#will smith blurb

[httpuckdrop]

boyfriend? – ws2

will gets possessive (jealous) when seeing you with other guys.

pairing: will smith x friend!reader

genre: fluff, college!au

word count: 760

warnings: mentions of alcohol

author's note: been in SUCH a will mood recently, it's not even funny. he's just so !!!! it's not my fault actually :( anyways have this little blurb, hope u enjoy <3

read part 2 here!

will hates this.

he doesn't hate parties per se, just this specific one. he does think the party is good; the music is great, a lot of his friends are here, not too calm yet not too crazy. but he hates it mainly because no matter what he does, what room of the apartment he moves into or what classmate he chats to, he always ends up catching you in the corner of his eye.

looking at you is definitely not something will dislikes – on the contrary, he could spend the rest of his life staring at you without feeling bored for even a second. that's how beautiful you are to him.

but seeing you get flirted with and seeing people exploit the fact that you've had more than your share of the drinks table? he hates that.

he tries to handle it by moving along, finding new groups to join and new subjects to talk about to get his mind off you. cool, the school's football team won yesterday; oh yeah, that physics professor seems insane; did you watch that new movie?

it works for a while, but he eventually finds his eyes wandering off to you in every room. you're just that radiant, attracting his attention without even trying. that fact is something he's okay with, and he supposed he'll just have to get used to seeing you with other guys every once in a while, even if it's terribly painful.

but when that stupid football jock you've been talking to for the last fifteen minutes places his hand on your ass as he leans in to whisper in your ear – has he no shame? will asks himself – will has had enough.

in just a few quick strides, he has made it over to you, and his left arm drapes across your shoulders instantly. "there you are, baby," he says, leaning down to press a fleeting kiss to your temple. "been looking all over for you."

the guy takes a step back instinctively, his eyes narrowing at the sight. it takes a moment for you to realize what's happening, but when your head turns toward will, your entire face lights up. "william!" you exclaim, arms wrapping around his torso and pulling him in for a hug. he flinches at the full name – you're even drunker than he thought – but he relaxes once you're in his arms instead of that guy's.

"who are you?"

will looks back to the man you were talking to earlier. "oh, shit- i'm sorry, rude of me not to introduce myself." he holds out his right hand, his other one falling down your waist. "i'm will. nice to meet you, man."

the other guy reluctantly shakes will's hand, frowning slightly. "you two a thing or something?"

will leans the side of his head against the top of yours. "girlfriend and boyfriend for almost two years now."

your eyes widen at this, jaw dropping with a gasp. "boyfriend?" you ask. "you're my boyfriend?"

he chuckles, hoping he doesn't sound as nervous as he feels, but nods. "i think you-" he accentuates the word with a tap to your nose. "-have had a little too much to drink if you don't remember me."

the other guy leaves the scene looking a little nauseous, and will can finally relax a little. you, however, seem to not notice anything going on around you, still focused on his touch on your nose several moments later. "too much? no, i'm not even tipsy..."

"sure you aren't." will's hand reaches for yours, tugging on it as he starts walking out of the room. "come on, let's go back to the dorm."

"what dorm?" you ask, yet you reluctantly walk after him.

"your dorm."

once you reach the front door, he rummages through the millions of coats hanging on the wall before finding yours. he hangs it over your shoulders, trying his best to ignore the pout on your lips. "i wasn't done in there." you tilt your head to the side. "why are you forcing me out?"

"i'm taking care of you," he corrects.

"same thing." he lets go of your hand and your eyes follow his movements when he puts on his own jacket, already missing his warmth on your skin. "why?"

he shrugs. "boyfriend duties, i guess."

you step out into the cold together, and the fresh air helps you begin to come to your senses. yet, you find yourself mumbling, "if you're actually my boyfriend, you should kiss me. on the lips."

oh, how badly he wishes he could.

"another time, baby."

[lukesvangelista]

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧ʷˢ²

in which will's arm becomes your canvas in the moments you need it most.

warnings; anxiety, bullying (pre-school), BRIEF mention of parents fighting, but other than that, pure fluff. if you can think of others, please don't hesitate to let me know!

You had met Will Smith in pre-school. On the first day that you had stepped inside the classroom, you had been captivated by his blond hair and blue eyes. His hair had been neatly cut, safely tucked behind his ears, while his eyes matched perfectly with his charming smile. Even at four years old, he had you wrapped around his finger.

You didn't get the chance to talk to him, however, until the winter of that school year. You had always been the anxious type, finding it hard to reach out and speak to your classmates. So, you didn't. Ultimately, that led to a group of boys catching you on the slide, alone, during recess one day. It was a typical Massachusetts day for that time of year - a white blanket of snow enveloped the state, and the ice on the ground was as smooth as glass. But in that moment, none of that had mattered. A brown-haired boy in the group had approached first, asking the question everyone wanted to know the answer to.

"Why don't you talk?"

Those words stung. It wasn't like you didn't want to. It just felt like your mouth was zipped shut and someone had thrown out the key to unlock it every time you tried to speak.

So, naturally, you didn't answer.

A few moments later, another boy stepped forward, "Aww, is the little baby too afraid to speak?"

You took a deep breath, trying to gather yourself, but it was clear that you weren't going to get out of this one easily. Despite your observation, you carefully hopped off of the slide you were perched on and turned your back to the boys as you attempted to walk away. You had only made it a few steps when you felt a hard shove from behind - one that made you fall face first onto the ground. Your face burrowed itself into the thick layer of snow that had blanketed the ground, the cold powder stinging your face. You tried to burrow into the safety of your heavy winter coat, but not even that worked.

You could hear the muffled laughs of the boys behind you, one shouting, "Mute freak!" and the other shouting, "Scaredy-cat!" Suddenly, however, a third voice had joined the conversation. The voice was both recognizable and unrecognizable to you, both comforting yet oddly familiar. That was enough for you to gather the strength to look up from the ground.

"Leave her alone!"

It was Will.

His neatly-trimmed blond hair had grown shaggy over time, the wisps of it curling at the nape of his neck. A white winter hat was covering the rest, but you could almost see the way it was curled at the top of his head. A flame of anger was dancing in his usually icy blue eyes, and his smile was no longer charming, only frustrated.

He shoved the two boys back, but not hard enough for them to fall to the ground. That didn’t matter, however. Will had the upper hand - he had a few inches on both of the boys, which meant that in their eyes, he towered over them. Without any other words being spoken, the two boys ran off in fear, occasionally looking back only to find Will glaring at them as he carefully walked over to you.

As he approached you, he offered a compassionate smile, one that would’ve made you feel better if your face wasn’t going numb from the snow. He grabbed your hands and helped you sit up, his gloved hands immediately going to gently brush the snow off of your face.

You flinched in surprise, but the soft material felt comforting against your rosy cheeks. He glanced at you as if to ask if it was okay for him to continue, and you nodded softly. Once he was done, he wiped his snow-covered gloves on the material of his puffy coat - no doubt one his mom made him wear - and offered a gentle hand to help you up off of the ground.

“I’m William, but I go by Will,” he smiled, his hand lingering in yours until he knew for sure that you were safely off of the ground. When he let go, your hands immediately went to fumble with the hem of your hoodie in both anxiety and relief.

You weren’t sure what, but something washed over you, and timidly yet undoubtedly, you raised your voice.

“I’m Y/N.”

And that was the first time you talked to one of your classmates. That classmate just happened to be Will Smith.

As the year went on, you and Will grew inseparable. He continued to be the only classmate you talked to, but he didn't seem to mind. Everyone around you wondered why Will received your special treatment, but the truth of the matter was that he was the only one who made you feel safe. He never judged you for your anxiety, but instead welcomed it because even at four years old, he knew it was apart of you.

Later in spring, you were having a particularly bad day when Will handed you a pack of markers. He had recently turned five, a milestone you were still waiting on, and he received the package of colored ink as one of his gifts. He opened the table's cubby to reveal some coloring books, but as he placed them down, he felt your hand grab his wrist.

Without a word, you had taken the cap off of a light blue marker and began drawing a flower on his skin. Will hesitated for a moment, but when he took sight of your face, he could see the way your eyes visibly drained of worry as you traced the ink. So, naturally, he continued to let you do it.

Little did you know that that tradition would last for fourteen years.

Even at 19, the tradition of drawing on Will’s skin had become second nature, something neither of you ever questioned anymore. He constantly had markings on his skin from you, but he didn’t mind. It was a quiet way for you to find your balance in waves of emotions and for him to remind you that you were never alone.

