#BrothersBestFriend

[tommydarlings]

evil pair of arms | c.l

pairing: dark!dom!charles x sub!sainz!reader

warnings: smut, dark, cnc, dacryphilia, manipulation, possessive behaviour, brief mentions of sexual harassment

w/c: 1.1k

summary: after you’ve been sexually harassed by a guy on a party, you run into the arms of your brothers best friend and teammate, Charles — the worst pair of arms you could have possibly ran into. (based off of this request)

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You were on the edge of tears as you hastily walked through the big crowd of people that collected themselves in the kitchen, quickly wiping some of your tears away as you bumped into someone.

“Oh god, I’m so-! C-Charles?” You furrowed your brows as you stared up at the best friend of your brother, carlos.

Charles briefly smiled down at you before he noticed your tears and red cheeks, smile immediately falling again, hands reaching up to softly caress your upper arms, “Y/n, what happened? Are you hurt?” His tone got a bit deeper and visibly more intimidating as he asked that question with a dark gaze.

You shook your head, gulping some of the fresh tears down before you nervously spoke up, “T-There was this guy and he j-just wouldn’t let me g-go but I was luckily a-able to run away before he c-could do anything,” you cried before Charles placed his big palm behind your head, pulling you into his embrace, head now laying on his chest as you continued sobbing.

Charles stroked your head, “Shh, it’s okay,” he whispered, “it’s all good now, I got you…you’re safe with me,” he mumbled quietly into your ear,

“Who was he? What’s his name? What does he look-” but you quickly shook your head, wiping your tears away as he continued calming you down, “N-No, it happened and…I just w-want to be as far a-away as possible from him n-now, okay?” You looked up at him.

He slowly nodded with a dark gaze, “okay,” Charles muttered before he took you by your hand and led you out of the kitchen, without saying anything, you simply followed the monaguesque.

- - -

“You’re still a bit scared, aren’t you?” Charles asked you with a worrying facial expression as he locked the door of the bedroom that the two of you entered behind him, gaze not leaving yours as you slowly nodded,

“A b-bit, yeah,” you admitted as you gulped, eyes briefly scanning the room as he walked towards you, standing right in front of you now,

Charles placed his palms onto your upper arms again, caressing your cold skin, “oh C'mere,” your brothers best friend mumbled before he pulled you into his embrace once again, fingers caressing your back while he placed his chin on top of your head.

“You ran into the right arms, mon amour…trust me,” Charles suddenly said in an undertone, surprising you with that statement.

You furrowed your brows, hands slowly sliding away from his body but he only tightened his hold on you, making you gulp as his hand squeezed your waist, “W-What do you m-mean, Charles?”

Charles didn’t say anything for a few seconds, as if he had to properly think about what to say next before he finally spoke up,

“I mean… you could have ran into the arms of anybody, of any other…men,” he took a deep breath, “but you choose to run into my arms,” he removed his chin from the top of your head, gazing down at you with now visibly darker eyes.

Suddenly, he slowly leaned in, mouth hovering above your ear now, “worst choice you could have possibly made,” Charles whispered in a deep and raspy tone before he swiftly picked you up and basically threw you onto the bed, quickly pinning your hands down so you couldn’t fight him as he ran his nose along your jaw and gently touched your neck with his lips.

You trashed around under his body, but it was no use… he only pinned you harder down onto the bed and swiftly but his knee between your legs, making you slightly jump as it touched your clit through your panties after he moved your dress out of the way.

Charles chuckled as he noticed your little jump, lips now gliding along the crook of your neck as he probably left red and blue marks on your wrists from how tight he was holding you,

“Did you also pathetically trash around like that when mark touched you?” You were shocked… how did he now know the name of the man that tried to touch you without your consent? You haven’t told him.

The monaguesque caught your suprised gaze, looking down at you with a smug grin now, “I told him to upset you and make you cry, told him that I would be sure that you would run into my arms since you barely know anyone here expect for me,” he shrugged as his hands squeezed your wrists, making tears shoot into your eyes again.

