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this is actually disgusting !!!! this is basically rape why would anyone write this?????? absolutely vile

LITERALLY EW

NDA: Sorry for being soooooo late ! English is not my native language!!

the request:can you please write about dark! roommate rafe🙏🏻 I did my best sweetie💕

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Rafe wasn’t someone entirely sane in the head.

He had massive communication issues, anger problems, drug issues, and most of all, a morbid obsession with his roommate.

You were so… perfect. Your body, your eyes, your personality—everything about you was perfect.

Rafe wanted you. He was starving for you. He wanted your body more than anything. He wanted you to be his.

Rafe truly wanted to do things the right way with you. He didn’t want to have to steal your panties and use them until they were nothing but a destroyed piece of fabric. He didn’t want to have to beat up the guy you were flirting with. He didn’t want to slip a strong dose of GHB into your water bottle.

And yet, here he was, standing in your room.

Rafe begins to unbutton his pants, god, you're so beautiful asleep, so carefree.

He climbs into bed with you. The fear of waking you crosses his mind for a few seconds before he remembers.

He remembers the drug and the fact that you are unconscious. That you will remember nothing of this tomorrow.

He kisses the side of your face, you're so soft. You smell like vanilla, he runs his hand through your hair and holy shit. They're perfect.

He slowly moves his second hand towards your mini shorts, only to find that you're not wearing any underwear. His surprise is evident. "My sleepy princess doesn’t wears anything underneath..."

He slides a finger between your lips, finding them smooth. He begins kissing your neck, thinking he's playing with your clitoris. "So wet." His breath becomes heavier as he explores your bare skin.

He starts kissing your neck as he plays with your clitoris, his finger moving in small circles. "Fuck, you're so ready f’me..."

Without the slightest hesitation, he begins to penetrate you with his fingers, carefully sliding one inside. "Your pussy is so tight..." His breathing becomes heavier as he starts to move his fingers slowly in and out "So fucking perfect..." His thumb continues to circle your clit, he had a second finger stretching you further.

His fingers curl upwards, hitting that spot that makes your hips buck against his hand. "Found it..." He whispers, his fingers moving in and out, curling up each time he pulls out. "You like that, baby?"

Shit. He's torn between being angry that you can't see how much you're enjoying it in your sleep, or being happy that you're so wet and responsive even unconscious?

He drops his boxer with a quick hand movement. His erection is rock hard and throbbing, the thick, veined length standing upright against his stomach, the purple, angry head glistening with pre-cum. He hisses through clenched teeth as he wraps his fingers around his length, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

Rafe's gaze lingers on your exposed, glistening pussy, his cock twitching eagerly in his grip. Slowly, almost reverently, he starts to stroke himself, matching the pace set by his fingers pumping in and out of you. "So fucking gorgeous..."

He slides his fingers, slick with your arousal, into his mouth, savoring your taste with a low moan. Positioning himself at your entrance, he slowly starts to push his thick cock head between your slick folds, groaning at the exquisite sensation.

Gripping his cock firmly, he maintains control as he begins to inches into you. "Jesus..." His breathing becomes heavy as he feels your tight walls wrap around him. He pauses, fighting the urge to thrust fully.

He looks down at where you're joined, his cock buried halfway inside you, your pussy stretched to its limit around his thick girth. "Fuck, you're so fucking tight..." He takes a deep breath, then slowly starts to push forward, his cock sinking deeper into your sleeping form.

Inches by agonizing inch, Rafe buries his thick cock into the depths of your unconscious yet welcoming pussy, until he's seated to the hilt, his balls resting against your ass. A shudder runs through his body at the exquisite feeling.

He remains still, savoring the sensation of being completely sheathed inside you. Then, with a quiet groan, he begins to move, his hips pulling back slowly before pushing forward again, starting a gentle, rhythmic fucking that matches the pace of his fingers earlier. 

