#gabs writing

[altschmerzes]

i for one plan to be more insane about platonic relationships in 2025

[strnilolover]

⌗ . . . YOU LIKE IT OR NAH?

WARNINGS : SMUT. THIGH KISSING. ORAL (f & m receiving). 69 POSITION. and more?

matt had been gone on tour for weeks with his brothers. you’d facetime him here and there when he had the time too—but really it wasn’t ever enough for you.

you hadn’t facetimed him in a week or two. so when matt had shown up at your place after getting back home from tour—you couldn’t seem to keep your eyes off of him.

he had let his beard grow out.

he never let it get to the length it was right now, always shaving it before it became too much. but now? you couldn’t deny that it was turning you on—seeing the dark hair line his jaw, the way his hand came up to rub at it. and god you couldn’t help but to think about his face between your thighs, feeling it rub against you.

it had been so long that you were ready to snap. the sexual tension in your body becoming too much—your fingers and toys weren’t enough while he was away.

so that’s how you ended up here—your legs on either side of him, straddling his lap. your mouths were on one another, teeth clashing and tongues fighting over one another until you gave in and let him take over.

he smirked against your lips, his arms wrapping around you and leaning you back. you gasped into his mouth, your hands coming up to thread into his hair as he laid you flat on your back against the sheets.

when he pulled away you were breathless. your lips pink and swollen, teeth already digging into your bottom lip as matt’s eyes raked over your figure. “it’s been so long sweetheart,” he whispered, his body already leaning down to trail light kisses along your stomach, down to your thighs. “did y’miss me that bad?” he already knew the answer to that—could feel the answer to it with how soaked your panties were.

“shut up.” you breathed, your body arching into the feeling of his lips against your already warm skin. your hands were still in his hair, tugging the strands lightly as he moved lower, his lips finally kissing along your thighs. you could feel the way his beard was already rubbing against you—and fuck it felt amazing.

matt chuckled, letting his teeth nip at the sensitive flesh making you yelp. “y’like it? or nah?” he asked, placing another kiss to your inner thigh, allowing you time to answer. you nod quickly, “yes. fuck—i love it.” you admit.

he hums, poking his tongue out to run over his lips. “knew you would.” he muttered before going back down, this time placing his lips higher and closer to your soaked pussy. gently he brought a hand up, letting his fingers ghost against the edge of your panties before slowly dipping them underneath and tugging them to the side.

“look at you.” he cooed, his eyes now staring at your bare core. his thumbs come up, one pressing onto your clit, rubbing in small circles before pulling away just as fast as his touch came. you whined, hips bucking up toward him, but he just laughed—letting his thumbs trail down, spreading your folds apart. he licked his lips before putting them together, blowing cold air against your pussy, making you jolt.

“matt!” you squeaked, your legs trying to close around his head from the sensation. but his body was in the way, his arms wrapping around your thighs and holding you open. before you could let out another word, his tongue found your clit. the wet muscle moving in slow circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves. a moan slipped from your lips, your hips rolling up slowly to create more friction.

his eyes watched the way your face contorted, sucking in sharp breaths when his tongue found the right spot. he was going so slow, like he wanted to savor this moment between your thighs forever. your mind began to go blank from his tongue, not having a care in the world except how good he felt.

your head lifted, eyes peering down at him as he buried himself deeper into your cunt. you bit your lip, gripped his hair harder and pulling him closer to you. he looked so good—you wish he could stay there forever, but really you wanted something else.

you wanted to suck him off.

your hand tugs his hair again, but not closer, no. but to tug him up. reluctantly he let you drag him back, not wanting to leave your fold so soon. he was panting, eyes dark and blown, his mouth shiny with your slick. your fingers trailed his jaw, watching the way it clenched until your eyes tracked further down, eyeing the hard outline of his cock that was still trapped in his sweats.

you couldn’t help but to stare for a moment, licking your own lips at the sight of it. you could feel how much you ached for him. “matt..” you mumbled, your eyes coming up to lock with his. “i wanna—I wanna suck you off while you eat me out.” and his eyes go wide. “what?” is all he said. and you look at him. “i want you to lay back. i wanna sit on your face while I suck your cock, please.” you begged, but you didn’t need to say more, matt’s head was already nodding. you bit your lip, grinning.

“take these off.” you breathed, your hand coming forward, tugging at his waistband. “now.” he wasted no time, sitting up just long enough to drag his pants and boxers down—his cock already flushed and leaking and big. next came his shirt, he tugged it over his head and tossed it somewhere in the room before moving back on the bed to lay down for you.

“c’mon get up here.” he said, leaning forward and reaching for your waist. he helped guide you forward, turning you around and setting yourself over him. and the moment your thighs straddled his face—your body stretched out over him, your own mouth hovering over his cock. you felt his hands on your ass. squeezing the flesh and giving you a light smack before positioning you just right, pulling you down onto his mouth moments later.

you gasped at the sudden contact, the sound quickly turned into a moan—high-pitched and needy as his tongue began to slid between your folds again. his beard rubbing against your skin once more, only adding to how sensitive you were.

your lips finally wrapped around the head of his cock, your tongue flicking against the slit, and he groaned loud into your cunt, hips bucking up toward your mouth. he slid deeper, hitting the back of your throat in one stroke, the sound of his groan sent vibrations right through you—straight to your core—and you had to brace yourself with both hands on his thighs.

“mmph—just like that sweetheart, doing so good.” he rasped between your folds, his mouth then moving up to suck your clit between his lips, making your body tremble more. you tried to focus on your task, moaning around his length as you took more of him in, letting your spit drip down the sides. your hand gripping what you couldn’t fit, stroking him in rhythm with your mouth. but every time his tongue pressed in deeper into you—your mouth stopped, letting him rest in your mouth as you ground your hips against his face—practically humping him.

but his grip on your hips tightened, holding you still and stopping your movements before landing a smack to your ass, a signal to tell you to keep going. his tongue everywhere. lips wrapped around your clit, face buried in your pussy like it was his last meal. your thighs were beginning to shake—moans muffled around his cock, your eyes fluttering shut with each drag of his mouth. it was filthy—the sounds of you both moaning into each other, wet and obscene, and desperate.

“can’t believe how fuckin’ sweet you taste.” he breathed, pulling back just to watch as you clenched around nothing. “missed this pussy so much, baby—swear I almost lost my mind.” and he was right back between your folds. you whimpered against the base of his cock, licking and sucking him deeper, your hand now working what your mouth couldn’t handle.

you could feel your orgasm quickly approaching, your stomach beginning to draw taut. your head bobbed up and down faster, pulling all the way up to suck on the tip of his cock before moving back down, letting the tip hit the back of your throat repeatedly. you gagged around him, your eyes rolling back as he started to fuck you faster with his tongue, matching the speed you were going.

your back arched, mouth falling off his cock with a broken gasp, your hips grinding your pussy against his tongue once more until you came. your thighs locked around his head and he just kept going, eating you through it, his beard rubbing against your swollen cunt, your cries muffled against his stomach.

you laid there for a moment, absolutely spent. but you didn’t want to leave him like this. so it wasn’t long before you were leaning back down, mouth finding him again. “your turn.” you whispered, voice hoarse. and you took him in again—feeding the head of his cock into your mouth until he was deep in your throat. you relaxed around him, your hand tight at the base. you wanted to taste him.

you continued the same pace from before, feeling him slide against your tongue. you didn’t care how messy you were, letting all your spit drip from the corners of your mouth—you just wanted him to cum. he was panting into your pussy now, his tongue dragging lazily between your folds, but his hips started twitching. you could feel how close he was—how badly he wanted to cum.

you hollowed your cheeks and moaned around him, fingers reaching down and gently cupping his balls, moving them in your hand. he moaned, head tipping back as his fingers dig into your skin. “f-fuck—gonna cum.”

you didn’t stop. you kept going. your mouth and hands working his cock until his balls drew taut, his hips pushing up deep one last time as came with a load groan. ropes of cum spilled down your throat—his hips stuttering beneath you. and you pulled away slowly, swallowing everything, then kissed the tip sweetly before moving away.

when you finally moved off him, you both collapsed onto the bed next to one another—sweaty, panting, ruined. you shifted, draping half of your body over his own and his arms came out to wrap around your waist, dragging you closer to him. he pressed a kiss to your head, tucking you into his neck.

“does this mean i should keep it?” he asked, chuckling slightly. you nodded into the crook of his neck, pressing a light kiss there in return. “definitely.”

a/n : in honor of matt’s beard (this seems rushed i am SORRY)

[sturnspup]

❝ 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐧 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 .ᐟ ❞

SUMMARY .ᐟ . . . soldier boy absolutely ruining you simply bc he can!! but also because he loves you :3

WARNINGS .ᐟ . . . f!reader . piv unprotected . drooling . slight dacryphilia . choking . slapping . rough sex . degrading + praise . swearing bc duh obviously what . overstimulation + mention of past orgasms . name calling (whore, slut, crybaby, bitch) + petnames (baby, sweetheart, honey) . probably some other stuff that i forgot so lmk ab those please !

GABS YAPS .ᐟ . . . i'm working on the first 'chapter' for sweetgirl!reader + my reader for soldier boy, which this isn't a part of btw!! so please bare with me as i work on that stuff lol. but i do have more standalone smut ideas so look out for those! likes, comments, + reblogs are very appreciated!!

"ugh- mmn- fuck!" you groaned as drool dribbled down your chin. ben rammed into you relentlessly, both hands on your ass, grabbing and pulling you back into him. he smacked the soft jiggling flesh until all was left were red handprints.