“W-What?” You gasped as Charles rubbed his knee against your clothed clit, making you roll your eyes into the back of your head and moan in a loud tone.

You hated that he made you moan and fell like that, but you couldn’t help it… your body betrayed your mind.

Your brothers best friend smiled at you as he caught your facial expression and moan, licking his lips before he glanced down at his knee, grin widening as you tried to squeeze your legs shut and chuckling again as he noticed how you weren’t able to do it since his knee was in between your trashing legs.

“A-Are you serious?” You cried out, “You knew it a-and you still comforted m-me?” You whined in a high pitched tone as he brought his knee even closer to your cunt, rubbing sadly the perfect circles onto your clit with it before he rolled his eyes in annoyance,

“Of course I comforted you, I will always have my arms open for you, ma cherié,” Charles whispered whilst he brushed some of your hair out of your face, grinning down at you with a dark gaze as he spoke up again, “You’ll never be able to run or hide from me, baby,” Charles caressed your wet cheeks with his thumbs.

You sniffled and gasped as he said those scary words in a deep and raspy tone to you, his dark gaze still lingering upon your fearful facial expression as his knee drove your body absolutely crazy, “g-god,” you threw your head back as your legs started to tremble even harder.

“Is she gonna cum, hmm? Is my pretty little girl gonna cum for me and only me?” Charles smiled down at you with raised brows as his knee continued pleasuring you,

“do it, mon amour…let it all go, show me how bad the little Mrs. Sainz actually is, okay?” the monaguesque smirked down at your trembling body before you arched your back and came, gasping for air as Charles's hands didn’t let your wrists go, still pinning you down.

“That’s it,” he mumbled with a smirk, fingertips stroking your face, “You will from now on alway come to me when you need something, understood? I am the only one that can give you anything you want, baby,” he mumbled deeply, “absolutely anything.”

[lonelyparty]

shifted

a fic in which geto suguru is your brother's best friend

wc: 2.3k

18+ // minors dni

cw: nsfw, toxic geto, toxic reader, toxic relationships, smut, very light nanago in the middle, degradation, choking, gagging, lots of tears and drool, creampie

If you had to describe your big brother’s childhood best friend in ten words or less you’d say the following: He’s a slick asshole, kinda insane, but hot as fuck. If Geto Suguru asked, though? You’d just list off all of the qualities that should negate the fact that whenever you look at his face you just want to sit on it, but in fact just makes it that much harder.

“Remember when we were younger and you insisted that the two of you were going to get married and have 10 kids?” your brother asked as the three of you reminisced about your childhood while sharing a blunt.

Geto turns to you, half lidded eyes red and smug, “Yes, remember that?”

“I was 5? At that age I was still believing in the easter bunny and laying traps for tooth fairies,” you roll your eyes.

“You were always such a freak,” Geto teases, smoke falling from his nose as he laughs.

Your eyes catch on to the small bite in his lip that he adds at the end. It almost has you wanting to screw him on the balcony of your shared apartment. You didn’t, of course, your brother was there. 

“Only in your fantasies,” you snarl, snatching the blunt from his fingers and taking a hit of your own. You pass it over to your brother after a couple of more hits. He doesn’t seem to pay either of you any mind, staring up in space like the usual 5-blunt smoke out the three of you do once a week.

He bites the tip of his tongue, before shaking his head, “I don’t think so. You’re nasty, aren’t ya? Filthy even?”

The desire in your stomach pools. You’re reminded of your brother as he reaches over to hand off to Geto again. Geto’s eyes remain fixed on you as he inhales with a satisfied smirk. You’re calling upon the God you may or may not believe in to get the strength to not climb him like a tree.

You lean over into his personal space, taking the blunt that Geto offers to you. You lift your hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. You inhale, ghosting the hit before leaning in.

