#this is it guys this is all i’ll talk about now

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home safe | joaquín torres x fem!reader

Pairing: Joaquín Torres x Fem!Reader Summary: Joaquín's friends call you to come and pick him up after a night out at the bar where he can't stop talking about you. Warnings: Mentions of drinking, being drunk and alcohol. Word Count: 1.5k A/N: I saw a TikTok where a golden retriever boyfriend got so excited when he saw his girlfriend turn up at the bar and my first thought was 'That's so Joaquín' so here this is 😂 Enjoy 💗

Making the most of a rare Friday night alone, you’re about to crack open a new tub of ice cream when your phone buzzes on the counter beside you. With a sigh, you set down the spoon you’d been planning on digging into the ice cream with, and pick up your phone to read the message.

You assume that it’s going to be from Joaquin. He’d gone out to attend the Bachelor Party of one of his best friends, leaving you home alone. He hated to go – he’d said at least twenty times that he wished you could come with him, but he understood that you needed time apart and that it was crucial to a healthy relationship to do things alone. But regardless, he always felt like something was missing when you weren’t there.

He’d also assured you that when he was ready to come home, he’d send you a text so that you could come and pick him up. He’d promised he wouldn’t stay too late, knowing that you would want to try and get a good night sleep as usual and he didn’t want you to have to go to bed without him. With Joaquin, you knew you could trust his word on that.

As you look at your phone, though, you’re surprised to see that the message isn’t from Joaquin, but from Eddie, one of his friends who was also attending the Bachelor Party.

Joaquin is ready when you are… seriously… save us…

You laugh a little as you read his message and quickly type out a reply. I’m almost tempted to leave you guys to deal with him for even longer. But I’ll head out shortly :) 

A little disappointed, you move to put the ice cream back in the freezer. It was going to have to wait until another night now. There’s only one reason why Eddie would be texting you – Joaquin had had too many drinks and was being his usual drunken self, somehow more extroverted than he already was. If anyone thought Joaquin couldn’t shut up when he was sober, then they’d never seen him drunk.

It doesn’t take you too long to get your things together and leave the house. You’ve changed out of your comfy clothes and put on something semi-presentable, knowing you’ll likely have to go inside the bar to bring your boyfriend out, and are in the car on your way towards the bar not long after. 

You send Eddie a text as you walk towards the bar. Whereabouts are you guys?

He surprisingly doesn’t take too long to reply. I’ll come to the front door and get you so you don’t get lost. It’s pretty packed in here. You’d probably hear us before you saw us.

You snort at his message, knowing it’s true, and head into the bar. Eddie is right – the bar is bustling, as expected for a Friday night. There are people everywhere, music pumping through the speakers and you wonder how anyone could have an enjoyable time here without wearing some pretty serious earplugs.

Someone calls out your name and you turn to see Eddie, standing not too far away from you. He beckons you over with a smile and then greets you with a quick hug. All of Joaquin’s friends love you and consider you as much of a friend to them as he is.

“Thanks for coming so fast,” Eddie says as the two of you start to walk back to where he’d come from. “Joaquin… he seriously has not shut up about you since we got here. You’d think that he was the one getting married instead of Mateo.”

You smile to yourself at the thought. “I mean, as far as I’m aware, we’re not,” you say, amused. “I’m sure that it’s just the alcohol though. You and I both know how he gets.”

Eddie laughs. “He hasn’t even had that much to drink compared to some of us.”

As you get closer towards the table where the rest of the group are, you can hear their laughter and loud voices just as Eddie had said. You hear Joaquin’s laugh and instantly smile as you finally lay eyes on him. His cheeks are a little flushed from the alcohol and the smile on his face sets butterflies off in your stomach. 

You can see when he spots you in the crowd just from the way his eyes light up. His jaw drops and then morphs into a grin that takes over his entire face. “Angel!” Joaquin’s voice is loud, impressively so. Despite the loud music, several people turn their heads to look at him.

Before you can even take one more step closer to him, Joaquin is up and away from the booth, running towards you and barrelling straight into you. He picks you up, spinning you around in a circle as you laugh. You’re pretty sure he’s never been happier to see you.

“Angel, what are you doing here?” He exclaims, setting you down on the ground again. 

You laugh, resting your arms over his shoulders. “I was requested to come and pick you up,” you say, meeting Eddie’s eyes. “Apparently my boyfriend couldn’t stop talking about me? And I’m pretty sure Mateo is the one who’s meant to be talking about his girlfriend all night instead of you, baby.”

Joaquin looks over his shoulder at his friends. “You guys called in reinforcement?” He says, pretending to be shocked as if he’s not extremely happy to see you. “Listen, Mateo has been talking plenty about his soon to be wife so I figured it was only fair I add in my share.”

Over at the booth, you hear Mateo snort. “I’ve heard you say your girl’s name so many more times than I’ve said mine, Joaquin,” he calls. “Thanks for coming to save us, by the way. We love spending time with your man but I think he loves you more.” His voice is amused.

“You’re so welcome,” you call back. 

Joaquin moves to stand beside you, but he still wraps an arm around your waist, becoming his touchy self again now that you’re here. You’re surprised to see that he isn’t actually as drunk as you had been expecting. Clearly, though, the few drinks he had consumed had made him insufferable enough to his friends.

“Are you guys kicking me out or something?” Joaquin says beside you, pouting a little as he looks over at his friends. “Man, I thought we were having a good night. It’s not even midnight yet!” 

Not that he’s disappointed at the fact that this means he can go home and spend the rest of the night curled up in bed with you… in fact, out of the two scenarios that one is definitely the better sounding one.

“Nah, bro,” Eddie shakes his head. “I’m heading out too, so are a few of us. I just got a text from my girl and she’s waiting for me in the car outside. I promised her I wouldn’t stay out too late. She finds it harder to sleep without me now that she’s pregnant, apparently.”

The simple confirmation that Joaquin isn’t the only one leaving is enough to perk his mood right back up. He leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek. “I’m just gonna go say bye to the guys and then we can go.” 

You nod, watching him as he heads over to say his goodbyes to everyone and send his well wishes to Mateo, since it’s the last time he’s going to see him before the wedding. It doesn’t take long, though, and soon enough he’s walking back over to you and taking your hand in his. All the boys yell their goodbyes to you as Joaquin leads you out of the bar.

Joaquin keeps hold of your hand while you leave the packed bar. He doesn’t let go even when you’re safely outside, happily trailing along behind you as you lead him over to where your car is parked.

“You know, when I saw you walk in tonight I was a little distracted,” Joaquin says as you stop beside the car and reach into your bag to get your keys out. “Mateo had just said somethin’ real funny and then I looked over and saw you and at first, I thought it couldn’t be you cause I knew you were at home. I just saw you and thought ‘Damn, that girl looks so much like my beautiful girlfriend.’”

“And then you realised it was me and basically jumped on me,” You chuckle, amused as you find the keys and unlock the car.

Joaquin places a hand on your hip. “Can you blame me for that, angel?”

You turn around and lean in to gently peck him on the lips. “I can’t,” you hum. “Now come on, it’s time to get you home and sober you up a bit.”

He smiles and leans in to open the car door for you. He might be a little drunk but he’s still a gentleman who can open the car door for his girlfriend. Once he’s inside, he rests a hand on your thigh as you pull away from the curb and head for home.

“Thanks for coming to get me, angel. Even if it kinda ruined your night alone.”

You glance over at him briefly to give him a reassuring smile. “Knowing that you’re coming home safe matters more to me than spending the rest of my night alone, baby.” 

[dollbrbie]

michael kaiser ʚ ɞ never getting rid of him

cw. bratz!reader , ex!kaiser , mentions of alcohol use , make up sex , rough sex , possessiveness

kaiser (do not reply) :

who’s that guy ur talking to??

1:02 am

kaiser (do not reply) :

don’t play w me yk i’ll come over and kick his ass

1:03 am

you roll your eyes at the texts that light up your phone screen. how unbelievably childish. kaiser has always been the type of guy that seems to believe you’re still his when you’re most definitely not. besides, you had been broken up for two months now, it was about time for the both of you to start moving on.

that’s why you found yourself talking to some guy at the club, drunk out of your mind, the one kaiser was conveniently also at. you wouldn’t even put it past him if he came only because he found out you were. he was a little crazy like that.

“yeah, but anyways as i was saying..”, you say, putting your phone on silent and back in your bag, smiling back up at the stranger.

you suddenly feel an arm snake around your waist, the hold way too familiar, “hey, baby.”, your ex boyfriend smiles, a hint of irritation in his eyes.

you scoff with an eye roll, “what do you want?”

“just wondering why this guy is talking to my girl is all.”, he shrugs nonchalantly, like he was really still your man.

“i’m not your fucking girl, kaiser.”

“uhh.. yeah i think i’ll head off.”, the guy you had previously been talking to says awkwardly, pulling a straight smile before wandering off into the crowd.

“what the fuck do you think you’re doing? i was talking to him! you can’t just show up whenever you feel like.”, you yell against the loud music echoing through your ears.

“y’still my girl whether you like it or not. you think i’m gonna let these loser guys think they have a chance with you?”

“i’m not your girl for fuck sake!”, you yell in frustration, “we broke up, don’t you get it? we’re done.”

you sigh in pure frustration before attempting to storm off, kaiser’s hand quick to grab your wrist to prevent that, “alright, hold on, please. just hear me out.”

you turn around, looking at his defeated face, causing your heart to thump, “why should i, though? it’s not like you deserve it.”

“i know, baby. i know.”, he admits, pulling you closer, “but can’t we just talk?”, he adds, “cmon?”

“fine. where?”

“oh- fuck.”, you whimper out as you feel kaiser bottom out inside you, “baby, please.”

“yeah? what is it, beautiful? use your words.”

you knew this would happen. it always does whenever you and kaiser go to ‘talk things out’. you always end up underneath him, fucking you like he’s never fucked you before. i guess that was one good thing about this.

“too much-”

“nah.. you can take it baby, cmon.”, he coaxes, seeing the way your body squirmed, knowing you were close to reaching your peak.

kaiser knew you and your body too well. the way your legs would squirm and your back would arch when that knot of pleasure would build up in your stomach. the way your nails would claw his back and your legs refused to stay still when it was getting too much.

he knew you like the back of his hand and he knew exactly how to tip you over the edge.

and just like his predictions, you arch your back as you mewl out, “m’gonna cum..”

“already, baby?”, he asks through a breathy laugh to which you nod frantically, your legs wrapping around kaiser’s waist, your pleasure so close to tipping over.

“go on then, cum for me, pretty.”, he coaxes once more, your orgasm spilling over the edge and shooting down your body, your head thrown back against the pillow as your eyes screw shut and your legs tighten around your ex’s waist.

kaiser continues fucking you through your orgasm, your beautiful whines sending him over the edge as he overstimulates your pretty pussy, “what? y’think i’m done? i’ve not even come yet.”, he adds, “and we have a lot of making up to do, don’t we?”

he kisses away your tears of pleasure, smiling to himself as he has you exactly where he wants you. he let you have your time believing you were standing on business. but you had always been his and he certainly won’t be letting you escape from his grasp again.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

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Texts from Home

Pairing: max verstappen x girlfriend!reader

summary: max keeps getting texts from his girlfriend — reminders to look after their ‘kids’

a/n: I have no idea how many of these I’ll be doing and i know I didn’t include reactions from every part of the weekend but I really love max and his lioness

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Rookie Comfort

y/n

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tagged: olliebearman, oscarpiastri, kimi.antonelli, jackdoohan, isackhadjar, gabrielbortoleto_, liamlawson30, fernandoalo_oficial, maxverstappen1

y/n: dinner with my rookies and baby daddy

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maxverstappen1: mijn leeuwin, why that caption? my lioness

↳y/n: well it’s the truth isn’t it?

↳user1: my lioness?? My heart

oscarpiastri: thanks for dinner!