"yeah, you like that, huh? my pretty little slut." he teased. he reached a hand over to your mouth, letting out a primal groan at the touch of your wet face. "fuck. you're a drooling mess, aren't you, you fuckin' whore." he slapped you, gaining a whine full of pain and pleasure.

his cum-coated cock hit into your sweet, spongy spot once again. you screamed out multiple profanities as your orgasm slowly began to climb up again. he slipped in and out of you with ease due to the pure slick from your cunt.

he pistoned into you at an unruly pace, abusing your insides as they wrapped around him snugly, practically morphing into the perfect shape for only his dick. your hands frantically gripped into the sheets as your eyes rolled back, mouth agape with pornagraphic mewls, moans, and whines spewing out freely.

ben's hand striked your face once more before wrapping tightly around your throat. you whimpered at the pain before biting your lip, letting go as he had slapped you again. "don't. i wanna hear you scream while i ruin your tight little pussy." he demanded, earning a whine and nod in return.

he tighted his grip on your throat, "words, baby. now." he ordered. "ngh- yes- yes, sir- hah- oh, fuck, ben! yes, yes!" you managed to scream out as his hips quickened, his balls slapping against your swollen clit, making the sensitive pearl send your nerves into overdrive.

you were absolutely ruined; your makeup was smudged, hair messy, drool and tears covered your face, ass so red and bruised you knew you won't be able to sit properly— let alone walk after this, hickeys littered your body from your neck to your thighs, there was no way to cover them. but it's all worth it for this, for him.

ben's hands spread your ass open, drilling even further into your cunt. the sound of wet skin slamming together filled the room amongst the mixed noises from you both. you had came for what felt like the millionth time that night, the creamy ring at his base becoming whiter. he groaned before pulling out completely, making you whine at the loss of him.

he lifted you up and slid under you, making you straddle him. he slipped his cock back inside you and gave your ass a motivational smack after bottoming out. your legs shook profusely as you began to move up, mewls spewing from your mouth.

the overstimulation was beginning to get at you. "please," you sobbed as tears flowed down your face, "god, ben, please!" you begged. you didn't know if you were begging for more or for it to stop, all you knew was that he got off on your absolutely wrecked state.

the sight of your visible crying made him twitch inside you. "fuckin' crybaby." he spat, "gonna sob and whine all over my cock? that's fuckin' pathetic. take my dick like the good little bitch you are." he said before grabbing your hips and bucking his own into you, roughly.

"fuck!" you cried as you fell to his chest, your hands holding his broad shoulders. "c'mon, sweetheart, you can take it. yeah, yeah that's it, baby. take my fucking cock. oh fuck." he moaned as you slowly moved your hips to try and match his fast pace.

his fingers dug into your flesh as your final orgasm rained down onto him. you wept and moaned due to the overstimulation. ben's hips began to stutter as he got closer, his speed completely faltering as he came. the mixed cum spilled out from you, covering where the two of you were connected.

he rubbed his calloused fingers over the soft, sweaty skin of your back, soothing your shaking form. "did so good f'me, honey. so fucking good." he sighed blissfully before lifting you head and kissing your wet, panting mouth.

tags: @soldiersgirl @j2archives @sunsbaby @bejeweledinterludes @starzify @immodestly-marina @legalmente-loca @dulcescorderitas @ultravi0lence14 @cowboysandcigarettes @angelicjackles @mystic-writings @deansbeer @sunsettsam @vmiina @bluemerakis @figthoughts @k-slla

[planetscobell]

— dating dallas winston headcanons ! ࿐

warnings : a bit of swearing, but other than that none!

— ✦ a/n : eeee my first post! all of these are just my personal headcanons, you don't have to agree with each and every one of them─ i would love to hear some of your guy's personal headcanons about dallas! i hope you guys enjoy! ♡

⊹ i don't think dallas would surround himself with people he didn't like, contrary to popular belief. i think that applies to girlfriends and relationships as well. the man is blunt (sometimes overwhelmingly so) and he's not the type of guy to skirt around his dislike for you. if he doesn't like you, he will tell you to your face.

⊹ with that in mind, if you find yourself being a lucky one, just know dallas isn't the person to win a boyfriend of the year award. due to how he grew up, words aren't his strong suit. most of the time, his actions are the best you're going to get. like any other boyfriend, he has his moments but he does try his best.

⊹ you could’ve sworn dallas was spider-man with the way he always knew where you were or if you were walking alone. it was always like his dally senses were going off. he’ll sneak up behind you, giving you the scare of a lifetime, sometimes he’ll even catcall you just to see your reaction (before you realize who it was coming from.)

⊹ dallas always calls you sweetheart, gorgeous, babe, and baby.

⊹ if you’re a soc, with your own little car, dallas definitely loves to drive around town with you. the radio blasting, windows and hood down, his hand resting on your thigh or the head of your seat. 

⊹ if you’re a greaser, you two are definitely menaces on any form of public transportation. dallas 100% gets a kick out of hearing you giggle, squeal, and squirm as he tickles you in the back of the bus, and how red your face becomes when you realize everyone is staring at you two.

⊹ if you do smoke, dallas is always bumming a smoke from you or snagging one from your bag without you looking. he won’t share a cigarette with anyone besides you (because most of the time, they are yours). 

⊹ if you don’t smoke, dallas appreciates it when you sit outside with him on the curtis household’s porch, keeping him company underneath his arm. he’s very mindful when he smokes, ensuring the blow it in the opposite direction but every once and a while the wind will blow it right back, causing a chuckle to leave dallas’s mouth. 

⊹ dallas absolutely adores seeing you in his clothes. not that he’s said anything, but his actions speak louder than his words. he’ll randomly throw random articles of his clothing at you, like his jacket, a t-shirt, sweatpants, no explanation. maybe his dally senses were going off again. 

⊹ he’s given you his st. christopher’s necklace and he one hundred percent noticed the one time when you forgot to put it back on after a day at the pool. 

⊹ dallas is 50/50 when it comes to pda, he could live with or without it. the majority of the time, his hand is placed on your lower back, damn near holding your ass, as he guides you through buck merrill's bar— an arm slung around your shoulders or waist, while he mingles around the bar or wherever you two may be—  his hand on your thigh, softly rubbing it while he talks to whoever— and maybe a quick peck on the cheek in front of the gang and his friends, but never a full on makeout, that's between you two, and you two only.

⊹ dallas gives the best piggy back rides. end of. 

⊹  dallas loves having his back rubbed. his mom used to rub his back to help him sleep at night but after he went to jail for the first time, he grew to miss his mothers back rubs. you had no idea about any of this until he made an off hand comment about how he slept horribly one night without them— he absolutely just melts when you scratch his head.

⊹ dallas hates spiders, which you find absolutely hilarious every time he catches a glimpse of one and screams “OH MY GOD, (name) THERE IS A HUGE FUCKIN' SPIDER IN HERE.” and begs and begs you to come kill it, but you always catch it to taunt him with— “he ain't gonna hurt you. he's a harmless little guy, dal.” “a harmless little guy my ass, i've seen one of those kill a guy before."

⊹ dallas thinks he has the best taste in everything (movies, music, foods, etc.) but in all reality, he has the worst taste. never mention this to him, otherwise he will talk about how “your taste is just as bad.” at least the feeling is mutual? 

[fihli]

DAILY AFFIRMATIONS:

-my writing does not have physical teeth and therefore cannot bite me -my characters and their actions are under my control -i know what words are

[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: You Should’ve Told Me

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Slow Burn, Romance

POV: First Person (Reader)

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: Freshman year of college, you and Paige Bueckers became fast friends after bonding over having the same major and the same schedule. You told each other everything—well except the fact that you’re a stripper in your junior year.

Fic is based of @yailtsv ‘s mood board: Paige w/stripper!gf

I low-key want yail to do a pt.2 to fic….

🏷️: @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paige05bby , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr

Freshman year, I was awkward as hell—tote bag too full, hair always in a rushed bun, and clumsy enough to spill coffee on someone within the first week of classes. That someone just happened to be Paige Bueckers.

“I am so sorry!” I remember fumbling with napkins, heart sinking as the brown stain spread across her hoodie.

She just laughed, blue eyes full of amusement. “It’s fine. I didn’t even like this hoodie anyway.” She glanced down at my binder full of psych notes. “You’re in Psych 103 too?”

And just like that, we became inseparable.

We sat next to each other in every class, studied together, FaceTimed when one of us missed something. Paige introduced me to her teammates, took me to games, and somewhere along the way, we started telling each other everything. Or… almost everything.

I never told her what happened the summer before junior year.

When my parents found out I liked girls, they didn’t scream. They just cut me off. No more tuition. No more health insurance. No more help. Just silence.

So I found a way.

It started small—cocktail waitress. Then VIP hostess. Eventually, I was offered a stage audition at Club Venus. I said yes.

I told myself I’d quit once I had enough. But then rent came due. Then books. Then food. And now, here I was in senior year, dancing on weekends, midterms on Mondays. Still getting straight A’s, still smiling at Paige in class… still lying.

Tonight, I was working a shift but planned to leave early. I had cupcakes waiting at home and a card for Paige’s birthday. I couldn’t wait to surprise her.

But life? Life had other plans.

⸻

“VIP bachelorette party at table three!” my manager called, shoving a tray into my hands.

I groaned. My set was next. “Tell them I’ll be there after stage.”

He rolled his eyes. “Make it quick, baby. They brought the birthday girl.”

As the lights dimmed and the bass rolled in, I stepped out onto the stage, heels clicking, hair bouncing. I plastered on my best smile, the one that made rent and textbooks possible.

But then I saw her.

Front and center, blue eyes wide with disbelief, was Paige.

Her teammates flanked her—Azzi, Nika, Ice—all grinning, waving dollars.

Paige? She looked like the earth had dropped out from beneath her.

She was frozen, staring up at me as if I’d just confessed to murder.

My stomach dropped.

No. No, no, no.

I tried to look anywhere but her as I danced, heart racing, cheeks burning. I wanted to bolt off stage and hide, but I couldn’t. Not mid-set.

When I stepped down and made a beeline for the dressing room, Paige was already moving.

“Hey! Wait—wait up!”

“I’m working,” I hissed, not looking at her.

“Can we talk?”

“No.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she said, grabbing my forearm gently.

That’s when the other girls noticed.

“You have to pay to touch!” Amber snapped, stepping between us.

“Back off,” another added. “No touching without permission.”

I opened my mouth to say, “It’s okay,” but then Paige reached into her pocket, pulled out every bill she had—$550—and slipped it into my bra strap with steady hands.

Her eyes locked on mine. “Let’s go to a room, shall we?”

I hated how professional I had to stay as I nodded. Hated how much shame churned in my gut. Hated how I couldn’t even celebrate her birthday right.

Once we got into the private room, the door closed behind us, and she didn’t even sit down.

