Hii! Can i request Will Smith and showing displays of affection that might seem questionable to others around them (ex. kissing each other on the cheek/ hands) Fluff list 1, prompt 6
list no.1, fluff prompt no.6: showing displays of affection that might seem questionable to others around them
nobody understands your relationship with will—not even a little bit—beside the two of you, naturally.
to outsiders—friends, family, teammates, and hell, even strangers on the sidewalk—the two of you look borderline feral together. there’s no normal amount of personal space, no standard affection, and definitely no predictable, or stereotypical, couple behaviour.
just weirdness. constant weirdness that everyone around you seems to not get. and sure, you two engage in normal couple displays of affection too—soft, lingering kisses to the corner of mouths. holding hands, will’s calloused thumb running over your knuckles in a soothing motion. hugs, and laughter, and sometimes the occasional ass grab when a guy is eyeing you up in a bar.
but there also the other stuff. aka: said weirdness.
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“why are you holding her foot?”
will barely glances up from the couch, free hand scrolling through his instagram feed like a robot. because yes—he is, in fact, holding your foot. fully gripping your ankle with one hand while absentmindedly rubbing his thumb across the arch like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
you don’t even react either, too focused on scrolling through your own phone with your legs draped across his lap.
will looks between your pretty foot—baby pink toenails and anklet glimmering as it catches the sun—and macklin, who’s looking at the two of you with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment.
“it’s warm,” he says simply while shrugging a shoulder.
macklin stares at him for a full 10 seconds before coming some sort of response to…that. “that is the creepiest answer you could’ve given.”
once again, will just shrugs. doesn’t let go, because hey would he every do that? if anything, he actually pulls your foot closer against his stomach instead. like some kind of possessive house cat.
—
he bites you constantly. not hard, and not overtly sexual either. just annoying little nips whenever you’re both tangled together—legs intertwined, torsos pressed together like puzzle pieces.
your bare shoulder in the shower, hot spray soaking you both as he soothes the sting with his tongue. your jaw during movie nights, neither of you caring if friends are there to witness the little love bites. your wrist as he suckles and kisses the pulse point there, like a vampire.
one time will leaned down during a grocery run and bit the top of your head while you were comparing pasta sauces.
“did you just—”
he cut you off, unashamed and already pressing a kiss to the same spot, “you looked cute.”
“that’s not a reason to bite someone.”
“it is for me.”
meanwhile, the elderly woman beside you in the aisle looked genuinely disturbed.
—
movie nights are unbearable around the two of you. not because you’re overly romantic, but because you’re always finding yourself in strange lounging positions.
at some point during every movie, will ends up half laying on top of you like a weighted blanket. not cuddling normally—god no—but fully draped across your body with zero regard for comfort or circulation.
“you can’t possibly be comfortable,” cat says from the other couch, sitting normally beside tyler.
but will doesn’t even move his eyes from the horror movie on the screen. “she’s soft.”
tyler snickers, “you’re crushing her.”
“no, she likes it.”
and you do. unfortunately.
—
sometimes will just…holds onto you. not your hand and though, but you.
like one night at a bonfire at a treated place, when you stood between his knees talking to some of the girls and suddenly felt both his arms wrap around the backs of your thighs. casual.
you jolted. “will.”
“what?”
“you’re hugging my legs.”
“mhm.” his cheek is pressed lazily against your stomach, and you absentmindedly started scratching at his scalp, and nobody else even tried to hide their amused staring.
—
the worst part? neither of you notices how bizarre you are until someone points it out. because you and will have been together since you were kids—long before boyfriends and girlfriends kissed or even hugged outside of school hallways—and the two of you have always been a little questionable in the affection department.
but it doesn’t really click to what’s public affection versus strictly bedroom affection until a hot summer afternoon at macklins cottage.
everybody is scattered around the dock and deck chairs while music drifts through the yard, humidity sitting thick in the air and sun high in the sky like a constant reminder that you should be re-applying sunscreen right about now.
you’re stretched out across one of the loungers tanning in a hot pink bikini when will walks past eating a popsicle, swim trunks low on his hips and shirt long abandoned by the shoreline.
without thinking, and before he can get too far, you reach out blindly and hook two fingers into the waits of his bathing suit to stop him. the trunks dip even lower at your tug, revealing his defined v-line.
he stops immediately, looking down at you through the tint of his shades.
you squint up at him through your own. “lemme try.”
“try what?”
