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rayaswrittings · 4 months
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I just want to feel
Pairing: Colby Brock x Fem!best friend!reader
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Summary: your best friends, Sam and Colby, ask you to be in one of their Q&A videos, but there’s alcohol involved… a lot of it.
Warning(s): SMUT! Mature Language, mature themes, kissing, alcohol, unprotected p in v, Friends to lovers trope :)), choking etc.
This is a long writing so I’m sorry for mistakes!
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“Are you sure I should be in the video? I mean, your fans barely know about me” You ask for a final time as Sam leads you to the living room, his recording camera already set up in front of the couch where Colby had been sitting. The two of them were wearing all black so you did too, a black off the shoulder sweater that was old. It was one of the main things you’d leave at Sam and Colby’s in case you ever crashed for the night.
While most people would kill to be in their videos, you never really saw the point. You were somewhat camera shy and a complete nobody. Why would anyone care to see you on the screen? Not to mention all the random internet ships that come with it all. You grew up with Sam, which means you ultimately grew up with Colby as soon as they met. You were only a teenager and now that your adults, you stay at theirs from time to time when your out with friends and get wasted at a party.
Colby would always come and get you from them.
“Our fans will love you. Just be honest and chill, okay?” Sam nods toward Colby and you walk past him to sit next to the dark haired boy, his strong cologne filling your nose.
“Don’t be nervous, at least we have alcohol” Colby’s comment made a small laugh escape from your lips, and you shook your head at his playful smirk. He was right. Alcohol always calmed you down and made your anxiety a little bit less of what it usually was.
You watch the blonde lean forward to turn on the camera and Colby does the same, although you sit back and watch them do their intro. You’d only been in a few other videos of there’s as a small guest but they always made it known to their fans who you were. After all, you all basically started off nobody’s together.
You remember the last morning you had left for school with Sam in freshman year. It was the last day you’d left alone with him for the rest of high school. Your parents were close to each other so you and Sam had practically known each other for most of your lives, but that day, when he met Colby, it wasn’t just the two of you anymore.
The three of you would take the bus together every morning and walk home every afternoon, spending almost every second in between still with one another. It was perfect. Your group was so refreshing, it felt so right.
Your first argument was when you were in junior year, at a party you knew you shouldn’t of been at.
At the time, you’d been talking to this senior, James. He was the captain of your schools swim team and fairly muscular for his 17 years of age. That night at the party was the first time you’d really done anything, he kept handing you shots and like an idiot, you took them. Looking back on it now, you know it could’ve been avoided, but you also trusted the boy you liked. You truly wanted to just fit in with his friends.
That was until he tried to to undo your crochet top in the middle of the dance floor, whispering dirty nothings into your ear that made you feel disgusting.
When you told him off, he got angry with you, grabbing your arm and trying to pull you away so he could get you alone. People were starting to stare and you were starting to get embarrassed, like you were some random slut he’d been taking upstairs.
But then he was ripped away from you, and in only a matter of seconds, Sam’s hand was laid on the small of your back, checking you for bruises the boy might’ve given you. He was trying to talk to you, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the chaos on the floor.
“Colby, get off of him!” You scream, noticing the blood coming from James’s face. Colby was on top of him, punching him the hardest you’d ever seen anyone punch, not sparing him anything. Sam held you back when you tried to get close, they saw what he did to you and there was no way in hell they’d let it slide.
The sound of police sirens fill the street and everyone is quickly running out of the house, and finally Colby stands up. He wipes his now busted lip before looking back at his two friends, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the bloody mess laid on the floor.
You hated blood.
“Y/N-“ you push yourself off Sam and past Colby, looking out the window to watch the police cars pull in front of the house. It looked like a murder scene, and you were so in shock you couldn’t even think straight. “Y/N, we have to go” Colby tries to grab your arm but you quickly pull it away, and now he’s able to see the tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Get out of here!” You can hear the officers radio the closer they get, and all you could think about was getting Sam and Colby out of there. “Go! Please just go!” Your pleading words make it almost impossible to not listen, and with only a few more seconds, your friends were gone.
That was the day you realized the severity of your friendship— or at least you and Colby’s friendship. The fact that all of you would do anything for each other, whether that was beating up an abuser, or putting your life on the line for the other person.
Ever since then, you and Colby had this undeniable tension between the two of you. It was weird, like something you couldn’t figure out. It was only made purely visible that night.
You’d never even kissed Colby, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t think about it sometimes. Your usually able to hide it, your desire for the boy, except when your at parties.
Whenever you drink, it’s like everything has to come out the way you think it. Nothing like liquid courage, huh? That’s the exact reason you didn’t want to do the video.
You never stopped thinking about that night.
“Y/N?” You blinked at the touch against your arm, and Colby was looking at you with a slight confusion on his face. “You okay?” You notice the camera’s recording light and nod, sitting up with a smile. “I think it’s time to get drunk, huh?” He nudged you and you nod with a laugh “first question!”
One of your other friends was there reading the questions for you, and even though you thought you’d start off light, she did not give you a break.
“What’s the worst doing the dirty experience you’ve had?” Sam and Colby stare at each other for a second until one of them laughs, shaking their head with the dumbest response. Sam, of course makes a joke out of it but Colby has no shame in what he says, as always.
“One time I had a girl use a lot of teeth, and uh… we never talked again. It was very awkward” Sam hisses at the statement, which makes you laugh too. “What about you, Y/N?” Colby turns to you and your face almost turns red from the sudden eyes on you. Everyone in the room and the camera was waiting on you now.
“Uh… I guess the last time I was talking to a guy. I had to fake the whole thing and he finished quick so it just felt so awkward and it was silent the rest of the night” Colby and Sam raise their eyebrows at you but are laughing at the same time. They knew who you were talking about.
“Colby, why do you post with girls on social media and never tell the fans what’s going on?” The question takes all of you by surprise and Colby’s eyes go wide. That was exactly what happened with you and why you didn’t want to be on the channel that much anymore.
“Umm…” He laughs nervously, looking over at you for a split second. “Because sometimes, I don’t know what’s going on, alright? I’m just posting the post and maybe it turns into something or maybe it doesn’t?”
“It’s not like their your girlfriend” Sam interjects and Colby nods agreeably.
“Let’s just say if I had a girlfriend, you guys would know” After you guys are done with that question, your kind of sitting back and watching the two answer at that point. Except they had to drink once so you did too, now you were all one shot in.
“Colby, why do you have a pair of handcuffs in your room?” Everyone’s face is in shock in the room as they look at Colby, waiting for his answer. He laughs nervously again, looking over at same with wide eyes before sitting up.