Geto looks confused for a bit before your lips ghost his, blowing the smoke down his throat. He’s inhaling before he even knows what’s going on. His body stiffens, eyes moving to look at your brother who’s passed out in his bean bag. But you can see it still, the hunger. Something the both of you share. But you’ll be damned if you gave this prick what he wanted without a little work.

When he tries to press further, you lean back. A small smile forms on your face at his confused expression. You chuckle at his expense, and pout.

“Guess you’ll never know,” you replied innocently, using the ashtray to snub out the roach. You stand from your seat and wave, “Goodnight, Suguru.”

-

Geto can’t recall when the shift occurred. You were always a brat; the way of acting never changed. But his feelings about your behavior definitely took a turn. Behavior that once boiled Geto’s blood in anger is now pumping a different kind of feeling.

It only got worse on your 21st birthday, with Gojo as his catalyst.

Geto wouldn’t call himself a jealous man, but there was something about the way you spoke to him. All sweet with bright smiles. Coupled with the fact that neither of you could keep your hands to yourselves.

Okay, the previous statement was definitely a lie. He may or may not have ruined your chances with other people to ensure nothing… intimate was going on with you and whoever else. Making sure to always be around in your shared apartment with your brother. Giving dirty looks and smug comments. He’s just very fortunate that your brother travels for work in that aspect.

The difference is, Gojo is only here because of Geto. He extended an invitation for him to tag along at the club for your birthday, So, it’d be quite telling, even to your slightly inebriated brother, if Geto created a small rift in the middle of this club just to get that blue-eyed bastard to leave you the fuck alone. Though the strength continues to leave him the longer your hand lingers on Gojo’s slightly exposed pec.

When Gojo finally tears away from you to go bother the only person in the club that he actually knew, Geto’s eyes narrow slightly. And the closer he gets, the deeper the deeper his eyebrows furrow.

“What?” Gojo inquires innocently.

“What?” Geto mimics, mocking him. He tilts his head to the side, staring at Gojo’s lips. His eyes squint in the dim, strobe-lit nightclub they’re in. “Your lips?”

“I think it's Fenty,” Gojo answers, wiping off the excess gloss on his lips. He laughs at the look that must reflect in Geto’s eyes. “What? If you were trying to kiss as many people as you possibly can to beat a personal best, I’d offer the same to you.”

“Oh.”

“Oh that’s right…” Gojo looks over his glasses, expression smug, “She made sure to let me know that you didn’t know that.”

Geto doesn’t incite a reply. Instead, he makes his way through the crowd. His eyes find you immediately, making out with one of the girls from another party group. It kind of makes sense now, the birthday sash and tiara. The purple, cold-shoulder dress you wore. You dressed to have all eyes on you. To kiss everyone.

Everyone except him.

As he approaches, your eyes meet him through the light. He can see the hint of a smirk in your eyes as you continue to make out with your latest conquest. Geto thinks he saw the person you’re making out with at your apartment a few times. Probably a project partner of some sort.

“Thank you for being such a good sport, love,” you smile, hugging them.

“Yikes, ‘good sport’. You probably didn’t hear that growing up a lot, did you?” Geto questions, making a point to walk in between the both of you. He hums, “At least you know when you get hungry, you have leftover lemon pulp in your teeth.”

Your jaw drops as you watch your classmate leave. “Geto, what the fuck-”

“I think I’m owed a kiss?”

You scoff, immediately tuned in to the station he’s on. “So it’s true what they say when it comes to the both of you. What’s yours is also mine and some other bullshit?”

“This was never about Gojo.”

“No,” you answer, releasing a few buttons on his shirt. You lean forward, hand cupping his face. Eyes hidden behind lashes, you tilt your head, “But he’s another major turning point. Remind me, how long ago was it since you watched me?”

-

Everything that you do is calculated. From a young age, your family members would say that you had a way of getting what you want. Manipulation is the most common word for it. It’s your greatest asset.

And that is exactly why Geto is attracted to you. You know it. He knows it. Even your brother knows it. It could be said that there’s something wrong with the both of you since you’re the same person. The main difference is your tactics. And that’s why yours is so effective.