“the popsicle.”
and of course, will wordlessly leans down and hands it over. you waste no time tasting the frozen treat, tongue slowly dragging up the cold desert. tasting grape and cherry and something undeniably citrusy.
the sun quickly gets to work at melting the popsicle, and in a blink, the juice is running off the wooden stick and down your hand.
will bends down before you can even register the dripping, tongue landing on the bottom of the droplet before following its trials back up your hand, sinking around your forefinger before licking up the opposite side of the popsicle.
a friend from a neighbouring lounger lowers her seltzer can, squinting at the two of you, “you guys are so fucking odd.”
at that, will beams, sliding between you and the lounge chair, making himself comfortable while you continue lapping at the popsicle, “thank you.”
not even a sharks fan I’m just going thru something rn so I’m shamefully making this request…willmack going down on reader at the same time…thigh biting/hickies…and since both their mouths are down there, they might as well make out with each other a little bit too
ok this one is very freaky, nsfw content below
your thighs are spread wide across the mattress, knees trembling already, not from anything they’ve done yet but from the way they’re looking at you—macklin kneeling on your right, will on your left, both of them way too close, way too hungry, way too aware of each other. mack looks flustered and pink, cheeks blotched and lips parted like he’s waiting for permission he doesn’t even need anymore. will looks confident, lazy grin showing off those cute bunny teeth, blond curls falling into his eyes as he settles between your thighs like he’s done it a thousand times in his head. it’s funny—mack is obsessed with you, clingy and needy, but he keeps stealing glances at will like he can’t help himself, like he needs to see what will’s doing before he makes a move; and will… will watches macklin with this amused, greedy heat, like he likes seeing the kid ruin himself over you.
their shoulders press together as they lean in, warm breath hitting your inner thighs before either of them even touches you. macklin’s hands are shaking when he lifts your right leg to kiss along the soft skin, slow and reverent, almost worshipful. will does the opposite—he sinks his teeth gently into your left thigh, just enough pressure to make you gasp and arch, and then he smirks against your skin, licking over the mark like he’s proud of it. mack whimpers quietly at that, sound tiny and broken, and you watch will’s grin widen because he heard it, because he likes how responsive macklin is even when the attention isn’t on him. their mouths work up your thighs in uneven, teasing patterns—soft kisses from macklin, playful bites from will, both of them getting closer and closer to where you’re wet and aching.
when their lips meet at the same spot at the top of your thighs, they pause, breathe against each other, and then—like it’s nothing—they kiss. not deep, not filthy, just this slow, hungry slide of mouths as they share the taste of you on their tongues. mack makes a startled little noise, but he doesn’t pull back; he leans into it, eyes fluttering shut, fingers tightening around your thigh as though kissing will is just as overwhelming as being between your legs. will cups mack’s jaw, tilting his face for a second, licking into his mouth before breaking away with a grin. “you’re cute when you get flustered,” he murmurs, and macklin shivers like the words go straight down his spine.
then they’re on you at the same time.
will’s tongue slides up the left side of your slit, slow and deliberate, savoring every bit of slick he collects. mack mirrors him on the right, gentler, more tentative, whining softly each time his tongue brushes something that makes your hips jerk. when they reach your clit, they don’t fight for space—they share it, will sucking lightly from one side while mack presses soft, desperate kisses to the other, their cheeks brushing, lips bumping, their breaths mingling against you. the sensation is dizzying—two different mouths, two different rhythms, one cocky and practiced, the other sweet and overeager, both working together like ruining you is a team sport. every time you moan, macklin makes a needy little sound in response, and every time he makes one, will nips the inside of his mouth like he’s encouraging it.
mack pulls back for a moment just to breathe, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, cheeks even pinker than before. “you taste so good,” he whispers, voice cracking with sincerity and awe. will laughs under his breath, tilting his head to bite the top of macklin’s thigh—his thigh this time—before kissing the spot gently. “yeah,” he says, licking a stripe up the centre of your cunt so slow you gasp. “she really does. now don’t stop just because you’re shy.”
macklin whimpers, nods, and dives back in—messy and eager, kissing will again briefly as they both work your clit, mouths brushing, tongues bumping, both of them moaning softly against you as though they’re getting off on the taste, the heat, the closeness of each other. their hands slide up your hips, gripping you from both sides, holding you open for them, holding you steady as they devour you together. you can feel the desperation radiating off mack, the practiced hunger from will, and the way both energies crash into you at once leaves you shaking, panting, breathless.
they don’t stop. not when your thighs twitch. not when you gasp. not when your fingers curl in their hair and tug.
macklin’s whiny, overwhelmed need and will’s confident, teasing hunger mix like gasoline and a match—burning you up from the inside out while their mouths, and sometimes their mouths on each other, push you closer and closer to falling apart.
a/n: why is this like my most well received little series I'm crying??? a lot of these are just recreations of texts me and my ex had or something i thought of on the fly 😭
dare i introduce the idea of inexperienced good catholic boy will and reader fucking??? what are your thoughts lj
omg my first anon that called me lj, im so giddy abt this 🫶🏼🫶🏼
i’ll make this as my thoughts kinda like a headcanon but lmk if yall want this as a blurb!