It had been a long day for you. You had come over after a family dinner that had left your nerves frayed, your usual quietness amplified to the point that Will could tell something was wrong the second you walked in. Now, hours later, you sat on his bed, your legs cocooned into your chest as if that would provide you with any sense of comfort. Your mind was racing with more bad thoughts than good. The faint glow of “Ratatouille” illuminated the room through the screen of Will’s laptop, but neither of you seemed too interested.

Will glanced at you, catching the way your knees were pulled up to your chest, your fingers picking at the hem of your sweatshirt like they had the first time he met you. Without a word, he reached over to his desk, opened his top drawer, and grabbed the same pack of markers that had been sitting there since you were kids — the ones he had received for his 5th birthday — and held them out to you.

You glanced up at him slowly, your eyes meeting his blue ones. The flames of worry dancing in them almost matched the yellow marker you had grabbed from him. Will leaned back against his headboard, watching you through half-lidded eyes. “You’ve been quiet tonight,” he said softly, his voice breaking the silence but not the calm.

With the marker in your hand, you forced arm down until his wrist was stretched out in your lap. You were focused, your brow furrowed in that familiar way as you worked on filling the empty space of his skin with tiny, intricate designs.

You didn’t look up, the marker stilling for only a second before continuing its careful strokes. “Just thinking,” you murmured, the words barely audible over the scratch of ink against his skin. Will sighed softly, gently grabbing your chin with his free hand to get you to look at him.

“About what?”

You hesitated, your hand pausing again. Your eyes flickered up to meet his, and for a moment, you looked like you might change the subject. But then you sighed and went back to drawing, your voice low, “Dreams, I guess. The future. If my parents stop fighting. If I’ll ever feel… well, less like this.”

Will didn’t need to ask what this meant. He’d been your best friend long enough to know—this was the restlessness, the anxiety, the weight you carried in moments like these. Hell, it was the weight you carried all the time. He watched as you traced another flower on his wrist, your hand steady despite the storm you clearly felt inside.

His heart broke, but he didn’t falter.

“You will,” he said simply, the steadiness in his voice making you chuckle slightly.

Your lips curved into the faintest smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes, “You make it sound easy.”

Will smiled softly, the compassion he’d always held for you radiating through him, “It’s not. But you’ll get there,” he said, leaning forward just enough so that your knees touched. “And until then, you can keep putting your dreams on me.” He tilted his head, gesturing toward the growing garden of flowers and stars you were creating.

You let out a soft laugh, the sound warming the room. It was the first time Will had heard you laugh all day, “Dreams?“

Will shook his head, his grin small but sincere, “These are the outlines of what’s in your head, Y/N/N — your dreams, your worries, all of it. You’ve been doing it since we were five years old.”

You laughed, your eyes meeting his again, “But what makes you think they’re my dreams?”

“They constantly change,” he explained, a wisp of his blond curls falling in front of his eyes. He looked exactly like the four year old you had met on the playground that winter day. “When we were six, you drew rocket ships because all you wanted was to be an astronaut. And when we were 11, I constantly had drawings of cats and dogs on my wrists because you wanted to be a veterinarian. And last year, you drew the Boston College logo over and over again because you wanted me to be happy at B.C.”

“And what about my worries?”

“They remain more steady, but I don’t mind carrying them for awhile,” he whispered softly, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Your marker stilled, and for a moment, you just looked at him, your chest feeling a little lighter in a way only Will could manage. Then, with a soft smile, you added one last detail to the sunflower you’d been working on—a tiny heart at the center.

“You’re so corny,” you said, placing his arm back in his lap.

Will smirked, lifting it to admire your work, “And you’re the one who just drew a heart. Who’s corny now?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the quiet laugh that slipped out. You tucked your legs under you, leaning back against the headboard beside him. He might’ve been corny, but he meant more to you than you could ever know,“You’ll always be my favorite sketchbook, you know.”

Will nudged your shoulder lightly, the marker still in his other hand, “And you’ll always be a flower on my skin.”

Neither of you said anything else after that, the room settling into a comfortable silence. But the outlines of your dreams stayed etched on Will’s arm, just like they always would.

a/n; this might be one of my favorite works that i’ve ever written. i hope you guys enjoyed this as much as i did!

[uluvjay]

Unexpected- W. Smith

Will Smith x Hughes! Sister

In which your brothers were not expecting to find a boy in your bed when they came to visit

Warnings?; cursing, anxiety, judgmental brothers, fluff, sorry for any errors!

“Dude just use your key.” Quinn grumbled to Jack as he continued to knock on your apartment door.

“I don’t want to invade her privacy.” Jack huffed.

“She came into our apartment to surprise us that one time.” Luke shrugged reminding his brother of the time they came home to find you on their couch.

“What if she’s like-i don’t know..not decent?” Jack cringed.

“Oh my god-move, I’ll just use mine.” Quinn huffed as he pushed his younger brother out of the way.

The boys had been texting you nonstop attempting to get an answer from you especially after their consistent knocking hadn’t worked and Quinn was tired of waiting.

Jack and Luke played the bruins in two days and having a short gap in his schedule Quinn decided to join his brothers on a surprise visit to their baby sister before he had to return to a hectic season.

Pushing open the sleek door of your apartment they were met with your natural vanilla scent, by the door was your messy shoe rack, umbrellas, coats, your keys on a hook, and hockey sticks-wait, why the hell would you have that many hockey sticks?

“Why does she hav-ow what the?” Luke began but was cut off as his foot came into contact with a hefty hockey bag and he went stumbling forward.

“Umm..why the hell is there usa hockey bag in her entryway?” Jack questioned, looking between his brothers with a raised eyebrow.

“The fuck are you asking us for?” Quinn spoke quietly.

“Why are you whispering?”

“Because you dumbass her keys are here, which means she’s probably sleeping still.” Quinn replied.

The boys looked around your apartment a bit more, keeping quiet as they walked through the living room area and kitchen.

Jack and Quinn knew the layout well as this was their graduation gift towards you, they felt unsafe with you living on campus and despite your protests when you opened the box revealing keys, you had been living here since the fall.

“Uh guys..there’s a gold medal on her living room table.” Luke choked.

“What?” Jack asked as he rushed in from the kitchen.

Meeting his brothers in the living room his eyes met the good medal that was in fact sitting pretty in the middle of your coffee table.

“Usa bag, sticks, and a gold medal? Shes dating one of the Bc guys that just won at world juniors. She has to be.” Luke laughed looking up at his older brothers.

Jack was the first to take off down the hall and towards your cracked bedroom door, both defensemen following closely behind him.

Quietly pushing your door open they found you asleep on your back, a Boston college hockey shirt on, thank god Jack thought.

And on your chest was a head of blonde curls, one of your hands resting on the boys shoulder peacefully while one of his arms was thrown around your waist.

Retreating to your living room the three men huddled together.

“He looks familiar.” Jack spoke up.

“His name is will something, he just got drafted.” Luke confirmed remembering his face from the draft.

“It’s Will smith. He went fourth overall to the sharks.” Quinn spoke showing his brothers the boy’s Instagram page.

“What do we do now?” Luke questioned, not sure where they should go from here.

“We wait.” Jack smirked and moved to make himself comfortable on your large sectional.

-

A little over an hour later they heard soft voices coming from your room, quite good mornings and the sound of lips connecting.

“Breakfast?” They heard you question and will confirm with a soft yeah.

Making your way out of your bedroom and down the hall you felt your heart drop into your stomach and a scream escape at the sight of three large figures sat on your couch.

“What the hell are you doing here!?” You shrieked once you realized it was your brothers.

“Came to see you, why? Is there something your hiding from us?” Jack smirked as his eyes dropped from you to gold medal on your table and back to you.

You followed his eyesight and worry filled you as you remembered that your boyfriend, who was fresh out of Sweden had all of his things here, the boyfriend your brothers also have no idea about.

“Shit. J-just give me a second.” You groaned as you turned around and pushed a curious Will back into your room before shutting the door.

“Everything okay?” He questioned as the noticeable worry etched on your face.

“My brothers are here.” You spoke quietly.

“Your brothers? As in all three?” Will asked.

“Yep.” You spoke popping the ‘p’ before continuing.

“Came to surprise me, turns out they were a bit more surprised when they found all of your usa stuff.” You laughed.

“Wh-what uh, what are we going to do?” He coughed.

It’s not that Will was necessarily scared of your brothers, he’d already met your parents and talked to your dad regularly about hockey. But brothers are different, especially your brothers. You four have a bond he’s never seen before and the protectiveness they have over you is strong.

“You’re going to have to come out and meet them.” You shrugged.

“Right now?”

“No tomorrow at four. Yes right now will! They’re literally sitting in my living room waiting.” You spoke.

“Okay.” He breathed.

“Okay?”

“Yeah, let’s do this” he nodded confidently.