Geto may not be able to recall when the shift in your relationship occurred, but you can. Because you planted that seed a long time ago.

It was the day of the very last time you said you’d marry him, when he graduated high school and moved on to college with your big brother. There was no way an 18 year old would pay attention to a 13 year old, so you waited. Luck was on your side that the next time you saw him, it’d be two years later.

My little sister! The worst words to greet your future wife after not seeing them for 2 years. But you were 15, you understood.

Your plan really kick started after you turned 18. When you had time to perfect your craft during your teenage years. Watching Geto for so long, you were bound to know what he likes and dislikes. You grew up in each other’s faces, it was inevitable.

But the years of pent up rage from being referred to as a ‘little sister’ left you with a grudge that you couldn’t scratch. So you did what anyone else would, and started getting on his nerves even more. Punishing him with sharp words, carefully placed innuendos, and sensual touches.

All in the hopes of getting him to absolutely ravish you.

And just when you were going to give up on this idiot for truly thinking your brother gave a single fuck about what went on between the two of you… something amazing happened when Geto fucking Suguru watched you get fucked by a classmate through the crack of your bedroom door. The both of your eyes fixed on each other, and a significant change in your enthusiasm as he watched you get fucked by another man and you knew.

You had him where you wanted him.

-

Geto’s eyes move from your face to your brother’s figure at the other end of the club. He looks to be ready to head out soon, wrapped around his long time girlfriend. He tracks down Gojo and isn’t shocked to see that he managed to drag Nanami here as well. The younger male looks apologetic to everyone as he practically drags Gojo out of the club. There’s something in the way that Gojo looks that reminds Geto to make fun of his useless pining because the blond is as smitten with Gojo as Gojo is with him.

Realistically, he knew that because of this, Gojo was never a threat. None of them are, if he’s being honest. Geto knows and he knows that you do, too. The rules of the crazy game the two of you created in your minds would have a good majority of people ready to just call it quits. But Geto will be damned if he had to endure another three fucking years of this torture.

So, instead of playing along, he instead grabs you by the throat. Your smirk is gone when his fingers force their way into your mount, thumb and forefinger holding your tongue to effectively shut you up.

“This is what’s going to happen,” Geto says casually. His eyes move to the crowd as he leans forward, “I am going to offer to get us an Uber to my place. Use a lame excuse of giving those two their privacy at your apartment. In the meantime, you will behave yourself. If I so much as see you breathe at someone else in any other way that isn’t friendly, I won’t feel inclined to be nice.”

He makes sure to emphasize his points with a firmer grip on your neck with every important word spoken. Your would be moans trapped in your throat where in his grip, words and shear attitude has you speechless for the first time in a long time.

“It's my turn now, baby girl.”

-

When you retell the story of your 21st birthday and someone asks what happened after you left the club, there will be a 30 minute gap between your departure from the club and the current position Geto has you in. And it’s not because your night is forgetful, but only because you’ve lost count of how many orgasms he’s given you.

The second the both of you walked into his apartment, he ripped off your birthday girl sash, tossed your tiara to the counter and literally tore you out of your dress in anticipation. By the time you reached your third orgasm in his fucking hallway by his fingers alone, you knew this was everything you had hoped for.

And Geto wasn’t done, no. He was far from it.

Because when he finally got you into the bedroom, the intensity increased again. Your jaw hurts from how roughly he fucked his dick down your throat. Your make up effectively ruined. The only thing that remains untouched by those sinfully thick fingers being your hair and that’s only because you behaved yourself so well in the club.

And when he finally fucked into you for the first time? Well, it felt like everything fell into place perfectly. He is rough. Fingers digging into your hips as he fucks you up, down, backwards and sideways.

“Shit!” you gasp as you come undone once again, gushing around Geto’s cock again because there’s nothing that he can’t fucking do. He remains rock hard in your depths, slowly down to a stop to give you time to catch your breath again. “Oh my god-”

He tsks, “I thought I told you to: Shut. Up.”