18+ content below the line, mdni please!!
he would be so nervous to mess up but even more nervous and shy for being so new at fucking you.
you've been moving around this for weeks almost, the tension filled glances when your thighs touched on the couch, the way his hand would linger on your lower back when you passed each other in the kitchen, the kisses that started off innocent but led to a heated makeout season that has him groaning against your lips.
you have to constantly reassure him, but you don’t mind.
“you don't have to be nervous. not with me.”
“i know it's just—i've never done this before. like, done this. and i want to, i really want to, but i don't want to mess it up.”
“you won't mess it up, there's no way to mess it up will. it's just us."
that ends up easing some of the tension from his shoulders and when you both end up in bed, and he’s hovering over on top of you and makes eye contact he knows he’s gone immediately. once his head is between your legs, you can feel his breath hitch.
“i don't know what to do," he admits against your skin, his voice muffled. "i want to make you feel good. i want to do it right."
"you will," you promise, running your fingers through his hair. "just follow what feels good. listen to my body, listen to my sounds. i'll tell you."
his fingers definitely fumble against the button of the your jeans and once he gets them off with a nervous laugh and sees your lace panties he has to bite back a moan.
“god, you're so beautiful,”
his first touch is clumsy, but the enthusiasm more than makes up for it. he's hungry and desperate, licking into you like he's been starved for it, and you have to grip the sheets to keep from bucking against his face. you guide him and he listens, adjusts, learns. he's a quick study, and soon he's found a rhythm that has you arching into his mouth, your fingers tangled in his hair.
“you’re doing so good baby; making me feel so good.”
and that DRIVES this man. the fact that he’s making you feel this good just by the use of his tongue is more than enough for him.
being it your first time and he’s still new, you ride him and he completely falls apart under you once you sink down on him, his head falling back, eyes squeezing shut.
“fuck— you feel so good i can’t—”
when he’s about to cum he slightly panics at the sensation; trying to stop you before he does but you reassure him that it’s okay.
“let go baby, cum for me.”
and he does, with a broken cry that vibrates through your whole body. you feel him spill inside you, body trembling underneath yours🤭🤭
hii i want to req if u could do will smith smut with a breeding kink if ur okay with that? ☺️ tyy
ᨳଓ . will smith x gf!reader
ᨳଓ . warnings: smut, p in v, breeding and/or pregnancy kink, cumming inside, fluff.
ᨳଓ . this turned out more romantic than planned, still hope u like it!
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his face is pressed against your belly, planting sweet kisses over your shirt while you let out little giggles, unable to hold back the laughter caused by the ticklish sensation. One of your hands is tangled in his hair, and a sense of peace fills your chest, just as it always does when you’re with Will.
yet, that peace and calm gradually shift as his kisses grow wetter and his hands slide the fabric of your shirt upward, revealing your skin for him. He then begins to bite gently, tugging with his teeth until a soft whimper escapes you, a touch of pain mingling with the sensation.
that is when he starts to speak, describing how beautiful you would look with a rounded belly, carrying the child you would share: the fruit of the love you have for one another. He talks of plans and dreams, filling the room with a haze of love and fantasy, as well as the more explicit images that soon flood his mind.
the mere thought makes his cock go hard, imagining how perfect you’d look taking him deep inside until he knocks you up. He can’t help himself; he starts gently rubbing against the bedsheets while still planting kisses on your belly, thinking about what’s about to happen, devouring every sound his actions draw from you; sounds that make him smile and feel truly alive.
and even though you could push him away, saying the idea terrifies you, that you aren't ready to be a mother just yet, there's something in his gaze you can't ignore; something in his touch you can't forget. It’s that passion, that burning desire to make it a reality: to fill you with his cum until your body can take no more, and then to see you carrying his child.
you can't pretend his words don't affect you, especially not when he trails his kisses lower, with his hands sliding down to take off your clothes, removing your pants and panties in one swift motion to reveal your wet pussy, soaked by every thought he’s put into your head.
“please, just think about it,” he pleaded, planting a kiss on your pussy between words as he listened to your whimpers. “You’re already wet just imagining it, your pretty hole filled with my cum, watching it slide down your thighs until i use my fingers to push it back inside your walls,” he described, rubbing the rim of your hole with his fingers and sliding them in slowly and gently, meeting no resistance, making a wet, sticky sound as they pushed deep within.