“I uh… you know I-“
“Might have to drink on that one, huh?” You tease and he rolls his eyes at your words with a laugh, closing the alcohol bottle he was about to open.
“No, no. I um… I use them for personal fun. Yeah, that’s-“
“What the fuck does that mean” You and Sam burst out laughing but your friend shakes her head. “Judge says no. Drink!” Sam hands him the bottle and Colby’s face is now turning a slight red. A tint only you could see because of how close you were.
“I’ve used them for sexual fun” He says just as he’s about to pour the shot, but your friend rolls her eyes and nods that he doesn’t have to drink.
“That was luck” Colby nudges your arm and shrugs, that annoying smirk of his only making you laugh.
“Name two dirty kinks you have” The girl reads and all three of you are wide eyeing the camera. Sam curses under his breath and Colby is still in shock. It was still so early in the game, already?
“Wait, I’m not answering that. I already said one, right?” Sam agrees to Colby but the judge shakes her head. “Just one more then? I already day said one!”
“You go first, Y/N” Sam cuts off his clearly pressured friend and they both turn to you, but your face is an even deeper red then Colby’s now.
“Um… I don’t—I mean it’s been a long time so I don’t really know…”
“Oh come on, Everyone has them” Colby teases and you glare at him, letting out a sigh as you sat back on the couch.
Apart of you was afraid to tell them, because you’d never really been that open with them about sexual preferences. Sam wasn’t the one you were worried about, him and Katrina were perfectly locked in with each other and you knew whatever you said didn’t matter.
But with Colby, there was always this unspoken tension between the two of you. One you tried to ignore but always failed terribly when you’d see him make out with another girl. You were afraid he’d see right through you if you answered the question, and if there was one thing you couldn’t ignore,
It was the way he’d look at you.
“I think… I think choking is attractive, but like not too aggressively, you know?”
“So your submissive?” Colby’s words go through your ear and straight down. He was clearly trying to get to you with that question, and there it was again.
The tension between the two of you.
“Sometimes” You try to cover it up but you can feel his eyes piercing right through you, his smirk showing the small of his pearly white teeth that always made you blush. “What about you then, hmm? Mr. Talk shit” You push his face and the two of them laugh, but Colby is no longer embarrassed to say it.
“I like to be Dominant” He says to the camera and Sam blows air from his mouth, shake his head in disbelief. Colby isn’t looking at you on purpose. Oh god, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.
You lean back on the couch, scratching your nose to try and hide your burning hot cheeks from everyone’s eyes. It was like he was doing it on purpose. He was so clearly teasing you.
And you wished it wasn’t working, but it’s been so long that it’s impossible for your stomach not to twist into multiple knots.
Or at least that’s the excuse you gave yourself.
After many more questions and many more drinks, the alcohol started to take a toll on all three of you already. You had only had three shots and even the camera was hard to focus on. Sam and Colby’s eyes had been getting red but yours were harder to see because of your eyelashes.
“Who do you think is the most attractive clubhouse member besides Kat” Colby and your own eyes go wide and you both stare at Sam. Obviously he couldn’t answer that, but neither could you, right?
“None! Sorry, gotta drink to that. Can’t answer cause it ain’t true” Sam sasses the camera while opening the bottle. Colby laughs, both of you applauding your friend.
“Yeah, I’m gonna drink to that one as well” Colby reaches down to grab the other bottle from the floor, pouring it into his shot glass. “I can’t answer that, but I do have someone in mind” he cheers to the camera and his words alone make your stomach twist once again. It definitely wasn’t you, but saying something like that… after the other questions..
“What about you, Y/N?” The girl asks as the boys down their own shots. She raises an eyebrow, “might as well give us something here, right?” As much as you wanted to decline and run away embarrassed, you could feel the liquid courage increasing.
The way everyone looked at you, they all knew who it was. You leaned back with a huff, you could feel Colby’s eyes on you the entire time you were stalling, but when you looked at him, his eyes pierced through you.
“I think… I think I’ll drink too” Sam and Colby boo at you when you pour the shot. You couldn’t do it. He didn’t either so that must mean he doesn’t… feel the same, Right?
“I can’t even see the camera anymore, dude” Sam laughs at Colby’s words. Sam has more shots then the two of you so you’d imagine he’d be the one saying it, but of course it was Colby.
Maybe that’s why he was looking at you like that..
Towards the end of the video, all three of you were pretty drunk. Sam was the least, you were in the middle, and Colby… Jesus. Colby was so drunk.
“Fuck, man” Colby lays his head on the end table for just a second, you could tell his head was spinning. You rub his back, his body temperature is very warm. You look over to Sam and nod toward the camera, and Sam immediately understands.
“Maybe we should take a small break?”
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“Where are you going?” You ask Sam, watching him put on his jacket and grab his keys. You finished the video about 30 minutes ago and Colby was on the couch watching tv, while you had just changed into night clothes which really were only comfy shorts and a crop top like usual.
“I have to go stay at Kat’s tonight. We’re heading to her parents tomorrow morning” You hum, pouring a glass of water for yourself and one for Colby. You had forgotten Sam was going away for a few days. “Try not to have too much fun while I’m gone” You stop and look at him with slightly furrowed brows, but he’s just raising his eyebrows with a shrug, leaving you with the confusion of his statement.
He doesn’t… he can’t know, right? You weren’t that obvious.
“Water?” Your voice is enough to catch Colby’s attention from the tv. He was watching some random scary movie it looked like but you’d never seen it so you weren’t completely sure. You hand him the water and take a seat next to him, leaving a gap between the two of you. You had thought the tension would be gone by now but it clearly wasn’t, you could only hope it was just your overthinking.
“What’s up with you? You were being weird the whole video” His question makes you somewhat relieved. Maybe he didn’t suspect anything, maybe it really was all just in your own head—but how were you meant to explain you couldn’t focus because of how badly you wanted him. Even now, he was leaned back on the couch, his hair messy from running his hands through it and his tattoos on full display for you to look at. Jesus, it felt like torture.
Why did you have to get drunk?
“I just didn’t feel good” You shrug, looking over at the tv and tilting the glass of water toward your lips. You can feel his eyes on you, waiting for you to give him a real answer but he doesn’t push you. He only takes a sip of his water, turning back to the movie.
“Are you going home tonight?” You glance at the clock, it’s already 11. Should you? You have a room here, you didn’t really need to.
But did he want you to?