She paced.

“You’re a stripper? Seriously?”

“Paige—”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because!” My voice cracked. “Because I didn’t want you to look at me like that. Like I’m something dirty.”

She stopped pacing.

“I don’t—God, that’s not it, I swear.”

“Then what is it?”

“You could’ve told me,” she whispered, softer now. “We tell each other everything.”

“I couldn’t,” I said. And then it just poured out. “I didn’t have a choice, okay? My parents cut me off after I came out. I had no money, no job, no backup plan. I tried everything else. This pays enough. It pays… enough to stay in school.”

Her face crumpled.

“You’re doing this… just to pay tuition?”

I nodded, blinking fast. “It’s not what I want to do. I just—don’t have any other options.”

I didn’t know it then, but that moment shattered something in her.

“I’ll pay it,” she said suddenly.

My eyes widened. “What?”

“My NIL deals cover everything. I barely touch my stipend. Let me help—please.”

“No, Paige—”

“I mean it. You’re killing yourself for a degree. Let me take care of it.”

“I can’t take that from you.”

She looked hurt. “Why not? You’re my best friend.”

That stung more than it should’ve.

“I’ll be fine. I promise.”

⸻

I thought that was the end of it.

But then she started showing up.

Every night I worked, Paige was there, always tucked into a corner booth, hood up, arms crossed like a bouncer. She tipped big. Watched bigger. Anyone who even looked like they were gonna get handsy? She was up like a shot, staring them down until they backed off.

My coworkers started calling her “your bodyguard.”

Eventually, her presence became comforting.

When I danced, I knew she was watching—but not in a creepy way. She watched like she was protecting me from the whole world.

A few weeks later, after another quiet shift, she waited outside the dressing room.

“You’re not gonna believe this,” she said, handing me a grilled cheese and my favorite boba. “But I miss our study dates.”

I smiled. “You could’ve said that instead of bribing me with dairy and tapioca.”

We talked for hours that night. About school. About the future. About everything but this place.

Eventually, one night, she just blurted it out.

“I like you.”

I blinked. “You what?”

She stepped closer. “I like you. Like, more than a friend. More than anything.”

“…Even though I work here?”

“Especially because you do. You do what you need to survive. That’s… kind of badass.”

I melted.

⸻

Dating Paige was like finally breathing again.

She never judged me. Never looked down on me. But she never stopped worrying either.

She’d sit at the bar, watching every lap dance like a hawk. If a guy leaned in too close, she shot daggers. If someone tried to touch me, security would swoop in—probably tipped off by a glare from Paige.

And yes, she paid for lap dances. Smirking every time.

“You gonna scold me again, babe?” she’d tease, slipping twenties into my garter. “Or you gonna dance for your biggest fan?”

I hated taking her money. She knew it. But she insisted.

“Think of it as a girlfriend tax.”

Still, I drew a line—no more private room sessions once we were official. I couldn’t handle the guilt. She supported the decision immediately.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me,” she said one night, brushing hair from my face. “Just keep doing what’s best for you.”

The trouble was… I wasn’t making enough anymore. Less tips. Fewer dances. I picked up more shifts, lost more sleep, skipped more meals.

Until one night, I collapsed in her arms.

We were in my apartment. I’d just gotten off work. She brought me tea. I sat down, and before I could even sip it, I started crying.

“I’m so tired, Paige,” I whispered. “I’m tired of selling pieces of myself to strangers while trying to study for exams. I’m tired of dancing when I can’t even feel my legs. I’m tired of pretending I’m okay when I’m falling apart.”

She pulled me in, arms tight around my waist. “Baby, you’re not alone anymore. You don’t have to do this by yourself.”

“I can’t take your money. I just… I can’t.”

She kissed my temple. “Okay.”

That was all she said.

⸻

A few weeks later, I got a letter from Financial Aid.

Your balance has been paid in full.

I called. They said an anonymous donor paid off my remaining tuition.

I knew.

She didn’t say anything right away. She waited until I was calm. Until I was home. Until we were curled up on the couch and I was smiling again.

“I love you,” she said. “And I’ll always do what’s best for you. Even if you won’t let me say it out loud.”

I cried again, but this time, I didn’t feel ashamed.

Paige was more than my girlfriend. She was my anchor. My protector. My everything.

And if loving her meant letting her be my sugar mama on my off days?

So be it.

“Okay,” I whispered, curling into her side. “Buy me that Lego set.”

She grinned. “You got it, baby.”

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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶

                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

[alltheglowingeyess]

will insists he has no musical talent but, come to find out, has a real knack for songwriting

it becomes apparent after the war, when will refuses to speak on any of the losses or his guilt, but every few weeks naomi gets a stack of papers filled with fragments of lyric poetry. and every weeks in return, will gets cds that feature naomi arranging and singing back his words for his ears alone

[6ix9inewiturmom]

can we? - Christopher Sturniolo

Summary: in which chris and you broke up but remained friends with benefits, but had a little scare..

Warnings: cursing, Chris x fem!reader, mentions of sex, drinking, break ups, and pregnancy.

A/N: HIIIIII, so i know a while ago someone asked if i could do my other fic where they get a positive pregnancy test instead of negative, but with a little twist :) i hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for the love i’ve received, i know i said i was back but im locking in chat :)

Chris and I had a weird relationship from the get-go, meeting on Tinder had a lot to do with that. Growing up I was never shown what real love was supposed to be, so I ended up always being with the wrong guys, unfortunately, I thought it would never have an impact on me, which to my surprise, it did. Opening up and love was always scary for me, when I met Chris, I was vulnerable, hopeless, and just broken, I wasn’t looking for anything serious when we met I was honestly just looking for friends with benefits. The universe played a big role in all that because I ended up falling in love with him. Unfortunately, because I was hurting from my unresolved childhood trauma and some other things mixed in the loop, I ended up screwing things up with Chris after 3 years we aren’t together, but considering he was a big chunk of my life and we were each other first everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING, I taught that man how to fuck like a GOD, we both decided to remain friends and fuck buddies.

Occasionally Chris and I would spend the night with each other and chill together as friends, tonight happened to be one of those nights, Nick and Matt both learned not to ask too many questions about Chris and me or our situationship we had and my roommate, Bella, knew the same. Chris had finished filming a video and invited me over for the night to watch one of the new episodes of Baddies, which he knew was one of my favorite things to watch weekly, of course knowing us, we couldn’t even make it through the first 20 minutes before my clothes were off and he was balls deep in me. We both lay naked in his freshly clean sheets, bodies intertwined, his hand brushing through my hair, weirdly invested in the show. “wait so Chrisean isn’t on Baddies anymore? But her sister is? Where is Chrisean? She was my favorite crash out and she knew how to throw hands” he expresses.

“Okay so you know Chrisean and Blueface were together? Well, she had a baby and stuff so she’s got priorities now” I slightly laugh out.

“oh yeah speaking of babies, have you gotten your period yet? I know you’ve been on that birth control and I know we haven’t been practicing safe sex whatsoever” he says slightly leaning over to look at me as my eyes widen and my heart drops to my stomach. Shit. When Chris and I ended things I wasn’t the most responsible with my birth control and I wasn’t taking it as directed, I quickly shot up.

“fuck, Chris, do you still have that spare pregnancy test in your dresser? cause the box only had 2 and we’ve used 1 prior” I run my fingers through my hair resting my hands on my head.

“Y/N, chill your on birth control right? like isn’t the whole point of it is that you can get endlessly creampied and not worry about babies?” he rubs my warm back slightly

“Chris, so I may have mentioned this sooner but after we ended things I wasn’t very responsible about taking them… I would miss a couple of days here and there and then go to work and forget about them and” I sigh “fuck!” I slightly shout.

Chris gets up walks to the bedside table pulls out the test still wrapped in the blue wrapper and gives me a slight smile.

“oh thank fuck” I say snatching the test out of his hand running to the bathroom quickly and ripping the stick out of the plastic “AND IT’S THE DIGITAL ONE!” I squeal.

“so the one we don’t have to put a light on to read it?” he laughs pushing up his sweatpants where they hang onto his lower hips perfectly giving a view of his v-line and leaning against the frame of the door.

after peeing on the stick I stand up put the cap on it place it upside down, and look at Chris nervously. “do you mind throwing me something to wear? I’m feeling a little underdressed for the occasion” I joke.

Chris reached over to throw me something off his dresser, of course, it was his new unreleased sweat set from his brand. “you’ve always looked hot in my clothes” he smiled.

We both knew we weren’t together, we knew we shouldn’t be hanging out like this, and we knew we acted like we were. I mean he would pick me up at work to take me to lunch, drive me to and from work from time to time, and even kiss me before parting ways. We weren’t together but if anyone would look on the outside, they’d think we were. We weren’t together but could be having a baby? What would that make us? Where would we live? What would we do? What about his career? I sent myself down a spiral of thoughts while throwing on the clothes he gave me to wear.

“…what if we used my mom's name and like.. Y/N? Did you hear me?” he asked, clearly snapping me out of a trance of thoughts.

“oh um yeah, I heard you,” I say clearing my throat.

“Y/N, be for real, I can read you like the back of my hand, what’s going on in that cranium of yours?” he laughs walking closer to me and guiding me to sit on the floor with him.

“We aren’t together Chris... I could be pregnant” I sigh looking down and playing with my bracelet.

“so?” he laughs out “we’ll get a place together, maybe a cute little apartment, and raise a baby together” he places his hand on mine calming down any nerves i once had just with a simple touch.

“yeah I know but, what does that mean for us? Like are we gonna be roommates with a fucking baby? is our baby gonna grow up with two parents who live together and just aren’t together but they act like they are because they’re good at being troubled together? Like that’s no way to raise a baby Chris” my voice cracked.

“well, negative Nancy,” he laughed out “I was just thinking maybe if you are pregnant we could have 9 months to figure out shit within ourselves and make us, BETTER. Mom used to always tell us that if we wanted to make something work if one way didn’t work out the way we wanted, we tried something new, our last relationship didn’t work, so what if we changed something about it? but only if you're open to that” he says calmly. One thing I’ve always loved about Chris is that no matter how negative the situation was he was always the one who could turn a dark situation into something positive and always see the light in the end.