His large hand splayed on your belly, the head of his thick length hitting his palm with each slow thrust. He groans deeply, his hips starting to pick up speed as he buries himself deeper into you, his heavy balls slapping against you with each thrust. “I should do it before…” 

Rafe's grunts and moans fill the air as he fucks you harder, his fingers digging into your skin. Sweat glistens on his forehead as he loses himself in the sensations, his pace becoming frantic.

He glances down at where you're both joined and sees traces of blood mixed with your arousal on his length "...Holy fuck... " Between ragged breaths, he realizes he's popped your cherry His cock throbs painfully inside you as he processes this new reality.

Fuck... you were a virgin?

The thought that he took your virginity drives him mad with lust. He hooks both your legs over his right shoulder, opening you up wider as he slams into you brutally, his thick length stretching your innocent flesh.

His cock starts to quiver inside you as your walls begin to convulse around him, squeezing him painfully. He pounds into you even harder, only to stop abruptly, his hot seed erupting inside you in thick ropes, painting your walls white

Exhausted, he collapses beside you, smiling as he looks at you possessively. He pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as he kisses the top of your head. "Mine. So fucking mine." He hugs you close, his heartbeat calming as he holds his new treasure.

He holds you possessively in his arms, a smug grin spreading across his chiseled face as he absorbs the magnitude of what he's done. 

Whether you like it or not, now you're his. Forever.

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do i write a chris smut ?

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morning sex

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“hhmmm rafe feels so good” you say mumbling awakening from your deep sleep “your such a good girl” he says mumbling while going in and out of you slowly “faster rafey pleaseee” you say whining until he flips you onto your stomach and shoves his fingers in your mouth “suck them”he says groaning down ur ear and picking up his pace unity of you both unable to speak or be quiet moans echoing through the room he slides his hands down to your clit rubbing it until your cumming on his cock screaming his name not caring who heard.

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my poor baby. i’m truly devastated 💔💔 imma miss him sm

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he’s looking at me btw x

genuinely he would get it so hard 🤩🤩🤩🤩

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matt sturniolo bsf x fem reader

warnings: smut, fingering, dry humping, oral, choking, alcohol

summary: yn and her best friend matt plan on going to a party but do they make it ?

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your sat in matt’s room waiting for him to come back with your drink “hey here you go” he says smiling “thank you” as you grab it off him “so do you wanna go to that party on the beach ?” he says taking a sip “yes it should be fun i’m pretty sure everyone’s going” you say smiling “okay should we do shots before we leave?” you whip your head to face him “is that even a question matt?” he smiles “true come help me” you both walk down to the kitchen, he grabs the vodka and orange juice for a chaser and lines up 10 shot glasses “matt are you trying to kill me” you say laughing “no yn 5 each” he says laughing at you “oh thank god” you say helping matt pour them “okay are you ready” you say looking at matt “first to finish all 5?” he says smirking “game on” “3…2…1…GO!” you and matt gagging after the first, your throat burning like hell “help this burns” matt says looking at u while chugging the orange juice

after finishing the shots you and matt take the bottle upstairs with 2 glasses and lemonade and pour yourself a drink “matt help me pour pleaseeeee” you say already abit drunk “ofc baby” he says so calmly but your face goes red why did he just cal me baby you think but you soon forget when he hands you the drink “thank you matty” you say looking up at him through ur eyelashes “what music should i put on?” you look at him thinking “ooo i know frank ocean” he laughs and puts it on you start slow dancing around his bedroom with your drink in your hand he gets up to dance with you, when you guys are drunk you get pretty touchy but nothing has ever gone further but you are quite flirty when your sober aswell.