“I was planning on staying but if you don’t want me to-“
“I want you to stay” Your stomach twists, with excitement and somewhat nervousness at the same time. He was being direct but he wasn’t even looking at you. You wanted to stay and watch the movie with him, but the more you looked at him, the more the drunken side of you just wanted to kiss him.
You wanted him.
“Come here” You hesitate for a few seconds before placing your drink back on the glass table in front of you, moving to sit closer to the boy. His arm was laid on the back of the couch and he opens the blanket he’d been using to you. He wanted you close.
Your practically curled next to him by the middle of the movie, head laid in the crook of his neck and your legs sitting on top of his own. Not much had been said all movie, but Colby was getting more and more touchy as it went on.
His fingers traced shapes on your bare legs under the blanket, the cold metal of his rings sometimes brushing against your skin. He made it seem so normal, like it was an every day thing the two of you did together.
But this only made you so much hornier.
His scent radiates from his neck, and it was almost as if you wanted to kiss his neck right then and there. It was so alluring—He was so alluring to you.
And he knew it.
“Do you want to tell me why you were really acting weird today?” He asks again, looking down at the tent his hand made under the blanket while he caressed your leg.
You bite your bottom lip, looking at the blanket as well. You could feel the tingling feeling between your legs as his hand touched you farther, as if he had been testing the waters before actually saying anything.
“Colby…” You can’t help but pull your legs even closer together, and that alone is all he needed to tell him how you felt. “Not everything needs an explanation. It’s just… complicated”
“Complicated, huh?” He hums sarcastically, in a knowing form. You bite your lip as you watch him rub his temple, frustration radiating off of him. “You know, For the longest time, I tried to let this whole thing go out of respect for you, Y/N” He mumbled, his voice low and husky with passion. God, he sounded so hot. Even if he was upset, you just couldn’t help yourself. “I always thought it would be you and Sam” He lets out a huffed chuckle, still keeping his eyes on his lap. “But I want it to be me”
What?
No. He isn’t… he doesn’t mean what you think, right? Colby Brock isn’t confessing his feelings for you, right?
“Colby, what’s wrong with you?” His body tenses when you ask that stupid question. What’s wrong with him? Like you didn’t know.
“What’s wrong with me? What about you?” He finally turns his head to look at you, his drunken, sad and very horny eyes staring lasers into yours. “You can’t seriously sit here and believe yourself when you ask me that question” You couldn’t think. You didn’t even move for awhile because of your lack of words or thoughts for that matter. You wanted to give in, but you were also so terrified of if it wasn’t real.
“Colby, I’m not the person you want. Trust me, you will figure that out soon enough” He scoffs as you get off the couch, trying to at least relieve some of the tension between the two of you. Colby was so tired of waiting, but you were just too scared.
“How do you know what I want? You’ve barely spoke to me the past few weeks!” The boy calls after you when your walking away from the couch, his voice only makes you stop. “You’ve been weird for weeks, Y/N. Don’t ask me what’s wrong with me when you can’t even tell me how you feel”
“Colby, I don’t know how I feel!” You turn around with frustration, staring at the back of his head. He was still sat on the couch, and part of you hoped he stayed there—but another part wanted him to go after you. “I haven’t just been distant because of you-“
“That’s such bullshit and you know it” He stands, turning to look at you. You were far too drunk for this. You could feel the unnecessary tears already filling your eyes, you didn’t want to argue with him. “Look me in my eyes and tell me that—then I’ll let it go”
“Can we please just talk about this tomorrow-“
“You know what I think? I think your just scared of feeling weak. Your scared of letting someone in, Y/N. And the past few weeks we’ve been getting closer than before, that’s why your distant now. That’s your biggest weakness” Colby scoffs, grabbing his jacket off the couch and slipping it on with ease. You furrow your eyebrows as he walks toward you, and past you.
You grab his arm, “Colby, your drunk. Don’t go out, Please” he’s avoiding your eyes but you can see the chisel on his jaw, clenching with what you thought had been anger. “I don’t know how to do this, Colby. I… I can’t even bring myself to say the words I want to say to you” He tears his arm away from you, snatching his keys from the countertop. No. You couldn’t let it end like that—not when you have so much to say. “Okay, fine!”
“You want the truth, Colby? For years all I felt for you for you, all in silence because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with Sam and Each other. I watched you with other girls since we were juniors! I couldn’t stand you, but yet I also couldn’t stand to be without you. Everywhere I go, I always want you with me—and when i’d see you with other girls, it would make me feel stupid, like my feelings meant nothing to you even if you didn’t know”
“How was I supposed to tell you that? How was I supposed to tell you that even after everything that’s happened, I still can’t stop loving you!” Your confession slips like words of anger said in an heated argument. Colby still wasn’t looking at you, which only made your heart ache even worse. You just poured your heart out to him—couldn’t he at least look at you?
“When you got put in the hospital during senior year, I was there every fucking second with you! I cried, Colby! I was a mess for days, and Sam was the one who had to juggle the two of us!” You remembered that day like it was yesterday. The day you’d gotten into a huge argument with Sam about your feelings for Colby. Sam always knew of both your feelings, but he didn’t say anything to the other. If you were going to admit, it had to be to each other. “I’m usually so good at hiding how I feel, but I’m getting so tired of it. The Same repeating cycle I just-“
“Why didn’t you just tell me, Y/N. Why didn’t you-“
“Are you serious? After all those talks we had about you not caring for a relationship and not wanting a future with someone? You were practically telling me no! I wanted to tell you but then you started going to parties more and kissing girls and-“
“Y/N”
“It hurt me, Colby. That’s why I didn’t tell you. It would physically hurt my chest to see you kiss another girl after flirting with me for DAYS. You played with my head and I know I played with yours too but-“
“Y/N, I’m-“
“No matter how hard I try or how many guys I find, there’s nothing for me. I can’t… I can’t move past you and it fucking sucks” You hadn’t even realized he moved until you were done talking. He was close now—close enough to hear his breathing if you’d been quiet enough. Your heart shatters with every passing moment that’s goes silent. You knew you couldn’t be the same after this, so you begged in your mind for him to say something.
Only he didn’t say anything, and for a moment you actually thought he’d leave you there alone.
But you two were meant to love each other, Remember?
A silent moan escapes your mouth as he crashes his lips into your own, the sound muffled by his. The kiss is filled with so much passion it could make one’s heart explode if you weren’t too careful, it felt like the two of you had been waiting years to do this.
Which you were.