“Can we?” I look up at his blue eyes with a slight smile and small tears in my eyes.

“absolutely” he smiled back.

I sighed leaning my body weight against his “Would it be a bad thing if I was disappointed if the test is negative?”

“it’d be cool as shit to have a baby, I mean everyone we know has babies, well almost. Tara is Tara so she’s like our only friend who doesn’t as of right now, plus this is something we’ve always talked about” he smiled rubbing my shoulder with his hand.

The silence in the room wasn’t deafening, but it was comfort and warmth. I’ve always felt safe with him. I couldn’t imagine being in this situation with anyone else but him. I mean we’ve had baby names picked out since we first started dating. It’s something we both knew we wanted. MaryLou always wanted us to have babies, Nick and Matt just told us they didn’t want to be uncles at like 19, but they both would be happy regardless. I know Nick would wanna spoil the shit out of their niece or nephew.

“should we check?” chris breaks the silence.

I sigh very nervous but ready to face whatever it may be, “fuck it, let’s check” We both stood up, and he held my hand as I lifted the test and turned it towards us.

Pregnant

“oh shit,” my jaw dropped.

“oh…my…god” a small smile creeped through his lips. “Y/N?” he asked as my jaw was still on the floor with the test in my hand.

“I-I-I’m- I mean we- are, pregnant..” I stuttered dropping the test.

Chris saw this as an opportunity wrapped his arms around my waist gently, and hugged me. “you’re gonna be the best mother in the world, I know it, and I’ve always known that” he whispered.

my eyes watered as I wrapped my arms around his neck listening to his words. “you’re gonna be a dad” I laughed through my tears of joy.

“wait” he pulled away “does that mean you can’t call me daddy anymore? I mean I know you only do it when you’re super fucked up and drunk but like, I kinda enjoy it” It smiles slightly.

“chris!” I slap his arm softly.

“too soon?” he chuckled softly.

he grabbed me again carrying me gently to his bed and laying me down before plopping on the bed laying between my legs, holding my belly kissing it, and softly speaking “Can this thing hear me yet?” he looked up at me through his lashes.

“no I don’t think so, and that ‘thing��� is a baby Chris” I laughed softly.

“you know what I meant” he laughed before kissing my belly again and lying next to me.

“so when do we tell everyone? Like what do you wanna tell them? Like are we gonna make a cute box for everyone? Or like what? I have ideas on Pinterest and everything” I smiled softly looking over at him with his gaze focused on my stomach.

“Why don’t we worry about that a little later, as of right now, let’s keep this between us until we can get you to the doctor and get those cute black and white pictures of the little bean then we can decide” he kissed my forehead and leaned back patting his chest, signaling me to lay down on his chest, of course I obeyed and laid my head down on his chest as he wrapped his arm around my waist rubbing up and down on my waist.

Over the last couple of months, we’ve officially been broken up. My mind has been a mess, but for the first time, it felt calm and easy. I finally experienced a sense of quiet and peace in the world. It was just Chris, our little bean, and me. No one else knew, but it was perfect.

A/N pt 2: AHHHH CALL THE CHIROPRACTOR CAUSE IM BACK BITCHES!!! i hope yall enjoyed this fr fr, i love yall so much :)

[kiiirtiiiniii]

@kyanite-shards' Kyanite and Gabbro for a request! Plus a lil writing... enjoy ::] <3

The night was cooler than Kyanite liked it, but too warm to have bothered exchanging their flannel for a sweater. A shiver passed over them. They almost rolled down their sleeves, but the thought left them the moment they spotted the person they were out here for just ahead of them, their strides long but slow, unhurried.

Gabbro was leaving in the morning, and though Kyanite was sure they'd stop by for a quick farewell before they launched, they wanted something a little less rushed, more calm and quiet. Something more like Gabbro themself, now that they thought about it. They'd only been dating for a short while now, but Kyanite thought it would be okay to ask that much.

Their footsteps crunched on grass and pine needles as they jogged over a shortcut. Gabbro's ear twitched before they lazily swung around to face them.

Cute. Kyanite's face was already warming.

They stopped a short distance away and kept their voice quiet. Slate was just around the next bend on the path, waiting for Gabbro by the base of the launch tower. They'd have a crackling fire, but that wasn't reliably loud enough to cover voices.

"Hey, Gabs."

"Hey." They replied softly, automatically matching tone. Gabbro's voice was deeper than Kyanite's, just enough to send a little shiver down their spine. "Thought you'd be asleep."

By all rights, they should be. Kyanite had an early morning tomorrow filling in for Slate doing whatever little mechanical repairs they could that were needed around the crater, since Slate would be pulling an all-nighter for Gabbro's pre-launch campout.

"I wanted to say goodbye properly." Kyanite muttered. They ground the toe of their boot into the dirt path and clasped their hands together to stop themself picking at their clothes. "Since, y'know, I'll be pretty busy tomorrow. Won't really have time for much more than a wave, or whatever."

"Properly, huh?" Gabbro smiled slowly, almost as warmly as Kyanite's face was flushing, now. They were glad it was dark. "And what does a 'proper' goodbye entail?"

"More than a wave," Kyanite said stubbornly. They knew what Gabbro was doing.

"Uh-huh. I guess this's been more than a wave." Their smile grew just enough to be considered a grin when Kyanite huffed. "Seeya."

Gabbro half-turned to leave, but found their arm caught by the sleeve.

"More than that," their captor forced out, cheeks burning against the cool night air. "C'mon, Gabs, gimme a break here."

"Oh?" Gabbro's grin was more shit-eating than sincere, now. "Then, what d'you mean by 'more'?"

Kyanite crossed their arms and huffed again, eyes on the ground. "Hearth. I dunno. A hug? And maybe..."

"Maybe...?"

Their shoulders were around their ears, their voice barely a squeak. "Maybe a kiss...?"

"That, I can do." Gabbro laughed under their breath. "Was that so hard?"

"Yes, to the damn void with you." Kyanite grumbled.

"Hey, I can go if you want..."

They all but glared daggers at their partner. "Gabs."

"Alright, alright." Gabbro was still grinning, but more softly. "Sorry, Ky. You're just too cute when you're flustered."

Kyanite nearly sputtered at that, but suddenly their partner was backing them towards a big cedar and propping them up on one of the upgrowths at the base of it.

"What-"

"Hey." Gabbro interrupted gently, firmly. "Look at me."

Kyanite looked.

Gabbro was silhouetted by moonlight; it shone dimly through their ears and surrounded their head and shoulders with a delicate halo of silver. Their scales almost seemed to sparkle in the darkness. Kyanite might've laughed at the cliché if they weren't so genuinely taken by it.

Their partner interrupted their staring by pulling them against their chest and wrapping them up in a warm hug that chased out the last of the night's chill. Kyanite responded in kind, draping their arms comfortably around Gabbro's waist and sighing deeply. They smelled of pine needles and grass, campfire smoke and treated wood, hearth and home. They'd finally shaken the weird briny scent that had clung to them when they'd most recently returned. 

A long few minutes passed. Warm, pleasant minutes. Soft, comfortable minutes.

Kyanite snapped back to themself with a sharp inhale when Gabbro murmured their name, pulling a chuckle out of their partner.

"You really should be asleep, Ky." Gabbro whispered softly into their ear, making it shiver.

Kyanite's nose crinkled and they pulled away to pout at the taller hearthian. "Still not a proper goodbye."

"My bad." Gabbro smirked fondly. "How's this?"

The pair shifted, Kyanite following Gabbro's lead, until they were nose-to-nose, then almost, almost mouth-to-mouth.

"Good?"

Kyanite could feel Gabbro's breath on their lips. They couldn't speak, so they nodded, but as they moved the tilt of their head brought the pair together.

Gabbro made a soft, satisfied little noise and pressed into the unintentional kiss. It wasn't their first kiss, but it would be their last for some time and Kyanite meant to make the most of it. After melting into their partner's touch for a long, long moment, they tipped their head to the side just so.

The reaction was immediate, faster than Kyanite expected. Gabbro inhaled deep. Their mouth parted and their tongue darted out to taste Kyanite's lower lip, running along it slowly, smoothly, and pulling a tiny, undignified squeak from them.

Kyanite pulled away to apologize, anxiety rising in their chest, only to be chased and pinned against the tree in a heart-pounding, open-mouthed kiss. Nervousness forgotten, their arms flung out, one to stabilize them against an upgrowth, the other to cling to Gabbro's back, pull them closer. Gabbro kept them in place, trapping Kyanite's legs between their own and firmly holding their shoulders. The kiss was intense, but as unhurried as Gabbro always was. It was the only thing keeping Kyanite together and coherent enough to really enjoy it.

Just as they felt stable in the kiss, as they started thinking about trying to do more than barely keep up, Gabbro shifted a hand upward. Their two fingers trapped Kyanite's ear between them and their thumb pressed into Ky's cheek. The larger finger hooked around the back of Kyanite's head, holding them firmly in place as Gabbro pulled away for a breath.

"Gabs..." Kyanite's voice sounded strange and reedy to their own ears.

Gabbro hushed them, then spoke ever-so-gently. "I gotcha, Ky."

And they were kissing again; slow, closed-mouth, but no less intense. The space between Gabbro's fingers slotted comfortably into the lower notch in Kyanite's ear and they hummed against their partner's lips, reveling in the feeling of Gabbro's smile.

"So cute..." they muttered between kisses, their low voice sending yet another pleasant jolt down Kyanite's spine. "I really, really like you. Sorry I'm gonna miss your launch."

It took a long few moments for Kyanite to gather enough of their mind to respond. "I'll, hmm, come visit you."

"Yeah?" Gabbro inclined their head to nuzzle noses. "That'd be pretty sweet."

"After Esker."

They snickered. "Of course."

The sound of a log dropping into a fire around the bend startled both hearthians out of their reverie. Gabbro was the first to crack a smile, and stroked Kyanite's cheek when they smiled, too.

"I'd better run," Gabbro whispered. "Ol' Slate's probably grumbling about how slow I am, or something."

Kyanite curled their lip, then grinned. "I'll give up marshmallows the day you run outside an emergency." 

Gabbro ducked their head and snorted into Kyanite's shoulder. 