↳y/n: of course darling!

↳user2: you guys really went out to dinner after the race??

↳oscarpiastri: Of course we did. I’m not gonna refuse free dinner!

↳user2: and they paid?? 🥹😭

↳maxverstappen1: of course we did!

user3: I love how they included all the rookies and oscar

↳jackdoohan: they couldn’t have kept us away

↳y/n: we wouldn’t have wanted to in the first place!

↳user4: ok but this is gonna be the best thing coming from this season, i just know it

charles_leclerc: you didn’t take me?

↳y/n: are you a rookie &/or my baby daddy

↳maxverstappen1: mijn leeuwin…

↳y/n: not right now babe, I’m talking with your mistress

↳maxverstappen1: he is not my mistress!

↳charles_leclerc: you are denying our love?

↳maxverstappen1: I’m going to run you over

landonorris: what? you didn’t invite me??

↳maxverstappen1: you aren’t a rookie

↳landonorris: neither is Nando??

↳fernandoalo_oficial: 🤨🤨🤨

↳user5: don’t worry Fernando! You’re a rookie to us! liked by fernandoalo_oficial, maxverstappen1, y/n

Private Messages, Max and y/n

Private Messages, Max and y/n, Kimi

Private Messages, Max and y/n

f1gossip

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f1gossip: during the first press conference today, Ollie and Gabriel talked about their Australia debut, their hopes for china, and dinner with their new grid parents

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user6: oh my god a conference with just rookies!

user7: no but I love this??

user8: god Ollie and Gabriel were so funny…

↳user9: I didn’t get to watch! What happened?

↳user8: basically one of the reporters kept asking questions about max and y/n and let me tell you — those guys have SO been adopted

↳user9: oh my god that’s so adorable?

↳user10: it really was

user11: y/n got Ollie a panda bear?? and got a matching one for baby lion?? my heart??

↳user12: shut up no way

↳user11: she did! Ollie talked about how apparently she saw it as she was leaving Australia for Monaco so she sent it ahead to china for him and got a matching plush/blanket for baby lion 🦁

↳user13: the way I would never let that bear go again…

user14: Gabriel and y/n…

↳user15: oh??

↳user14: oh it’s really nice! He was just saying he got her phone number before she left and they’ve been texting back and forth a lot — she’s apparently got mad skills and knowledge (I’m guessing from dating Yapstappen for years — she’s probably just absorbed it from him) and she’s been talking to him a lot about that

user16: dude Fernando’s face when he realized that Gabriel was texting y/n about that and not him…

↳user17: ngl that was one of my favorite parts of the interview

user18: no joke my favorite part has to be how offended Ollie looked when Gabriel said he was texting y/n!

↳user20: right?? He definitely needs to get his moms number now

Private Messages, Gabriel and y/n

Privates Messages, Jack and y/n

Privates Messages, Max and y/n

Private Messages, Y/N and the Redbull Rookies

Private Messages, Max and y/n

y/n has posted 2 stories

[Donut keeping me company during the race][my baby dad and my rookies 💙]

user21 replied lovingly — you look like you’re about to pop!

user22 replied donut picture!

danielricciardo replied baby verstappen!

↳y/n baby verstappen indeed! They’re currently practicing the drums on my ribs again…

↳danielricciardo uncle Daniel is coming to the rescue!

↳y/n good! We’re in need of some Danny ric time here in Monaco

maxverstappen1 replied they aren’t giving you trouble are they?

↳y/n no no no we’re all fine here! Just getting comfy to watch

↳maxverstappen1 good

↳y/n good luck my love

user23 replied go max!

user24 replied go jack!!

user25 replied (knocking on wood) jack is doing so good!

user26 replied congrats to your rookies

↳y/n they are doing good aren’t they?

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[piastrisun]

now i wonder why.

─────⠀ don’t smile series: part two.

pairings: lando norris + singer female character.

summary: after six months is too late to talk? or can it finally be fixed?

faceclaim: sabrina carpenter.⠀warning: none.

notes: officially turning this into a short series because i’m too invested to just leave it in two parts. i hope you enjoy it!!!! and sorry for taking too long on this.

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MARLENE’S CHATS: WHITNEY.

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LANDO’S CHATS: MAX FEWTRELL.

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marlene added to their story.

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username playing clairo? yeah you’re spiralling

chappellroan you look too pretty to be this sad

marlene LMAO I LOVE YOU

marlene i’ll get over it promise

chappellroan you won’t

marlene shhhhh i’m trying to get it together

username2 this better not be a sad album i’m not strong enough

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landonorris added to their story.

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username men will literally drive at 300km/h instead of going to therapy

georgerussell63 you’re not subtle at all

landonorris that’s the point

username2 YOU are the problem and YOU are the solution. fix it!!!!!

keeganpalmer just call her bro

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MARLENE’S CHATS: WHITNEY.

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landonorris thinking too much

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username about your ex? 😭😭

username2 i am thinking things and none of them should be shared on this app

username3 is this a bad time to say #needthat

username4 this is killing me

maxfewtrell i swear i’m deleting your account

username5 RUN LANDO RUNNNN

username6 ln4 lover first, human second

username7 at least the breakup is getting us FED

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LANDO’S CHATS: ALEX ALBON.

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marlene got diagnosed with severe melancholy so i had to leave the country to reconnect with nature

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clairo 🩷🩷

username i’m drooling

username2 wowowowow

coreyfogelmanis dream come true

username3 SHUT UPPPP they mean so much to me

whitneypeak YOU LEFT THE COUNTRY???? CALL ME WHEN U WAKE UP

marlene good morning to you too gorgeous 🤍

username4 she didn’t even tell her bff she took a flight to the other side of the world lmao

username5 she’s the most beautiful girl in the world but she has to do something silly every five minutes or she’ll die

username6 blondie of my life

milomanheim 😍

username7 okay girl we see you

username8 no we don’t. GET OUTTTTTT

username9 talk to him already ♥︎ liked by author

username9 SHE LIKED THIS

username8 just fell at my knees

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username he remembered the password and FOR WHAT 😭😭

username2 he can’t even pretend he’s happy anymore

username3 fr this is NOT the same guy who was acting like he was fine a few months ago

username4 are we gonna acknowledge the second picture bc…

username RIGHT those are literally marley’s ☹️

username5 why am i so invested in this

username6 am i the only one who feels like marlene’s been ignoring this man? like come on, he’s laying it out for her

username7 she liked this so i wouldn’t be so sure about that

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MARLENE’S CHATS: WHITNEY.

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MARLENE’S CHATS: LANDO.

©⠀piastrisun original work. please don’t translate, claim or repost any of my writing, 25’.

[concretejunglefm]

A little imagine scenario where you match with Noah on hinge.

God, you have no idea what compels you to do it, but when that final glass of wine tastes like regret and redownloading Hinge for the umpteenth time, you end up talking to a genuinely funny guy, with quick wit responses and nothing cliché. In just the first five messages alone he hasn’t asked for nudes or feet pics.

Honestly, it feels like a win.

One photo sent to your friend makes her believe he’s a catfish because no man who looks like that would be on a dating app. Tragic really—her words.

“Oh, he’s definitely a catfish.” “How is he a catfish?!” “Three photos, and they’re all ‘professional’ looking. Come on, I knew you were bad with dating apps, but I didn’t think you were that naive.” “We’ve been talking nonstop, and I didn’t get any ‘catfish vibes.’ Plus, we’ve agreed to meet up for a drink.” “All I’m saying is, good luck and don’t forget to text me ‘possum’ if it turns out to be a dud.” “Possum?” “Yeah, a code word for if you need help.” “Then why don’t I just text you ‘help’?” “Because only an idiot would do that.”

It could’ve been left there, a flirty little chat to satisfy your need for attention. But now, it’s Saturday, and you’re following the Google Maps directions he sent you to a small underground dive bar. At least if he’s planning on making you the protagonist of your own version of the movie “Fresh,” he had the decency to leave a guide to your whereabouts.

Noah: How far out are you?

You: About five minutes away

Noah: I’m waiting outside. I’m the guy wearing his own bands merch

You: Wow, wearing your own merch, isn't that kind of lame?

Noah: I did warn you I’m not the coolest

You: I’m expecting this date to be a snooze fest then and if it isn’t, I’ll be deeply disappointed

Noah: I hope I can live up to your low expectations

It’s no surprise that the date isn’t a snooze fest. In fact, it’s the most fun date you’ve had in a long time.

It all begins with a drink, leading you onto a local arcade where you compete for the top spot on an old-school street fighter game. The highlight of the night is when you emerge victorious, winning a stuffed animal from an arcade machine, which you affectionately present to him as a reminder of you and your date.

As the night draws to a close, he walks you back to your apartment, but not before making a detour to one of your favorite local ice cream parlors.

“So, am I as bad as they say on Google?” he asks, as you try to conceal your coy grin with another lick of your ice cream.

“In fairness, I wasn’t the one who searched you up on Google, my friend was.”

He bursts into laughter as if he had anticipated it.

“She believed you were a catfish,” you add, “and after searching you up on Google, she was absolutely certain of it.”

“A catfish, really?”

“She said—and I quote; ‘what guy looks like him and uses a dating app?’ It almost sounds too good to be true, or there might be something wrong with you.”

“It’s likely the latter.”

That makes you laugh because, while he may not believe he’s perfect, he feels remarkably close to it at this moment.

“Alright, then,” you say. “Tell me something that I can’t find out about you on Google?”

That amuses him; the corners of his mouth turn up into a grin before he willingly shares a story that would most certainly not be found on Google.

BSF: So...possum?

BSF: If you find yourself in your own version of Fresh, remember to not eat the meat.

You: Huh? Please stop talking about Fresh. And no, definitely not possum.

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HEARTBEAT

Choi Su-Bong x fem!reader

SUMMARY :”You start calling, you start crying. I come over, I’m inside you.”

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WARNINGS :cursing, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem!receiving) mentions of domestic violence, mentions of beheading and murder, cigarettes/smoking, dirty talk, violent language, mentions of toxic relationship, that’s it?

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A/N: im proud of this one, hope you enjoy. im so new to writing and im also failing english right now so be easy on me😭

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The rain hammered against your window, matching the ache that had settled into your chest.

You sat on the sofa, fingers lingering over the faint bruise on your left eye. A parting gift from you now ex boyfriend, piece of shit.

You were no stranger to aggression. Your junkie ex-boyfriend had been a storm of it—shattering picture frames, smashing lamps, driving his fist through drywall. But he’d never hit you.

Sure, he’d hurl things your way or pin you against the wall, his hand grazing your throat with a careful pressure that never crossed into real harm. Not like this.

You hadn’t talked to him for 8 months, when you finally got tired of his bullshit. The drugs, the cheating, the fighting, it was all too much for you, no matter how good the sex was.

You’d been staring at your phone for minutes, thumb hovering over the call button, the wine on the coffee table sitting untouched. Finally, you swallowed your pride and pressed it.

You had no one else. Your mother would blow it out of proportion, and friends? Barely a handful. Except Se-mi, and you shuddered to think about what she’d do if she knew.

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The phone rang three times before he picked up, his voice cutting through the line with a sharp edge. “Why the hell are you calling me?”

You clenched your jaw, already regretting this. “Can you not be an ass for once? I’m not in the mood.”

A heavy sigh crackled through the speaker. “Fine. What do you need?”

“You.” The word slipped out, fragile and small, and you hated how weak it made you sound. But the hurt was too deep to hide.

“Are you crying?” His tone shifted, still rough but tinged with something softer.

“Please, just come over.”

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He’s knocking at your door immediately.

The knock’s more like a fist pounding the door down, and when you open it, Thanos fills the frame, rain soaked, leather jacket dripping, his purple hair glistening under the dim light, a cigarette loosely hanging from his mouth.

His dark eyes rake over you, locking on the bruise painting your left eye, and his mouth twists into a scowl.

