a while, before Christian and the other Mansell spent Christmas at home with the family they hadn’t seen much of lately, and Pepe returned to Spain.

“Thank you lots,” the girl said, taking three cups from the server with a quick smile before heading toward the seats in the airport lounge.

“One without sugar, a decaf, and a ginseng for me,” she distributed the drinks among the two boys seated across from her.

Pepe leaned back in his chair, headphones around his neck, wearing a sweater and flashing that familiar smile at her.

“What if I wanted a cinnamon latte?” he teased.

“Then you should have gone to get it yourself,” she replied, sitting down next to him and taking a sip of her drink.

“Mmm, I miss sweet and nerdy you,” the Spaniard whispered with a playful look.

“Just give me time to wake up,” the Australian chuckled, stretching her shoulders in one of her brother’s hoodies.

That morning, Christian had outdone himself, barging into her room and dragging her out of bed with such energy that she half-wondered if he’d resorted to stimulants.

“She’s tired, mate, you’re a terrible person,” the Campos driver said, propping his elbows on his knees and addressing the Trident redhead.

“She deserves it,” the other replied, making them both laugh.

The three enjoyed their coffee as they waited for their flight’s gate to be announced, while Pepe and the girl chatted about things Christian would never understand, passing the time as they always did—laughing, sharing opinions, and talking about the latest movie they’d watched.

“I’ll stop by the bathroom for a second,” said the Mansell girl, standing up and adjusting her hoodie.

“I’ll walk you,” Pepe offered, taking the opportunity to accompany her and stop by himself before boarding.

“Why am I not surprised?”

The two shook their heads, heading straight across the enormous airport hall, getting momentarily distracted by the duty-free displays. Gaby would meet them in the UAE, and Christian would finally stop playing the jealous older brother, torn between liking the fact that his sister had befriended a driver or hating it.

On the way, the Spaniard placed his hands on the girl’s shoulders, steering her toward one of the airport’s massive bookstores with a playful smile and a desire to buy her something.

“Christian will kill us,” she said, scanning the colorful covers and limited editions on the shelves.

“I know,” Pepe laughed, fully aware that the Australian liked to board as early as possible to avoid the final crowd and would lose it if they delayed.

The Campos driver loved spending time with her; they were more alike than similar, their differences limited to his extroversion versus her tendency to open up gradually. But once she did, stopping her was nearly impossible.

“You’ll be my ruin,” she said while standing in line to pay, holding a book she’d picked for herself and another she’d decided to gift him.

“Why do you have to be so dramatic?” he laughed, towering over her by a full head.

“I don’t know, maybe it’s the lack of sleep,” she joked, stepping up to the register with her phone ready to pay, knowing Pepe would try to pull out his wallet and beat her to it.

“That’s not what I wanted to happen,” the Spaniard lamented as they left the store, his face lit by an enormous, joyful grin he couldn’t hide.

“You should know me by now.”

Back with Christian, they endured his lecture as they lugged their massive suitcases up and down the airport in search of their gate.

“The two of you should not be left alone,” the Trident driver muttered as he walked briskly ahead, flashing his passport and boarding pass.

“I hate him when he does that,” Pepe whispered in the girl’s ear, leaning down slightly.

“Oh, don’t tell me,” she replied.

They boarded the plane in line, found their seats while Pepe stowed their luggage, and debated where to sit.

“Is that Isack?” the girl asked, spotting the Spaniard’s teammate a few rows away. When the Campos driver nodded, she raised a hand to wave, only for Isack and the team members traveling with him to burst into song.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!”

“It’s not—” she tried to interject.

“Happy birthday dear ___! Happy birthday to you!”

The nearby passengers joined in, leaving her blushing as nearly twenty people sang to her. She instinctively turned to the Spaniard, who was on the verge of tears from laughing, a mischievous grin on his face.

“It’s not my—” she attempted again, but Isack had already stood up, shaking her hand and pulling her into a half-hug.

When she finally sat between her brother and Pepe, all she wanted was to sink into the seat and never emerge.

“What the hell was that?”

“Maybe, just maybe, I made a bet with Ollie Bearman,” Pepe confessed, covering his mouth with one of his large hands to muffle his laughter.

“He’s going to owe me now,” she said, as if it were some tragic fate.

“Juicy news,” Pepe teased, raising an eyebrow. “Have you heard about this, Christian?”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t.”

“Would you have any objections if I took ___ out?” the Spaniard asked suddenly, clearly joking with Christian, though there might have been some truth to the question.

“As in a date?”

“Maybe.”

“No,” Christian said immediately, only to catch the tone in Pepe’s voice after a moment’s pause. “Wait, did you say maybe?”

“No,” the Spaniard replied, shrugging and leaning back in his seat with his phone in hand.

The girl, caught in neutral territory in the middle, tried to ignore the subtle teasing while sitting comfortably with her feet propped on her backpack, her hair tied in a braid.

“Why would you ask him that?” she whispered once Christian had put on his headphones.

“I can’t keep making up excuses to spend time alone with you.”

“Christian loves you, you ungrateful jerk,” she joked.

“But not like you do,” he countered, eyebrows raised and those irresistible eyes turning the line between friendship and love into something far too easy to cross.

“That’s not going to work on me.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Stop betting, please.”

-not proofread or anything, I'm in my "god, did you really write this crap?" era so... I just hope you enjoy it🍀

alsooo, if you want and you often send me requests you could sign off with an emoji just so I know what you like and things

it would be such a cute thing!

[gordie-kisser]

Imagine parenting the warrior candidates with Reiner, and it gets cold at night. You wake up with four little kids all snuggled into your arms and body for warmth–They're all over you. You're trapped. Gabi's got her head nuzzled into your neck, falco doing the same beside her. Udo took the time to comfortably place himself on your stomach. Zofia's right behind you, clung onto your back. Gabi's stolen everyone else's blankets, she's all cuddled into them, and the rest of the kids are freezing. Reiner chuckles at you, but the moment is something you'd cherish forever.