After the first kiss, the two of you didn’t waste any time. Colby pulled you up, your legs wrapping around him as you continued to make out with the dark haired boy. His large hands cupped your ass, and soon enough you felt your back hit the cold wall. One of your hands were laid on the side of his neck while the other held the back of his hair, tugging on it slightly.
It had only been a few seconds ago you were sitting watching a movie—how in the hell did you both get here so quick?
He carried you to the couch, sitting down so you could straddle his lap instead of holding yourself up against his waist.
His hands release your ass and move up your back, slipping under your shirt to unclip your bra.
Colby smirks against your lips and removes his hand from your shirt, lifting your chin to pull away from the kiss. “Dirty girl” You hum as his lips attach to your neck, his comment making you all the more wet then you already were. You didn’t put a bra on—and Colby seemed to have really liked that you didn’t. “You make such pretty sounds—wish I could’ve heard them sooner”
You can feel the hardness under you, and the more you grind on him, the more you can feel his grip on you tighten. It didn’t hurt—it just turned you on even more.
“Colby, Please” You plead breathlessly. You wanted him to do more then just kiss your neck. You wanted him to take you to his room, to do everything he’d do to someone else. “You don’t have to be gentle with me” you tug his hair gently, meeting his lust filled eyes. You were desperate for him and you didn’t care, you’d waited since junior year to have your way with him—to have him want you.
“I’ll leave marks all over you, Y/N” he says in a slightly warning tone as if he didn’t want to completely destroy you in that moment, but you shake your head, grabbing his hand that slipped to the waistband of your sleeper shorts.
“I just want to feel something” You say in a tone he’d never heard you in before, one that made him want you even worse then before. You slip your hand off his own and place it on his chiseled chest, feeling the crease of his abs all the way down until you reached his belt. You wanted him, you just wanted him to know that. “I want to feel you, Colby. I want you”
“You want me to treat you like everyone else?” You hesitate but nod after a few seconds, slipping off his lap to stand to your feet. He stands in front of you, his height making a clear difference above you. His expression hadn’t changed yet, he was so hard to read. “I won’t do that, Y/N” Before you could say anything, he was already picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist again, crashing his lips back into yours as he made his way to his room.
This man… you didn’t know how to describe the feeling you had when he kissed you, but it was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. He was so different from everyone else you’d been with, and you didn’t know why.
You did. Deep down you knew why he made you feel the way he did. Colby was the only guy you truly wanted. Even when you had a boyfriend, you still wanted him instead.
He drops you onto his bed, removing his black wife beater and throwing it to the side, revealing his tattooed body you’ve grown to love looking at. He looked so good in this lighting, and the way his hair fell messy over his forehead—you couldn’t stop your thoughts from running wild.
“I want you, Y/N. I need to know I have all of you—that your only for me” You pick your head up to look at him briefly, fingers playing with the string of his pants. “I won’t treat you like some random slut when your not”
The feeling of his fingertips brushing against your skin made you shiver, it made you feel as if this might’ve not been real, maybe a dream after all. But after seeing his face and feeling his hand stop just above your waistline, everything felt at ease.
“I’ve always been yours, Colby Brock” That was all he needed to hear, all he needed to give into you.
And soon enough, here you were again, pinned against the bed while Colby’s hands grip your waist, peppering sweet kisses against your neck. You almost couldn't hold it in.
Your hand slowly found its way to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair as his wandering hands went right under your shorts. You knew what you were doing with the outfit, and it only made him laugh just thinking about it.
“Please, Colby. I don’t want you to hold back… I want you to give me all of you” you were smirking to yourself, biting your nail like this was somewhat funny to you. Colby didn’t see the appeal, if he was going to fuck you, he was going to ruin you for anyone else.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Y/N” He tells you with a sharp tone, moving to place his hands against the beds cloth, closing you between him. You smirk, looking him up and down once before looking back to his face.
“I’m tired of waiting” The two of you laid there, staring at the other for what felt like forever until He finally gave in, cursing himself under his breath before he grabbed your neck to pull you into a rough kiss. Your body is flush against his as he completely explores your body with his hands. You could feel his growing erection, you could feel his hunger for your body like he felt yours.
“Colby” You mumble in a breathless moan. His lips remove from yours and move to your jaw, hungrily peppering wet kisses down it, all the way to your neck.
“You are so fucking hot, Jesus” He groans against your ear, placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin. Your moans are what encourage him the most. Hearing your sweet whimpers in his ear as he sucked on your neck felt like a dream. Believe god, he’d had that dream many, many times before.
“I’ve waited so long for this” Your breathless under him, gripping his hair between your small fingers. You could feel his cock pressing against you, begging for your tongue. It was big—he was so fucking big. It should’ve scared you but you were more intrigued, grinding your hips against his to gain some friction with the little time you had before he stopped your bratty movements.
“I know you have” He teases and you only roll your eyes, grabbing his hand that held you steady against him. You could feel his lips brushing your skin, he wanted to mark you, and you wanted him to. You wanted Colby Brock to let everyone know you were his.
“Nothings stopping me from walking out that door” You hum, holding his head and slightly pushing it down so his lips reattached to your neck. “I’ll find someone else—someone who hasn’t played with me for years” A grunt escapes his mouth as if he had been fighting with the feeling, shaking his head between your neck before meeting your eyes again; your bratty, untamed eyes.
“You’ve waited so long I thought? So long your body even reacts when I look at you” He’s so obviously joking and you love every second of it. Every word of degradation is like music to your ears, like a forbidden kink you didn’t know you had. “This is what you wanted, huh? All those looks you’d give me after I’d make out with randoms—you were so jealous, Sweetheart” Your ears are perking at his every word but your eyes were filled with annoyance. Colby knew now so why would you hide it? Hide your jealousy? “All those times, you could’ve just told me you wanted me and I would’ve given it all to you. Nobody else”
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling you closer to his body then before with a smirk, shrugging your shoulders. “That doesn’t matter. I have you now” His eyes. Oh god, his eyes were so hungry. At first you didn’t know what to think but it only took you a few seconds to realize once his large arms were wrapped around your thighs, pulling your body close to him.
His chin sat against your stomach, staring up at you like he had been waiting for you to say something. But you didn’t know what he was planning until his thumb was ghosting around your clothed clit, that same smirk pulling at his lips as he watched you.
He slips your shorts off with ease, along with your black lace underwear, tossing them both to the side.
“Fuck” You breath heavily, leaning your head back against the sheets, not even realizing the boy under you was now fully under you. “S-shit!” Your hand fell clasp over your mouth to silence your moan, eyes falling back on him under you. Except now, his face was pressed into your dripping wet cunt, and his fingers teased what his mouth didn’t. “Fucking hell, Colby” You mumble under your unsteady breath, trying your hardest not to moan because he had just started and you didn’t want to seem weak.