“You look like shit, who fucked you up.”

“Thanks, just what I need to hear.” You step aside, letting him barge in. “Don’t start with me bitch.”

You scoff, “Joshua, it’s over now.”

He snorts, ripping off his jacket and chucking it on the hook like he still runs this place. “Over? Should’ve gutted him the second he looked at you wrong. Gimme an address, I’ll chop his head off and dump him in the river.”

His voice is a growl, thick with venom, and you know he’d do it, no hesitation, he’s always been serious when it comes to you.

“Don’t,” you snap, slamming the door shut. “I don’t need your psycho bullshit. Just stay here.”

He faces you, stepping in close, his figure crowding your space. You noticed he’s gotten quite bulk. His eyes flick to your wrist this time, a bruise peeking out, and his jaw clenches.

“Fuck that guy. He’s dead. You’re mine to deal with.”

“I’m not yours,” you fire back, but your voice wavers, and he catches it. His hand shoots out, grabbing your chin, not hard, but firm—tilting your face up to meet his glare.

“Keep telling yourself that,” he mutters, breath hot against your skin.

His hand cups your cheek— his thumb brushing gently over the bruise beneath your eye. Without hesitation, you reach up, plucking the cigarette from his lips and taking a slow, deliberate drag. “Fuck off.”

He chuckles, the sound low and rich, reverberating in his chest—a sound that has you pressing your thighs together beneath his grip. “Ooh, the princess has an attitude.”

His voice is all amusement, but there’s something else. Something that has you pressing your thighs together even harder, that has heat curling in your stomach. He notices, of course he does, and his smirk deepens.

“That’s cute,” he murmurs, tilting your chin up, forcing you to hold his gaze. “Go on, then. Tell me to fuck off again.”

His grip on your cheek slides down to your throat, his fingers pressing just enough to make you swallow hard. He watches the movement sharply before his hand ghosts over your collarbone, teasingly. You hate the way your breath catches, the way your body reacts to his stupid games.

Your mouth opens, but no words come out, not when his other hand is already slipping under your shirt— rough fingertips grazing against the soft skin of your torso. The touch is light, infuriatingly so, and you bite your lip, determined not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

He notices anyway.

His smirk deepens. “That’s what I thought.”

And then he’s on you—fast, decisive. His lips against yours, claiming, demanding. The cigarette falls from your fingers, forgotten as he pushes you back against the wall, he crushes the cigarette, ash spreading messily on the wood of the floor. His body presses against yours, firm and solid. His hands aren’t teasing anymore, they’re greedy, gripping your waist like he’s daring you to stop him.

You don’t.

Instead, you arch into him, hands tangling in his hair as he lifts you, hands firmly groping your ass as your legs wrap around his torso. He makes his way to your room, kicking the door closed before pushing you up against it.

His knee slots between your thighs, pressing just hard enough to make you shudder. You grip his shoulders, fingers digging in as you grind down, chasing the friction you need. He chuckles against your lips, the bastard, but his hands are already removing your shirt, calloused palms dragging over your bare skin, setting you on fire.

He places a kiss to your breast. “You’re already this desperate?” he taunts, breath warm against your skin. “I barely touched you.”

“Shut up,” you snap, but it comes out weaker than you mean it to, too breathy, too needy.

He grins, all sharp edges and arrogance. “Make me.”

And so you do. You tug him back in, biting at his lips, kissing him hard

Your back then meets the mattress, his mouth trailing down your throat, your collarbone, lower.

You shiver as his teeth graze your navel. He pulls ur shorts off aggressively, his hands grip your thighs and pull them apart, settling between them like he belongs there, before he moves your panties aside to the side. The first slow drag of his tongue against your clit is enough to rip a gasp from your lips, your fingers clenching tight in his hair.

“Su-bong..”

He groans against you, the vibration sending sparks through your body. “Not so pissy anymore, huh señorita?”

You want to snap something back, but then he licks you again, this time adding two fingers, and all that comes out is a broken moan. His grip tightens, holding you in place as he works you apart, his tongue and fingers moving in a perfect rhythm .

He lets out a low groan. “You drive me crazy, babygirl.” Your body tightens, heat coiling, pleasure building too fast, too sharp. He feels it and doubles down, driving you higher, pushing you over the edge with ruthless efficiency.

Your vision goes white, your body shattering around him, your cry lost in the space between you.

By the time you come down, he’s crawling back up, tongue trailing over your torso, smirking when your back arches as you let out a low moan. When he kisses you, you taste yourself on his tongue.

“Still want me to fuck off baby?” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

He stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes burning with something feral.

“As you wish, mama.” he murmurs, reaching down to undo his belt, his jeans hitting the floor a second later.

Your breath catches as he strokes himself, thick and already leaking at the tip. The sight of him alone has another rush of heat pooling between your thighs. He notices. Of course, he fucking notices.

He crawls over you, settling between your legs, the weight of him pressing you into the mattress. He lines himself up, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock, but doesn’t push in—not yet. Instead, he leans down, lips brushing against your ear.

“Tell me how bad you want it,” he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement.

You exhale sharply, frustration curling in your gut. “I hate you.”

He grins, biting at your jaw as he pushes in just an inch before stopping. “Yeah?”

You dig your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in until he bottoms out in one slow, deep thrust. The stretch is overwhelming, the fullness almost too much, but fuck, it feels good, before he pulls back out.

“Ah, ah.” His breath shudders against your skin. “Beg me.”

“Please, please fuck me.” For a moment, he doesn’t move, before smirking and entering you smoothly. He lets you adjust, his grip on your hips tightening like he’s barely holding himself together. Then, finally, he pulls back and thrusts into you again, hard and deep.

Your moan is loud, shameless, and he eats it up, his pace picking up, his hips snapping against yours in a ruthless rhythm. He sits up for a second to take his shirt off before leaning down to capture your lips in a quick kiss. The room is filled with the sound of skin against skin, the ragged mix of your breaths, the quiet, desperate moans you can’t hold back as he thrusts into you mercilessly.

He leans down , lips crashing over yours in another messy, bruising kiss, swallowing every sound you make, while his hands find your chest to rip your bra off. “Dude what the fuck? That was a $30 bra!”

He doesn’t answer. Instead, his mouth moves to your breasts, tongue finding your nipples, swirling in wet, fast circles that have you spiraling toward the edge again.

“I missed this pussy. Fuckkk.” He groans.

“Come for me,” he growls against your lips, his voice raw. “Let me feel you.”

You do exactly that. The pleasure crashes over you, your cunt tightening around him, pulling him deeper as you come undone. He follows right after, his rhythm stuttering, a low, guttural moan tearing from his throat as he spills inside you.

For a long moment, neither of you move, just breathing heavily, his body still pressed against yours. Then, finally, he chuckles, breathless and smug.

“Still hate me?” he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to your jaw.

You roll your eyes, still catching your breath. “Ask me again after round two.”

His smirk returns, wicked and full of promise. He then flips you on your stomach. “Slut.”

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[holylulusworld]

BFG (11)

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings/Tags: pregnancy, fluff, love confessions

Catch up here: BFG (10)

BFG masterlist

Legend: Y/M/N = Your mother’s name Y/F/N = Your father’s name

Reacher can’t believe he’s standing in the middle of a toy store. He looks around the shelves, a little lost because he’s got no clue what to buy for the baby. What did he think coming here? He doesn’t belong here, just like anywhere else.

Shaking his head, Reacher reminds himself that you are the woman he loves and that you’re carrying his child.

“Sir, can you help me with this? I need the doll for my sister,” you hear a little boy say. He tugs at Reacher’s hand, hoping your boyfriend will help him.

“Which one, bud?” Reacher asks, turning to look down at the little boy. The little boy stares up at Reacher like he’s a superhero or something. “So tall, and he’s got muscles too, Mommy. He’s a giant. I bet that’s Thor.”

Reacher chuckles because the little boy asks question after question. He wants to know why Reacher is so tall and strong, and if he’s a superhero.

“I always eat my vegetables and listened to my mom when I was a kid,” Reacher replies, watching the little boy’s mother blanch. She nervously looks at Reacher, a hint of fear in her eyes. The woman only relaxes when you step toward Reacher to hold his hand.

“Uh—sorry,” she stammers. “I hope he didn’t bother you. He’s got this superhero phase. He likes tall heroes like Thor and such.”

“He didn’t bother me at all, ma’am.” Reacher is quick to calm the woman. “He’s a nice boy, polite too. You can be proud.”

“Mommy! He called me polite!” The boy grins from ear to ear, looking up at Reacher again. “Thank you, sir. Have a good day.”

“Uh—you too,” Reacher replies. He watches the mother guide her son away from Reacher. She scolds the little boy for talking to a stranger. You have to admit, she’s not wrong. Reacher is a good man, but you never know with strangers.

You chuckle when Reacher watches the boy, a smile on his face. “I bet you’re his hero from now on. You helped him get the doll for his sister, and you are as tall as Thor.”

“Is that the guy with the hammer?” Reacher quirks a brow. “You know, the flying hammer. My brother used to read the comics. He loves that guy.”

“Yeah, that’s the hammer guy.” You smile softly because Reacher shared another memory with you. “How about we go to the next shelf? I think your fan club left the store.”

Reacher wraps his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him. To remind him, to make sure he knows this is not a dream, and that he truly found a home in you and your baby.

“Sure thing, Peach Pie.”

“Alright, let’s raid the store,” you chuckle when he looks at you, his brows furrowed. “I was joking. We will pay for the toys, of course.”

Reacher laughs and presses you closer to his body. “Peach Pie, I’d raid any store with you. If you want me to, I’ll do anything for you.”

“Just stay with me; that’s all I want.”

“I think we bought too many,” you sigh deeply, looking around the nursery. Once at the toy store, you couldn’t stop yourself from buying all the cute toys, plushies, and things you’ll never need for your child.

“I like the plushies and the books,” Reacher comments. He crosses his arms over his chest while inspecting the toys. “One of the books makes animal sounds. It’s cute.”

“Cute, huh?” You glance up at Reacher. He’s knitting his brows together as if he were trying to find out the efficiency of every toy you bought.

“Cute and good for the baby. They’ll learn about the sounds animals make. I liked the duck one as a kid the most.”

You gently touch his arm, smiling softly when he turns his head to look at you. “I like the book too. How about some food? You carried all the heavy bags, refusing to let me help.”

“You’re having my baby, Peach Pie,” he replies. “I won’t let you lift heavy stuff. But I won’t say no to food.”

“Let me feed you then,” you giggle, and tug at his wrist. “Give me ten minutes to warm the food I prepared for you.”

“Hmm…that’s good, Y/N,” Reacher praised while chewing on the food you made. He licks his lips clean after eating the last bite. “I love your food.”

“I love how you eat my food,” you swoon while watching your man eat. “I’m jealous. How can you stay so…in shape while eating like this?”

“I walk a lot.” He shrugs.

“You walk a lot,” you laugh. “How about you walk into the living room and get comfortable? I’ll put the plates into the dishwasher and join you in a minute.”

“No,” he says and slowly gets up from his seat. “You’ll go to the living room, and I’ll put the plates into the dishwasher.”

“Reacher,” you sigh.

“No discussion,” he rubs your arms. “You cooked and walked around the store for two hours. You need a rest. Let me handle the dishes.”

He’s having you on his lap, one arm wrapped around your body to hold you close to his warm chest. “After the delicious meal you prepared, let me eat something even sweeter.”