he grabs your waist and grinds up behind you while you push your ass on his crotch and grinding to the music he comes close to you ear and whispers “hm you look so pretty grinding on me like that princess” you just turn and face him but he picks you up by your thighs and he sits on the bed with you on his lap his hands now on your hips “you wanna do that again huh” he says looking at you as you start to roll your hips and put your hands on his shoulders, he’s grunting and panting underneath you “hm keep going baby” he says as you speed up, you pull his joggers down and you pull off your shorts under your dress both in your underwear you sit back on his lap and roll your hips back and forth on his clothed cock “hm matty your so good for me” you say moaning and moving your hips even faster “yn i’m gunna c-um” matt says moaning loud grabbing your hips pushing you down but you stop “not yet matty i want you to fuck me baby” you didn’t even blink and he was on top of you with his tip by your entrance “hmm someone’s eager huh” you say smiling at him “shut up princess” he says before shoving his dick in you earning a loud pornographic moan for your mouth eyes rolled back as he fucks in to you at such a fast speed you though you were gunna burst “matt-yy your cock is go good hm why haven’t we done this before” you say moaning loudly in his ear “baby i’ve wanted to fuck you for so long” matt says moaning in your ear quietly “matt i’m gu-nnna” you came and after a few more thrusts matt was cumming and grunting in your ear.

you both flop on the bed trying to catch your breaths looking at eachother in shock you just did that but it just felt so right “i think that was the best sex i’ve ever had” matt says with a little chuckle turning his head to face you “fuck yes that was amazing” you say before cuddling matt before you both fell asleep

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jj moans while your arse is grinding slowly over his clothes cock sat infront of the pogues trying to not make obvious that’s your dry humping your bestfriend, his grunts and deep breathing and the feeling of his cock twitching you knew he was gunna cum “yn baby come inside” he whispers quietly so the rest of them don’t hear, you stand up infront of jj hiding his very obvious bulge and walking inside to his room “strip princess” you obey taking off your clothes and walking over to sit on his lap and moving slowly kissing him as you move your body back and forth “jay i need you” you say whining jj stripped his clothes off faster than ever and came over rubbing your soaking wet clit and then pushing into you slowly, his dick twitching just aching for release as he fucked you all you could hear was kissing and moans until someone knocks “ayo john b i think they are having sex” pope screams and you guys stop and just laugh

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bsf rafe- who would get angry when you go out with boys.

bsf rafe- who beats jj up for looking at you.

bsf rafe- who took your virginity because “that’s what bestfriends do”.

bsf rafe- who is such a simp for you behind closed doors.

bsf rafe- buys you anything you want, whenever you want.

bsf rafe- who spanks you whenever you have attitude with him.

bsf rafe- who teases you at party’s then fucks you in the back of his truck.

bsf rafe- who eats you out to shut you up.

bsf rafe- who gets angry when you hang around with the pogues.

bsf rafe- who you tease with your bikinis and short shorts and crop tops while he sits there with a bulge staring at you.

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jj doesn’t like you touching yourself during sex, if he’s fitting into you and u slide ur hand down to ur clit he will seat it away and do it faster than u just so he could prove that you need him for everything 😋

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1949 ⭑ Matt Sturniolo

Chapter One

summary : you move back home with your brother and click with his friends, though the tension is high with matt and it turns into something more

warnings : brothers best friend trope, slow burn, tension, sneaky relationship, swearing, eventual smut, slight traumatic past relationship with reader’s mother, and probably some other stuff

a/n : each chapter will have a different collage solely based on what takes place in it. kind of a new idea but i’m gonna run w it. if you don’t like it, use your imagination and pretend it’s not there xx

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prologue

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Surprisingly, after the long and heartfelt hug, things were quiet as the three of you make your way back to the car. Your dad insisted on carrying your belongings for you, leaving you arm in arm with Nate, who refuses to leave your side.

The lights on the car flash as your dad unlocks it, heading towards the opening trunk to place your luggage in it. Nate opens the back door for you, holding his hand out, motioning you to get in. You easily slide through, the fresh aroma of black ice filling your senses. A wave of familiarity washes over you, striking you with old memories you’re so fond of.

“Are you okay?” Nate asks from beside you.

You glance at him with a smile before furrowing your eyebrows, “Yeah. How come you’re not up front?”