“I love you and you know I wont let them kill your right?” You laughed as you took his cheeks into your hands.

“I know, I love you too.” He smiled and you placed a light kiss on his lips before turning around and leading him into your living room.

To say the sight In front of him wasn’t intimidating wouldn’t be a lie, despite being around the same height as all three men their broody stance snd interrogating stares had will feeling a bit nervous.

The three nhl stars were dressed in all black, hoodies, joggers, and beanies as they stood around the living room table looking Will up and down.

“Boys this is my boyfriend Will, Will these are my brothers, Jack, Quinn, and Lukey.” You smiled.

Despite the circumstances you were happy to have your brothers here and it felt good to be back in their presence.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Will smiled as he reached a hand out.

All three looked at his hand but Quinn was the first to move in and shake it, locking wills hand in a tight grip.

The other two followed after Quinn, their grips just as if not tighter around Wills hand. You could see the gears turning in Luke’s head and that soon questions would be flying out left and right, and before you started to answer them you needed food.

“Why don’t we talk over breakfast? There’s an amazing place down the street.” You suggested and thankfully everyone agreed to a nice meal.

-

Forty-five minutes later you were all gathered at a table at the small restaurant down the road, coffees in your brothers hands while you and Will both chose a nice glass of Oj.

“So” Quinn coughed, “how’d you two meet?”

“Izzy is dating his friend Ryan, they introduced us and we hit it off pretty well so we exchanged numbers and went on a few dates. The rest was history after that.” You smiled.

Izzy was your best friend from back home, the boys knew her so well she was practically another sister to them and she was a big contributor to your decision to come to Boston college instead of Umich.

“Hmm, where’d you take her for the first date?” Luke spoke up.

“Mini golf, got my ass kicked though. Didn’t realize someone could be so good at it.” Will laughed at the memory.

“Y/n is an amazing golfer, she does it quite a bit over the summers.” Jack nodded.

“Best in the family i’d say.” You smirked.

“Okay don’t get ahead of yourself now.” Luke scoffed.

“So you’re a sharks prospect right?” Jack asked.

“Uh yeah, they drafted me this past spring.” Will smiled.

The questions kept up until the food came, but they began to get more relaxed and generic after a while. The boys began to asked will more about school and how it was a world juniors and soon they were all sharing laughs.

“You know, that wasn’t really the way I wanted to find out my baby sister had a boyfriend but you’re a cool kid Will.” Quinn smiled.

“Thank you, she’s amazing. Out my league really.” Will blushed as you elbowed him in his side.

“That’s true, but as long as you treat her right and make her happy then we like you.” Jack spoke softly.

“But don’t think we won’t flatten your ass out on the ice if you ever hurt her.” Luke smirked.

Will nodded with a winded expression and and awkward silence crowded the table before the ringing of Quinn’s phone broke through.

“Oh, it’s mom.” He smirked right at Will and it took everything in you to hold down your laugh.

“Hey mom!” He greeted her warmly.

“Hi sweetie, just checking if you got into your sisters.” She spoke.

“Oh yeah we got in, found quite the surprise to.” Jack laughed.

“Oh really? What happened.”

Quinn turned the screen around to show your mother Will and while they were all expecting her to freak out their expressions dropped the second they heard her voice.

“Will! How are you doing honey?” She asked excitedly.

“I’m good Mrs. Hughes, how about you.” Your boyfriend smiled.

“Oh I told you to knock that Mrs. Hughes off! I’m good though honey thank you for asking.” She smiled.

“Let me find Jim really fast, he’ll want to say hi.” Your mother spoke up.

You released a giggle at the shock and confusion that was written on your brother’s faces. Their eyebrows were all pulled together as they shared a look of confusion.

“Will! How are you buddy.” Your father greeted.

“I’m good Jim, how about you?”

“I’m good son, my boys haven’t given you and my girl any trouble have they?”Your father questioned.

“No, it’s been okay.” Will laughed.

The conversation kept up for a moment but your mother ultimately decided to hang up when Jack kept whining about her not telling them you had a boyfriend.

“I can’t believe they knew!” He groaned.

“I told them first, wanted to make sure they liked him.” You shrugged.

“This is unbelievable.” He pouted and that’s how the rest of your day continued until your mom apologized and offered to bake him his favorite homemade goods the next time she visited.

-



[wintfleur]

Hiii! Could you do 🪷 “placing kisses on your lovers shoulder and nape as they are bent down, trying to focus on their work though they're very hot and bothered” for will smith

౨ৎ irresistible

﹕─┈ pairings ( Will smith x female! reader )

°. — summary ( will’s supposed to be studying, but he can’t focus on anything but you . . . it’s not his fault his girl is so irresistible )

°. — details ( g; fluff, slightly suggestive. w; suggestive actions, but no smut, heated makeout. wc; 1.2k)

﹕─┈ prompt ~ placing kisses on your lovers shoulder and nape as they are bent down, trying to focus on their work though they're very hot and bothered

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( ahhh will !!! Tysm for sending in a request, so sorry it took so long for me to get out, I absolutely loved writing this !!! I hope you enjoy it, please let me know what you guys think )

+ could be read as a part 2 to this or just as a standalone.

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Saturday mornings were for cuddling, sweet nothings whispered into each other's ears, messy hair and slow kisses, and of course making pancakes that left your kitchen a mess in its wake. Well for will they were, and don't get me wrong you loved those types of Saturdays.

But for you as of late, your Saturdays were waking up early, kissing your still sleeping boyfriend's forehead, throwing on some sweats and a hoodie, strong coffee, and studying for hours in the quiet library knowing that you wouldn't be bothered. But this Saturday was different, instead of going to the library alone, your sweet boyfriend decided to join you. 

He swore that he would help you study since he felt bad for distracting you the other day during class, he knows how important your academics are to you. He promised to be on his best behavior . . . and he really really tried too. But he couldn't help but have his mind wander as he watched study. 

Between the cute pout on your lips as you focused, the way you absentmindedly bit on the top of your pen as you read the large textbook in front of you, and the way he got a perfect view of your cleavage as you leaned forward to write, made him impatient, restless. His mind clouded with thoughts he shouldn't be having in a library. But what can he say, you were just so irresistible. 

“Will” you whisper his name in a warning tone when you felt his hand slip under your shirt, your eyes not leaving your notebook that was filled with your notes, pastel highlighter covered words and little doodles on the sides of the pages. Will did not pause his wandering hand, softly caressing your lower back, his gaze on your side profile. 

“C’mon no one is around” he whispered as he moved closer to you, tilting his body to the side as he sat next to you, your knees brushing up against each other. The soft lingering touch making his want for you, stronger. Will's eyes quickly dart around the dimly lit corner of the library they sat at, no one in sight. They were in their own little world. 

You look up from your books and to will when you hear the desperateness in his tone, ever since you woke him up this morning, soft kisses on the side of his face as you gently ran your fingers through his messy hair, he's been clingy, only wanting your touch and attention. Two things he wasn't getting as you studied hard, his own books and homework long forgotten. 

You could see the desire in his eyes, a look you knew well. Will’s fingers dipped into the waistband of your panties, teasingly tracing the skin under it, sending goosebumps in its wake. 

You swallow hard and ignore the feeling of desire stirring in your stomach, you had to focus, you weren't going to let your needy boyfriend distract you again. You clear your throat and look away from a now smirking will (he could read you so well) And turn your focus back on your textbook “I only have a few chapters left.” 

Will pouts and stops his hand from going lower when you turn your attention back to your studies. He pulls his hand away from your lower back and rests his arm on the back of your chair as he watches you move your hair to your other shoulder, giving him a perfect view of your neck and nape. Your movement gives him a good whiff of your perfume he loved so much. 

Will quickly looks around and smiles triumphantly when he sees that they are still alone and out of sight. He leans forward in his seat and closer to you, his arm on the back of your chair dropping down to wrap around you as he leans down, his chest pressed against your side. 

You try to focus on the words in front of you, but you couldn't focus on anything but the way your boyfriend was pressed up against you, his body warmth spreading over you. Will's lips twitch up into a smirk when he sees you falter, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your shoulder, leaving a trail of wet kisses across your shoulder and up to your nape. Your eyes flutter close as the feeling of his soft lips on your warm skin, a small gasp leaving your parted lips. 

A sharp gasp escapes your lips and your eyes quickly open when you feel his hot mouth part, his tongue teasingly swiping against your burning skin. Will leans back in his chair, a chuckle leaving his lips as you quickly stand up and move away his touch, a familiar warmth and desire spreading across your body. Wills eyes darken as he watches your eyes drop to his legs where he was manspreading, softly biting your lip at the sight before quickly looking up to his eyes, stuttering out “I’m going to go get another book.” 