One of his hands leave your waist to your mouth, where he shoves his fingers into your mouth like he did earlier. Except, this time, he’s taking satisfaction in the way you choke around his fingers.

“Much better,” he hums, pistoning his hips once again.

You moan around his fingers, drool now mixing with the tears on his pillow. The sound your pussy makes is obscene. Never have you ever been so wet for… anyone to be honest. And as his thick cock continues to fuck into your g-spot like his life depends on it, you come to realize that this is the best birthday ever.

“Let’s go for one more, yea?” Geto questions when he feels your walls clamp around his cock once again. He knows you can’t respond with three fingers down your throat effectively shutting you up. But he continues, “Show me how nasty this pussy gets.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your stomach twisting and turning yet again. In the back of your mind, you register just how sloppy Geto is getting. He’s close, too.

When his fingers exit your mouth to play with your swollen clit while the other moves to your breast, forefinger and thumb rolling your nipple hard, you lose your mind. The floodgates open, and, for the fourth time tonight, you squirt. And this time, Geto cums alongside you, fucking his seed into your depths with a grunt.

a/n: abrupt ending bc i deadass couldnt be bothered, but be on the look out for a pt 2 🙈🙈

[seretonin-please]

(Just trying something new with my writing lol unedited- )

His new religion ~

His thumb smeared the glittery lipgloss across her lips. She looked up at him, waiting, wanting. The look in her eyes was uncertain yet excited. He carefully parted her lips, gently placing the pad of his thumb flat on her tongue.

Her siren eyes stared into him as she curved her tongue around his thumb. The look she gave him brought out something in him. He wasn’t one to do things like this, especially not in the dark hallway of his best friend's home. But she always managed to bring out the worst parts of him. She tantalizes him, she knows she does. She makes him greedy and he makes her…

He pulled his thumb out of her mouth, replacing it with his own. Her taste, her scent, everything. Everything about her drove him crazy. His fingers traced over her collar bones, to her shoulders, down to her waist. His tongue hungrily licked at hers, feeling the piercing she has on her tongue.

His hands went to her ass, then slightly lower to her thighs, she smiled into the kiss immediately knowing what he wanted. Wordlessly she wrapped her arms around his neck and jumped. He caught her with no problem and eagerly pressed her against the wall. She parted the kiss panting heavily, a knowing smile on her face as he chased her lips.

“I thought you said last time was the last time?” She teased.

“Kiss me.” He pleaded. Desperate to feel every part of her again.

She brushed her lips against his, feeling herself grow more excited in other places as she felt him press himself against her. She loved the look he gave her, the way he looked at her like he’d stop breathing if she’d so much as take her eyes off of him for a second.

She gave him what he wanted, pressing her lips against his, laughing into it as she felt him jolt. The simplest touch of hers electrifying him.

Tonight again he belonged to her, but she and him both knew that he’d belong to her for as long as she’ll have him.

[authorbiancawilcox]

My Favourite What If (Chapter 1)

Falling in love with your brother’s best friend is a big no-no, but that’s not why I’m panicking right now.

I’m panicking because not only is Kyle Johnson my brother’s best friend, but he’s also my new boss. I look down at my phone in my hands, feeling like I might faint if I don’t sit down.

It had never been a problem, my crush on Kyle. Of course, it made it awkward hanging out with my brother if he was there too, and it did lead to some embarrassing moments when I would get flustered seeing him shirtless when he stayed over, but those were small things. 

The message is from my brother, Andy, who I love, but sometimes he gets me in trouble when I could do without it. Andy is away right now, at university studying to become a dentist. Unlike him, I hadn’t wanted to do any other schooling after I graduated. Which he somehow thought I needed help with, since I hadn’t been able to get a job for the past few months.

Hey Hanna, Kyle said he has a position as his secretary…

Why does he always have to do this? I skim my eyes over the rest of the message, and it’s even worse than I thought. He actually told Kyle I needed the job, and that I would be happy to do it. Well, I guess I’m screwed. I don’t bother answering him; he can’t be stuck in left on read jail, and I instead open my messages with Kyle. Or lack thereof. 