“Oh come on. I’ve spent thirteen years without you, I don’t ever wanna leave your side again.” He admits with a bittersweet laugh, then pauses, “Wait, unless you’re more comfortable—“

You stop him from getting back out by grabbing his arm, instantly shaking your head. “No, please stay.”

He gives you a smile, taking place right beside you again. Your father opens the door on the opposite side, and starts to scoot in before stopping as he looks at the two of you in the back.

“Wait.. I have to drive?” He questions, feigning absurdity.

“Dad!” Nate chuckles, leaving you all giggling as your dad gets behind the wheel to get you all home.

Home.

It’s weird to think that. You’re going home. It’s you, Nate, and your dad in a city you used to love, but now seems so foreign to you. You can only hope things start to fit together again.

The car ride is silent, the three of you just taking in the abrupt new change. You’re over the moon to be back with them, but you can’t help but notice the difference. And of course, things are going to be different as it’s been thirteen years. You just didn’t really know what to expect.

As you watch out the windows, the scenery becomes slightly familiar and it takes you a moment to realize where you’re at. You recognize the side streets, every turn, every tree, every house. And then you’re there.

Your eyes widen as you take in the house in front of you. Slowly exiting the car, you view the house from top to bottom. It’s exactly the same.

“You never left.” You find yourself stating.

Nate comes to your side as your dad retrieves your bags, “We wanted to stay here in case you ever found your way back home.”

Tears prick in your eyes and you can’t help but feel an overwhelming mix of emotions. Without a word, you lurch into Nate’s arms, engulfing him in a massive hug. His embrace is warm and welcoming, making you realize just how much you missed him.

Pulling away, he gives you a sad smile, rubbing your arm in a comforting manner. Your dad places a hand on your shoulder, causing your attention to shift to him. You immediately wrap your arms around him, yanking him into a much needed hug.

“Enough with being all sappy and shit. Let’s get inside, it’s cold as hell out here.” Nate chuckles.

You smile and follow them in, your heart rate increasing with every step you take. You’re in awe once you walk through the door. It’s been years, but everything’s still the same, aside from a few upgrades. It still gives that welcoming feeling you’ve desperately longed for.

“Do you want to go upstairs?” Nate asks.

You look towards the staircase where your dad is headed, before looking back at your brother. He has a sort of hopeful look on his face, though you can still see he’s a bit unsure. You swallow the lump in your throat and give him a small upturn of your lips, nodding in agreement.

He starts up the same steps you used countless of times years and years ago, beckoning you to follow him. Your shaky hand grasps the railing as you do, the wooden steps slightly creaking beneath your weight. As you round the corner, you notice your dad standing outside the door to your old bedroom.

“Uh—we didn’t change anything, we kind of just left it as it was.” He starts, his tone of voice a bit nervous, “We did get a new bed when your grandma said you were coming back, figured you’d like more room as opposed to a twin. Oh, and your clothes were just pulled out to make room for what you have now. They’re packed away in the garage. I know your taste has probably changed, so we can do whatever you want with it. ”

You’re left speechless as you hesitantly cross the threshold. Your mind is flooded with old memories that you seemed to have forgotten.

“Well, we’ll leave you to get settled in.” Your dad says, “If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“But—“ Nate is cut off by a tug from your father, pulling him out of the room.

As soon as the door closes, you turn back around to take it all in. Your eyes are wide as you observe your surroundings. Today is full of surprises, you almost don’t even know how to deal with it all.

Your walls are covered in that same pink pastel wallpaper, spare flowers scattered all across them. Your floor still has that white fluffy carpet that you were obsessed with when you were five. The chalkboard is covered from top to bottom with old writing from when you and Nate were little, but you notice something in the corner that looks a bit different.

I miss you so much sis

The tears flooding your eyes slip, streaming down your cheeks as your fingertips brush over the words. You wonder what it’s been like for them. Was it as hard for them as it was for you? Was it even worse?