But holy shit, this boy knew how to use his tongue.
Your hand fell atop his head in hopes to gain some sort of stability but that quickly failed, given how badly he was attacking your clit. His mouth was warm against you and you already knew you’d come soon. It was like he knew your body inside and out.
“I know your not holding back on me, are you?” His words vibrate against your cunt making you jolt, thankful his arms held you down so you wouldn’t squirm. Colby was in pure bliss under you, relishing in your sweet taste that so effortlessly painted his tongue. You were wet, your cunt was begging for more even if you were a crying mess above him, like it finally found what it had been longing for.
“I can take it” He chuckles at your attempt at retaliation but still manages to one up you, slipping two of his large, slender fingers inside you. “C-Colby, let me-“
“No” He only uttered one word but it was enough to make you listen like a trained dog, allowing your legs to tremble against his face. You could’ve taken it had you been prepared, but it had been far too long before any guy had done this to you.
“You taste so fucking good, Y/N” His fingers curl against your spongy walls, pushing his tongue against your clit quickly as your moan’s increased. It was so clear you were already on edge, about to let go without it being over five minutes. You find your pride slipping from you in a matter of seconds, begging the man to let you come as your fingers tug his hair. You couldn’t hold on, your legs were far too weak.
“Please, please—Colby, please” His ears are perking as you moan his name, begging for him, moaning for him. Normally, he’d take his time with you but now? He needed to release all that tension between the two of you from years ago, he knew he couldn’t last much longer. He needed to be inside of you, and for that exact reason is why he only sped up under you. “G-gonna come..!”
Your mind tried to come up with some sort of reason as to how you got yourself here, How you got your best friend between your legs, and definitely how you were about to fully submit yourself to this boy while your true feelings for each other were unknown. He was thinking the same thing; how did he get so lucky to have you above him?
“Let go for me, Pretty girl” In only seconds, you’re coming undone above him, legs almost falling weak as they shook from your release, sending shivers throughout your entire body. Colby’s still torturing your body, pumping his fingers into you at a faster pace. It was clear, he was trying to kill you.
“Colby!” You cry, gripping his hair with a begging tone. You couldn’t take it much longer. You had to push him away. Finally, after what felt like forever, he removed his tongue from you, letting his fingers slip from inside you. His strong arms are the only thing that held your legs still, and you could see your release painted on his chin once he looked up at you. “Holy shit” You curse under your breath, chest heaving as he stood to his feet. You look at the large man above you, noticing once again how he towers over you.
He bites his lip, admiring your perfect body that had been on almost full display for him. He leans down when you notice how hard he is, lifting your chin with the hand he hadn’t used on you.
You watch through your eyelashes as he sucks his finger clean from your release, biting his lip with a silent chuckle at how lovingly you looked at him. You grab his hand, pulling it closer to you until his other finger was pressed against your lips—to which you copied his action from before, staring into his dark eyes as you did.
“Good girl” He knew you liked that. It was so obvious—the way your legs clench together at his praise. He pulls his hand away and moves it to your neck, pressing a soft but sloppy kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself from him, and God… it was so fucking hot.
Your hand feels his body effortlessly until you reach his aching print, a small smile pulling at your lips against him.
“Let me” You mumble breathlessly, placing your hand over his cock. You could feel how desperate he had been for you, how badly he wanted you in that moment. His hand wraps around your throat firmly, pulling your lips to crash back into his own. He was so rough and impatient—you loved it.
“I need you. Right here, Right now” His voice is deep and makes your skin shiver, the way his hands touch you so delicately but with control. His room was slightly dark, only lit by the strip of LED’s above his bed frame.
“I want to be yours, Colby. Make me yours, please” Your words make his and your own stomach twist into knots, he almost felt bad. He waited so long to make the move, afraid he misread the signs, but he’d never admit that. You allow your hands to travel down his bare abs, feeling every chisel between the pads of your fingertips. When you reach his belt, you’re quick to help him tug his pants off, watching him with the most admiration.
“After we do this, everything will change” He looks at you once more, both of your hands laid on the waistband of his underwear. You lay your free hand on the side of his neck and use the other to touch him lower—right where he wanted you the entire time.
His breath shutters at your bare touch, something he’s wanted for so long was finally right in front of him. You were all he wanted and he prayed you ensue him just as much.
“I love you, Colby. There’s no change in that” You tell him truthfully, watching his eyes soften just before you pulled his face down to kiss his lips. Except this kiss had much more
meaning—the kiss after you’d admit your feelings for one another.
He leans you down, closing you between his large body and his bed, your hand is still pressed into his print, but he’s already slipping his underwear off by the time you can notice.
Fuck. He was going to ruin you.
Your hands cup his face when his tip presses against your entrance, slick coating it by the second. You wanted him for so long, you didn’t care if it hurt at first.
You just wanted him.
From the moment he pushed inside of you, the only feeling you could endure was love. He was slow, gentle to help you get used to his size. The boy peppers kisses to your neck as he pushed further, comforting your slightly pained moans that slip from your lips without warning.
“Mmm” You let out a soft moan once his tip is past your entrance, the hard part was now over. You look at him with your lips parted, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip. He pushes your hair out of your face before kissing you, and you weren’t prepared for when he pushed into you fully with one snap of his hips.
Your toes curled and your nails dug into his skin desperately, the feeling was almost indescribable. You just felt… full.
“Oh my god” You moan against his lips, throwing your head back as he strokes you slowly, massaging your thigh. You looked so perfect like this, so pretty in this light. Your body was almost bare for him, and your body was welcoming him with open arms—he couldn’t get enough of you. “Colbs…Colby” one of your hands release his shoulder to grip the sheet underneath you, teeth catching your bottom lip between them.
“Starting to feel good?” He hums while you nod, moving his head down to your neck, placing sloppy kisses against it. His hips find a steady pace at first and gradually work their way up, starting deep, then fast to your skin. “God, you feel so good” one of his hands travels up your body until it reaches the shirt covering your upper half, just wanting to rip in off of you.
“Take it off, baby” Your breathless words are too late when he’s already slipping it off your now fully bare body, completely discarding it to the floor next to him. Jesus, you were so perfect.
“You are so beautiful, Y/N” He presses a kiss to your lips before moving down your body, trailing his wet tongue down until he reached your nipple. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, the curves of your body… you were practically made for him. A shuddered moan escapes your lips when he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple, kneading the other with his free hand.