I nibble my lip and look at our bare message history. The exchanges we have had were along the lines of talking about Andy or asking for the wifi password. I’m only two years younger, but we don’t talk. Maybe if we had, this wouldn’t be so awkward. 

I decided to bite the bullet and send him a message. It’s 8 AM on a Sunday, so I’m not sure if I’ll get a response anytime soon. I put my phone on silent and finish my bowl of soggy cereal. Mum has already left for her job at the daycare down the road, so really I can just lounge around all day.

I check my phone, and my heart drops. No response from Kyle, and it’s been ten minutes. I can lounge around all day, maybe watch some TV, but I can’t. Instead, I shower and dress in a comfy sundress, tying my brown hair into a bun. I start in the kitchen and work my way out until four hours later, the house is clean.

I grab myself a cold glass of pink lemonade and flop onto the couch. It’s only then that I remember Kyle, and I check my phone. My heart skips a beat when I see his text.

***

I hadn’t had a job before, but my mother made sure I was prepared to go to interviews. 

I walk into the glass doors of the tall building, dressed in a slim pencil skirt, a dark pink blouse, and professional but still cute flats. I look the part, if only I could feel it. I swallow around the scream that wants to escape my throat and walk up to the front desk. A lady is seated behind it, maybe a few years older than me. When she sees me, she smiles, and I feel myself break into a sweat. I don’t know if I can do this, work underneath him.

Kyle isn’t the owner of Liceno Hills Paper, but his father is. If I do anything wrong, if I get fired from this job, not only will I burn a bridge with Kyle, but I will with one of the most important people in Liceno Hills. No pressure, right?

“Hi, I’m here for my first day? Hanna Jones.” The words don’t sound right coming from my mouth, and she shoots me a sympathetic smile. So it’s not just me feeling like I’m dropping the ball on this, am I? She writes on a sticky note the floor, and tells me it’s the door at the end of the hall. Kyle’s office, where I’ll meet him and he’ll talk me over my job. Surely being a secretary won’t be too difficult, right?

I fold the note and tuck it in my purse, and thank her. The elevators are on the left, and I hop inside. I press the third floor. I didn’t need the paper, but it’s nice to have anyway. The ride up isn’t long enough to get rid of all my nerves, but it helps to get rid of most. The hall that the elevator door opens on is short and void of any doors besides the one at the end. I frown and think back on the receptionist’s instructions. I hope I don’t look as helpless as I apparently seem, especially in front of Kyle.

I walk down the hall, feeling myself tremble a little, and knock on the thick, oak door. At first, there’s nothing, and I check my watch. 9 AM on the dot, and from Kyle’s messages, even a little after 9 was fine on my first day, in case I had gotten lost. I knock again, and this time, there’s an answer. The door swings open, and in the doorway, dressed in a suit and tie stands Kyle. I’ve only ever seen him in sweats and loose tees, and years ago in a school uniform. Seeing him in a well-fitted suit, with his hair combed back and face clean-shaven, it’s almost impossible not to swoon. I get myself under control and smile up at him.

Be professional, he is helping you out.

“Hi, Hanna.” He steps out of the door and waves me in. His office is large enough for two desks and a few comfortable-looking chairs against the wall, but other than that, it’s bare. Even Kyle’s desk is bare, with only a monitor on top. No picture frame, no bit of personality. I flick my eyes back to my brother’s best friend and feel myself color as I catch his eyes, already staring at me. Being professional is going to be a lot harder than I thought.

I can hardly concentrate on what Kyle, Mr. Johnson, tells me, but I get the gist of it. For today, answer calls, answer emails, and rearrange his work calendar around said emails. Later on, he says as he leans over my shoulder and types something on my new keyboard, I’ll have a hand in the harder stuff. I breathe in his cologne, and dangerous thoughts fill my head.