You take a deep breath and continue around the room. Your small desk is filled with coloring books and writing utensils just like you left them the night before you were torn away from your family. Your toy box is overflowing with all sorts of things — dolls, stuffed animals, legos. You have a giant kitchen set on the side of the chest, one that you vividly remember you and Nate playing with. There’s a small bulletin board by your window, covered in pictures from your younger years.

Being with your family in your old house, your old room, brings so many feelings to the surface. You’re super glad to be home, but you feel so sad. Sad that you’ve gone so long without them, and you’ll never get that time back.

Taking a deep breath, you sit on the edge of your bed, before letting yourself fall flat against it. It’s soft and plush, just how you like it, and the fact that they remembered makes you smile.

You don’t know how long it’s been as you lay there in silence, but your eyes feel droopy and you’re practically fighting sleep. However, it takes merely minutes for it to consume you, and you drift off into a much needed slumber.

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The sweet and smokey smell of syrup and bacon fill your nose, causing you to scrunch it up as you slowly become conscious. Your eyes are heavy and it takes a minute to adjust to the bright light shining through the window. After a moment, your body begins to wake up and you find yourself rolling over in search of your phone. Running your hands through your sheets, you sit up in a slight panic, only to feel the hardness beneath you in the back pocket of your jeans. You pull it out to check the time, shock flooding your veins as you read 12:47 PM.

“Holy shit.” You whisper to yourself, in disbelief that you slept so long.

You swing your legs off the bed, planting them on the ground as you reach your arms up to stretch. Your back subtly cracks, pulling a satisfied groan from you as your legs slightly twitch. Rolling your head from side to side, you stand up and follow the pleasant interruption that awoke you from your peaceful tranquility.

As you make your way downstairs, you hear shuffling in the kitchen. The sound of grease popping is heard, followed by a loud yelp. Quickening your stride, you round the corner and see Nate watching the stove from quite a few feet away.

“Um, are you okay?” You question, your voice still a little groggy with sleep.

Nate jumps at the sound of your voice, whipping around with wide eyes. “You’re awake!”

You give him a crooked smile, your eyebrows knitting together, “Yeah…”

He recomposes himself and points at the stove, “Sorry, dad had to work and I, uh- I was tryna make you breakfast.”

You bite back a grin and walk forward to the stove, turning the burner down. The extra grease popping ceases, it now only softly bubbling around the bacon.

“You just had the temperature too high.”

Nate chuckles, “I didn’t know you were a little chef.”

“Oh no, I just had to learn to fend for myself.” You match his laugh, pausing at your own words. “Um, sorry I slept so late. I didn’t even realize I fell asleep last night.”

“You’re good.” Nate shakes his head, “I know you were probably tired from the flight, different time zones and whatever.” You nod in agreement before he continues, “If you want, you can go shower and do what you need to do while I finish this. Just make yourself at home, it’s yours too.”

A warm smile graces your lips as you nod once again, “Yeah, okay.”

You turn on your heels, heading back to the stairs. You look back once more, watching Nate bounce all over the kitchen, and laugh to yourself at how he’s still the same as he was. Quickly you head upstairs, in desperate need of a shower to help wake you up and relax you.

Entering your bedroom, you go straight for your bags. You pull out everything you need in order to get ready for the day — a towel, washcloth, toothbrush, toothpaste, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a simple outfit to wear. After gathering all of your little supplies, you head to the bathroom.

Flicking the light on and shutting yourself in, you move to lay everything out on the counter. You place your washes in the shower, turning the hot water on. As you wait for it to heat up, you hang your towels on the shower rack, and begin to brush your teeth.

Once you finish, you strip from your clothes, and step into the scalding hot water. A content sigh falls from your lips as the water pellets continuously rain down on you. You run your hands through your hair, letting it soak up the water.

You find yourself staring off into space, your thoughts consumed by this new life you have to readjust to. You've wanted it back for so long, and now that you have it, you don't know what to do with it. You feel unsure of what's to come, the looming anxiety paired with an overwhelming sense of uncertainty. You just hope your family can help you navigate these new adventures ahead of you.