"Thanks for the 'proper' goodbye, Ky." They said, muffled, then raised their head. Their face was saturated with affection and Kyanite's heart skipped a beat. "I'll see you on Giant's Deep. Careful landing." 

"Of course." 

Gabbro hesitated a moment longer, just long enough for Kyanite to loop their arms around their waist and pull them in for one last kiss that turned into half a dozen more. The pair fell into a pleasurable haze.

"Gonna hafta swear off spaceflight f'you keep smoochin' me." Gabbro murmured into the kisses. "C'mon." 

Kyanite grinned, but pulled away. "Sorry."

"Sure you are," Gabbro huffed, but they were grinning, too. 

"Bye, Gabs. Be careful." 

"I will be. Later, Ky." 

Gabbro's stride was lighter as they turned and walked away, somehow more energetic without being any faster. Kyanite hugged themself and smiled ear-to-ear. One more thing to look forward to on their launch day.

[mrkestis]

Am I the only one who needs a novel, a comic book, a short story or just something spanning the time period between the mantis crew splitting up and the beginning of jedi survivor?

I need to know everything Cal felt after his found family left him, and I need to see him throw himself recklessly into rebel activity with Saw Garrerra as a way to cope.

The mission to Coruscant in jedi survivor gave us a brief glimpse into the relationships Cal has with his new crew, but I need details. The failed coup on Norsid, the job on Cardia and just… rebellion shenanigans! Gabs’ backstory as a syndicate slicer and Bravo’s past as a military pilot could be so interesting, along with whatever they come up with for the twins.

[randomingoftherandomness]

Hear me out…

Baby ice dragon demon ZYC losing control over his abilities and going Elsa mode in freezing everything he touches 😭

ZYZ so concerned and trying to help but ZYC terrified he’s gonna freeze him too

"I leave for half a shichen and this is what happens when I'm not around."

Zhao Yuanzhou barely has time to finish his sentence before Xiao Jiu grabs him by the arm and drags him towards Xiao Zhuo's room. Mouth running a mile a minute, the boy genius starts rattling off without pauses or stops about how they'd noticed something wrong when temperatures dropped below freezing even when everything beyond the compound's gates was a comfortable balmy autumnal afternoon gander.

Ying Lei chirps up that no one can go beyond the corridor that leads to Zhuo Yichen's private quarters to check on him, and when Zhao Yuanzhou moves to ask why, he stops.

There could not be any wondering of the 'why', when right at the mouth of the corridor is a thick wall of ice.

"We tried breaking through." Ying Lei says, solemnly. "Some of the men are looking to build a fire strong enough to melt it down, but that'll take ages."

"So this is why you pulled me out of my sojourn?" Zhao Yuanzhou asks the little mountain god. Turning around, he spies the way Xiao Jiu is worrying at the bell in his hair, and opts to be kind about this.

"Stand back." He commands, calling on his power for a spell.

The ice wall shatters easily enough and Zhao Yuanzhou takes the initiative to be the first to walk through the frigid air. Not two steps in, accompanied by a loud lurch and the distressed sound of Xiao Jiu calling out his name, the wall reforms itself 3 feet deep, pushing the demon back.

A trap, then? He wonders. It's no matter in any case because very few things can hurt him. However, there are many things that could harm Zhuo Yichen at this stage. Practically breaking out in a sprint, he runs at full tilt to where his room is.

"Zhuo Yichen!"

"Xiao Zhuo--!"

At every step he takes, the ice that coats the walls go thicker and the air colder. With his senses, the great demon feels out the way just moving through the pulse of energy that beats through the corridor is like moving through thick sludge. Worry prickles in the corner of his mind, but he pushes it back to focus on getting to the mortal.

No. Zhao Yuanzhou has to correct himself. No mere mortal. Not anymore.

When the door to the bedroom won't open, Zhao Yuanzhou batters through with a whispered word. The whole space glows with an icy blue, unnatural but beautiful. If it were any other moment, he might have taken a beat to admire it all, but as it were, his attentions go to the curled-up form on the bed.

"Xiao Zhuo-daren..."

"Don't come close! D-don't come near me!"

Zhao Yuanzhou inhales, consciously relaxing himself. With gentleness in his voice, he takes half a step forward when he asks, "And why is that?"

This makes Zhuo Yichen sob. "Because I'll hurt you. I can't control it. I'll hurt you and everyone else."

A full step. Then another. "You could never hurt me."

"Zhao Yuanzhou, I'm being serious!"

"And so am I." The demon smiles, crossing the last few steps between them. With careful awareness in his gestures, Zhao Yuanzhou takes a seat on the bed. Keeping his body language light, he reaches out to take Xiao Zhuo by the hand.

He resists, but what is resistance in the face of a patient storm?

"Xiao Chen, here."

The first touch of their fingertips is like touching a glacier's surface. The second is the sensation of melting snow. Zhao Yuanzhou lets the icy feeling numb his touch, then bleed a little of his power into how their hands slide together; finger to finger, palm to palm, intertwined.

"There. Just like I told you, you can't hurt me." The demon whispers, reaching out for his other hand. Surprise gives in to delight when Xiao Zhuo does not hesitate to lean into him, letting Zhao Yuanzhou wrap his arms around him. He is freezing, almost a block of ice in his embrace, but the great demon holds on tightly. Uncaring for the almost painful the chill seeps into his own bones.

"I can't control it..." Xiao Zhuo murmurs miserably against his shoulder.

"I know. It's alright."

Xiao Zhuo shakes his head, rubbing his tear-stained cheek against his robe, "I don't want to hurt anyone."

"And I won't let you." Zhao Yuanzhou promises, carding his fingers through his hair. "I promise."

[altschmerzes]

reflecting on seasons 3 and 4 of slow horses and i'd like to take a moment to appreciate how At Her Fucking Limit louisa guy is and for good reason. local woman who is isolated and very much alone and has just risked connecting with another person only to have that person brutally murdered now risks connecting with SECOND person only for that person to turn out to be god's least favourite court jester who keeps trying to also die on her. please give this poor lady two minutes of peace.

[strnilolover]

⌗ . . . YOU DON’T HATE ME

WARNINGS : STEP SIBLING TROPE. SMUT. DRY HUMPING. SPITTING KINK. BITING. LIGHT SLAPPING. TITTY SUCKING. KINDA MEAN!MATT. (pls tell me if i forgot anything).

god you hated him—hated the way he was so charming and perfect and so fucking hot.

your mom thought that this family trip would bring everyone together, but it really didn’t. you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to pick a fight with matt every chance you got, your arguing and bickering beginning to get on your moms nerves.

“can’t you two get along for one day?” she asked you mid argument, stopping whatever insult you were going to throw at him next. your head whipped in her direction, and you just crossed your arms. “well i would if he wasn’t such an ass all the time.” you snapped.

your mom glared at you, “language.” you quickly mumbled an apology. “you two go find something to do, and i want you guys to get along by the end of it.” both you and matt gave her matching glares of your own at her words.

“fine.” you grumbled, turning your back to matt as you walked off toward your shared room—which was the cherry on top of it all. you had to sleep in the same bed as his every night this trip. having to stop yourself from tracing lines along his chest while he slept—he was too tempting.

the air between you had always been…tense. ever since your parents got married, matt had made it his full-time job to pick on you—cold looks, snide comments, backhanded compliments. but he never left you alone. and no matter how much you claimed to hate him, part of you waited for the attention. craved it even. especially late at night, when the house was quiet and the only thing separating your bodies was the thinnest sheet imaginable.

matt didn’t follow you as you made your way to the room, deciding to peel off and go do his own thing, ignoring your mothers request to spend some time together. you didn’t see him again until later that night after everyone was already in bed—your pajamas were on and the blankets were pulled high over your body.

you weren’t asleep yet, you couldn’t be—not with matt’s body radiating with heat as he climbed under the blankets with you. you couldn’t help the way your body shuttered with how close he was to you.

“you’re taking up the whole damn bed.” matt muttered from behind you as if he knew you weren’t actually asleep, his voice irritated. you rolled your eyes, back still turned to him. “then sleep on the floor, tough guy.”

he laughed, and you could feel it down your spine. “right. like I’d let your bratty little ass win that easy.” and you shifted under the covers, accidentally moving to brush your bare leg against his. “watch it,” he snapped. you rolled your eyes, “you’re so dramatic,” you whispered under your breath.

he moved suddenly—rolling over, pressing his chest against your back, one heavy arm wrapping around your waist. your breath caught at the contact, your body wiggling slightly in his grasp.

“i swear to God.” he murmured, lips brushing your ear, “you just love to piss me off, don’t you? always doin’ shit to rile me up on purpose.” your thighs clenched at his words—he wasn’t wrong.

“and yet you love pretending you don’t like it.” you snipped back.

he hummed, his hand moving to slowly slip under your shirt without hesitation, fingers splaying across your stomach. your brain started to short circuit, whatever snarky words you had disappearing. his touch already having you go limp for him—he’s never touched you like this before. “you walk around in those tiny shorts all week,” he growled. “picking fights with me. you knew what you were doing.”

you gasped when he pulled your hips back against him—his hard cock grinding slowly into your ass. his hand moved up to your throat under your shirt, gently gripping, just enough pressure to make your eyes roll back—your body tingling. you could feel the way your panties became soaked, the fabric sticking to your wet folds.

“you’re not gonna say a word.” he whispered, biting your earlobe. “not unless you want mom to hear her perfect little girl fucking in the guest room.” you whimpered, his words making the heat between your legs more prominent as he began rocking into you, dry humping through the thin layers of clothes. his mouth came down to meet your shoulder—teeth scraping before he bit down—leaving a mark behind on your skin when he pulled away.

“matt.” you breathed heavily, your find already fogging. a sharp sudden slap to your thigh made you cry out softly, your body jerking.