You giggle. “Reacher…”

“I haven’t had a taste of you for so long,” he purrs in your ear. “Let me taste you. I want to feel you cum all over my face tonight…”

[lalavenderangel]

Meet The Chavez Family - Stepbro!Nicholas x Fem!Reader

a/n: this is so long overdue i know i’m sorry! but here is part 2 of stepbro!Nicholas. this one’s for you angel, @hoffmansgirl thank you for being patient, enjoy 🤍

summary: After hearing you in your room, getting off to the sounds of him getting head, Nicholas decides what better time to be bold and finally do what he’s been waiting to do? he just needed to soften you up a bit, at least he thought that would work but when shown otherwise he ends up just diving right in.

warnings: 18+!! eventual smut, stepcest, somewhat asshole Nick, semi pervy Nick if you squint, proven mainly innocent reader, implied corruption kink, male masturbation briefly mentioned, praise if you squint, semi bratty reader?, fingering, overstimulation, talks of possession over reader, Nicholas being one cocky mf as he should be, and i think that’s all, if i missed anything please let me know!

word count: 4.2k

The next morning, you laid in your bed, staring at the ceiling as you thought about not only what you heard last night but what you did after you heard it and the name you moaned, over and over…Nicholas. You truly couldn’t believe that you had moaned your brother's name, er we’ll step brother, regardless it was wrong, or at least it should be but yet it didn’t feel wrong in the slightest bit and that’s what was consuming your mind. You had tossed and turned all night wondering how you didn’t feel guilty at all. Yes, siblings by marriage, no relation whatsoever but to outsiders? People would judge.

You were so caught up in your thoughts that when knocking against your door suddenly happens you jump. And it also might be due to the fact that you know who it is on the other side and you’re currently avoiding him.

“Hey, I made some breakfast, it’s going to get cold soon if you don’t come down little sis.” His voice still sounded a bit sleepy and it made your heart flutter a little.

“I’ll be down in a second Nick.” You say before you sigh. I mean how long could you avoid him, truly? You get up out of bed, put on your bear slippers and head downstairs finally. Once you get to the bottom of the stairs you turn and walk to the kitchen before stopping in your tracks for a moment, your breath hitching. He was sitting there in sweats with no shirt. No it wasn’t the first time you saw him shirtless but you were still in a weird headspace. You also couldn’t stop looking at how his back muscles moved as he cut into whatever he was cutting into. He could feel your presence as you stood there, so he turned around and looked at you over his shoulder, a smirk on his face.

“Finally, come sit.” He pats the barstool next to him. You shake your head slightly to get out of your little “trance” and walk over to Nicholas and sit down next to him. He pulls a plate over to you and you see he made pancakes, your favorite. He even added bananas and chocolate chips on top into a smiley face. Kind of kiddish but yet it brought a smile to your face anyway.

“Thanks.” You say softly.

“No problem.” He says, looking over at you with that same smirk still on his face. It shouldn’t look that hot and yet, here you were blushing as you looked down at your food before cutting up the pancakes.

The original plan was to avoid Nick pretty much until your parents came home. It felt awkward, well on your end, you didn’t know that he heard anything obviously. Even if you did it still would not be awkward on his end. Just like you, Nick was pretty much up all night, but not for the same reason. No, Nicholas was up all night due to the fact that he was fucking horny. Could he have jerked off? Yes of course, but Nicholas kind of had a tendency to somewhat “torture” himself as some guys would probably say. He just likes to tease and edge himself sometimes that is all. Made the orgasm ten times better in his opinion. So instead of jerking his cock, he just replayed the sounds you made in his head as he got harder and harder.

Now, Nicholas knew you weren’t entirely innocent. He may or may not have snooped through your room one day while you were out and found your journal and read through it. Should he have done that? No probably not, but he also didn’t really care all that much it’s not like you would know. He read about how you have in fact had sex with your first and only boyfriend when you were 18 but it literally happened twice and that was it before a few months later he broke up with you. You didn’t know why, but something told you it was due to your lack of experience. To prove a point you tried to do research but it always made you flustered and you would end up slamming your laptop shut. Would some say you’re a prude, well yes. Technically you were, you had never done anything else. Yes of course you masturbated that was one thing that you couldn’t help but it usually happened after reading.

When he found all of this out, Nick just wanted to corrupt you, make you beg, turn you into a blubbering mess for him, to want his cock and his cock only, to truly make you into his perfect little fuck toy. The next morning he went into the shower first, as always and finally jerked his cock a couple times to his own imagery of you touching yourself and moaning his name in your soft little voice, trying so hard to keep it down so he wouldn’t hear you. Clearly you were caught up in your pleasure because your sounds truly only increased as time went on until you came.

“Naughty little girl.” Nicholas had whispered as he was close to the edge. “Touching yourself without my permission, making yourself feel good when I am right here, tsk, what a shame.” He slammed his fist against the tile wall slightly as he came hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his vision basically whitened with euphoria. He calmed himself down for a moment, giving himself time to get worked up again. But it didn’t take a lot and he was jerking his cock again.

It was after his morning shower that he decided to be a nice big brother and make you some breakfast. He also knew he needed to clean the living room a little so of course he did that first then made you some breakfast. When he had finished he had waited for a bit for you to come down since normally you’re up pretty early and down here before him but you had yet to come down still. He smirks to himself when it comes to mind that you might be trying to avoid him and that just simply won’t do. So he plates up some pancakes for you, makes them look all cute before he goes up and gets you, leading to this moment now.

“Let me take you shopping.” He says suddenly.

“I’m sorry?” You pause as you’re about to take another bite. Well there goes avoiding him.

He chuckles, “Let me take you shopping, I was kind of a dick yesterday and I want to make it up to my little sister. Come on, any store you want, anything you want, on me.”

“I uh-.” He cuts you off.

“Come on princess, you know you want to, mom told me you love shopping. Are you really going to tell me no?” There was a slight edge in his tone in his voice when he asked the last question that made a chill go down your spine.

“Sure, just let me get ready.” You say softly. You both talked a little here and there as you ate before you finally went upstairs to hop into the shower before you got ready. Since the weather looked so nice today you decided on wearing one of your favorite dresses. You curl your hair and do some light makeup before putting your shoes on and walking out of your room with your little purse in hand and walk downstairs. Nicholas looked up when he heard you and his jaw dropped a little. Once again there you were, looking like an innocent little angel, all dolled up, looking just so damn adorable and so fucking corruptable. Nick couldn’t help the thoughts swarming around in his head at all. He just wanted to bend you over the couch and lift up your stupid pink little dress and just fucking ruin you, wanted to take your innocence and crush it in his hands.

“Well look at you looking like a real life doll.” He says in a teasing tone.

“Shut up.” You huff as you roll your eyes. You look down at your outfit before you debate going upstairs to change. Nicholas was wearing jeans, a white tank top and a black leather jacket with his glasses that he rarely wore but you actually loved them on him. He looked sweet, he was anything but, well for the most part.

“Hey, it’s technically a compliment, don’t get your little granny panties in a twist little sister.” He laughs as you blush.

“I do not wear-.” You cut yourself off and he raises and amused brow. He already knew what you were going to say, and he knew very well it was true. He didn’t just snoop through a journal, he snooped through your dresser and closet as well. He found out that no you don’t fully wear thongs, you had a few yes, but you had all these frilly ones in every light color known to man, a lot with bows in the center which didn’t surprise him as he has picked up on your love for bows but some were even lacy with other little details and for some reason that drove him fucking wild. He bet you had a pair with a bow on them right now, he could imagine they were pink like your dress.

“Come on princess, let’s go.” He walks out the door and you follow before you stop. It dawned on you that you had never actually seen Nicholas’s car and surprisingly when you saw it, it seemed to suit him. But there was no way in hell you were going to be riding in that with him.

“I do not want to get in that with you.” You say.

“Why not?” He asked as he went to open the car door for you. “I won’t speed, I promise.”

“Nick.” You warn and he laughs.

“Princess, I am a very careful driver, now come on, get in the car.” He says. You huff a little before you walk over to him and get into his fancy ass sports car. And he was right, he was extra cautious while driving.

You guys finally pull up to the mall and Nicholas comes over and opens the door for you. You step out but not before he catches a glimpse of your panties to see in fact they are pink to match your dress and he knows it is a pair with a little bow on them. He smirks as he steps aside and closes the door before he grabs your hand in his. You look up at him for a moment, confused on why he was holding your hand but he doesn’t look at you nor say a word before you both walk into the mall.

As you guys walked around, not really picking a store to go into yet, Nicholas held your hand the whole time, which you felt you should have minded but you didn’t, you actually kind of liked it. His hand was bigger compared to yours but yet yours fit in his just perfectly. Which is actually why he grabbed your hand in the first place, he thought the same thing. Your hand was made for him. Actually all of you was made for him and he knew that deep down from the second he saw you. And he was going to make sure you realized you were and then he was going to break you so that you remembered you belonged to him and him only.

“So where do you want to go first?” He asked you.

“We don’t really have to go to any of the stores Nick, I wouldn’t want you to spend money on me anyway.” You say and he stops you both.

“That’s not what I asked, now pick a place you want to shop at first.” He says again so you just look around a little before picking a shoe store. “Don’t you have plenty of shoes?” He teases before he takes you over to the shoe store. Even though he didn’t really want to, he ended up letting your hand go so you could go and look at shoes and try them on. He watched with a small smile on his face as you smiled while looking at the shoes and trying them on. By the time you were done, Nicholas bought you 4 pairs of shoes. You told him one was fine but since you couldn’t decide between the four he got them all.

By the time you guys left the mall, the back of Nick's car was full of bags and so was his trunk, as much that could truly fit. You kept telling him it wasn’t necessary to buy all that stuff but he kept saying that he’s been such a dick lately and that he just wanted to make it up to you. There really was no arguing with him about it. He even brought everything inside, refusing your help, telling you to “just sit your little cute ass inside because your big brother’s got this.” You rolled your eyes but still went inside anyway like he requested.

Once he brought the last bag into your room he ended up helping you make room before you put everything away. You didn’t really like the idea of him going through your stuff but he wouldn’t leave until he had finished helping you.

“Seriously Nick, it's fine.” You say.

“And I say it’s fine that I can help, come on is it really that big of a deal? I mean you’re right here, what could I do?” He teases and you roll your eyes at him.

The rest of the day had actually been pretty good but towards the end of the night he was really pissing you off and you just wanted him to leave you alone and go to his room and go bug his friends.

“Nicholas!” You snap.

“Geez little sister, you let me get under your skin so easily. You need to relax.” He says laughing. “And again why the hell are you doing school work on vacation? You need to learn to have fun.”

“I do have fun!” You huff as you cross your arms.

“Doing school work while on break does not count as fun.” Nicholas says.

“I wasn’t meaning that but I mean to me it is fun.” You say.

“What kind of fun do you have, princess hmm?” He taunts you, a smirk on his face.

“None of your business.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“That rolling your eyes shit isn’t cute I hope you know that. It’s actually really fucking irritating.” He snaps, taking you off guard a little bit.

“Relax Nicholas.” You say.

“You know I don’t get you, I’ve been so nice to you all day and now you’re annoyed with me.” He says, his brows furrowed.

“And you don’t realize how annoying you truly are.” You rolled your eyes again and Nicholas finally had enough. He grabs your chin between his finger and thumb and tilts your head to force you to look at him.

“And you are a fucking ungrateful brat.” He seethes, making you freeze a little. “You need to understand who runs things around here little sis.” He pulls back slightly and looks at you with a smirk on his face, you didn’t understand why but it made a chill go down your spine. “Think it’s finally time for me to teach you a lesson hmm?”

“A lesson?” You question quietly.

“Yeah, a lesson, come on.” He says, grabbing your hand. You knew you should have just walked away when he started annoying you since you had no idea what he meant by a lesson and he seemed really mad. Yes he was calm on the outside but the look in his eyes and the grip on your hand kind of showed how angry he actually was. He dragged you up the stairs and brought you to his room.

“Sit on the bed princess.” He says. You normally wouldn’t but you just felt the need to listen so you sat on his bed. He looks at you for a moment, eyes roaming your body as you’re still in your cute little pink dress. “I have a serious question for you, are you a virgin little sister?”