Snapping out of your thoughtful trance with bright red, and tender skin, you proceed to wash yourself up like you intended to. Having spent quite some time just staring off, you rush to finish cleansing yourself.

After you're done, you shut the water off and begin to dry off. Stepping out of the shower, you wrap the towel around your hair and move to the sink. You begin brushing your teeth while you air dry before getting dressed. Shaking your hair out, you hang your towel to dry, then make your way back downstairs.

"About time." Nate calls, "I was beginning to think you got on another flight without saying goodbye."

Your face droops, guilt taking over your expression as you stare at him.

His smile falls, "Too soon? I'm sorry."

You muster up a half smile and shake your head, "You're good, just wasn't expecting that."

You sit across from him at the table, both of you having a plate of breakfast in front of you. You notice a cup beside your food and look in it, eyeing its contents.

"It's tea. You still like tea, don't you?"

You grin, "Love it."

His face mirrors yours, and the two of you dig in. Your chewing falters for a moment, and you suddenly realize you should've waited until you finished eating to brush your teeth. Taking his thoughtfulness into consideration, you push past the bitter taste and continue chowing.

"Can I ask you something?" Nate breaks the silence.

You nod.

"What was it like?"

You figured he would hit you with that question sooner or later, but for some reason you're unprepared to answer it. You set your fork down and place your hands on the table as your stare at him.

"Uh," You pause, "It sucked. Mom was — I don't know. It just sucked."

He hesitantly nods. You can see that he has more questions, but he lets them go. There used to be a safe space between the two of you. You never had to worry about overstepping boundaries and swallowing your curiosity. You want that back.

"If you have something to say or ask, go ahead." You offer.

His eyes light up and he takes a moment to think. "Um, I-I just want to say that we know it wasn't your fault. Despite not seeing you for over a decade, I know how you are. It was hard for us, so I can only imagine how it was for you. We don't blame you for it. And if you ever wanna talk about it, I'm always here."

You feel a weight lift off your shoulders as you swallow the lump in your throat. You needed that. You needed to hear him say that he knows it wasn't your fault, because even though it wasn't, you were worried they would blame you.

"Best little brother in the world." You smile.

He chuckles and shakes his head, "What do you want to do today?"

"I have no idea." You admit with a laugh as you shrug, "Definitely wanna unpack, and maybe go shopping for new things. I only brought my essentials with me."

He nods, "We can do that."

The two of you finish your breakfast over small talk. Nate says he'll clean up while you start on your room, so you head up there.

You immediately pull your small speaker out, connecting your phone to it to play music. Getting started; you move all of your clothes into your dresser. You have a few perfumes and lotions that you place on top. A few pairs of shoes, you place in your closet. After emptying all of your bags, you're left with your journals.

Shortly after the move, you started going to therapy to help cope with things. Your therapist recommended that you write every day, even about the littlest of things. So, you did. Every single day, even when you didn't feel up to it, you made sure to jot down at least something — your feelings, what you did during the day, things you wish to do, etc.

Setting them in the drawer of your nightstand, you move onto your old belongings from when you were just a little girl. You gather the majority of everything, placing it all into several piles. You find yourself smiling at the memories resurfacing from going through it all. Oh, how badly you wish you could just go back.

"Hey." Nate's voice sounds from the doorway. "I brought this."

He holds up what looks to be a photo album. You meet him at your bed, both of you taking a seat as he sets it in between both of you.

"I figured maybe you would want to see some of this."

You eagerly nod, letting him open the album for the two of you to go through it. You find yourself smiling fondly at the old pictures of you guys as a family. There are pictures of you and your dad, you and Nate, Nate and your dad. You can't help but notice that your mother is nowhere to be seen in any of the pictures.

Nate seems to notice your confusion, and elaborates, "So, dad took them all out. It was hard for him; he was really mad at her. We still have them, I'm pretty sure they're just packed away in the garage with the rest of her stuff."