You didn't wait for a response before you were turning on your heels and making your way towards the history section of the library, thankfully it was close to where the two of you were sitting. You let out a heavy breath and bring your hand to your nape, softly rubbing the hot skin as your eyes dart over the books on the long shelfs. 

You knew what he was doing, and he was doing it well, so you had to get out of there before it was too late and you fell to his charms and touch . . . you were so close to just letting him take you back to your dorm. You stop at the right section and your eyes rake over the long shelf, looking for the right book that you need. 

You only notice your boyfriend who followed you when you felt his hands on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. You tilt your head to the side to give him more room, will hums in appreciation and places a kiss to your pulse point, your breath hitching at the bruising kiss.

 “Will,” you whispered breathlessly. 

A needy groan leaves his lips as he hears you say his name so prettily, and he doesn't wait another second before he is pulling back and quickly turning you around, softly pushing you back against the bookshelf, a gasp of surprise leaving your lips at the sudden change of position. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he looked down at you, the desire in your eyes matching his. 

He can't wait anymore, the way you looked up at him, the desire in your eyes, the way your chest raised in fall as you breathe heavy, your pretty lips parted, you looked irresistible. Will quickly surged forward, and your noses softly knocked against each other as he took your lips in a passionate kiss. 

You slid your hand up his side and up his back before tangling it into his hair at his nape, the kiss only heating up as he pressed his body flush against you, your touch sending chills down his spine. A whine leaves your lips as he moves his knee between your thighs, will eagerly slips his tongue into your mouth, his hands traveling your body as if he didn't have every inch of your body memorized. 

The kiss only gets hotter as gasps and moans leave both of your lips, you found yourself absentmindedly bucking against his knee. You reluctantly pulled away from the kiss, needing air and not wanting to be caught in a heated makeout with your boyfriend. Pants leaving your lips as you whispered needily. 

“My dorm or yours?” 

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Could you do 🌱 “cuddling in bed” for will smith??

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♡ ─ word count | 537

♡ ─ warnings | absolutely nothing, just affirming words and will being a sweetheart

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Will wrapped his arm around you, drawing you closer as you snuggled into his neck. The bed was warm, enveloping you into another universe as you laid on Will, all the stress from the week melting off. The rhythmic sound of your breathing intertwined with Will's, causing you to relax into his arms. Outside, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the cocoon of comfort the two of you had created.

As you snuggled into Will's neck, you could feel the steady beat of his heart, a comforting rhythm that anchored you in the present and away from all your anxious thoughts and worries. His arm provided a sense of security, a protective embrace that shielded you from the outside uncertainties. The subtle scent of his fresh and sweet cologne lingered in the air, you couldn't help but breathe it in.

"Baby?" You heard his voice mutter. You hummed back in response, too sleepy to respond. "You know, sometimes all we need is a little escape," he whispered, his warm breath tickling your ear. His words lingered in the air, carrying a gentle reminder of the simplicity that moments like these held.

"Promise me," he continued, his voice a gentle murmur, "that no matter how crazy life gets, we'll always find our way back to moments like these. Just you and me, escaping into our little world."

"I promise," you whispered back, your words carrying the weight of sincerity.

As you lay intertwined, the world outside seemed to pause, allowing the sanctuary you both created to expand. His fingers gently traced circles on your back, soothing and grounding; something he'd always do, and something that's grown to calm you even on the most stressful days.

The whisper of Will's voice returned, softer now, as he spoke. "I love you, you know that?" His declaration melted into the warmth of the room, making your heart beat faster. He'd said it a million times before but this time it held more meaning, if that was even possible.

"I do," you replied, your voice a soft echo in the intimate space between you. As your eyes met his blue ones, you saw the warmth in his heart. "I love you, too."

He smiled, a warm and genuine expression that spoke volumes. "I mean it, though," he said, his thumb tracing a delicate path along your cheek. "I'm so lucky. I feel like everytime I look at you, I fall more in love."

You let a warm laugh at his cheesy statement but you heart fluttered instead as you saw the sincerity in his eyes. Will's sincere gaze held yours, and in that moment, you felt the authenticity of his feelings.

"You're stuck with me, you know?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with a playful glint. "I can't help it. Every little thing about you just makes me fall a little bit more."

With a tender smile, you whispered, "I wouldn't have it any other way." The sincerity in your voice mirrored his, creating an exchange of vows unspoken but truly felt. It was a silent promise to cherish each day with each other, to find beauty in the mundane, and to never let anything get in between you two.

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“mmph…please mama” matt was currently rutting his hips against you, sweats hung low as he whined and begged in your ear for you to do something. he didn’t care what it was he just wanted you to touch him. but he didn't deserve it, all he did today was brag and lie to his friends about your guys’s sex life, acting like he was the one that had you begging, mocking you like you weren’t right there. yet here he was pathetically rocking his hips into your side a whining mess. "what happend to what you were saying earlier baby hm? where did all that confidence go?" matt let out a moan as precum stained the front of his sweats, his thrusts speeding up into your side as he mumbled apologies into your chest. "mm sorry…….so sorry please" his voice was strained as his eyes filled with frustrated tears "mm just...need you to touch me ma" he choked out, moans getting caught in his throat as he grew more sensitive "I think you should appreciate what your getting already yeah?be a good boy f'me and stop being so ungreatful" you tease smiling at how pathetic he looked right now, trembling as he rubbed himself against you. the spot on his pants growing wetter and wetter by the second. he wanted to tell you how mean you were being, how he would do anything for you to touch him, but nothing could come out. his mouth hung open and his thrusts grew sloppy as his orgasm crashed through him. choked sobs leaving his mouth as he panted and grinded against you through his high, 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵. matt looks up at the noise, seeing you holding your phone in your hand smiling at the pathetic boy, you rub your thumb over his bottom lip showing him the picture "look at how pretty you look baby" you coo "wonder what your friends would think about this"

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Comforts and Kisses | Will Smith & Macklin Celebrini

summary: when the sharks lose another game there is only one person Macklin and Will want to see, you.

request: yes/no

warnings: throuple, minor to minimal swearing

word count: 1.09k

authors note: hello loves! this is our first attempt at a throuple that had nothing to do with a threesome and I have to say that I actually really enjoyed this little piece, so if you saw my post I am tempted to turn this into a drabble series so let me know if it is something you guys want because it would be driven by what you guys want to see. this is apart of the one shot wonder event which still has space for requests if you are interested!

The boys were feeling rough after the loss. 

You already knew they were coming straight to yours after the game after you couldn’t make it, needing to get course work done. They always felt like they didn’t do as well when you weren’t in the crowd. Nevertheless, they understood that your studies took priority “baby?” Macklin called out as he opened the door to your apartment “living room!” You got up, not entirely sure where your boys wanted to go. Sometimes they’d arrive, desperate for a shower, sometimes it was dinner, and other times it was just wanting to hold you. 

Their footsteps were heavy against your floorboards “shouldn’t have left your door unlocked.” Will clicked his tongue, seeing you in one of his hoodies “didn’t know if you guys had your keys.” You explained that Macklin was notorious for forgetting his key at yours. 

But whatever potential argument was about to start, was cut off when you saw how the younger boy’s cheeks were tear-stained “sweet boy.” You sighed, opening your arms for Macklin to walk straight into them. 

He instantly melted into your touch “we played like shit today.” His words made you frown when your fingers ran through his hair “you tried.” You shook your head “you both did.” Will didn’t often need to be comforted by you but that didn’t mean that he didn’t like to be acknowledged. 

Your way with words often made Macklin feel better “yeah maybe you should tell your dad about that.” Your dad was the coach of the team so Will sometimes took his anger out on you “yeah I’ll make sure to bring it up during family dinner and I’ll even tell him that I’m fucking two of his players.” You scoffed, hating how the blonde would let his feelings about your dad choose how he reacted to you sometimes. 

Will felt his lips push into a thin line “please don’t fight.” Macklin pleaded, running his fingers along you the waistband of your shoulders “not tonight.” His words were soft while he kissed your collarbone. 

You both felt bad looking at the younger boy “you’re right.” You ran your fingers along his cheek before pulled him into a kiss. Macklin felt your tongue run along his lower lip before you pulled away. 

His cheeks were red, making you smile “I am sorry.” You apologised to Will, watching him rake his fingers through his hair “me too.” He motioned to you to come closer to him. 

Will couldn’t help but sigh “it has been a rough week.” The boys had lost three games on the bounce so they were looking forward to a few days off “how can I help you?” Will loved how caring you always were and he made that known as he kissed your forehead. 

A smile formed in Macklin’s face seeing you two okay again “I honestly just want to forget about the last few days.” Will’s confession came as you pressed a peck against his lips, assuming that he meant sex “you wanna pick a movie for us Mack?” The offer made his teammate’s eyes light up. 