“W-what? Nicholas…you shouldn’t ask me something like that.” You say softly, your cheeks hot as you look down.

“Why not? I mean I already know the answer anyway, so you might as well tell me the truth.” He says.

“Wait, how would you know the answer?” You ask, you sit there for a moment before it hits you. “You read my journal!”

“What? Me? Never!” He smirks wide.

“You fucking asshole! When did you snoop through my stuff?” You ask him.

“Tsk, there goes that mouth again.” He says. He walks closer to you and you back up on his bed more which makes him smirk. “Now, if you want me to stop just tell me and I’ll stop.” He says seriously as he makes his way onto his bed and hovers over you. You looked up at him then his bedroom door. There was the smallest, like truly the smallest voice in your head telling you to leave his room but the other voice was screaming over that one to see what he would do.

“I-I don’t want you to stop.” You whisper.

“Good girl, you’ll like this anyway.” He says.

“How do you know?” You ask him, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

“I heard you doing it to yourself last night, that’s how I know.” He whispers, the smirk forming on his face again as your eyes widen. You go to open your mouth but he stops you. “Shh, shh, it's okay, I enjoyed the little show well hearing it.” He brings his hand up onto your thigh and rubs along it, feeling how tense you are. “Let’s get you, relaxed little sister.”

“Could you not say that when you’re about to do what you’re saying you’re going to do?” You ask him softly and he chuckles.

“Makes it dirtier.” He says. “I gave you your out princess.”

“You would get off on that, perv.” He pauses his movements on your thigh and looks at you with almost a blank face, you couldn’t tell how he was feeling and it made you even more nervous. He steps back for a moment before he walks out of his room leaving you confused. He isn’t gone for long though when he comes back into his room with something in his hand. You furrow your brows before your eyes widen when you see a pair of your underwear in his hand.

“Note to self, invest in something that will keep your fucking mouth shut.” He says before he rolls them up into a tight ball and shoves them into your mouth before he grabs your jaw. “I dare you to spit that out.” Your body shakes a little and your cheeks burn again as you now become embarrassed with how he was currently treating you. He moves to the end of the bed, gripping your ankles and yanks you down towards him, pushing your dress up and smiling wickedly when he sees the wet spot, tsking a little just to taunt you.

“You know for someone who is always annoyed by my presence, you’re fucking soaked.” He says before he yanks your underwear down your legs, putting them in his back pocket before he leans over you, one hand on the mattress, the other stroking your thigh again. “Now not to be egotistical, but I know I’m going to need some time to work you up to take my cock, but I promise you, when you finally get it little sister, you’ll be begging for my cock and my cock only. I am going to completely ruin you for anyone else.

It was a good thing your mouth was stuffed because you had a lot to say. First thing being, how big was he actually for him to have such an ego about his cock. You rolled your eyes in response and his wicked grin grew wider. “Don’t believe me huh? Think I’m just being cocky? Fine, maybe I won’t prepare you to take me, maybe I’ll just force every fucking inch into your pretty little pussy. Think you can handle that?” He steps back and yanks his jeans and boxers down, his hard cock springing free, your eyes widening. He clearly had every right to be cocky, he had a nice sized dick and the girth of it was fucking, well nice, you really couldn’t think about much else about it in the moment. Your ex boyfriend did not compare at all. He fixes his boxers and jeans with a smirk before he comes back over to you.

“Don’t ever fucking doubt me again, and stop rolling your eyes at me you fucking brat.” He thrusts two fingers inside of you, deciding against one due to your wordless attitude. You whine out as you arch your back up a little. “That’s it little sister, let your big brother make you feel good.”

He was already stretching you more than you would even stretch yourself and fuck did it feel so damn good. His movements were not slow or gentle but you did not care, not even a little. You read in books about the main character being rough with their partner, getting turned on by the detailed words but never thinking you would enjoy it, not saying books are a guide nor comparable but the way Nicholas wasn’t really taking it easy on you made something awaken in you. You didn’t want to feel this way with him, torn between right and wrong but as they say, if it was wrong you didn’t want to be right.

“That’s it, look at you, your big brother is just using his fingers and you’re getting so worked up. I mean listen to the pretty sounds you’re making, my hand is becoming more and more soaked princess. Mmm I can tell you’re close, you close little sister? Doesn’t take a lot for you does it? Bet if I curled my fingers juuuuust the right way you’ll be seeing stars.” He curls his fingers, hitting a sweet little spot, once, twice, before you were in fact seeing stars, your mind reeling as your body arched up as you let out a muffled cry. “Yup, there it is.” He kept thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy, not showing signs of slowing down so you reach your hand down to grab his wrist to get him to slow down.

“You thought that was it? Oh no princess, that wasn’t the lesson. It’s adorable that you thought that. No, I am not stopping until I am satisfied, understand?” He doesn’t really ask, he tells you. You whine out, your head spinning a little as he keeps going, hitting that sweet spot over and over again, moving his thumb to your clit making you let out another muffled cry. He takes his other hand and removes your underwear to hear your pretty sounds.

“Nicholas, please.” You beg as soon as you can.

“Please what little sis? Please keep going? I told you I would.

“It’s too much.” You whine.

“You’re so sensitive, can’t even give me a second orgasm, guess I’ll just have to force them out of you until I say you’re done. My rules princess.” He thrusts his fingers even faster and it’s a bit embarrassing how quickly your second orgasm is building, well how quickly its building for your fucking brother. It’s not long before you’re cumming again, your body trembling and you try to push his hand away again, but Nicholas meant it when he said he wasn’t going to stop until he was fully satisfied.

You whined, begged, pleaded until you felt like you couldn’t talk anymore, couldn’t even think anymore and that was exactly how he wanted you. You didn’t need this think when he was around, he wanted to make every choice for you. He wanted you to fully submit to him, to just let go. Finally after what felt like a never ending moment, Nicholas pulls his fingers out of your sensitive pussy making you whine, tears rolling down your face. He climbs into his bed behind you, pulling you into his strong arms before pulling his blanket up and over you, tightening his arms around your shaking body. He brings one hand up and lightly strokes your hair, pressing a few soft kisses to your temple as he tries to calm you down now.

“Took that shit so well princess, fuck I am going to have so much fun ruining you for everyone else. I knew from the second I saw you, you were made for me. You’re mine now, all fucking mine.” He whispers, noticing your eyes growing heavy. He knew you were still high on your last orgasm to even try and protest but if you were honest, you wouldn’t protest anyway. You had already slowly started coming to terms that you wanted Nicholas from the moment you saw him as well. Why fight it anymore? Well actually, as sleep consumed you, there were two things that came to mind on why lusting after Nick was a bad idea…well more like two someones, mom and dad.

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[sundarksposts]

'what a fool'

Author's note:

hello! i never thought i'd be writing again but here i am.

i would like to clarify, i'm used to writing angst so probably most of my stories are gonna be angst and underlining that this is just a story! also, i'm sorry if i'm not good at writing. this is my first time back after 7 years.

warnings: alcohol consumption, angst, swearing, make out (stuff), and i don't want to make harry the bad guy here but it's just a story!

i'm sorry if there are some mistakes because English is not my first language.

btw, enjoy!

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It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon. You were at the Sidemen Studios, where you had been working for almost a year. You still couldn’t believe that you were part of one of the biggest YouTube groups in the world as their camerawoman. You had your parents to thank for putting you through film school—and James, your best friend since college, for helping you land this job.

You and James were in the studio, chatting about the upcoming holiday trip with the entire staff and the boys. ‘Are you excited for the trip?’ James asked as he carefully packed his precious camera into his bag.

The two of you had just finished filming Sidecast with Simon, Harry, and Ethan. You weren’t scheduled to work today, but James messaged you, needing an extra hand since John couldn’t make it due to a family emergency. ‘I’m so excited! This is my first work holiday trip, and I still can’t believe it!’ you said, feeling giddy.

"I still can’t believe the boys have time for this trip. They’re so busy with their schedules, and I thought the trip was just for the staff,” James said. You glanced at the blonde boy sitting on the Sidecast set. He was talking with Simon and Ethan about something, but you couldn’t stop stealing glances at him.

"You’re drooling,” James said in a low voice, chuckling. You quickly turned away from your gaze and rolled your eyes at him. Nobody knew you had a crush on Harry—except James. No one was supposed to know that you had a crush on your own boss, but you had to admit, it was hard to ignore your feelings when your boss looked that good.

"And you’re annoying,” you huffed. You had to stop this feeling before it got any deeper. You knew your place—you were a nobody to Harry. Even though he knew you and the two of you always had playful banter, there was no way he would ever reciprocate your feelings.

James smiled before letting out a loud giggle. The boys stopped their conversation, now looking at the two camera staff with curious expressions.

"what's so funny, mate?" Ethan asked.

Great. Now all three of them had noticed.

You mentally slap your forehead before turning to the three Sidemen.

“Nothing, nothing! Just having a conversation with Y/N,” James quickly answered, brushing off their curiosity.

Harry raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

“Have you guys packed yet?” Simon asked, snapping you out of your thoughts—though your eyes still lingered on Harry.

The set lights are still on, and you still can’t get over his features—his sparkly blue eyes, his toned build, even though he’s hidden beneath his blue Sidemen hoodie, and his pink lips.

I wonder if he’s ever washed that hoodie? you mused to yourself, noticing he’s been wearing it for days now.

"Yeah, yeah, we’ve packed, but Y/N here still has some things left to sort out,” James answered.

You quickly snapped out of your daydream at the mention of your name. “Uhhh, y-yeah. There are still a few things I need to pack, but I’ll be fine,” you replied.

Ethan and Simon shouted, “Nice!” before diving back into their conversation. Meanwhile, Harry lingered for a moment, glancing between you and James before eventually returning to the discussion.

"fucking hell" you muttered while James just quietly giggled.

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It was the morning of your trip, and you were waiting for James to pick you up from your apartment. You double-checked everything, making sure you had packed everything you needed for Greece. It was going to be a sunny holiday, so you made sure to bring plenty of sunscreen, moisturizer, and lip balm—you didn’t want to dry out while you were there.

After zipping up your suitcase one last time, you heard the doorbell ring. That’s gotta be James, you thought as you walked to the front door

James appeared in your line of sight—and… Harry?

You froze, completely taken aback. What is Harry doing at my apartment?

“Hey, sorry we’re a bit late,” James said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Someone texted me last minute, asking for a ride to the airport while I was already on my way here.” He glanced at the blonde-haired guy beside him.

"Wha—wha—wha—what do you mean?!” Harry sputtered, looking at James, clearly annoyed. “I told you last night I needed a ride! I can’t drive, and getting an Uber or taxi to the airport would’ve been a hassle!”

You giggled at the two of them bickering as you grabbed your suitcase and slung your camera bag over your shoulder.

“It’s fine,” you said, dragging your suitcase along. “It’s not like we’re gonna be late to the airport anyway. Plus, I was just double-checking to make sure I didn’t forget anything.” You quickly patted your pockets, confirming you had your passport.

James rolled his eyes, fully aware of your crush on Harry. Meanwhile, Harry flashed you a smile—the cutest one you’d ever seen, and you had to admit, it made your heart skip a beat.

“See? Y/N doesn’t mind! No need to fuss,” Harry said, grinning. “Do you need help with your suitcase?”

You nodded, thanking him. What a gentleman, you thought.

James rolled his eyes again but chose not to say anything. He couldn’t believe you had bought Harry’s excuse so easily. Honestly, why had Harry even asked him for a ride? He could’ve easily gotten a lift from Tobi or Simon—or, let’s be real, he could more than afford an Uber.

James liked Harry as a friend, but he didn’t want you getting your hopes up. He knew you too well, and the last thing he wanted was for you to think, even for a second, that maybe—just maybe—Harry liked you too.

The three of you walked to James’s car, loaded your suitcases into the trunk, and got in. You took the passenger seat in the front, while Harry settled in the back.