You nod, understanding that things had to have been difficult. You continue to go through the pictures, laughing together and commenting on every memory. However, soon enough, you're also nowhere to be found.

Your smile soon fades as you go through the pictures of your dad and Nate. From Halloween to baseball games, to dad teaching him how to golf. You even see a picture of Nate at graduation, and it brings a grave feeling to your gut. You've missed out on so much, and there's no getting it back.

Swallowing the pain, you point to a group photo of people you don't recognize. "Who are they?"

"They are my best friends." Nate smiles brightly. "They're triplets. That's Nick, Matt, and Chris. I met them in middle school, we played hockey together."

"Triplets, huh?" You say, "That's a new one."

"Yeah, they're amazing. Never a dull moment with them, that's for sure. They're pretty wild to be honest."

You give him a smile, "That's good. I'm glad you have good friends; you guys seem like you have a good relationship."

"It's awesome." He nods in agreement, "Actually, they want to meet you."

"Me?" You question, incredulously. "They know about me?"

"Really?" Nate gapes, "Of course they know about you. You're my sister, and they're my best friends. I talk about you nonstop."

Unable to help yourself, you're leaning over to pull him into a hug. He's always been the sweetest. He knows exactly what to say almost all the time.

"So, are you down?" He asks as you both part from the hug.

Your eyes widen, "Right now?"

He shrugs with a grin, "Yeah, why not?"

"O-okay." You agree, mirroring his shrug.

He pulls out his phone to presumably text them and have them come over. The two of you go downstairs before he leads you to the backdoor.

"They usually just come straight to the back, so we can just hangout out here if that's cool with you."

You hum in approval, already making your way around the backyard. Nate props his phone up against a flowerpot, running out into the yard with you.

"My sister's back!" He cheers, jumping on your back.

You stumble a bit, caught off guard, laughter pouring out of you as you quickly catch him. You turn towards his phone, a giant smile on your face. You're filled with a happiness you haven't felt in so long.

"I'm back." You copy, giving the camera a thumbs up.

He slides off of your back, picking you up and twirling you around. You let out a small yelp, joyous sounds floating in the air from the both of you. The two of you throw your arms up, cheering like maniacs, just like old times.

Your movement halts as you hear a car pull over the gravel in the driveway. Several car doors open and shut, before quick footsteps make their way to the back gate.

You're suddenly extremely nervous, bringing your hands together in front of you. Your breath catches in your throat when you see a hand reach over to pull the latch. You feel like a deer caught in headlights, unsure of your next move. Your heart races in your chest, and it's confusing to you. You're just meeting your brother's friends; it should never be this serious. But for some reason, as you listen to the creaky hinges swing the door open, you're met with a wave of undeniable tension.

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a/n : sort of a lil cliffhangerrr lol. gotta keep yall on your toes :-)

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[jjmaybankswifeyx]

i just want to be 18 and going on holiday 25/8

[jjmaybankswifeyx]

my heads down xx

[jjmaybankswifeyx]

ㅤ̸ ❛ 𝖭𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝖫𝖾𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍.

TOTAL WORKS: 25.

DATING NICK LEISTER WOULD INCLUDE. +18.

I THINK I LOVE YOU. You are best friends with Nick and have been for a long time, but to your bad luck you fall in love with him. One day you decide to tell him, and your relationship will depend on his answer.

CLEANING AND PATCHING NICK'S WOUNDS AFTER A FIGHT. Nick loses a fight for the first time and you're the only one he wants to see after this, leaving you to clean his wounds.

NICK IS THE TYPE OF EX.

IT'S ALWAYS BEEN YOU. Nick and you were best friends, but you fell in love with him, he felt in love with Noah, or that's what you thought.

WISH YOU WERE SOBER. You and Nick are friends, he likes to go to parties, you don't so much, but that didn't stop him from taking you to all of the parties he was invited to, and in one of them when he was drunk he confessed what he felt, although you wished he had told you sober.