Will squeezed your hand “maybe later for that, Mack has been talking about a cuddle all day.” Your cheeks turned red feeling the older boy kiss your earlobe as he whispered his words to you. 

Macklin sat on the couch with the remote in his hand as he stared at the screen “don’t go sitting anywhere that isn’t right here baby.” He patted the side of the couch next to him as it was your usual spot “you coming with us?” It was a two-seater couch but they often found themselves sat resting against you as you’d play with their hair. 

Will nodded, sending you a smile when he sat down before he pulled you into his lap “fast and furious baby?” You asked watching Macklin press play “you okay with that?” He never wanted to disappoint you so he was constantly double-checking. 

You softly smiled tapping your chest “c’mere.” Macklin didn’t need to be told twice as he rested his head on your shoulder “thank you.” He kissed your neck, not entirely sure how else to please you in that moment. 

Will mimicked his teammates actions as he too begun to nip at your neck “fuck.” You caught your lower lip between your teeth as you arched your back against the couch “you good?” Will reached, watching Macklin lean up to your lips. 

The younger boy teased you, letting his lips dance over yours “thought I was meant to be making you both feel better?” You breathed wanting to pull Macklin closer to you. 

And the younger boy wasn’t going to stop you from that as his lips grazed yours “you being here makes us feel better sweet girl.” Will cooed seeing how his words made you smile “shush it’s getting to a good part!” Macklin grumbled, shooting the both of you a glare before he rested his head back on your shoulder. 

The boy brought your hand into his hair, emphasising what he wanted from you “bossy.” Will mouthed making you smile as you kissed the younger boys head. The blonde ran his fingers over your thigh, he knew he should have been watching the movie but still feeling a little irritated, he loved how you looked in his hoodie. 

His eyes staring at you made your thighs press together “such a pretty girl.” The blonde boy mumbled resting his head on your other shoulder, opting to behave for the night as his hand sat on your stomach. Softly, he pushed your hoodie up to reveal your skin. He knew your stomach was sensitive and he played into that when he looked up at you. 

Macklin was just watching the movie, occasionally turning his head to kiss you “stop it.” You warned Will after he had been the one to turn you down earlier “I just wanna feel what my hoodie has got to feel all day.” Will whispered into your ear with a smirk. 

His calloused fingers were rough against your soft skin “don’t remember telling you to take it.” It had been in his own closet, so you took it when you were over having out with them “looks so much better on me, though, don’t it?” You winked blowing him a kiss before Macklin sucked at his teeth. 

The brunette reached up to grab your jaw with two of his fingers “watch it doll.” He ordered wanting you both to shut up because at least then you focus on playing with his hair. 

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plz write a cute celebrini x fem reader 🙏🙏 ur writing is beyond amazing

oooh i've never written specifically for mack before so hopefully this isn't bad 😅

after mack’s face injury, his gf is quick to look after him once the game is done

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she waited impatiently near the doors of the locker room awaiting her boyfriend's arrival. y/n's mind couldn't stop replaying the horror on her features and everyone else's when they saw the blood trickle down macklin's face after a nasty high stick hit. she knew he was okay because he was right back on the ice once the bleeding stopped, but the image wouldn't shake the girl's brain.

lingering after the game felt so long this time around and y/n wondered if it was just because she was anxious about seeing her boyfriend and properly checking up on him. she swiped through twitter and instagram continuously while video replays of the rookie's hit filled her feeds. she just shut her phone off all together for now, not being able to watch the play anymore.

finally, the players began trickling out. y/n's head popped up, searching for the eyes of macklin in the crowd. she spotted him with will near the middle of the pack and he immediately found her gaze. will sensed that they probably wanted to talk, so he split off from the boy once they got closer, giving a small nod to y/n as he passed.

"hey," macklin began, but was caught off guard when y/n jumped into his arms.

"let me see it," she grabbed ahold of his chin, turning his face to the side to examine the new scar.

"it's really not that bad now. they cleared it up really good," the brunette tried reassuring his girlfriend knowing she probably had a hundred thoughts running through her.

"you scared the shit out of me when i saw all that blood. it looked a lot worse," y/n stepped back, arms crossing over her chest.

macklin frowned at the sudden distance between them, "i'm sorry, baby. i promise i'm fine. see?" he gave his best grin hoping to further prove how he was doing.

"well, if i see wilson, i'm gonna punch him myself," y/n huffed, looking around like she would catch the older player lingering somewhere.

macklin laughed, tugging y/n into his side and kissing the side of her head, "you're so cute when you're upset. i promise i'm fine though. i mean you saw me play afterwards."

"yeah you fucking power played. i guess that was your redemption," the two exchanged a laugh and macklin enjoyed finally pulling a smile from her.

"can i come back to your place tonight?" the boy wondered as they moved themselves closer to the exit.

"i thought that was a given already," y/n chuckled.

macklin went to tell will they were leaving before rushing out of the SAP center so he wouldn't have to do any press. most days he didn't mind, but tonight the boy was itching to get out of there and spend some much needed time with his girl. they hadn't seen each other since last weekend—school and hockey keeping them way too busy.

"just so you know, i am gonna baby you the whole night," y/n informed once they were securely in her car.

"mm, i can't wait. a face mask is just calling my name," the hockey player leaned back in the passenger seat, hand falling to the girl's lap as she pulled out of the parking lot.

luckily, there was no early morning practice tomorrow, so macklin was gonna use that to his full advantage and spend the night in y/n's dorm. the couple rode in comfortable silence into santa clara university, a convenient 7 minutes away from the arena so y/n never missed a home game.

she parked her car again and the couple hurried into her building. the few students wandering around the lobby caught sight of macklin's suit he put back on, a few of them recognizing him from as a sharks player and as y/n's boyfriend because he was over so much.

they lucked out with y/n's roommate hanging out with her own boyfriend tonight, so they had the whole dorm to themselves. macklin immediately thew his backpack onto the ground and shoved his suit jacket from his shoulders.

"gonna shower. i didn't really before we left. you're welcome to join me if you want," the brunette winked at the girl who flushed.

"wow, so classy of you. i did already shower this morning, so i'll have to pass this time," y/n laughed.

"damn, i thought you'd say yes. you sure you don't wanna shower again?" he winked again. y/n groaned, pushing her boyfriend to the bathroom.

"i'll be out here with your face mask."

the rookie accepted his lonely shower fate and disappeared into the bathroom. y/n took the opportunity to tidy up the room and get all the things she needed for their face masks.

20 minutes later, macklin came back out of the bathroom freshly showered and in more comfortable clothes. y/n hung up his suit jacket on the door of her closet, instructing him to do the same with the rest of the outfit so it wouldn't wrinkle.

the boy climbed into her bed a second later, positioning himself against her pillows, "i'm readyy," he sang.

"i've never known you to be so excited for a face mask," y/n grinned.

"it really makes my skin smooth, so i like it," the boy explained.

y/n handed mack her headband so his hair wouldn't be in his face or in the mask. he didn't hesitate to slip it over his head and expose his forehead. the girl giggled at the sight.

"are you laughing at my big forehead?" the boy raised his eyebrow, hands finding places on y/n's hips as she straddled his waist.

"maybe," she hummed, leaning forward to begin rubbing the cream on his skin.

mack admired her focused expression while just really taking the time to take in every part of her as she applied the mask. this was his favorite part of face masks because he could stare at her without shame and she hardly noticed because she was too focused on the mask.

"have i told you how beautiful you are?" the brunette wondered softly. he watched the way y/n's cheeks heated up into a deep blush.

"you have," she muttered.

"well, i'm gonna say it again. you're really beautiful," mack grinned.

"you're sappy tonight," y/n flushed.

"what? can i not say how beautiful my girlfriend is?"

"no, you can. thank you," she finished spreading the mask, leaning back to admire her work.

"how's it look?"

"great. i'lll let you know when five minutes are up," the girl set a timer on her phone and then mack grabbed the mask cream from her hands before she could set it back on the dresser.

she looked at her boyfriend quizzically.

"can i do yours?" he wondered with a soft expression.

y/n blushed again, "just don't get it in my hair."

"promise, i won't," macklin agreed and y/n let him have at it.

his touch was gentle as his fingers began rubbing around her skin. his lip poked out from his lips as he focused on doing it right. y/n loved how much he wanted to do it correctly for her sake and his expression really was just to die for.

"okay, did it," macklin leaned back to admire his work the same way y/n did. she loved the proud little smile on his lips, pulling her camera up to examine how well he did.

"wow, looks great, mack. your best one yet," y/n agreed.