“Will,” you whimpered, arching your back as you felt him suck on your clit, using your sensitivity to his advantage while curling his fingers to hit your spot exactly where you needed it most. He then began to move faster and more intensely, filling your mind with a hazy fog.
you couldn't think clearly, form coherent sentences, or pull away. His touch was addictive because he knew you perfectly, using that knowledge to hold you in the palm of his hand. You're a mess as he moves his fingers, invading every inch of your hole and preparing you for what was to come. All you could do was whimper, grabbing the sheet with one hand while burying the other deep in his hair to pull him closer, feeling him lick and toy with your clit.
it’s all part of his strategy; you’re sure of it, yet you let it happen, arching your back as he strikes that sensitive spot hard. That place inside you that turns you into a whimpering mess, ready to let Will do whatever he wants with you. Because in that moment, it’s all worth it when you feel your nipples hardening, the knot in your belly, and the trembling in your legs.
you’re close, you both know it, and although he savors every sound and reaction he can draw from you, the moment you start to throb, he pulls his fingers away; he watches you complain and frown, listening as you gasp out a question asking why.
“i want you ready for what comes next, because i don’t think i’ll last long with how tight you are,” he says, planting a final kiss on your belly before straightening up to help you take off your shirt completely, touching your breasts briefly before he begins to strip off his own clothes, standing just as naked before you.
beyond the words and the fantasies, you feel his love for you in every touch and every glance, and even in the tone of his voice, reflecting the respect he holds for you, as well as his genuine desire to see you carrying his child.
so how could you say no?
your legs part a little wider instinctively, giving him all the space he needs. A soft laugh escapes him as he grips your thighs and puts your legs onto his shoulders, then aligns the head of his cock with your hole and looks you in the eye, knowing this time is different from the rest.
he slides inside you, stretching your walls and making you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment. It's long, big, and veiny; it slides into you so slowly that you can feel every inch inside your pussy, which swallows him up as if accustomed to it, molding to his size in mere seconds. It feels almost like welcoming him home, and he lets out a satisfied sigh, savoring the familiar sensation as he thrusts as deep as he can, creating a small but visible bulge in your lower belly.
with your legs resting on his shoulders, you feel him everywhere; an overwhelming sensation that makes your mind go blank and your thoughts turn to incoherent fragments. Things only intensify when he begins to move, sliding in and out of you, starting at a slow, patient pace.
Will wants you to get used to the sensation, to feel comfortable and secure, until he notices your pussy is a bit more ready and begins to thrust with real rhythm; he moves harder and harder, driving so deep inside you that your eyes roll back just for a moment, only to fix on him after, with pupils dilated, completely surrendered to him.
that’s when the image of you pregnant flashes through his mind, and he can see it: your swollen breasts, your huge belly, all thanks to his seed, which he's about to leave imprinted deep inside you, filling you over and over until your walls are painted white and his name is etched into every cell of your body.
everyone would know he got you pregnant, that he touched and worshipped your body until he gave you a child. The mere thought ignites a different kind of fire in his chest, an almost possessive heat that drives him to move faster, hammering inside you as if fueled by a primal instinct.
his intent is in every thrust, tearing uncontrollable moans from your lips. His name spills from your throat like a broken record, while tears trace your cheeks; evidence of how good he feels inside you, claiming every part of your soul.
then you feel the knot forming again on your belly, and you feel helpless, unable to do anything but whimper as your orgasm draws near, your legs cramp, your tits rub against his chest, and your back arches as far as it can. You wanna give him everything you have, and you do just that the moment he looks at you, leaning in to plant a quick kiss and whisper, "Go ahead, cum for me", using that sweet tone you know better than anyone, instantly triggering your body's reaction.
your orgasm is intense and all-consuming, almost too much, causing your walls to close around his cock; the resulting delicious pressure pushes him to the edge, driving him to move faster and more raw in search of his own release, until he's finally filling your pretty pussy with his load. He keeps moving, prolonging the climax for both of you until you're left breathless and sensitive.
a white ring forms around the base of his cock, but instead of sliding out, he stays deep inside you, leaving his semen inside, knowing full well that once might not be enough, but it's certainly a start.
he’s going to fuck you as many times as necessary until he knocks you up, whether it’s tonight or every night that follows, but he’s going to get it done. Meanwhile, you’ll have to regain your energy, preparing yourself for what’s to come.
hi!! your writing is sooo good can i request a fluffy will smith blurb with a lot of kisses? just thinking about pretty he is and how pretty he would look when kissing himmmm
will smith is too pretty not to kiss
wc: 901
it's a lazy saturday, which is rare for the two of you. between your classes, and will's games, it's hard to find time for the two of you to just lay down and relax together.
it's 11:45 in the morning, and neither of you have gotten up for anything other than the bathroom. so you've just been laying down together, the office playing as the two of you cuddle and scroll through your phones.
you love days like this.
you're curled into his chest, your cheek smushed against the soft fabric of his t-shirt, watching a cute video of cats. will is watching something hockey related, laughing at jokes the commentators make.