“did I say you could talk?” he spat against your ear, letting his tongue run along the lobe before nipping it. you couldn’t help but to moan into the pillow, writhing as his hand slid to your chest and cupped one of your tits, his thumb brushing over your nipple until it hardened. slowly he shifted himself, grabbing you and moving you onto your back before slotting himself over you and between your legs.

his mouth followed soon after—tugging your shirt up, lips closing over your tit, tongue licking lazily at your nipple before he sucked hard. letting his teeth nip at your now sensitive bud—the pain making you moan. it was messy and obscene, and you never wanted it to stop.

when he pulled back, spit dripped from his mouth as he stared down at you. his hips began to grind down, rubbing against your clit through the fabric of your panties. you sucked in a sharp breath, your hands coming up to grip at his shirt.

matt smirked, letting a hand come up to grab your face. “c’mon, open up for me sweetheart. you can do that yeah?” he muttered. you obeyed, dazed, your lips parting.

slowly he spat into your mouth, letting the saliva drop into your mouth before he came down and connected his lips to yours. it was heated and desperate, your mouth opening wider to let him in as his teeth nipped your lips, making you bleed slightly.

when he pulled away, his eyes were dark—lust pooled in his orbs. “be a good girl and swallow it.” he demanded.

you did—your eyes locked on his the whole time. you were both breathing heavy now, his hand now tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you again, roughly.

“i hate you,” you breathed.

“yeah?” he mocked, rocking against you faster now, one hand gripping the flesh of your thigh. “let’s see how true that really is, cause i think this pussy says otherwise.”

a/n : ik this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but i had to (never written something like this before either). creds to whoever has created stepbrother!matt <3

[sturnspup]

I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FEED ME.

premise ; you make a late-night visit to sam’s motel room, as you both have itches that desperately need to be scratched.

content warnings ; demon!reader . dom!sam . size kink!! . slight dacryphilia + thumb sucking . blood consumption . biting . marking . knife play + consensual cutting . fingering . oral male + fem! receiving . unprotected sex . creampie . a lil overstimulation . nearly getting caught . NOT PROOFREAD .

wordcount ; 3.3k words.

“what the hell are you going here?” sam grumbled. he had you pinned to the wall roughly, knife to your throat and everything. you struggled to move, breathing turned slightly panicked. “m’here to help you, sam.” you sassed, rolling your eyes.

“i don’t need your help. dean’ll be here soon, you gotta leave. now.” he pressed the knife closer against your throat. the blade threatened to draw blood from your vessel’s skin. and that only excited you more. “c’mon, sam,” you nearly whined. you noticed one of his giant legs had slipped between your smaller ones.

perfect.

your hips did a test buck, a gasp leaving your now parted lips. his thigh pressed just right where you needed him most.

you rubbed against him, biting your lip from the pleasure. “you know you need me,” whispered moans spilled from you as sam stared. he did need you. he ran low on your blood a while back, and had been desperately calling you ever since. he didn’t want you to leave. he needed his fix. but he couldn’t risk dean coming back and seeing you here.

“stop, stop!” he spoke through gritted teeth. one of his hands flew to your hip, holding it in place. “sam-” you whined. “no, enough! i’m not doing this with you.” his large hand matched his strength, having you set in place even with your rapid squirming. “no, sam, please!” you strained your head back, allowing him to see more of your neck, exposing it straight to the blade he held.

“need, ngh, need you,” you had pulled at his hand, using your inhumane strength until it reached your core, practically grabbing it as his fingers flexed. you hummed in satisfaction while sam let out a noise of surprise. “you want it, sam, i know you do,” you stared into his eyes as you grinded. his large fingers pushed the denim of your jeans right against you, in all the right places.

“fuck,” sam groaned. the sight of you—the feel of you, it was getting to him. and you could tell. “you- hah, that’s why you kept calling, right? you need it.” you moaned, slamming your hips onto his hand, thighs squeezing. “yeah, yeah i do,” he slid his hand out from your trap, the warmth of you disappearing from his palm. you whined again at the sudden loss of him.

“i need all of you.” he popped the button of your jeans with one hand, shoving it into the fabrics that distanced you from him. his fingers completely disappeared into your folds, gaining sweet mewls from you. “sam,” you groaned. he brought the knife away from your neck, stabbing it into the wall near your head. he glided his fingers through your slick while his free hand moved your hair and clothes out of the way of your shoulder.

he pushed your jacket away and pulled your shirt down, admiring your skin feverishly. you adjusted your hips, moving them outwards to try and get him closer to where you wanted him. and, oh, did he listen.

sam shoved two fingers into you, stretching your entrance to fit them. he bit down on your exposed skin as hard as he could, tasting the metallics of your blood as it filled his mouth. the taste soon turned sweet on his tongue. he had been craving it for weeks, he was completely addicted.

“sa-am!” you choked out his name, whimpers free falling from your mouth. his fingers were huge, and they were plunging in and out of you at a pace you couldn’t begin to describe. and his teeth. they were digging deeper into you, almost devouring you. you could feel your blood smearing on both your body and his face. he was taking in as much as he could. he wanted to drain you. but he couldn’t.

he pulled back from the bite, sucking harshly to get out what else he could. when he fully pulled away, he smiled. a bloody smile. your blood was on his teeth, his lips—the entire lower half of his face, nose to chin, was covered in your blood. and he was smiling. he was admiring. the nasty mix of an incoming hickey overlapping the bloodied skin and indented teeth marks excited him.

and you could see it. not just from how insane he looked in the moment, but from his eyes. almost no color was left. the pretty light green eyes you loved to manipulate, the puppy-dog look he always wore. it was gone. his pupils were so blown out, you’d think they’d flash full black like yours do.

“off.” he demanded, shifting his powerful, and rather highly dominant, gaze to you. and it made you shiver. you nodded dumbly as sam backed off to let you move. you shrugged off your jacket and lifted your shirt, your bare breasts bouncing once the now blood stained fabric was on the floor. you kicked off your shoes and pushed your underwear and jeans off, stepping out and kicking them away.

“good girl,” sam smirked, shamelessly staring at your naked body. the blood from his bite was still flowing out, a trail of it going over the top of your breast. he stepped closer, kneeling slightly to lick the blood back up to the swollen bite, giving it a chaste kiss. you winced at the pain. he tried to soothe you despite his state, rubbing slow circles on your side with his thumb.

he brought his hand up to cradle your face, nearly engulfing the side it sat on. you stared up at him with those doe eyes—the same look you gave him when you first met, and the one you give when you convince him that the wrong things he’s doing are actually good for the world.

he leaned down to kiss you gently, although you pressed roughly. the taste of your own blood on his lips and tongue—it was starting to drive you crazy.

he pulled back first, stopping your desperate reaching with a thumb on your blood-covered lips. he dragged his thumb down your bottom lip, watching it bounce back into place after pulling it. you kissed the tip of his thumb before wrapping your lips around it, sucking and licking the pad of it softly.

sam smiled at this. how needy you were. he turned until he was now against the wall. “go ahead, baby.” he encouraged you. you pulled off his thumb and slowly began to sink to your knees, dragging your hands down his body. once you were on the floor, still staring up at him, you began to undo his belt and pants, placing gentle kisses over the large bulge in his boxers.

“no teasing.” he gruffed out. you gave a sweet and soft smile in return before pulling it all down. you gasped as his cock sprung out, nearly hitting you in the face, had you not moved out of the way. you’re always left speechless when you see him. how big sam is. it matches the rest of him so well. and the veins on his dick were so prominent, you always remembered where they stuck out the most. and the tip, flushed and aching, was leaking, no, drooling precum.

how can a human be so perfect?

you wrapped your small hand around him, pumping him as you licked up the shaft. you immediately swallowed the tip into your mouth once you reached it, feeling your lips stretch around his girthed length as you went down.

you never get used to him, and you don’t think you ever will.

sam threw his head back at the sensation of you gagging. you weren’t even close to halfway down, and you were already choking on his cock, both hands desperately trying to make up for what you couldn’t take. but it never works. there’s just too much sam for you to handle. “that’s it, fuck, that’s my girl,” he cooed as you bobbed your head, jerking him off in rhythm of your head’s movement.

his voice was so deep, rumbling. his low moans and slur of praises went straight to your fluttering folds, making you even wetter than before.

both of your hands were working overtime alongside your mouth, rubbing and sucking over and over again. you swirled your tongue over sam’s tip, dipping into his slit while your hands squeezed him. “fuck, fuck—” he breathed, eyes tightly shut and brows furrowed.

he grabbed your head and pushed you all the way down. you gagged immensely, drool and spit pooling out of the sides of your mouth. the neatly trimmed curls at his base tickled your nose while you let out a strangled cry. tears pricked your closed eyes. your mouth, your throat—it was so full.

sam thrusted up while moving your head manually, fucking your face as your sloppy gargling filled the room. your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin, making crescent moon indents. you loved this part. he way he uses you, and eventually manhandles you during sex. the thought of what’s to come made you eager. your arousal began to drip onto the carpet beneath you from how wet you were.

you opened your eyes to look up at him. and he let out the most guttural moan at the sight of you. wide eyes with upturned brows, plush lips gliding on his dick, tears spilling down your face, and jaw slacked, yet tense, as you took him in.

you were everything.