"what can i say? practice makes perfect," the boy hummed, placing everything back onto her dresser.

"so how's your lip doing now?" y/n wondered as mack's hands wandered across the expanse of her hips and waist.

"i can't even feel it anymore, so good. i told you i'm fine," he eyed her.

"i know, just let me be a worry wart."

the sharks player smiled at her words knowing how much she liked to worry about things, especially the things that didn't need to be worried about. he reached up to quickly peck her lips, tryng to avoid getting face mask on one another.

"i love you," the brunette said.

y/n's smile grew, the whole i love you still new to them but heartwarming to hear, "i love you, too," she kissed him again and now they didn't care about getting face mask on one another.

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boyfriend? (part 2) – ws2

will doesn't only dislike other guys flirting with you – he gets jealous when they as much as ask about you, aswell.

pairing: will smith x friend!reader

genre: fluff, college!au

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none

requested: yes!! requests are always open <3

author's note: had so much fun writing this aaaa hope you enjoy reading it!! can be read as a stand-alone fic but it's better if you read part one first. have a lovely day 💗

read part one here!

will is going through a very uncanny type of déjà vu.

it wasn't more than two weeks ago that he was in this exact position; standing in the corner of someone's living room, a red solo cup in his hands, eyes stuck on you as you wander around, making friends with pretty much everyone. to be fair, your open nature and friendly soul are some of the things he likes the most about you – along with the fact that you make whoever you're talking to feel like they're the funniest and smartest and sweetest person you've ever met – but it's far better when he's the one you give all your attention to.

will doesn't mind not being the busiest bee at the party. he's okay with just staring at you from afar, occasionally indulging in a drinking challenge or a video game. but he can sense that something is about to shift even before it does – and suddenly, he realizes why. the guy you'd been chatting to up until now has just been replaced, and not just by anyone.

charlie is one of the defensemen on the eagles, a year ahead of will, a few inches taller and a few pounds stronger. they're not the closest of friends, but being teammates assures a certain type of bond, which might be why charlie came to will that time after practice last week.

"smitty, you know that friend of yours?" charlie had asked after arriving in the locker room. "the flirty, chatty one with the cute smile?"

will had known that he meant you instantly. he nodded, continuing to unlace his skates without even throwing his friend a glance.

"she's really hot. is she taken or can i...?" charlie asked, playfully bumping his shoulder with the younger's.

will took a deep breath, pulling his skates off his feet and placing them in his stall. "nah, she's interested in some dude in one of her classes." it wasn't true, so he didn't even know why he said it. but one little white lie couldn't hurt, right?

"really?" charlie frowned.

"yeah, sorry dude." will finally turned to the teammate. "she won't stop talking about him, they're pretty much a couple by now." and with that, the older just shook his head, stomping off with a mumble about how this was just his luck.

so now, seeing charlie next to you, will's eyes following the way he rests his hand on the small of your back as you lean in to talk to him... it definitely makes will feel a little nauseous. the one thing he hates more than seeing you get hit on is seeing you get hit on by someone who shouldn't be hitting on you.

an image flashes through his mind; you, sitting in the crowded grandstands as he's skating around on the ice, with an eagles jersey thrown over your body – but with charlie's surname on your back. and then, when the team goes out to celebrate after the big win, he's got you on his arm, leaning in to whisper in your ear and-

the idea is so oddly repulsing that will finds himself moving along to the kitchen to grab himself a new drink.

even when occupying himself with talking to gabe and ryan, he isn't able to completely shut you out of his mind. the friends, knowing will far too well after many years together, can easily tell that something is bothering him – assuming that it's girl problems, and assuming that girl is you – and feel a need to do something about it. they're just about to pull him out to the backyard when suddenly, a hand lands on his arm.

"can i steal him away for a second, boys?" you ask ryan and gabe with a smile before tilting your head up to will.

"he's all yours," ryan answers, chuckling as you drag will away.

he has no idea what your plan is, but he happily obliges – he will always follow along if you're the one leading him. once you reach the empty hallway leading toward the bathroom, you stop and release the grip you have on his arm. "so..." you slant your head, blinking up at him. "why did you tell charlie that i have a boyfriend?"

will's breath hitches in his throat. "i didn't. did he say i did?"

"maybe not in exactly those words," you counter, crossing your arms over your chest. "but something along the lines. did he lie?"

will doesn't answer. he doesn't know how to get out of this scot-free. he hates lying to you – not that he's sure if he's ever even been able to – so instead, he settles for remaining quiet.

"is it because you like me, smitty?"

he has to actively stop his jaw from dropping. the way the words just dropped from your mouth so casually, like they weren't flipping his world upside down, makes him speechless.

with him just staring at you, you place a hand on his shoulder, stepping the slightest bit closer. "if you do, then you should tell me," you hum, the alcohol in your system giving you that last bit of confidence you need. "and if you don't, then i'll just go away and we can pretend-"

but will doesn't want you to walk away. he doesn't want to keep pretending like he isn't in love with you, like he doesn't want you in his arms and in his room and your hands in his. he's got tunnel vision by now, and the only option he sees is grabbing your waist and pulling you flush against him. so that's exactly what he does.

you don't know who leans in first – it's probably the same gravitational pull affecting both of you – but it feels like this moment is exactly what you were made for. when your lips meet, will suddenly feels a ton lighter, all and any previous doubts and insecurities gone in a flash. your hand finds his chest, feeling his fluttering heartbeat beneath his shirt, and you can't help but smile against him.

"finally," you whisper once you part, but a confused frown stretches across will's features. you shake your head. "two weeks ago, you didn't want to kiss me."

"that's not true," he replied, watching you cock an eyebrow at him. "of course i wanted to. but i wasn't actually your boyfriend, but…"

"but now?"

will snickers, hands giving your sides a gentle squeeze. "now, i'd like to think that things have changed."

[uluvjay]

Valentine’s post- W. Smith

Valentine’s Day instagram edit

Will smith x Hughes sister

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Part two of this au!

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Will Smith Wishing my favorite girl the happiest of Valentines days, you’re my best friend and I’m so grateful for meeting you, your smile never fails to brighten up my day, you’re always by my side and there for me whenever I need you. I love you pretty girl🩷

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Y/nHughes I’m sobbing, I love you so much🥹🩷

-> will smith I love you more

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Y/nHughes Screaming happy Valentine’s Day to my boy!!! Will you’ve made me feel like the most special girl in the entire world and I couldn’t be grateful to have you in my life and get to experience a love like yours everyday. You’re loving nature an unconditional support is something I cherish and hold close, I love you Willy💌

User I AM SOBBING

User they’re the cutest ever

User 🥹🥹

WillSmith I love you the most🤍

-> Y/nHughes I think I love you more but whatever floats your boat big guy🥰

User HEY PRETTY GIRL? LOVE OF MY LIFE??? WHEN IS IT MY TURN?!!?!??

QuinnHughes now this is what we wanted to see

-> Y/nHughes Go away😀

-> LukeHughes No, i don’t think we will❤️

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going under the sheets to lie on top of them as they giggle and pull you up and close 🌱 with will smith!!!!

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﹕─┈ pairings ( Will Smith x female! reader )

°. — summary ( a giggly couple in there shared tent ! )

°. — details ( g; fluff. w; none that I know of. wc; 1.2k )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ going under the sheets to lie on top of them as they giggle and pull you up and close

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“Fucking zippers” will groaned quietly in annoyance as he finally stepped into the tent, after struggling to open it the first few tries. The Flashlight shining from his phone and through his front hoodie pocket, lit up the dark blue tent, giving him a perfect view of you laying down in your green sleeping bag. His matching sleeping bag laid out right next to you.

Will’s eyes widened and he quickly pulled out his phone to turn off the flashlight, not wanting to wake you up. But by the tired groan leaving your lips, accompanied by the rustling of your sleeping bag, he knew he was too late . . . you were already up. But nonetheless he turned off his flashlight and was welcomed by the darkness of the cold tent. 

“Be careful of the – “ your sleep filled voice broke the silence of the tent as you tried to warn him of the electric lantern that was at your feet, not wanting him to hurt himself. But you're cut off by the sound of him stubbing his toe against the said lantern, a wince leaving his lips quickly after. 

You giggle tiredly and quickly rub at your tired eyes before sitting up in the sleeping bag and leaning forward to turn on the lantern, searching blindly for the turn switch. A hum of success leaves your lips when you find it, and then the tent lights up with an orange hue. You look up at your boyfriend who was giving you a bashful smile and rubbing his shin, his cheeks flushed from the bonfire the friends spent there night at. 