“Mmm!” Between the stokes of his hips and the sensations he brought to your skin, you couldn’t hold much in. You were sure you were being too loud but the two of you didn’t care. It was just you and him, nobody else.
His strong arms capture your thighs, pulling one of your legs to rest against his shoulder. “Colby! I can’t… oh my gosh” Your little voice is projecting off the walls of the empty room but you don’t care, only worried about the boy above you. Your head was still slightly spinning from the drinks you endured earlier that night and it only mixed with your horny mess of a body, begging Colby for more. “It’s so good… fuck! You’re so fucking good!”
“Look at you. Such a fucking mess under me. You needed me just as much as I needed you” He grabs the back of your head, pulling you up slightly so you were at an angle you couldn’t look away from him. His big eyes were burning holes into your own, hips rutting into you like he had something to prove.
Which he did.
“Gonna come…! Colby, I’m gonna come!” Your a whining mess under him and he loves every second of it, pushing his hips into you faster then before. Your small body was like a toy in his hand and you were at his every command, doing everything he said.
“Come for me. Want you to scream my name so the whole neighborhood knows who’s fucking you this good—so ever man knows your mine” You knew it was a bad idea but who were you to decline that request? You were already screaming as it was. “My dirty girl, Your so fucking hot like this”
“I’m coming! I’m—oh my god I-“ Your voice is cut off by your loud moan, leg shuttering against his shoulder as you felt your release threatening to push over. His tip was kissing your cervix repeatedly, and you knew you couldn’t last much longer. “Colby…!” You cry out, pressing your hand to his chest as if that was going to do anything. Your orgasm finally tipped, and you felt it hit you like a truck.
“That’s it, Baby. Good girl” His thumb rubs circles against your clit as he ruts into your harder, watching your liquid spurt from between the two of you. “My god, Y/N. So fucking good for me”
“Colby… please—Jesus-“
“You can whine all you want, but your body is calling mine for more. You want more” You grip his large arms until your knuckles turn white, scratching along his tanned skin. You curse at him, not wanting to hear his teasing any longer. “Fuck me? I’m only giving you what you want” You look at him with an angry look for a second before completely switching, a smirk pulling at your lips. Jesus, you were nasty, huh?
He pulls out of you all at once making you whine, not able to protest before he’s already flipping you over onto your stomach and pushing your ass in the air. You giggle, stretching your arms in front of you as you arch your back against him, begging him to forgive you. “I was only joking, Pretty boy” You hum, looking back at his face.
He doesn’t say anything and grabs your hips roughly, pulling you back onto his length that so easily slipped inside of you. Your eyes roll back almost instantly as he bottoms you out, pushing his cock as deep as he could reach inside you. “This is what you wanted? Then fucking take it” He growls against your ear, slamming himself into your harder than he had been before. You couldn’t even think straight, you were already so fucked out you didn’t even remember what it felt like to not be fucked.
“fuck! Right there! Please, Colby—fuck me right there!” Your begging voice is music to his ears, your hands gripping the ground under you as he pushed himself against you. “You’re so deep… so fucking good to me, baby” He hums, leaning against your body so you were entirely pressing against him, his tongue running along your skin. Once again, you could feel his sloppy kisses against your shoulder and your neck.
“Nobody can fuck you like I can, Pretty girl. Your mine. You’re all fucking mine, you hear me?” You cry out a yes, the sound of your skin slapping against each others being the only thing that could be heard. “That’s it, just like that, my love” He praises against your ear, holding your hips to press into his.
“Colby, I’m gonna come… oh my god” You whine into the sheet, feeling the pressure building up fast inside you. He’s a grunting mess above you so you knew he was close as well, he was only holding out for you. “Come with me. Please, don’t hold out on me”
The snap of his hips slow down the closer he gets, and now your body is flush against his own, rocking back and forth to his pace with his face buried in your neck.
“I fucking love you, Y/N. My girl, come for me and only me, yeah?” You moan at his words, throwing your head back against his chest as his fingers circle your sensitive clit. you couldn’t hold it anymore, and neither could he. “I’m right behind you”
Drunk sex always felt way too good but usually it was faster and much sweatier, this felt far too different. Even if your hips moved fast against his, it still felt like everything had been in slow motion. The way his hands held your delicate body in his embrace as he thrust his hips up to meet your own, how his lips parted in anticipation to kiss yours, Colby was so hungry for you—his body, was hungry for you.
“Colby… Colby!” His name rolls off your tongue in a beautiful moan. You can feel his slight hesitance but the eyes you give him are enough to tell him exactly what you wanted. You wanted all of him, just as you said.
“Fuck…!” He curses under his breath, your moans filling his ears as you clenched down onto him. He continues to coach you to it, and with one last snap of his hips and circle to your clit, you felt your body release it’s everything onto his. He shushes your loud scream while silencing his own grunts, fingers digging into your hips to pull you close, painting your gummy walls with his white, hot release.
For awhile, All that was heard was your heavy breathing and the sounds of the tv in the other room, and you soon found yourself collapsed next to each other on the bed. Your chests were heaving horribly, and the sweat that drip from your foreheads were now everywhere. You look over at the boy next to you, only to find he had already been looking at you, both of you breathing heavy—lips parted.
It only took a second for one of you to start laughing, and Colby leaned over to kiss you again, this time staying there for the longest he could.
You hum as he pulls away just a tiny bit, still close to your face. Your eyes are shut, relishing in the feeling you had. How do you go on from this? Clearly you two loved each other, but you prayed it wouldn’t be weird…
“Come here” He lays his arm out, pulling your body closer to his so you could lay your head against his chest. The room was hot and smelled of pure sex but neither of you complained. You were just happy.
“Colby…” You mumble after awhile in silence, tracing the tattoo on his chest for the 2nd time. He hums in response, the tips of his fingers brushing through your soft hair. You almost feel bad, as if you’re about to ruin the amazing night you had—but you had to say it. “Where do we go from here..?”
Your voice is low and nervous, so focused on the negative that you couldn’t even see the obvious answer. Colby made it clear what he wanted. He couldn’t go back to normal with you—not after this night.
“I want you to be my girlfriend, Y/N. I’ve always wanted that” He pushes your hair away from your face, placing his finger under your chin to lift it. “Please tell me that’s what you want too”
Your eyes soften at his hesitant tone, grabbing the hand that sat under your chin to intertwine your fingers. Of course you wanted that. It was all you ever wanted.