MY BOY. +18 | You were both at a party, when you went for a drink with Jenna, Noah took the opportunity to approach Nick and try to kiss him but he quickly pushed her away, even though you saw almost everything and you thought he had cheated on you with her.

THERE FOR YOU. You suffer from type one diabetes, you have always been careful with your treatment and you make sure that your glucose monitor is under control, and even Nick makes sure of that too. Until one day you got too careless and had a diabetic attack, in which Nick helped you.

PERMANENT HONEYMOON. +18 | Even after almost half a year of dating you and Nick couldn't keep your hands off each other. One night on a trip you guys had been on with Lion and Jenna, you both took it to another level, which brought Lion to another level of exasperation.

SHE. You were the girl who won Nick's heart from adolescence, but because of the work of one of your parents you had to leave the country, leaving him behind with a broken heart. Years later you reappear, and just when Nick thought he could win you over once and for all, you announce that you're about to marry someone else.

DRESS. +18 | Nick organized a romantic dinner for just the two of you for Valentine's Day, he showered you with his attention all day, gave you a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers, an occasional expensive gift and last but not least, all of his affection. When both arrived from the restaurant, both found a way to show each other how much you love each other.

YOU'RE JUST DRUNK. You and Nick had a story, at first everything was perfect and rose-colored, until a couple of years after both started the relationship he knew you weren't what he expected. You began to change, behaving in a toxic and manipulative way, in addition to having cheated on him. He broke up with you but even after a year the two of you broke up, you still had feelings for him, starting for months a kind of twisted "game" that he always fell for because you had always been his weakness after all.

THOSE DAYS. +18 | Nick is the best boyfriend you could have asked for, and he knows you pretty well when you're sexually frustrated by your period. And he is more than willing to help you with that.

THE ISLAND. +18 | After your wedding with Nick, he takes you to the place where you would start your honeymoon.

THE BEST PASTRY CHEFS. You and Nick decide to make chocolate chip cookies, only he won't stop eating the chocolate chips.

ALL OF THE GIRLS YOU LOVED BEFORE. Your dream was always to be a singer, and Nick always supported you in the process, being your biggest fan when you achieved your dream.

CARING HANDS. He can't help but have his hands on you all the time, and you can't help but let him.

LITTLE PRINCESS. Nick adores your daughter, he would do and give anything for her.

REMATCHES. You and Nick didn't like each other, or at least that's what you made people see.

I LOVE YOU TOO. Part 2 of Wish You Were Sober | After the events that occurred at that party, you avoided Nick at all costs, but he managed to get the two of you to agree and confess to you what he feels.

CLOSER. +18 | It's the hottest day of the year, so you and Nick go in the pool, but the heat takes over both of you, leading you to warm up in another way.

PRETTY GIRL. You are best friends with Noah, when you first went to her new house you met Nick, her stepbrother, and immediately you both had a crush on each other.

KISS AND MAKE UP. You and Nick had been in a situationship, neither wanted nor was looking for something formal, but still neither of you was immune to getting jealous that the other was with someone else.

YOU'LL COME BACK TO ME. Part two of She. | After Nick confessed to you—unintentionally—that he still had feelings for you, you decide to break off your engagement to your fiancé.

I NO LONGER WRITE FOR NICK LEISTER.

[jjmaybankswifeyx]

what if

jj maybank was ur boyfriend but he was a prick to you and was cheating and being horrible and rafe fucks u in the window of ur bedroom and jj is stood outside your window watching rafe fuck u and jj starts palming himself moaning “fuck yn” regretting what he did.

[jjmaybankswifeyx]

orgasmic song ngl

[jjmaybankswifeyx]

PLEASE STEAL ME IDC TIE ME UP AND LOCK ME AWAY WITH U THE WAY ID HOP ON THAT SO FAST!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

[jjmaybankswifeyx]

lmao okay