I turn to him, and he’s so close that I can count the smattering of freckles over his nose. He goes to say something, and I wait for it. He looks away, and then must decide on something else. Standing straight, Kyle moves out of my space and back over to his desk. I miss his warmth, but I’m also thankful that I didn’t make a fool out of myself.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Johnson.” I give him a shaky smile and toy with the edge of my pencil skirt. There’s a moment of silence between us before he nods and sits down.

I blow out a slow sigh and turn to start reading emails.

-

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[lovelyyleilani]

I love these type of twitter posts, they always knock me right out of my writers block, here's a little introduction based on my results, lmk what you think!

KILLER PREDICAMENT

**Just an intro**

TW// vague sibling abuse, mentions of alcohol, cheating, death

On the days where my mother was too drunk to care about us and my father was too busy with his other family, my brother was all I had.

He was 8 years older than me and used to call me “the accident”. He made it his job to teach me that I was nothing like him as a way to spite the life I never asked for. He turned everything shiny and new into a darkness so deep, not even grown-ups would dare to venture there, not even for a treasure chest of dreams. He made me question my purpose; he made me love funerals.

They simply put a spotlight on if your life was beautiful or a waste and that’s made living with him so much easier because I knew where we both stood. You’ve lived a beautiful life when people can stand in front of your decorated corpse and talk about the good times they had with you.

But as I watch him being lowered into the snow and dirt, even surrounded by people shallowly telling his somber, fraudulent story, I can’t help but feel a semblance of peace, because he’s finally where he belongs.

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let me know what you think, I'd be down to converting this into a script too tbh

[oddlyauthor]

How to get the girl (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/352028483-how-to-get-the-girl?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Heeblee&wp_originator=Pwv151mAKEfRxPII3xXC%2B5XTPbH8jO4PHlYXjTSvpd5wOyBUrAwekX00UEXr2SBdKrWt3yMU09CoWaJEVuIOK1aBLMglyw2v6T7EcBQ0GGjpkpwlzf6Upqn4M4tiTfl1

 Mavis Castillo who is a fanatic and lover of Taylor Swift has a long time boyfriend that is nonchalant in every possible way. Together with her lover, Ryle Cameron, Mavis must overcome her difficulties in academics and employment while also coping with her aloof and distant partner. Everything turned different when Logan Cooper, his brother's best friend, became her instructor. Mavis believed that all of the unpleasant events that had happened to her was because of Logan as he always showed up whenever she got into trouble. Will Mavis be able to maintain a neutral opinion of Logan? Or will it turn into something unexpected?

[kadijahs-world]

🎶 Total Chaos Excerpt Reveal 🎶 ♬ 𝗧𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘀: a friends to lovers, runaway bride, rock star romance by Nikki Ash is releasing January 5th! While we wait, check out this excerpt… Declan I pour another double shot and am bringing it up to my lips when a feminine voice, one I would recognize anywhere, says, “Drinking alone?” “Got no one to drink with.” I swallow down my shot, set the glass on the bar top, and glance at the gorgeous woman occupying the seat next to me. Her naturally blond hair is pulled around to the side in a braid that would make most women look young and childish, but it looks sexy as f*ck on her. With her hair swept up, leaving her face completely visible, the light makeup she’s sporting makes her bright blue eyes pop and her lips look glossy and plump. She smiles softly at me while she removes her jacket, hanging it over her chair and revealing a long-sleeved white shirt that shows off the swells of her breasts, skintight jeans that, if she were to stand, would showcase her toned legs and ass, and those fluffy boots women always wear. My gaze ascends back to her face, and I notice her eyes are a bit glassy and the area under her eyes a tad swollen, like she’s been crying and did a good job of covering it up. “You okay?” Scrunching up her adorable button nose—that, when she’s not wearing makeup, houses a cluster of freckles—she waves me off while she grabs the bottle and pours herself a shot, slinging it back. “How’s Gage?” “Alive.” Her eyes flit over to me. “Because of you.” “No, he almost died because of me.” I reach for the bottle, but she pours the shot for me, then hands me the glass. “You saved his life, Dec.” Her words are soft and matter of fact, but they don’t change the guilt I feel about everything that went down. “His life never should’ve needed saving in the first place.” I down the shot and slam the glass on the table, glaring at her. “It wasn’t your fault,” she insists. “Yeah, it f*cking was.” #totalchaosexcerptreveal #excerptreveal #totalchaosnikkiash #interconnectedstandalones #kindleunlimited #amazon #preorder #mustread #friendstolovers #brothersbestfriend #rockstarromance #loveandlyricsseries #enticingjourney https://www.instagram.com/p/CmxWVJ_PBbt/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ginnysterling]