“oh my—” he let out the most angelic moan as he held your head down on him, warm arousal spilling down your throat. you swallowed what you could, some leaking down your chin. you pulled off of him with a soft pop. you licked up his leftover cum off his dick, scooping up the remnants off your face with your fingers and licking them clean as well. all while maintaining eye contact with him.

sam reached a hand down to cradle your face, heart swelling as you tilted your head, leaning into the warm grasp of his large hand. a smile twitched against his lips. “so pretty, baby,” he purred. he swiped his thumb across your swollen lips, a small bead of his cum sitting on the pad of it.

you had grinned at his softness. you loved when he caved in like this. all gentle and loving. when he wasn’t sam winchester, the hunter, but sam winchester, the human.

you gave his thumb a kitten lick, tasting the slight sweetness of him again. thank god for his diet. his thumb entered your mouth slowly, fingerprinted skin warm against your tastebuds. you moved your tongue around it, feeling the smoothness of his fingernail and tough skin of his actual thumb.

your cheeks hollowed as you sucked gently, mouth still recovering from the previous face fuck. you moaned at the sight of his softened cock getting hard again. you wanted him so bad. and he wanted you.

he pulled his thumb out after a while. your saliva connecting to it by a string. sam picked you up effortlessly off the floor, finally giving your practically bruised knees a break. he took the knife out of the wall and carried you over to his bed, setting you down gently.

he got in-between your opened legs, admiring your slick covered folds and swollen, begging clit. your nipples were hardened into peaks, hair messily splayed on the bed. and blood was still slowly leaking from his earlier bite.

sam smirked as he dragged the knife down your body, starting at the valley between your breasts. the way you squirmed and the goosebumps that arose from your vessel’s skin, it all went straight to his hard again cock.

he dipped the sharp end of the blade into the skin of your stomach, dragging it slowly to slice you. it felt euphoric rather than painful. the miniature split of your flesh pooled blood almost instantly. and sam’s eyes darkened. he lurched forward, slow and deliberate—calculated, even.

his tongue lapped at the bright red substance as it leaked from the cut he made. he let out a low moan as it coated his tastebuds. “never gonna get over you,” he mumbled between sloppy licks and sucks, taking whatever your body gave him. his head sunk lower until it was directly between your legs. he placed a chaste kiss to your folds, your arousal leaving a shine on his lips.

he licked his lips, internally ascending at the taste of you. “sam—” you whimpered with a small buck of your hips. he wasted no time in devouring you after that. his tongue lapped at your cunt feverishly while his hands gripped your thighs. you were sure you’d bruise there later on.

your back arched as he claimed your puffy clit into his mouth, sucking harshly while his tongue flicked slow. his free hand came around to your clenching entrance, fingers prodding before getting sucked in by you. his fingers were so long and thick, stretching you in preparation for later. he curled them up just right, and the moan you let out made his dick twitch.

“ca-can’t, sam! need you, oh fuck—need you now, please!” you begged.

sam slipped his fingers out, licking them clean as he made his way back up to you. he kissed you roughly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. you both groaned at the slip of yours against his.

sam kissed down your neck, nipping and leaving marks on your vessel’s precious skin while his hand with the knife quickly cut your arm. “sam!” you gasped, looking down at the blood oozing down the curve of your limb. he dragged his tongue up the skin, drinking up your blood towards the fresh wound. he softly consumed what came out, being gentle with you after cutting you so fast.

you weakly grabbed his face to plant your lips on his. it was sloppy and messy—blood and spit mixing together. he lined himself at your entrance, slamming into you with one big thrust, filling you completely. your moan was muffled inside his mouth. his pace was brutal, relentless. his tip kissed your cervix at every push, cock easily slipping in and out from how wet you were.

he pecked your lips before sitting up, grabbing and tilting your hip with one hand for a better angle. he pressed the cold blade of the knife to your clit, the temperature difference making you whine. your body felt like it was on fire, pure desire and pleasure coursing through your veins.

“so fuckin’ pretty,” he cooed as he moved the tip of the knife to separate your folds, being careful not to hurt you, but he was still dangerously close. he watched his large cock stretch you out each time he pushed in, the bulge of it protruding from your lower belly. the way your warm walls squished and morphed around him felt euphoric, full blown ecstasy piercing through his dilated pupils as he stared at you.

the eye contact through half-lidded eyes made you writhe beneath him. sam leaned back to your chest, swirling his tongue over one nipple while circling the other with his knife, hips never faltering once. the heated knot in your stomach tightened, “fuck. fuck, sam! shit—m'gonna cum!” mewls spewed from your mouth as he placed the knife on the bed to circle his thumb on your sensitive clit, ramming deeper into you.

“yeah? y’gonna cum, baby? c’mon, cum for me,” he whispered into your ear, breath hot and heavy, before placing a kiss on your sweaty and flushed cheek. your orgasm crashed over you not long after those words left his mouth. your pussy clenched around his cock, sucking him in further as you desperately tried to milk him. “fuck, that’s it, good girl. my sweet, sweet girl, so fuckin’ good,” he groaned lowly. he was right on the edge, about to fill you with his release,

until the familiar roar of the impala could be heard rumbling down the street towards the parking lot.

“shit!” sam cursed under his breath. he quickly tossed the knife in his bag on the floor, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you up. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, arms around his neck. he moved your body to keep the rhythm going as he grabbed your discarded clothes and walked into the bathroom, moaning at the feel of you sucking and kissing his skin.

he quickly locked the door of the bathroom and started the shower to mute your sounds. he placed you on the sink and continued to fuck into you, chasing his own release. you whined at his size plowing you into overstimulation. your legs trembled as you grew more and more sensitive at each thrust.

“sammy,” you sobbed. you never called him that. ever. and normally, sam would be beyond pissed that anyone besides his brother called him that. but the way his nickname flowed from your lips with a slight twinge at the end—it made him twitch inside you.

he bit down on your neck as he came. white hot spurts coating your insides, just as dean barged into the hotel room, front door smashing into the wall. you held down a whimpered moan, attaching your lips to sam’s for extra security.

dean was about to call for his younger brother, but decided against it as he heard the shower going.

“you need to go. now.” the tall brunette urged, tone hushed, but the same from when you first arrived. he pulled his softening cock out slowly, mutual whines slipping from you both. you felt so empty now. but you knew he’d fill you up again soon.

you quickly dressed yourself back up, giving sam a goodbye kiss before scrambling out of the small window in the bathroom. he let out a sigh before hopping in the shower, scrubbing himself free of you. but he felt it. the rush of power in his veins. the amount of blood he got from you tonight wasn’t exactly enough, but it’ll do for now. at least until he sees you again.

when he was done, he turned off the water and dried his body with the nearest towel, wrapping it around his waist before stepping out.

“does it smell like sulfur in here to you?” dean asked suddenly, making sam stop in his tracks. “uh, no?” he said as calmly as he could, with his best attempt at feigned confusion.

“hm,” dean hummed and sniffed the air. he turned to sam, eyes wide and smile big. “well that explains the sex smell,” he chuckled, “couldn’t wait an hour, sammy?” he teased.

sam internally cringed at the nickname, it having a whole different meaning and effect on him after hearing it come out of you. “shut up.”

“awh, come on. was she hot?” the older winchester questioned. when sam didn’t respond to grab his clothes, he continued. “good?” he tilted his head before gasping at his younger brother’s silence, “bad?”

“no, not bad. never bad.” sam spewed quickly before realizing the latter of his answer. “never bad? who’s this chick and why haven’t i met her yet?” dean stood up and walked towards his brother. he grabbed sam’s shoulder to turn him around. “because she clearly wants it known you’re with her.” he pointed to the dark marks blossoming across sam’s neck and chest.

“dean!” sam pushed him off, pursing his lips angrily, tone full of embarrassment. dean cackled as he walked back to the table, talking about how he got a burger for himself and some ‘rabbit food’ for sam to eat for dinner. but all sam could think about was you. and how he was so gonna get you back for the stupid hickeys on his skin.

gabs yaps ; i know that’s a soulless sam pic but he looked so hot. also i miss demon blood sam SO MUCH :((!! anyways i’m obsessed with this song and one of my tiktok moots made a samruby edit to it so yk i HAD to make a fic with it 🙏🙏

tags ; @starzify @sunsbaby @deansbeer @bruisedfig @legalmente-loca @littlejackles @xoswiftieprincess @southernimpala @sacr1ficialang3l @y2kstarr @1980slemasters @mahi-wayy @tinas111 @ccupidzbvnni @angelically-yours @deanwinchestersgirl8734 @halsteadwichester + wanna be on the taglist? .

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𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 - 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

☆⋆｡°‧★ in which dahlia feels like a high school girl again

☆⋆｡°‧★ will smith x dahlia monroe

☆⋆｡°‧★ wc: 2.8k

☆⋆｡°‧★ au masterlist

☆⋆｡°‧★ i literally created this post on april 29- it's been 5 months 😭😭 but you can all thank will's new post for bringing this fic to life !! also, i cant be bothered to figure out if this story ended on a sunday or saturday, so let's just say the first part is on a sunday night :D

‎‧₊˚✧[ OCTOBER 27, 2023 ]✧˚₊‧

later that same night, dahlia found herself waiting for will in the same sport they met at last time. the game ended with a 5-1 wins for the eagles over michigan state. sadly, will had not collected any points, but he still played amazingly, well in dahlia's eyes he did. the girl let out a soft giggle at violette's text telling her about a stupid disagreement she and her boyfriend had over which cars movie was the best.

the girl then moved to her snapchat, opening a small vlog one of her friends had made before opening her camera to snap her back. the girl could not help the blush that rose to her cheek when she saw the eagles jersey on her. of course, to her friends it just looked like she was supporting her school, not knowing about about the large 6 on her back and the name SMITH between her shoulders.

sadly, dahlia could not get the same seat she always got behind the bench, so she ended up sitting more in the corner of the rink in the second row. will quickly spotted her in the stand, a wide smile appearing on his face when he realized she had wore his jersey just like she had said. he also wasted no time texting her as soon as he got back to the locker room.

"gimme a twirl." will said as he approached the girl, a smile on his face. dahlia quickly shoved her phone in her pockets, a large grin forming on her lips as she saw the blond making his way to her. she waited until he was a little closer to start slowly spinning around, will's hand landing on her waist when her back was towards him.

"looks good on you." he spoke softly once they were face to face, his hands still on her. dahlia giggled nervously before reaching up to cup his cheek.

"felt really confident, until i realized this guy on the ice copied my look. how rude of him." she joked, making will roll his eyes before letting his hands slip to her back, bringing her closer to him.

"matching, that's cute. you know the guy?"

"a bit."

"what's he like?"

"really sweet, and nice, and handsome. not the smartest, though." the girl whispered as their faces were now only centimeters away from each other. will chuckled a bit before leaning down and connecting their lips. "did so good, will."

"yeah?"

"yeah." the girl breathed out before connecting their lips again. her hands moved up to the back of his head, her fingers locking with his curls as their kiss grew more intense.

"so fucking pretty, dahls." will mumbled against her lips before pushing the girl against the wall. their lips reconnected as dahlia let out a gasp as one of will's hand moved down to her ass, somehow bringing her even closer to him.

"will..." the girl let out as will's lips moved from her mouth to her neck, softly nipping at her skin.

"mm?"

"someone... someone could walk by." she mumbled before biting her lips as will found her sweet spot, gently sucking on the spot.

"don't care." he whispered in her ear before kissing the shell of it, making the girl let out a soft whimper as shiver went down her spine.