You nod
“Sam is going to be so happy��
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Just a little something different 😉. See y’all whenever :))
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mild-incompetence · 7 months
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I like how we don’t see Fizz completely until he has his horns covered and how Fizz also doesn’t wake up Ozzie until he has his horns covered.
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That whilst he’s lying on Ozzie he is still almost completely under the cover. You can barely see the tip of his face and his arm.
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But then the alarm goes off and he has hidden himself entirely under the sheet.
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vanteguccir · 16 days
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TikTok trends | Matt Sturniolo | pt. 3
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Matt Sturniolo x reader
Summary: 4 times that Y/N and Matt made a couple's trend on tiktok.
Warning: None.
Requested?: Yes, by anons and @remussbitch
Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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Y/N sat on Matt's lap, who was sitting on his gaming chair, stretching her torso so that she could reach her phone that was on the computer desk.
The TikTok camera screen was already open and ready to start recording. The girl quickly clicked the red button before settling on Matt's thighs, smiling slightly.
Matt's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to his body so that her back was pressed firmly against his chest.
"Hi guys! After many requests from you, today, Matt will finally tell how we started our relationship." She explained to the camera while gesturing.
"That's right! Well, as you already know we grew up in the same neighborhood-" Matt stopped his sentence when his eyes focused on Y/N through the phone screen, seeing her upper lip stuck above her teeth, forming a beaver smile. "Babe, are you okay?" He moved slightly away from her, leaning to his left side so he could see her side profile up close.
"Yes, why?" Y/N dropped her expression, looking back at him with a frown as if he were crazy.
"Nothing." He shook his head, raising his eyebrows before returning to his starting position. "So, Mary Lou knew Y/N's mom-" Matt stopped abruptly when he saw her making the same face out of the corner of his eye.
The boy took a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily while shaking his head before looking at her phone, about to speak again.
Y/N quickly returned with the weird smile, looking at him from the corner of her eyes as she swallowed her laugh.
"Y/N, stop! I'm trying to tell the story!" Matt spoke, his tone coming out slightly irritated. His hands grabbed his girlfriend's waist and pushed her slightly forward, making her sit on his knees. "So, she was always in my house just like I was in hers. We were inseparable-"
"Yes!" Y/N nodded repeatedly, opening a huge smile.
"Oh my God... You're going to give me nightmares if you keep this up." Matt sighed deeply.
"But I'm not doing anything!" The girl replied, noticing him starting to get upset.
"You be like-" He imitated the huge smile before rolling his eyes. "Are you making fun of my smile because of my big teeth?"
"What? Baby, of course not. I'm-" Y/N interrupted her sentence when she saw Matt's eyes take on a sad look, looking at her seriously while pressing his lips into a thin line. "Babe, no! I love your smile more than anything." She insisted, tilting her upper body to the side so she could see him over her shoulder.
"But then why do you keep doing this?" Matt looked up at her again, his tone full of insecurity, a frown decorating his face.
"Oh my love, it's just a prank! I love your smile, I promise. No wonder I compliment it all the time." Y/N moved so that she was sitting sideways on Matt's lap, raising her hands to his face, cupping his jaw affectionately.
"Hm..." He muttered, looking at the camera for a second before focusing on her face, a small smile growing on his lips. "I'll finish telling it with you like this now then." Matt raised his right hand, pressing his palm against his girlfriend's lips jokingly.
Y/N threw her head back, letting out a loud laugh, feeling relief to see her boy happy again.
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"I'm dating a triplet, of course most of our dates will be interrupted by one of his brothers." Y/N spoke to the front camera of her phone, before double clicking on the screen so that the back one recorded her boyfriend, Matt, and his brother, Chris, sitting on the other side of the table, side by side.
Chris had an almost childish smile on his face and bright eyes, his hand resting on the table; while Matt had a look of boredom, his head resting in the palm of his hand, which was held up by his elbow on the wooden surface.
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"I'm dating a triplet, of course I'm going to have to fight with the younger triplet every time only to be able to sit in the front seat." Y/N spoke again to the front camera of her cell so that it caught her figure sitting in the passenger seat.
Her hand moved, causing the camera to catch Chris sitting on the seat behind her, his face showing an angry look with his arms crossed against his chest, Nick's laugh sounding in the background.
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"I'm dating a triplet, of course one of the other two is my best friend." Y/N spoke to the front camera, smiling as she moved her hand so the lens caught Nick.
The boy was sitting next to her on the bed in her shared room with Matt, his legs crossed on the mattress and several snacks surrounding him.
Nick lifted his face that was focused on his own phone, turning it towards the camera and opening a big smile. He raised his right hand, making the peace sign, before a laugh escaped his lips.
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"I'm dating a triplet, of course people ask me which one is my boyfriend." Y/N spoke to her phone.
A chuckle escaped her lips as Matt's head appeared next to hers, his right eyebrow raised in confrontation.
"It's me, guys!"
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"I'm dating a triplet, of course Matt and I have to go out at any time of the day with the car to pick up Chris or Nick from some appointment they had." Y/N spoke again, smiling and moving her hand so that the front camera of her cell caught Matt, who was driving with a concentrated look on his face.
The brunette hit the brakes seconds after, parking the car on the side of the street, turning to his girlfriend and playfully rolling his eyes at the camera, nodding his head.
Y/N double-clicked on the screen, recording the sidewalk with the rear camera, showing Nick and Chris with backpacks on their backs and looking around, searching for them with their eyes.
Her and Matt's laughter sounded from behind the phone before the TikTok ended.
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"Had to tell her that dick off-limits. I hop on it at night, I'm a menace"
Y/N had her back to the closed closet doors in her shared room with Matt. Her right hand was raised and supporting her phone horizontally, so that the front camera recorded from her collarbone upwards.
The room's lights were dimmed, and only the LED lights were lit in a reddish color.
The girl lipsynched the lyrics, smirking as she stared at her phone screen, her red lip gloss shining with the movements of her lips.
"Uh, uh, yeah, he gets to strokin; ooh, how I love when he chokin' me"
Her hand moved up and down almost imperceptibly, following the three opening moans of the last lyrics.
Matt's tattooed arm appeared in the frame, exactly at the height of her shoulders. His large hand encircled her neck perfectly, just like a necklace. His fingers pressed against her skin hard enough that it was apparent he was doing it.
Y/N opened her lips slightly, smirking before catching her bottom lip between her teeth. She threw a wink at the camera before the TikTok ended.
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Y/N leaned her upper body forward slightly, positioning her phone on the computer desk in her shared room with Matt, clicking the red button on the TikTok recording screen.