“Hurry and close the tent before more cold air gets in '' you shivered as you rubbed your hoodie covered arms, your sleeping bag and wills hoodie not doing much to protect you from the cold air of the campsite. Will quickly turns around and crouches to zip up the tent, looking back at you with a teasing smile “Aww doll, need me to warm you up?”

“Please” You smiled innocently as you doubled down, unzipping your sleeping bag and scooting a little so he could have some room to slip in with you. You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing as you watch him quickly lean down to take off his shoes, eager to cuddle with you. But you couldn't hold it in anymore and a giggle escaped your lips as Will quickly got on his knees and slipped into the sleeping bag with you. 

“Mmm hello” will whispered between his own laughter as he rolled on top of you, putting most of his body weight on one of his forearms while he used his free hand to reach behind him, pulling the sleeping bag up to his shoulders. You smiled and zipped up the sleeping bag as you spread your legs more, letting him comfortably lay between your legs. Will let out a small hum of appreciation and dropped his head to rest in the crook of your neck, the feeling of his lips brushing against your neck gave you goosebumps. You whispered sweetly “hi”

You smiled and you felt his long eyelashes flutter against your neck, letting you know he closed his eyes. You slipped your hand down his back and under his hoodie, your warm hand soothing his cold skin. You brought your other hand up and started running your fingers through his blonde curls, a pleased sigh leaving his lips at your touch. 

After a few minutes of silence and just enjoying the warmth coming from each other's bodies, Will started to get restless, being so close to you was too much for him. He tilted his head to the side and brushed his lips against the soft skin of your pulse point before placing a soft kiss. A pleased sight left your lips at the feeling and Will took that as an okay to keep going. 

Will continued to kiss up your neck and jaw, small sighs and heavy breaths leaving your lips at the feeling of his soft lips kissing and sucking against your skin. You tilted your head to face him, and God did he look so pretty, flushed cheeks, his blonde curls a mess from you playing with it, his pretty blue eyes already looking down at you . . . a look in his eyes you knew all too well. 

You nodded softly and Will was quick to lean down for a kiss, your noses bumping against each other before you felt his lips on yours. God, you loved how he kissed you, he never was in a rush, even in situations where he had to rush . . . no he wanted to savor the feeling and taste of your lips on his. Will moved his free hand up your side and cupped your jaw softly as your lips moved slowly in tandem. 

Will gently bit on your bottom lip, and you were quick to accept his request, parting your lips for him to slip his tongue into your mouth. It was one of those kisses that you never wanted to end, his lips were so soft, so addicting, and God did he know how to use his tongue.

You were starting to lose your breath in the passionate kiss, the air in the tent getting hotter from the shared body heat. You broke the kiss and whispered breathlessly against his lips “You taste like chocolate . . . ‘n beer” 

You tasted the smores the two of you made with your best friends Ryan and Gabe as you sat around the bonfire, and the beer the four of you sipped on as you laughed and talked about memories the four of you shared. 

An infectious giggle leaves Will's swollen lips from the kiss the two of you shared and he softly dropped his forehead on your chest as his shoulders shook with laughter. The vibration of him laughing against you gave you butterflies, and you couldn't help but join him in laughter. Will rested his chin on your chest and looked up at you as you brought your hand up to brush his curls out of his face as he smiled teasingly “Oh so I taste delicious?’

“Mhm so delicious” you teased back as you brought your hand up to boop his nose softly with your finger, smiling at the cute nose scrunch he does at the soft feeling. His heart filled with warmth at the sound of your laughter, God you're so endearing he thought to himself as he looked up at you with love in his eyes. Taking in every detail of your beautiful face, that looked so heavenly under the orange hue. 

He was so thankful that you agreed to go on the camp trip with them, he honestly wouldn't know what to do with himself if you didn't come along. Who was he going to laugh with as he teases a scaredy cat Gabe who freaks out over all the insects, or who was going to help scare Ryan with fake bear noises. Who was going to help keep him warm in the night. The answer was you . . . it was always you. 

The sweet moment filled with love and giggles was interrupted by the sound of Ryan shouting from his and Gabe’s shared tent, tiredness in his tone as he complained. “Hey lovebirds, some of us want to sleep here!” 

Will quickly brought his free hand to muffle your giggles, he himself biting his lip to stop himself from laughing. After a few moments the two of you calmed down from being called out, and Will places a long soft kiss on your forehead before whispering against your forehead . . . 

“Let's get to bed doll, before we have to deal with a grumpy Gabe too” 

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( this is genuinely one of my favorite things I’ve written 🤭 )

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[goldfades]

will smith 🌱 37. "what are you listening to?" / "here, take an earbud." ?? 🫶

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 | wm⁶

♡ ─ word count | 854 words

♡ ─ warnings | mention of stress, but other than that, sweet sweet fluff!!!!!

♡ ─ ev's notes | i love this song so much, i just had to mention it lol. i hope you enjoyed!!

You sat in the library, quietly working on your assignment with your headphones in. Today was stressful, more than usual. It was the second semester and the workload was way more than you could handle, but you pushed through - you couldn't quit now. As you sat in the library, the soft hum of whispered conversations and the turning of pages enveloped you like a comforting blanket. Despite the stress, there was something soothing about being surrounded by books and the focused energy of other students.

The stress weighed heavily on your shoulders, but the determination to persevere fueled your focus. Occasionally, you glanced up from your work, observing the other students absorbed in their own work. Everyone seemed engrossed, each one battling their own challenges. You were glad you weren't alone in the struggle, it was comforting knowing others were suffering as much as you were.

You were listening to your study playlist but it was mostly Taylor Swift, to no one surprise. You loved Folklore and Evermore, they were so calming and you loved listening to them whilst studying.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked up to see your boyfriend, Will. He had two coffees in his hand and a bag, seemingly filled with some food. You smiled up at him.

"Can I join you?" Will's quiet voice filled the silence. You nodded and he pulled a chair next to you. "You've been studying for almost 4 hours, you know that right?"

"4 hours?" You repeated, it truly only felt like an hour - you were really engrossed in your work. Will's expression was one of concern as he observed your tired face.

"I got you some coffee and some food, I know you probably haven't had a snack in a while." Will smiled gently as he placed the coffee and the bag of snacks on the table in front of you. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the scent of pastries, instantly rejuvenating your senses. He was right, you had only had breakfast and it was 4 pm right now, you were starving.

"Thanks, Will," you said, offering him a genuine smile as you took a sip of the coffee. The warmth spread through you, both from the beverage and the genuine care he had shown. You noticed a small note attached to one of the coffee cups, and as you unfolded it, you found a handwritten message: You're doing amazing.

Your heart swelled. He was always so thoughtful and he made sure you were alright, he was someone you needed. His presence reminded you that amidst the chaos of deadlines and exams, there were moments of quiet joy and companionship to be cherished.

"Thank you, Will," you murmured, your voice soft with appreciation with a smile on your lips.

He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners in response to your gratitude. "Anything for you," he replied, his tone gentle. "I know how hard you've been working, and I just want to make sure you're taking care of yourself. I'm proud of you, okay?"

You tried not to tear up, it had been awhile since someone had recognized your efforts. Will's words were like a balm to your weary heart, soothing the doubts and insecurities that often plagued your mind. His unwavering support was a beacon of light in the darkest of times, a constant reminder that you were not alone in your struggles.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice trembling slightly with emotion. "I couldn't do this without you."

His hand found yours, his touch warm and reassuring. "You're stronger than you think," he said softly, his gaze unwavering. "And I'll always be here to remind you of that. Now, go ahead and finish up so we can go eat."

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you wiped away the tears threatening to spill over. With a renewed sense of purpose, you turned back to your laptop, the weight of the assignments feeling just a bit lighter with his words echoing in your mind.

"What are you listening to?" Will spoke up again as you turned to him with a soft smile.

"Here, take an earbud."

"Ah, Taylor Swift. Not surprised." Will grinned as he took the headphone, putting it in his ear. "What song is this? Seven, right?"

"You studied your Taylor Swift well, Will." You smiled back.

He shrugged, "Yup, I did my homework. I like this song, by the way."

"Yeah, me too." You said, feeling a sense of warmth spreading through you at the shared moment of connection over music. It was moments like these, simple and unassuming, that made the challenges of school feel a little less daunting.

Sweet tea in the summer Cross your heart, won't tell no other And though I can't recall your face I still got love for you Your braids like a pattern Love you to the moon and to Saturn Passed down like folk songs The love lasts so long

"I love you." You spoke up again.

"To the moon and Saturn?"

You laughed and nodded. "To the moon and Saturn."

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[cobrakaisb]

I love all of your celly fics, I was wondering if you could do 🃏 for will smith, something like best friends to lovers??

live laugh love best friends to lovers trope

"okay explain it again," aram begs, standing around the blonde boy with some of their other teammates. "jeez aram, you're brutal," ryan chimes in, eliciting a few laughs from the others. "i'm just trying to understand," aram shouts, throwing his arms up in frustration.