"look at this," you say, shifting your phone so that will can see the cute cat video. "aren't they cute?"
will hums. "they are."
"we should get a cat," there's a mischievous tint to your voice that will doesn't like.
"uh," he lets out a quick laugh, and looks at you like you're crazy. "we're not getting a cat,"
you pull away, giving him your best puppy dog eyes and pouty lips. "why not? we would be great cat parents!"
will sighs and plops his phone down on his stomach. "we live in an apartment. i travel a lot. we're not really ready for that, i don't think,"
you roll your eyes. "will, cats do great in apartments, and they do great with their owners travelling, too. you're thinking of dogs. and for the record, we're so ready to be pet parents! we've been together for a long time, we live together, we're at the perfect stage in our life and relationship to get a pet,"
will's hands settle on your hips and tug you closer. you adjust yourself so you're fully sat on his lap, causing the both of you to smile.
"how about this," he looks up at you, all unfairly long eyelashes and blown out pupils. "i don't really want a pet right now. is that okay?"
you sigh dramatically and throw your head back in disappointment. "i guess..." but you quickly regain your smile, leaning back a little bit farther and just... looking at him for a bit.
sometimes you can't believe how lucky you got. will is so pretty, and so nice, and literally the most perfect boyfriend you could have ever wished for. he's good to you, better than any boyfriend you've ever had in the past. he makes you happy in a way that you thought just wasn't possible for you. he takes care of you, the bare minimum, yes, but also so much more. always does the dishes, texts you throughout the day no matter what. your water bottle is never empty when he's around. he's perfect and wonderful and amazing in every way, and you're not quite sure what you did to deserve him.
the longer you look at him, the happier you are. of course, it wasn't will's looks that got you to fall for him so hard, but they're definitely a plus. his sharp jawline, pretty blue eyes, messy blond curls, and kissable lips...
"what?" he asks, an amused smile on his face. he's looking right at you, his hands still on your hips, looking so soft and cozy. you kind of want to wrap him up in a blanket and carry him around with you for the rest of your life.
you don't say anything in response, just lean forward and kiss him softly.
will hums happily, closing his eyes and leaning into the kiss. his hands slide up from your hips to rest on your waist, squeezing lightly.
you pull back a little bit, will chasing your lips. you press a kiss to his cheek, then another to his other cheek, and then your lips are moving down to his jaw and then his neck.
"you're just so pretty," you mutter, pressing your nose into his pulse. will's breath catches in his throat as you keep kissing him. "i just can't not,"
will's skin heats under your lips, and you pull back just enough to see the beautiful blush starting to creep up his neck to his face. you shift a little bit closer on his lap, tangle your fingers in his curls and pull his face to you again.
the kiss is soft and loving, slow and reverent. you do your best to infuse all of your love, affection, and appreciation from your boyfriend into it.
after a few minutes of that, you separate yourselves, resting your foreheads together. you slide one of your hands up to cradle his cheek, and caress his cheek with your thumb.
"i love you," you whisper.
will's smile is bright, his hands squeezing subconsciously and happily at your waist. "i love you, too," he responds, angling himself for one more kiss.
you and will struggle sometimes because of how often you're apart, how you're both so busy, how you feel like the two of you never get any time to spend with each other. you rarely fight, but you spend more time apart than you do together, and so you spend a lot of your time sad that you can't be with your boyfriend. it's unfortunate, but you love him. you love him so much, more than anything else in the world, and so it's all worth it.
moments like this, days like this. it's all worth it.
a/n: i can't end anything ever i'm sorry. 3 posts today? who am i? i had an entire day to myself and it's doing wonders for myself so you're freaking welcome 🙂↕️ i'm actually so tired rn for like a bajillion reasons but all the writing i got done today really healed my soul (: going into tech week for my school's musical so i fear i may not be as active as i'd like to be ): but i promise i'm going to try! thank you nonnie for the request, thank you for liking, commenting, reblogging, and following! i love you all, and have a wonderful day/night <3