The ride to the airport was… interesting. That was the only way you could describe it. At one point, Harry asked a question so unexpected that it left both you and James in fits of laughter. “Are you guys dating?” he blurted out.

You and James exchanged a look, then turned to Harry, then back to each other—before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. "No, boss. We’ve just been friends for a long time,” you answered, using the nickname you always called the Sidemen.

Harry had told you before that he didn’t like it, but you kept using it anyway because you found it funny—and, deep down, you were pretty sure he secretly liked it too.

After an hour-long drive, the three of you finally arrived at Heathrow Airport, where the rest of the group was waiting at the meeting point. Josh had already been asking about you guys, wondering why you were late. Seeing the flood of messages in the group chat, you, James, and Harry broke into a run, weaving through the crowds.

When you finally reached the meeting point, you spotted the boys, the camera crew, and a whole bunch of other people. Your eyes landed on Kirsty, and you made your way toward her to say hi. Meanwhile, Harry joined the boys, and James went over to Kon.

"Kirsty!” you called out, rushing over to hug her.

You and Kirsty had grown close quickly—both of you being photographers and often the only women on set made it easy to bond.

“Y/N! I missed you!” she said, hugging you back.

The two of you immediately started chatting about how excited you were for the trip. But before you could get too deep into the conversation, Ethan’s voice cut through the noise, addressing an unexpected guest.

“Where were you, Bog? We’ve all been waiting for you. I thought you were gonna ask me to head to the airport with you,” the ginger-haired man said, looking at Harry, who was busy tying his shoelaces.

"No, I didn’t want to burden you. I know how far it is from your place to mine, so I asked James for a ride, and we picked up Y/N along the way,” Harry explained.

The boys exchanged confused looks—this was unusual for him.

“So, was your prediction correct?” Simon asked, a teasing edge to his voice.

You frowned. What prediction?

You tried to focus on what Kirsty was saying, but multitasking was proving difficult.

“Nah, they’re just mates,” Harry replied casually.

Ah. So that’s why he was asking about my relationship with James.

You tried not to seem like you were eavesdropping, but curiosity got the better of you. Glancing over at Harry, you caught the subtle smirk on his lips as he said it.

That was weird, you thought.

After everyone had gathered, you all walked to the check-in counter and then to the boarding gate, waiting for your flight to be called.

You and James decided to grab some food, and before long, the boarding announcement came. Everyone made their way to the plane, quickly found their seats, and soon, you were taking off—leaving behind gloomy London for sunny Greece.

On the plane, you thanked Josh for giving you a window seat. He had asked everyone on the crew about their seating preferences, and he made sure to accommodate them.

To ease your nerves about flying, you and James ordered some alcohol, hoping to relax a bit before landing.

"Wish we could do this every day,” you said, sipping your drink.

“We do this every day—just without the drinking at work,” James chuckled.

You giggled at his remark.

While James was scrolling through the in-flight entertainment, you noticed Harry making his way to the toilet. You gave him a small wave, and he returned it with a subtle nod. That tiny interaction was enough to send butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Four hours later, the Sidemen and the production crew finally arrived in Greece. The sun, the ocean, and the beach were already calling your name, and you couldn’t contain your excitement—you were finally on a well-deserved break.

All of you had arrived at the villa, and you couldn’t stop admiring the breathtaking scenery. Ever since you left the airport, you’d been taking nonstop videos and pictures, eager to capture every moment.

While Josh spoke with the villa owner, you noticed Harry standing in the lobby, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. An idea popped into your head—taking a candid picture of him. It won’t hurt, right? No one’s going to see it anyway.

You discreetly snapped the photo, and to your surprise, it turned out great. Smiling to yourself, you decided to keep it private.

“Okay, guys, gather around” Josh called out, explaining the room arrangements and today’s itinerary. You learned that you’d be sharing a room with Kirsty, which made you even more excited for the trip.

After the small announcement ended, you walked over to Kirsty. “Are you sure you’re okay sharing with me? I know you’d probably prefer to share with Kon,” you said, watching as Kirsty snapped pictures of the boys for future reference.

“God, no! I’d much rather share with you than Kon,” she laughed. “He snores in his sleep, and I actually want to get some rest on this vacation. I need some me-time.”

You felt relieved knowing you had someone to keep you company other than James.

As the two of you made your way to your assigned room, you started unpacking while chatting about random things—just classic girl talk. It was nice to have a girl friend in this kind of situation.

Out of nowhere, Kirsty smirked. “So… do you have a boyfriend?” You chuckled at the unexpected question. ‘Why is everyone asking me that today?’ you thought, shaking your head.

“I haven’t found the one, and honestly, I’m too busy as it is. Being in a relationship would just be a headache,” you said as you changed into fresh clothes after your shower.

Kirsty nodded in understanding. “I feel you. It’s hard to date someone outside of our work—unless you’re working with them.”

You agreed with her.

As the day went by, everyone got ready for dinner. You took tons of pictures—your food, the restaurant, and your co-workers—for yours and the Sidemen Instagram.

After dinner, Tobi mentioned that some of them were heading to a club and asked if you wanted to join. You said yes, and now, you were all on your way.

You couldn’t wait to have a few drinks and dance to the music. Spotting Harry, you smiled at him, and he returned the gesture. “Are you ready to go?” he asked, adjusting the sleeves of his Childish hoodie.

God, he can even pull off a hoodie, you thought, nodding. “I rarely get a chance to go out back home, so this should be fun,” you said.

The two of you kept talking, laughing easily as the conversation flowed. Harry’s gaze lingered on you—your blue floral sundress, your wavy hair, the way your red lipstick stood out under the soft lighting. He smiled, and you felt heat rush to your cheeks. You could feel him staring.

By the time you arrived at the club, you were already feeling a little buzzed—whether from the alcohol at dinner or from talking with the blue-eyed boy, you weren’t sure.

Without a word, Harry took your hand, guiding you through the crowded venue toward the table. His touch was warm, and for the first time, you realized how much you liked it. You didn’t want him to let go.

And for a while, he didn’t.

"I’m going to order us a drink. What do you like?” Harry asked. “Vodka and Coke, please." He nodded before making his way to the bar.

As he walked away, you felt a pair of eyes on you—grinning like a Cheshire cat. You didn’t even have to look to know who it was. “He’s just being nice,” you mouthed to James. He simply shrugged, sipping his drink and bobbing his head to the music.

A moment later, Harry returned with your drink, placing it in front of you. “You like vodka?” he asked, settling into the seat beside you. “Yeah, I do. But I like it with soda so it’s not too strong.”

He nodded, taking a sip of his own drink. The conversation flowed easily as you both drank, the music pulsing around you.

"Sambuca’s here!” Simon yelled, handing out shots to everyone. You were given three. You didn’t like Sambuca, but for the culture? You had to. Harry and you took the shots together, the strong taste making you wince. The warmth spread through your chest, and you could already feel the alcohol kicking in.

“You wanna go to the dance floor?” Harry asked, leaning in slightly so you could hear him over the music.

You nodded, and before you knew it, he was taking your hand again, leading you through the crowd. The music was loud, the bass thumping in your chest as the two of you danced and sang along to whatever song was playing. He didn’t let go of your hand—not until you were facing each other in the middle of the dance floor.

Harry was awkward when it came to dancing, but with the alcohol running through his system, he seemed a little more confident. The two of you were lost in the moment, just enjoying the night—being young and carefree in another country.

You threw your arms around his shoulders, jumping up and down to the beat, and he chuckled at your antics, shaking his head but letting you do your thing.

After a few songs had played, the two of you returned to the table, taking sips of your drinks. You were thirsty after all that dancing.

“I didn’t know you could dance like that,” Harry sniggered, amusement clear in his voice. You laughed, waving your hand dismissively. “I rarely go out. Please don’t judge me.”

Both of you chuckled before making your way back to the dance floor for round two. This time, you spotted Simon, Josh, Tobi, and Ethan dancing together, clearly having a blast. As you and Harry approached, the four of them cheered.

“How are you enjoying tonight, Y/N?” Ethan asked, noticing you and Harry together. He raised a curious brow—he hadn’t seen much of Harry tonight, and now, it was clear why. A smirk tugged at his lips as he glanced between the two of you, teasing the youngest of the group.

Harry rolled his eyes.

“Oh, I’m loving it! Thank you for the opportunity, boss!” you yelled over the music, which was loud enough that you could barely hear yourself. Ethan laughed, nodding before turning back to the others.

You leaned toward Harry. “I’m going to the restroom for a bit." His fingers were still loosely wrapped around your hand. He nodded, letting go as you slipped away, while he made his way over to the boys. You left for the toilet, but as you walked, you suddenly tripped and fell. A sharp pain shot through your ankle, and you groaned.

Great. What a way to ruin a night out, you thought, wincing as you tried to stand. Slowly, you limped your way back to the table, hoping no one would notice.

As you arrived, you saw Josh, Harry, and Kon sitting together, drinks in hand. “Uh, boss, is it okay if I leave early? I just tripped, and my ankle kinda hurts,” you asked Josh, who was just about to take a sip of his drink.

“Oh no! Are you okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. “Do you want me to get James?” Kon offered, already looking around for him.

You quickly shook your head. “No, it’s fine. I can tell he’s enjoying his night. I’ll be fine going home alone.” Josh frowned. “No. Someone needs to go with you.”

Before you could protest, Harry raised his hand. “I can go back with you.” You immediately shook your head. “No, you don’t have to, Harry. Just enjoy your night.”

But he was already finishing his drink. “No, we need to make sure you’re okay,” he insisted, taking your hand.

You sighed but didn’t argue as you waved goodbye to Kon and Josh before letting Harry guide you out of the club.

On the ride back to the villa, you still felt tipsy, and you still couldn’t believe you had tripped. “How’s your ankle? And how did you even trip?” Harry asked, his voice laced with concern.

You giggled. “I tripped and fell. I think I’m drunk,” you admitted, laughing at yourself.

Harry shook his head, chuckling.

When you arrived at the villa, the silence was almost eerie. The only sounds filling the air were distant crickets, making it clear that you two were the first ones back. Harry opened the front door and held it for you.

“Thanks,” you murmured as you stepped inside.

Before you could take another step, Harry’s hand found your arm, steadying you as you wobbled slightly.

“Do you want me to take you to your room?” he asked. You shook your head. “The night’s still young. There’s some alcohol in the fridge—we could hang out in the living room,” you suggested with a giggle.

Harry raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Alright, but only if you promise not to trip again,” he teased, guiding you carefully to the couch.

You plopped onto the sofa while he disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later, he returned with two drinks, handing one to you before settling down beside you.

“Thanks,” you said, taking a sip. As the alcohol buzzed through your veins, you suddenly realized just how close he was. His arm draped casually around the back of the couch, fingertips barely brushing against your shoulder.

And for some reason, you didn’t mind one bit.

Your heart pounded so hard you were sure he could hear it. The air between you grew heavier, the faint buzz from the alcohol mixing with the tension in the room. You hated awkward silences, but this? This wasn’t just silence—it was charged, electric.

You didn’t even realize you had been staring at him until Harry smirked. “What are you thinking in that head of yours?” he teased, his voice low, amused.

Your eyes widened. Shit. Busted.

Your face burned as you quickly turned away. “Uh, n-n-nothing!” you stuttered, desperately hoping he’d drop it.

But he didn’t.

Instead, you felt a gentle touch on your chin, guiding your face back toward his. Your breath hitched as you found yourself staring into his piercing blue eyes, now just inches away from yours. “You know you can tell me, right?” he whispered, his gaze locked onto yours.

Your throat went dry.

Oh, you were in trouble.

Somehow, a sudden wave of courage washes over you. Your heart pounds, but for once, you don’t care. You forget that he’s your boss. You forget the risks, the consequences. Fuck it. You’re on holiday.