"me too," will mumbles, taking a sip of his beer. gabe raises his eyebrows at will's words. "what is there to understand? you have feelings and refuse to make a move," he says, looking around at the others for reassurance. drew nods in agreement, and jacob mumbles out a 'true'. "but it's complicated," will groans.

"how? all you have to do is say, i've liked you since forever," ryan starts, and gabe interjects with an "emphasis on the forever." the guys all hum in agreement before ryan continues, "and i'd love to take you out on a date." "take who out on a date?" you ask, appearing out of nowhere. will's cheeks flush, and he's praying that you didn't hear a majority of this conversation. all of them stand there wide eyed, looking at you, but you just raise a confused eyebrow at them. "we'll let smitty take this one," gabe answers, patting will shoulder as all of the hockey boys disperse.

"um okay? are you asking a girl out, will?" you ask, looking at him over the rim of your cup. "i um...maybe," he mumbles, and he feels so stupid for saying that because what the hell? the person he wants to ask out is standing right in front of him. you smile, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes, and is that, jealousy? "she's very lucky," you say, but then you whisper something that will almost doesn't catch. emphasis on the almost, "unlike me."

and maybe this was the sign he needed to confess his feelings to you. "well you know the person, really well actually," he explains, and your face falls even more. "is it my roommate? because i think she's seeing a guy from her econ class," you respond, and he can tell you're deflecting. he shakes his head no, opening his mouth to say something, but you push back. "oh! is it that girl from the hockey game a couple weeks ago? the blonde?" you ramble, and maybe you're just trying to spare yourself because how could you think he'd like you, his best friend.

he laughs when you say that, shaking his head no. "it's not her. they're actually standing right in front of me," he says shyly. instead of understanding, she turns around, searching for someone. "will, there's nobody here but us," she says softly. he smiles at you, "exactly." your eyebrows furrow but then your face relaxes, a small blush coating your cheeks. "oh." "yeah, oh," will mumbles. he leans forward, as if to kiss you, but you stop him with a hand on his chest. "i actually only kiss after the second date," you tease, smiling at him. "how about after our first?" he proposes. you pretend to think but ultimately nod in agreement, "done."

[toasttt11]

surprises

summary: expecting to be alone on valentines days not knowing there was a surprise or rather surprises for her

will smith x reader x macklin celebrini

She let out a long sigh rubbing her face as she unlocked her apartment door, she just spent her normally free Friday in the library all day on Valentine’s days because her boyfriends were out of town. She would love a hug from her boyfriends right now.

If you told her a few months ago she would meet two boys who play hockey for the sharks and are best friends and now they are her boyfriends, she would have thought you were crazy.

She ran into them for the first time at the golf course and she noticed immediately they both were flirting with her so she assumed they were competing with each other not realizing they were trying to get her together.

She jumped putting a hand to her heart catching her breath when Macklin just popped in front of her, “Mack!” She exclaimed just getting the life scared out of her.

“Oops.” Macklin sheepishly grinned and i’m stepped forward pulling her into a tight hug and happily nuzzling his face in her neck sighing happily.

“You’re both supposed to be in Arizona.” She looked confused seeing Macklin and knew Will is somewhere in her apartment but she wrapped her arms around Macklin.

“I missed you.” Macklin pouted hiding his face in her neck pressing soft kisses.

“Missed you too.” She softly mumbled back and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Will walked into the entrance way seeing them hugging and smiled fondly, “Happy Valentine’s Day sweet girl.” Will gently cooed as he pulled her into a hug just wrapping his arms around Macklin too and letting Macklin stay on her side and keep hugging her.

She hummed softly one arm around Macklin and one around Will and rested her head on Will’s chest.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” Macklin mumbled softly.

“We have surprises for you.” Will said as he let go of her but kept an arm around her waist as Macklin reluctantly let go of her but kept holding her hand as they walked into her apartment.

There were rose pedals scattered, multiple flower bouquets across the living and dining room and kitchen, balloons and candles.

“We may have been told to look at Pinterest.” Will sheepishly told his girlfriend, Macklin and Will got help from Will’s sister.

“It’s perfect.” She smiled pressing a kiss to both of theirs cheeks, she didn’t need or expect anything and they were more than enough for Valentine’s Day.

“I made dinner and made sure Mack was nowhere near the kitchen.” Will teased as he told their girlfriend. Macklin grumbled reaching over and smacking Will softly.

“Go get comfy and we can eat.” Will playfully shooed her off and grabbed the back of Macklin’s shirt knowing if he let Macklin follow when she got dressed they would not end up eating dinner while it was still hot.

Macklin and Will plates three plates and bright drinks to the couch and left a small space in between them on the couch for her.

She came out a few minutes later in Will’s Shark sweatpants and Macklin’s Shark t-shirt and padded over getting comfortable in between the two.

Will clicked on their favorite TV show they always watch all three of them together and she took her first bite of food and made a happy sound, “It’s amazing.” She pressed a kiss to Wills cheek in thanks and then Macklin too knowing Macklin would pout if he didn’t get a kiss.

They all ate their foods and left the empty pates on the coffee teacher and all three of them settled even more on the cochin getting more comfortable.

She know had her legs draped over Will’s lap and Macklin was fully laying on top of her getting his hair played with.

Will pressed a kiss to the top of her head and leaned over pressing a kiss to Macklin’s head making Macklin smile happily.

It was the perfect Valentine’s Day for the three of them.

[beamahhh]

dealer chris fuckin you with his gun

ⁱⁿ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ staring at chris’s gun tucked in the waistband of his pants had your thoughts running 100 mph.

“damn kid what you doin be careful” chris said as you sat on his lap directly on the gun resting in his waistband, his words went in one ear and out the other as you place soft kisses on his neck slowly grinding down onto the gun. moving his arm to remove the gun from his pants you halt your movements gripping his arm "keep it there" Chris lets out a breathy scoff looking at you "keep it there?" "please Chris" you whine grinding down harder letting your head fall onto his shoulder. Chris was in awe at the sight, never seeing this side of you before, looking so fucking pathetic."fuck baby look at you" he breathes out digging his fingers in your thighs helping your sloppy movements. it felt so good. your head going fuzzy as soft moans left your lips "please" you whine not even 100% sure what you were begging for. you just needed more. "please what hm? im gonna need more than that baby" "need you to touch me so bad please" you breath out a whiny moan the hard gun resting in his pants rubbing against you perfectly. chris lets out a hum and lays you on your back on couch, placing soft kisses on your inner thighs teasingly "chris stop teasing..want you to touch me with your gun" you mumbled the last part quietly, not sure how chris would take it. but he heard you. and he was more then happy to agree to the idea "you sure mama?" you nod quickly letting out a string of quiet begs. Chris smirks pulling the gun from his waistband and unloading it, throwing the clip to the side. slowly tracing the gun up your thighs and brushing it over your thin silky shorts that Chris loves so much. you whine bucking your hips making chris's smirk grow "aw look at you baby,can see how wet you are through your shorts." Chris pulls your shorts down mouth watering at the sight of your glistening cunt before gently placing the cold tip of the gun flat against your clit causing you to let out a gasp 'o-oh" Chris is enjoying every second of this. the way your mouth is hung open, the way your hips bucked into the gun. it was enough to make him cum in his pants right there. choked moans left your lips as he circled the cold tip around your clit slowly. he couldn't help but grind his hips into the couch at the sight. you looked to pretty. "m..more please" Chris could barely understand you, taking a min for it to really process before he's back to smirking like an idiot rubbing the tip of the gun teasingly over your entrance "such a pathetic slut" he breathed out before slowly sliding the tip of the gun into you looking up at your face to make sure he wasn't hurting you. once he seen nothing but pure pleasure on your face he looked back down at your dripping cunt before moving the gun in and out of you causing your back to arch and choked sobs to leave your lips. chris continued to grind into the couch as he watched the tip of 𝒉𝒊𝒔 gun sliding in and out of 𝒉𝒊𝒔 girl. it was the prettiest sight he has ever seen "such a pathetic girl look at you all fucked out on my gun hm" he knew you were close with your body spasming "come on baby let go for me you can do it" he licks his lips before he's sucking and lapping at your clit adding onto the pleasure of his gun sliding in and out of you "just let go mama." your stomach tightened as your pleasure built up mumbling mindless babbles and curses as your orgasm crashes over you. "atta girl" chris slowly slides his gun out of you before bringing it up to your lips watching you lick around the tip of it "fuck baby your gonna have to use your mouth on me like that next."

@beamahhh