Love tropes!! What are your favorite tropes to read? #reader #writersofinstagram #lovebooks #lovetropes #enemiestofriends #brothersbestfriend #agegap #grumpysunshinetrope #blinddate #fatedmates #timetravel #forcedproximity #soulmates #starcrossedlovers https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp1CwxwL_7S/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[joyffree]

It's love at frost sight with Winter Blues by Nicole Dykes!

Pick up the Snowed In Anthology today to read this grumpy/sunshine MM romance!

💙MM Romance ❄️Snowed In 💙Brother's Best Friend ❄️College 💙Grumpy/Sunshine

[amber-ivanka]

The Chain Islands: If They Knew Me...(Series Book 1) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/177638243-the-chain-islands-if-they-knew-me-series-book-1?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Amber_Ivanka 

The story follows the tumultuous lives of its characters as thy navigate the pressures of High Society. It centers around Kayetana(Kaye) and her family, as she navigates the treacherous waters of high school dynamics, dealing with past trauma, social scandals, and the power plays of the High Society. Her resilience and determination to reclaim her narrative are central to the plot. The complex family dynamics of the Founding Families and Kaye's family and the dark, vengeful nature of her father, Victor Burchart add layers of intrigue and tension to the personal and political aspect of the plot. Themes of power, revenge, family loyalty, and personal growth are explored, creating a rich and immersive must-read.

[puresolacex]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

After being introduced to Dallas in Rustic Hearts, I already knew her vivacious and rambunctious spirit would continue to be my absolute favorite… and Myer?! He’s the golden retriever book boyfriend I never knew I wanted… until 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

(𝙁𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙝 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 & 𝘼𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙤𝙣)

[lia-cstreets-blog]

The Playbook - #1 Of fears and tears (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1400256754-the-playbook-1-of-fears-and-tears?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=ECStreets 

Laia has come back to her childhood home after many years with a backpack full of secrets and a hope to bury them. 

But, meeting her childhood crush, dashing and cold football player Austin seems to awaken new feelings that endanger her wish to live a peaceful life. 

Hot-headed, dreamy, and with a taste for the forbidden, he takes this new opportunity the universe has given them to drive her crazy. 

Can Laia resist him? Can they work through the ghost of their past? Or will they be consumed by the fire of the present?

[itslxndyn]

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑻𝑺® (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/368342057-%F0%9D%91%BB%F0%9D%91%AF%F0%9D%91%AC-%F0%9D%91%BA%F0%9D%91%BB%F0%9D%91%B9%F0%9D%91%AC%F0%9D%91%AC%F0%9D%91%BB%F0%9D%91%BA%C2%AE?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Itz_Lxndyn This is an story about a teenage girl who had a rough upbringing and fell in love with her brothers friend who was tied into the streets. READ TO FIND OUT MORE 💗.

[authorbiancawilcox]

Kyle's POV

My Favourite What If: A Short Story. Free on Amazon.com, with Kindle Unlimited.

[renrites]

Freefall (on Wattpad)

 Spoilt Dalia Ahsan is kicked out of her apartment for not paying her rent she is forced to move in with her player brother and his best friends who, unbeknownst to her, would cut off their fingers to fuck her. Well ... all except one, Jake Black. When drunk Dalia and Jace kiss at a party, their whole lives change... for better and for worse Book #1 of the UCBH series