“I want to stay with you,” you whisper, your voice barely audible. Harry freezes for a moment, as if making sure he heard you right. Then, without hesitation, he kisses you.

The taste of alcohol lingers between you, but the kiss grows desperate, needy. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, and heat floods through your body.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifts you effortlessly into his arms and carries you to his bedroom. The door clicks shut behind him.

He places you gently on the bed, hovering above you, his blue eyes searching yours.

“Tell me you want this,” he murmurs.

You nod. “I do.”

That’s all he needs to hear. His lips crash onto yours again, and soon, hands are exploring, breaths are mingling, and soft moans escape between kisses. You trail your lips down his jaw and neck, and a deep groan rumbles from his throat.

The world outside fades away as you both get lost in the moment, tangled in sheets, until the first light of morning peeks through the curtains.

The soft chirping of birds filters through the open window, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the villa. Beside you, Harry sleeps soundly, his arm draped over your waist, snoring softly. He’s snuggled into you, his breath warm against your skin.

You smile, your mind still reeling from last night. Did that really happen?

Carefully, you slip out of bed, making sure not to wake him. As you quietly gather your clothes and dress, reality begins to sink in. I slept with Harry. I slept with my boss.

And as if on cue, a dull ache pulses from your ankle. Right. I was supposed to ice that… but how could I remember when I was too busy forking my boss?

Suppressing a groan, you tiptoe out of the room, shutting the door gently behind you. You make your way to your own room, pushing the door open to find Kirsty still fast asleep.

Sighing in relief, you quickly change into more comfortable clothes before grabbing your phone. The screen lights up.

30 missed calls from James

10 missed calls from Kirsty

7 missed calls from Josh and Kon

5 missed calls from Simon, Tobi and Ethan

Shit.

Everyone had been looking for you. The sheer number of missed calls on your phone made your stomach churn. You felt bad—really bad—but what were you supposed to say? Sorry, I was too busy sleeping with Harry? Yeah, not happening.

You groaned, throwing yourself onto the bed, hoping to catch a little more sleep before facing the inevitable interrogation. But just as your body starts to relax, you hear a rustling from the other side of the room.

You freeze.

Maybe if you stayed perfectly still, she wouldn’t notice—

“Y/N?”

Shit.

Your heart pounds as you squeeze your eyes shut, pretending to be deep in sleep. You don’t move. You don’t even breathe too loudly.

Silence.

A few seconds pass, then a minute. You don’t hear anything else. Maybe she bought it. Maybe she went back to sleep.

You exhale slowly, relief washing over you. You were still exhausted, still sore, and the last thing you needed was Kirsty’s questions right now. But you needed an excuse. fast.

you did got enough of sleep and wake up at the same time as Kirsty. And she did asked you question of where you've been but you just said to her that you got lost and ended up somewhere far away. As much as you were relieved that Kirsty didn’t push further, a part of you knew she didn’t fully believe you. But you were grateful she let it slide—for now.

You focused on packing your things, trying to ignore the lingering thoughts of last night. The way Harry’s hands felt on you, the way he held you close… You shook your head. Not the time.

Kirsty sighed as she zipped up her suitcase. “I can’t wait to just get home and sleep for a whole day.”

You forced a small laugh. “Yeah… same.” But deep down, you weren’t sure you were ready to go back to reality just yet.

both of you packed your things as you're already prepared to go home yet you feel heavy hearted. you don't want to return to your reality yet. you heard a knock on your door and yelled, "it's open" and revealed James who's been worrying sick.

"Where were you? We tried to called your phone but you didn't answer it" he yelled like a worried father. you grabbed his hand and dragged him to the hallway and close the door so Kirsty won't hear both of you. "I was with Harry. On his bed" you whispered. James let out an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “Are you serious?” he whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.

You groaned, still hiding your face. “Yes, James. I know, okay? You don’t have to freak out.”

“Freak out?” he hissed, lowering his voice so Kirsty wouldn’t hear. “Y/N, you literally just slept with Harry. Your boss. One night in Greece, and you’re already moving mad.”

You peeked through your fingers, glaring at him. “I know! I don’t need a lecture right now." James sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “So what now? Was it just a one-time thing, or…?”

That question made your stomach twist. You wanted to say it was just a drunken mistake, a heat-of-the-moment thing. But when you thought about the way Harry had looked at you, the way he had held you…

“I don’t know,” you admitted softly. “But I don’t regret it.”

James’ expression softened, but he still looked concerned. “Look, I’m not judging you. I just—be careful. If the boys find out, especially Josh, things could get messy.”

You nodded, knowing he was right. “I just need to act normal.” James gave you a skeptical look. “And do you think Harry can act normal?”

That was the real question.

As you and James made your way downstairs, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and anxiety. At least James knew now, and he wasn’t mad—just concerned. But the real challenge would be facing Harry and pretending like nothing happened.

The dining area was already bustling with the boys and crew, everyone chatting and eating. You spotted Harry sitting with Simon and Ethan, looking as relaxed as ever. When his eyes met yours, there was a brief flicker of something in them—something only you would notice—but he quickly went back to his conversation like nothing had changed.

James nudged you slightly. “See? If he can act normal, so can you.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, sitting down with James and the others. “Morning,” you greeted, trying to sound casual.

“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Ethan teased. “Where the hell did you disappear to last night?”

You laughed nervously. “Got lost on the way back. Had to call Harry to help me find the villa.” You could feel Harry glance at you, but he didn’t say a word.

Josh raised an eyebrow. “Lost? In Greece? Y/N, we were literally a few streets away from the club.”

“Yeah, well, alcohol does that to you,” you shrugged, stuffing a bite of food in your mouth to avoid more questions.

Simon smirked. “You and Harry, alone in the middle of the night? That’s suspicious…”

Your stomach dropped, but before you could say anything, Harry rolled his eyes. “Relax, Minter. Not everything is a conspiracy.”

You let out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. James leaned closer and whispered, “You two are so obvious.” You kicked him under the table, making him yelp.

James, being the good friend he was, quickly changed the subject. “Anyway! What’s the plan for today?” Josh sighed “We have a few hours before our flight, so we’re just chilling. Maybe a last walk by the beach if anyone’s up for it.”

You nodded, pretending to be focused on your breakfast, but you couldn’t help sneaking a glance at Harry. He hadn’t looked at you once, which was unusual. Was he regretting last night? Was this his way of pretending it never happened.

You focused on your food, chewing slowly as the conversations around you carried on. You could still feel Harry’s presence beside you, his phone acting as a shield between the two of you.

Why was he being like this? Last night, he was holding you close, whispering sweet things against your skin. Now, he couldn’t even look at you.

You sighed, pushing your plate away as you lost your appetite. Kirsty, who had just joined the table, noticed and nudged you. “Not hungry?” she asked.

“Just tired,” you lied, offering her a small smile.

After breakfast and free time, everyone gets ready to head to the airport. As James helps you walk, you spot Harry. You know you need to talk.

“Wait a minute, James. I won’t be long,” you say. He nods, sensing that you need to clear the tension with Harry. As you approach, Harry is still on his phone, busy with God knows what.

"I told James," you whisper to him. Harry looks at you, raising an eyebrow. “What did you tell him?”

Is he for real?

“About where we were last night. That we spent the night together… in your bed,” you murmur, lowering your voice so no one else can hear.

He looks puzzled. “But we didn’t do anything last night. I don’t remember anything—I was so pissed,” he says before turning and walking off.

You’re stunned. You can’t believe what you just heard. It feels like you’ve been punched in the stomach. The ground beneath you might as well open up and swallow you whole.

Was he really that hammered that he didn’t remember anything?

James walks over to you and nudges your arm. “Well?” You shake your head, trying to blink away the tears welling up in your eyes. “He said he doesn’t remember,” you whisper, but James hears you loud and clear.

His expression shifts to shock, disbelief washing over his face. He clenches his jaw, fists tightening at his sides. For a moment, he looks like he wants to march over to Harry and punch him, but he knows that would only cost him his job.

James reaches out to comfort you, but you flinch away. “I need some time alone,” you mutter before limping toward the car, your ankle still aching from last night.

James watches you walk away, then turns his gaze toward Harry, who is laughing at a joke Ethan just made—completely unaware of the damage he’s just caused.

Y/N feels embarrassed. Of course, he just thought it was a one-night stand. Who did she think she was? She was no one.

The entire ride to the airport, she sulks in silence, trying to hide her sadness and confusion. Was he really that embarrassed to admit he slept with her?

The journey home feels like hell. James stays by her side the entire time, offering quiet comfort as they sit together on the plane. It isn’t until Y/N puts on a sappy romantic movie that the tears finally spill, her emotions too heavy to hold back any longer. James doesn’t say anything—he just lets her feel, lets her grieve whatever it was she thought she had.

Yet even with his support, she still feels like trash. Oh, what a fool she had been.

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Author's note: Oh my gosh! it's a long one. I'm sorry it's not good. Please let me know if you guys want part 2 because I already have some ideas for it. And i'm sorry I never wanted to let Harry to be the bad guy but again it's just a story.

i stayed up until 4am to continue to write, reviewing and finally posting this story.

i hope you guys loved this story!

Anyways, I love you guys and take care! x

[bitchinbarzal]

Kaia has a boyfriend | Just Fine AU

Clayton was exhausted.

Two weeks on the road, back-to-back games, early mornings, cold rinks, and an aching shoulder. He missed his bed. He missed real food. He missed Kaia.

But more than anything?

He missed his kids.

So when his phone finally buzzed with a FaceTime request—“Ellie Bug” flashing across the screen—he didn’t even hesitate.

“Hey!” he grinned when her curly head popped into view, followed by Weston’s chubby hand slapping the screen. “There’s my crew!”

“Hi Daddy!” Elodie chirped, cheeks flushed and happy. She turned the camera toward Weston, who was gnawing on a teething ring with a dramatic slurp. “He says hi too. But in baby.”

Clayton chuckled. “How’s my boy?”

“Still a drool monster,” Elodie said proudly. “He likes my singing. I sing him the frog song. And—oh! Guess what!”

“What, Bug?”

“Mommy has a boyfriend!”

Clayton blinked. “A what now?”

Elodie nodded seriously. “A boyfriend. He came over and he brought her coffee and he’s really tall and Mommy laughs at his jokes and he knows how to whistle with his fingers!”

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Clayton swallowed. “Did Mommy say he was her boyfriend?”

“No,” Elodie shrugged. “But he brought her stuff and that’s what boyfriends are?”

“Right,” Clayton said tightly. “Thanks for telling me, Bug.”

Elodie didn’t notice the change in his tone. She just started singing something off-key to Weston while Clayton stared blankly at his own reflection in the screen.

When he called Kaia twenty minutes later, he didn’t lead with kindness.

“So. You have a new boyfriend?”

Kaia, in the middle of folding Weston’s laundry, blinked at the screen. “What?”

“Elodie told me all about him. Tall. Funny. Shows up when I’m not here. Sound familiar?”

Her brows furrowed. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m tired, Kai. I’ve been gone for two weeks and now I get a call from our daughter talking about some guy who brings you coffee and makes you laugh—”

“It was Lola’s friend,” Kaia snapped. “You know, from work? The one who helped her move last month? He dropped off something for her while she was at our place. I said thanks and took the damn latte because I was holding Weston in one arm and covered in spit-up.”

Clayton’s jaw clenched. “So you’re saying it was nothing.”

“I’m saying Elodie is four and makes up stories when people don’t explain things right!” Kaia said, exasperated. “She also told her teacher last week that I’m a spy and you’re a firefighter!”

Clayton exhaled sharply, already feeling the guilt crawling up his spine. “I just… I don’t like the idea of someone else stepping in when I’m not there.”

Kaia’s voice softened. “No one’s stepping in, Clay.”

There was silence between them—long and heavy.

Finally, she sighed. “You miss us.”

He nodded. “So much it physically hurts sometimes.”