"i do. i-" the girl was cut off but will's lips on her again. their tongue soon met in the middle, the hockey player letting out a small groan as one of his hands moved up to her neck. as much as the girl feared someone would see them, she never wanted this moment to end.

having will so close to her like this, his hands on her, his lips kissing her so softly. it was addicting. she had never experienced something like this before, and she loved it. she wanted to bask in this moment for the rest of her life.

but of course, everything good thing has to come to an end. unfortunately for them, their moment was ended by will's best friend calling out his name.

"will?" gabe's voice echoed as footsteps could be heard approaching their direction.

"fuck me." will whispered as the two of them pulled away, both of their lips shinny and slightly bruised. "fucking perreault." before either of the two teens had time to say anything else, gabe came into their view, his jaw dropping slightly as he realized the position they were in. the girl pressed against the wall, her hands still in will's hair as the boy still had his hands on her.

gabe recognized her right away, he was not an idiot. he had also talked to violette in his last french class, finding out that the two of them had been hanging out for quite some time now. granted, gabe and all the other guys had a feeling since will barely spent time with them, and was always sneaky when telling them about his plans.

the fluent boy let out an awkward cough as will stepped back from the girl, but one of his hands stayed on her waist, keeping her close to him still. dahlia had not really realized what had been happening, her intense make out with the blond boy playing over and over in her head. it was not until will spoke that she was brough back to reality.

"gabe, this is dahlia. dahls, this is gabe, my roommate." will smiled awkwardly, making dahlia awkwardly as well. gabe let out a small chuckle at the matching smiles on their faces.

"hi." dahlia spoke, before looking over at will with a panicked look on her face.

"hey. just wanted to let you know im going to ryan's, i'll text you when i leave." gabe said to his teammate before sending a smile to the girl and walking away, leaving the two alone. will cleared his throat before looking over to dahlia, who's face was flush red as her eyes stared at the ground.

"wanna come to mine for a bit?" will ask, a wave of confidence taking over him. he had not invited her over before because gabe was always there, but now, since he knew his roommate would not bother them, it seemed like the perfect time.

"sure, yeah."

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"thanks again for coming tonight, it meant a lot." will whispered an hour late. the two teenagers were now laying in will's bed, the girl switching her jeans for one of his sweatpants, his jersey still on her. dahlia's head was resting on will's upper chest, her arms around his torso as his hugged her close. the girl smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"i think i'm starting to understand the rules." the girl whispered back as will leaned his forehead onto hers, their eyes connecting.

"yeah?"

"mhm. tripping people, that's a big no no. hitting the head too. oh, and keep your stick away from people's head. and when you guys get the puck into the net, i cheer." the girl rambled with a soft smile. will looked down at her with adoration filled in his eyes. he had quickly noticed how little dahlia knew about sports, so he had not bothered to try and explain the rules of hockey to her, meaning she had learned all this on her own.

"what about icing? or offsides?"

"icing? that goes on cake, silly." dahlia said truthfully, making will giggle slightly.

"you've got a long way to go, loves." will laughed as he pulled the girl closer, fully hugging her, as the nickname slipped passed his lips so naturally. dahlia felt butterflies in her stomach as the word replayed in her head. loves. thankfully, she did not need to say anything as will's phone dinged, making him groan slightly.

"gabe's going to get some food, you want some?" the boy asked as he sat up in his bed, his fingers typing away on his phone.

"i'm fine." she lied. she was starving, but she did not want some stranger to pay for her food, it just did not feel right.

"i'll tell him to get you a chicken wrap."

"will-"

"your stomach's been growling for the last half hour, dahls. i'm not gonna let you starve."

"i don't have any money on me, will."

"i'll cover it, don't worry. and don't try to argue with me, dahlia." will said firmly, leaving the girl silent at the use of her full name. dahlia did not like having to rely on other people to buy stuff for her, she had her own money she had saved up from her job during high school, she was fully capable of paying for herself.

"i'll transfer you-"

"you're not transferring anything, dahl. just let me pay for you, okay? i want to." he whispered softly as he dropped his phone back on his bed. the girl bit her lip slightly before nodding a bit, making will smile a bit.

"i can pay for my own stuff, will."

"i know you can dahls, and i'm not trying to say you can't when i pay for you. i'm doing it because i want to pay, it's the gentlemen in me." the boy joked, making dahlia smack his chest lightly, the two of them chuckling a bit.

"i'm paying for your coffee tomorrow." the girl stated, a stern look on her face.

"then i'll pay for yours."

"will-" the girl tried to argue, but will cut her off. their bickering continued for a couple of minutes before gabe entered the room.

"is everyone clothed?" the boy yelled out as he closed the door behind himself, standing in the little hallway of their dorm room.

"yes." will sassed, rolling his eyes slightly. gabe knew very well that nothing like that had happened between them yet, and they surely would not start knowing that the boy could walk in at any moment. the next second, gabe was approaching his friends bed, dropping a brown bag on the mattress.

"hey, dahlia." the boy said naturally, catching the girl off guard a bit. this was only their second time meeting, not to mention that she was in his dorm, and he was acting like this was a everyday situation.

"hi." she answered back, the same awkward smile on her face as before. meanwhile, will had quickly started going through the bag, handing dahlia her food. "thanks."

"movie?" gabe questioned the other two as he threw himself down on his bed, turning on the tv the boys had gotten. will looked over at dahlia, who had already started on her food, the girl nodded a bit.

"sure. you pick." will said to his roommate before pushing himself up slightly so he would not choke on his food. dahlia did the same, resting on her head against his shoulder, will's arm wrapping around her shoulders.

"i just have one rule, no making out please." gabe joked, earning himself a pillow to the head from will. soon, the three teens fell into a comfortable silence as gabe picked a random movie on netflix.

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monday morning, dahlia woke up with a huge grin on her face as her eyes locked onto will's jersey, which was still laying on her desk chair. violette had spent the night at her boyfriend's place, meaning her jaw dropped to the floor the next day only to see that the smith jersey was still here, and a smiling sleeping dahlia.

since the boys had played on thursday and friday, they had their weekend nights free, which will took upon himself to make extra special for dahlia. he had spent his saturday hanging out with the guys, much to his dismay. the only reason behind his presence was dahlia refusing to see him until he spent time with his friends. but the boy was quick to make his way over to her in the library, and just as quick to get her out of there. they spent that evening in his dorm, watching movies and messing around with each other as gabe and went through the night.

on sunday, they met up early in the coffee shop, before will insisted he showed her his childhood neighbourhood, which is exactly what they did. will's hand was resting on dahlia's thigh the whole time as he drove around, showing her all the spots he used to hangout with his friends, where he would play hockey, all of it, before stopping at his favourite small restaurant near his house for lunch.

then the two had made their way back to campus, will taking the longer way around to spend as much time with her as possible. sadly, will had a team dinner that night, meaning the two wouldn't be able to see each other, but that didn't mean they didn't talk. just like he had been for the last two weeks, will was glued to his phone. the guys had now be fully updated, thanks to gabe, about what was truly going on between the two teenagers, so none of them were being annoying about it.

the night ended with will wishing her a good sleep, along with a promise of coffee the next morning. which lead dahlia to this moment, her smile wide as she grabbed her phone and the first thing she noticed was a notification from will.

will

good morning dahls

dahls

morning blondie

will

coffee in 20?

same place as always

dahls

25?

will

it's a date ;)

the girl grinned down at her phone before quickly getting up and starting to get ready. she decided on a pair of black leggings with a sweater that she paired with her favourite shoes.

when she arrived at their usual coffee spot, she spotted a mop of blond curls sitting in a corner. she quickly made her way over, noticing the two coffees already sitting on the table.

"hi, sorry i'm a little late." she apologized as she sat down across from the smith boy. the hockey player smiled up at her as she sat down, a shy smile on her face.

"you're all good, don't worry. how'd you sleep?"

"fine. you?"

"would've been better with you." the boy said with a childish grin on his face. dahlia rolled her eyes at his words while a small smile grew on her face.

"idiot." the girl mumbled before taking a sip of her coffee, will staring at her with the biggest heart eyes she had ever seen. she coudn't help the butterflies in her stomach as the two held eye contact as they slowly sipped away on their drinks, barely any words being said between them.

dahlia hadn't felt such at peace it what felt like forever. the only thing that was on her mind was will, and will only. all the assignments she had, all the drama her friends all, it had slipped her mind. she loved it. she had never felt like this with anyone before, and she was obsessed with this new found feeling in her.

"doing anything tonight?" the boy asked her as they walked towards the girl's first class of the day.

"vi and i are having dinner with our parents, sorry." dahlia apologized as they entered the building where her english class took place.

"don't be, i get it. tomorrow?"

"yeah, that works with me." the girl smiled as they reached the door to her class, the two stopping a couple of feet away from it.

"text me when you get home."

"i will. can i call you before going to sleep?" the girl asked, her voice dropping a couple of octaves.

"i'll be waiting." the hockey player answer just as softly, before leaning in and pressing a small kiss to her lips, which dahlia quickly reciprocated. "take care."

"bye, will." the girl said before the disappeared down the hallway and she was hit with the reality of her life, her stupid english lecture.

if anyone was to ask her what the professor had talked about, she wouldn't be able to answer. all she could think about during the boring lecture was the blond boy. dahlia often found herself blushing down at her notes as she thought about the previous, more specifically the new jersey she owned sitting in her closet.

will was the only thing in her mind; his soft lips against hers, his strong arms holding her close to him in his bed last night, his cologne being the only smell, the way he looked at her as they stood outside her dorm room. all of it. it all felt so magical, something out of a disney movie. she loved it, and she never wanted it to end.

unbeknown to her, the blond boy was having those same exact thoughts as he sat on his desk chair, trying his best to complete his homework for his class. but every time he tried to think about the previous lecture, dahlia was the only thing he could think of. will had never been so infatuated with anything other than hockey in his life, but he was not complaining at all. dahlia truly was the kindest and most amazing person he had met in his life, and he was not ready for her to leave ever.

[prettygirl-gabi]

Bullshit aside……

Broooo my wife in this damn tunnel fit…. I just wanna eat her up… turn her into the pillow princess

Sooo ready to see my baby play her first (un) official home game