“Then just say that,” she whispered. “Don’t accuse me of something because our daughter said something four-year-olds say. I love you. This—” she gestured to the screen, “—is my family.”

Clayton rubbed his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

“Tell Bug she’s grounded for giving me a heart attack.”

Kaia grinned, the tension dissolving. “She’s currently coloring the dog with sidewalk chalk. I’ll add it to the list.”

Clayton smiled tiredly. “I’ll be home in three days.”

“We’ll be here,” Kaia said softly. “Your real family. No coffee guy included.”

And just like that, they were okay again.

Because sometimes, love looked like miscommunication, tension, and FaceTime fights.

But it also looked like forgiveness. And sidewalk chalk. And a four-year-old who just wanted to share the news.

[lemotmo]

So many random thoughts after that episode!

The fact that Tommy continues to show his lack of care for what people prefer to be called by. Like we have in canon Buck saying he goes by Buck and we have in canon Eddie saying he goes by Eddie and not Diaz, especially if people want him to respond.

And yet last night we see Tommy call him Evan and called him Diaz. Though I’ll say it’s a nice touch he says Diaz left? Only for us to then immediately find out Eddie stoped talking to Tommy (not responding)

The buddie lore we got from Buck. Them going out to eat. Eddie paying the tab. Eddie changing his tire. Them going to a game (what game? Like did we just get canon proof they in fact went to the lakers game with those tickets Buck got). Eddie teaching Buck how to play quarters. God I could listen and watch hours of the random things they get up to 😂😂 also the fact Eddie just goes around doing semi illegal things 😈 while bucks just like omg isn’t he perfect 😇 😍

Them actually canonically addressing that it didn’t even take a full shift for Buck to warm up to eddie 😂

The Eddie not talking to Tommy anymore being us finally getting to see a glimpse of Eddie’s POV of things. Like I need more of that.

Maddie. Buddies strongest soldier for real lmao. And also so incredibly done with her brother 😂

Buck and his continued I’m not in love with Eddie denials despite the fact not one person ever actually said he was in love with Eddie. Something something protest to much.

The way they also fully spelled out the end of BT with the Tommy only seeing a future for them with Eddie gone. Well Eddie will be back so future cancelled.

They rang so many bells for buddie in this episode that now it is fully truly officially at a point of no return. They can not turn back from Buddie now unless they want so much backlash.

I fully agree. There is no coming back from this. If they would try to backtrack now? Well, that would be a very unpleasant experience for ABC, Tim and 911.

Luckily for us, last night's episode proved that they have no intention of backing away from the Buddie of it all. On the contrary, they are addressing it and building towards it.

I love all the things you talked about in your ask. The Eddie lore was marvellous! I love how Eddie is some kind of perfect guy in Buck's eyes. I wonder if he knows how he talks about Eddie and what it sounds like to other people. Because to outsiders it definitely seems like he is smitten with the guy. 🤷‍♀️

That small sliver of Eddie's POV you talked about was delicious. It's true, Tommy quit on Buck and Eddie didn't hesitate to cut him out of his life as well, no matter that he was Tommy's friend first. Buck's interesting reaction to that news was very telling as well.

Overall it was just a great Buddie episode and Eddie wasn't even in it. 😋

[joaosnovia]

OMG we need a part 3 of the Gavi x tennis reader fic

❦ - love && war 3.

summary:: winning isn’t everything. whether it’s on or off the pitch and that’s something you’ve realised.

warnings:: none.

writers notes:: guys i wanna sob this is really basic, repetitive and idk what to do for the plot but if yg want a part 4 i can do one where he ACTUALLY attends a match bc bros suffering by hearing the match from pedris pov 💔.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @universefcb @nngkay @cherryloveshs

the first thing you did after leaving the court was check your phone. sweat still clung to your skin, muscles aching from the three set battle you had just fought, but none of that mattered as much as the missed notifications lighting up your screen.

pablo: been refreshing the score like crazy, how did it go?
pablo: mi amor?
pablo: please tell me you won
pablo: shit, did you lose?
pablo: call me as soon as you can, okay?

your heart sank a little as you read his texts. you hated how badly he wanted to be there, how helpless he felt watching the live score update from miles away.

you sighed, quickly typing back.

you: lost in three. close, but not enough.

he read the message almost instantly. the typing bubbles appeared, then stopped. then appeared again.

your phone rang.

you stepped away from the locker room, walking into a quieter hallway before answering.

‘cariño,’ gavi’s voice was soft, but you could hear the frustration underneath. ‘tell me what happened.’

you leaned against the wall, exhaling. ‘she just played better. i had chances, but i didn’t take them. that’s it.’

‘that’s not it,’ he muttered. ‘i know you. i know you’re beating yourself up over every point.’

you closed your eyes for a moment. he wasn’t wrong.

‘i just, i really wanted this one, pablo. and i know i played well, but at the end of the day, i lost. and that’s all anyone will remember.’

‘that’s not true,’ he said instantly. ‘you were amazing. i didn’t even have to watch the match to know that. but it pisses me off that i couldn’t watch. i should’ve been there.’

‘pablo—’

‘i mean it,’ he cut you off, frustration creeping into his voice. ‘pedri was literally sitting on his ass watching the whole thing while i was stuck playing a match i barely cared about because all i wanted to do was check my phone for updates.’

you let out a small laugh despite yourself. ‘you barely cared about a la liga match?’

‘yes,’ he huffed. ‘well, okay, maybe not barely. but you get what i mean.’

you did. you really did.

‘you have no idea how badly i wanted to see you,’ he continued. ‘at halftime, i grabbed my phone the second i got to the locker room. hansi was giving a whole speech and i wasn’t even listening, i just kept refreshing the score.’

‘pablo, oh my god.’

‘no, listen to this,’ he went on. ‘i had to hide my phone under my shirt when he started walking around because i refused to put it down. i literally thought i was gonna get subbed off for being distracted.’

you bit your lip, torn between being exasperated and incredibly touched.

‘you’re crazy.’

‘for you? yeah, i am,’ he admitted without hesitation. ‘i hate missing your matches. and i swear i’ll be at the next one, even if i have to fight hansi for it.’

you smiled, warmth spreading through your chest. ‘i appreciate the commitment, but i don’t think hansi would take too kindly to that.’

‘too bad. he’ll have to deal with it,’ gavi muttered.

there was a beat of silence before he spoke again, softer this time.

‘you know how proud i am of you, right?’

you swallowed.

‘even if you didn’t win, even if you think it wasn’t enough, you’re incredible. i hope you know that.’

your throat tightened slightly. he always knew exactly what to say.

‘thank you,’ you murmured. ‘really. that means a lot.’

‘i mean it,’ he said. ‘and when i see you, i’m gonna hug you so tight you’ll forget all about today.’

you laughed lightly. ‘looking forward to it.’

‘good. now go rest, okay? we’ll talk later.’

you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. ‘okay. love you.’

‘love you more, mi amor.’

and just like that, the weight on your chest felt a little lighter.

[socra-time]

Socra’s Naruto Liveblog, Ep. 131-135

(As I said before I’ll be watching select filler episodes now that I’m basically done with OG Naruto)

Ep 131:

-this is the biggest nitpick of all time but you seriously can’t tell me there were ZERO other Uchihas who were away like Sasuke was while Itachi was murdering everyone

-I know it’s just because of the dub trying to match the Japanese honorifics but it annoys me so much when siblings in anime refer to each as “Big Brother” and “Little Brother” and so on

-goddddd little Sasuke’s voice acting is so bad

-Itachi’s explanation that he massacred the clan so that Sasuke would hate him and want to defeat him is both definitely a lie AND really stupid

-okay so maybe Itachi DID kill Shisui? I’m 100000% sure that there’s something more going on under the surface with the Itachi plot but it’s so hard to know what to believe

-Jesus Christ why did NO ONE in the village check on Sasuke after his fucking clan got murdered???

-ngl this “kill your best friend” thing is a lil cringe

Ep 132:

-YES KAKASHI GO GET YOUR KIDS

-is Pakkun the only one of Kakashi’s dogs that talks? I can’t remember if any of the others have spoken or if they just bark

-jeez Kakashi’s dogs travel fast. It literally took them like 5 minutes to alert Kakashi that they found something

-awww poor Naruto, he looks so heartbroken when he realizes that Sasuke really wants to kill him. Also his little monologue about his relationship with Sasuke made me sad

-also this is an unrelated point but it’s so funny how Shikamaru and Choji are always just vibing in the background of Naruto and Sasuke’s flashbacks to when they were little

-Jesus Christ Sasuke take a fucking chill pill

-oh fuck NOW Naruto’s going apeshit

Ep 133:

-holy shit the animation is already popping off. In a way it’s kind of distracting tho because the animation style and character models look noticeably quite different

-Naruto said “when I’m with Iruka, I wonder if this is what it’s like to have a father” and now I’m fucking ugly crying about Iruka and Naruto’s relationship

-it’s very interesting to me that Sasuke put his headband back on, indirectly acknowledging Naruto as an equal

-ughhhh the fight animation is going so hard

-the Sharingan continues to be stupidly broken

-the water set piece for this fight is SO good, all the splashes on the impacts are so satisfying

-oof the brief haunted expression on Sasuke’s face when he sees Naruto burnt-up at his feet was so good, it’s one of the most expressive faces he’s ever made

-oh Naruto is just going fully feral now? Yeah shit is about to go DOWN

-so far Sasuke’s curse mark form is underwhelming. I hope there’s more to it

Ep 134:

-what the fuckity fuck is going on with Sasuke’s hand wings

-the animation of Sasuke’s chidori in his cursed form is crazy

-bruh why is the scene of little Sasuke and little Naruto linking hands with the sad piano music making me so emotionalllll

-damn all the symbolism with Sasuke’s headband (him putting it on, it getting scratched, it falling off, and him leaving it behind) is making me insane. When it fell off I immediately felt so sad

-and of course it’s fucking raining

-awww Kakashi :(

-everyone is sad now. I hate it here.

-who the actual fuck is this Venus flytrap ass dude

Ep 135:

-aw shit hospital time

-awww Akamaru my poor bby:(

-oh god Shikamaru probably feels fucking awful

-anddddd yep he feels fucking awful. He really should not be dealing with this shit at the ripe old age of 12

-I don’t like Shikamaru’s dad’s voice. It sounds too similar to Shikamaru’s

-yay everyone’s okay! I mean I knew they would be but yay!

-aw Shikamaru’s crying :((((((. That was a really good character moment for him tho, it’s nice to see him drop the nonchalant/aloof act

-Sasuke my dude maybe you shouldn’t be so chill about working with this guy who keeps a bunch of people in his lair in cells

-anyways where tf is Lee. I wanna see my boy.

-god can we PLEASE get these kids some therapy. Literally all of the genin except Shino, Tenten, and Ino could seriously use it at this point

[chloesimaginationthings]

The secret good ending for FNAF ruin,,

[seagull-scribbles]

But tonight, I’ll need you to stay

[lesbiansanemi]

I will say while hanging out with my coworker last night I kinda made a comment being clear that like. this was not any kind of date and he was like wait do you actually think I think that??? And I was like. Well. I’m telling myself you don’t but it’s happened on multiple occasions where I thought me and a male coworker were just being nice and friendly and making plans to hang out and then they thought it was a date, irregardless or if they knew I was a lesbian or not so I just wanted to be clear and he was like oh my god no it’s actually great that you’re a lesbian and I never thought that and I was like 🤨🤨 and then he goes I DIDNT MEAN IT IN A WEIRD WAY 😭 it’s just that I have severe issues and due to reasons can’t really bring myself to be close with other guys so being friends with girls is easier and also you being a lesbian means I don’t have to get paranoid about you trying to come onto me and mess up a friendship which has also happened so this is great 👍🏻 and I was like ooooooohhhhhhh okay gotcha got it so this is mutually based in us both being insane and fucked up perfect cool glad we got that out of the way