She straightened her body, standing next to her boyfriend.
Matt had his arms crossed, his posture straight and his face with a slightly confused look. His blue eyes flicked from the camera to Y/N and back, waiting for her to do what she wanted, even if he didn't know what it was.
"If you want to get to him, you have to go through me first." Y/N spoke to the camera, raising her eyebrows in confrontation as she pointed at Matt with the thumb of her left hand.
The brunette pressed his lips into a thin line, holding back his laughter while frowning in confusion, his blue eyes focusing on his girlfriend's figure through the phone screen.
The girl turned towards him, approaching his body and standing on tiptoe. Matt quickly understood what she wanted to do, shaking his head in amusement before lowering it so that their faces were close.
Y/N sealed their lips in a simple kiss, pulling away seconds after and returning to her previous position.
"He's the best big brother ever." She added, crossing her arms and raising her chin with a snobbish look.
"Babe, what the fuck?" Matt's voice came out high-pitched, his eyes widening comically as he raised his arms in ecstasy, taking a few steps back, almost tripping over his own feet.
"Oh, yeah. She's our lost sister." The sound of Chris's voice sounded from the door, he having heard them as he passed through the hallway that led to their bedroom, heading towards the kitchen.
Y/N threw her head back, her mouth opening as loud laughter escaped from her throat.
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My asks are always open. My requests are closed at the moment since I have 50 to work in, but you can always send questions or simply talk to me 🩷💋
And remember to treat people with kindness always!
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ANYWHERE, ANYTIME | h. lewis
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summary: some of your most memorable times with harry. [7k words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: smut warning. lazily edited. I’M SO NERVOUS OMFG I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M POSTING THISSSSSS I DONT WANNAAAA 😆 NO COMMENT, GONE INTO HIDING 🏃🏽‍♀️ kidding, let me know what you thought ❤️‍🔥 longly anticipated so enjoy my babies, don’t forget to reblog. <333
“NO, IT’S A REAL THING THAT HAPPENS, I ASSURE YOU.”
“Oh . . ‘I assure you.’”
“No! No! No! Not like that, not like—”
It was February, and the boys had a splendid idea that for a Valentine’s Day Special, the girlfriends would do an episode of Side+ to talk all things love, romance, and date nights.
Well, you’d briefly covered those three – 15 minutes after, you had plunged right into the topic of girl secrets, flawing the boys and the main topic they told you to try as avoid (for probably their own sanity) —sex.
“Are you sure?! I really thought it was a myth!” Faith looked across at you.
“No, it’s real,” you almost rolled your eyes, laughing at her reaction.
“To be fair, I thought it was fake too,” Talia said from your left, Ellie raising her brows surprised whilst Freya tapped her chin in thought with her finger.
“Very messy,” you choked on a laugh, the girls exploding in cackles at your comment. You looked to the cameras shamefully, knowing Harry would probably kill you. “Ok! Ok! Next subject! Next subject!”
“No, I couldn’t be arsed with that. You should see the mood of me when I’ve to change my sheets after putting my tan on, I hate changing the bedding.”
“Could do it elsewhere?” Freya raised her brows, the table filling with giggles again.
“No, I have the back of an 80-year-old as it is at the minute, you’ll not catch me anywhere but my bed,” Talia laughed, twirling the wires of the microphone.
“I don’t know how these people do it in risky places, it baffles my brain,” Ellie shared, the girls nodding in response, “like, do you want to be caught!?!”
“I can’t think of anywhere really spontaneous I’ve done it,” Freya swirled in her chair.
All heads tilted to the centre of the desk where you sat, an embarrassed grin tugging your lips as you dropped your face to your hands, the heat crawling up your neck in your already warm hoodie. “Stop!”
“Y/n, you are so bad!”
“No, the stories I’ve heard from her over the years,” Talia jutted her thumb in your direction.
“You actually give me grey hairs. You actually do,” Freya almost scolded you with amusement in her voice.
“You are a crazy horse, y/n darlin’.”
“FAITH?!”
“What?! The stuff you be telling me has me having a heart attack and I didn’t even do it!”
“Oh my god,” you grumbled, your fingers on your warm cheeks, “there is something wrong with me, I actually do get possessed or something.”
“DEFINITELY!”
“You’re actually not right.”
“Why are you like that?”
You were flabbergasted at these comments when they could all be just as horny as you could be. “I’m a horny person, girls! It’s normal!”
“Not to your extent,” Freya mumbled into her water bottle, “we all like a shag but you act like it’s the end of the world with your carry-on.”
The girls all laughed at you and you did too, dispaired in your seat, you shook your head at their teasing.
“Do you still send nudes?”
“Uh, duh.”
“Not really, no.”
“Never.”
“Rarely.”
What the fuck is wrong with these girls?!
“Where is the craziest place you’ve done it? Or places in general? WAIT NO! Have any of you done it with either set of parents in the house?”
“Obviously.”
“‘Course not.”
“Fuck no!”
“Never!”
Yet again, you were the one who had facepalmed after your confession, clearly thinking you were all on the same page when you were not.
“Y/N!”
“WHAT?! I WAS YOUNG WHEN I MET HIM?!”
“Y/n, I met Josh around the same age as you did and I have never in our 13 years tried to ride him with my parents or his parents under the same roof.”
“Oh my god—” you muttered in your hands.
Maybe did have a problem.
“Where is the best place to have sex? Or best sex you’ve had,” Faith asked, “let’s discuss.”
“No,” you drew on the whiteboards from earlier.
“Yes. In fact, can we rank? Can you pull up like a picture of a bed, of a wall, car and we’ll rank our fav places! Our fav times!” You all watched the diagram form on the screen and laughed at the options. “Yeah, this is great, let’s get it. Let’s start First Time, where’s this going on the table?”
“Is this first time ever or first time with current partner?” Tal asked.
“Either or.”
“Well I don’t count my first time, I don’t count my first few times ‘cause it was fucking shit and I didn’t even get an orgasm so,” you threw your pen down in a huff, “i’m counting mine with Harry’s.”
The girls all laughed, knowing the story all too well of your first time with your ‘first boyfriend’ (a boy you’d been with for 5 months) and how you had almost been put off sex for life because it just wasn’t how you thought it was supposed to be. It was just an interaction of . . in and out . . and you were getting nothing out of it.
“I’d be surprised if your first time wasn’t in a bed, hun.”
“My first time I was on top,” you knew you'd either get laughs or gasps while Frey hit your arm scoldfully, “better still: didn’t use a condom, so—” you tried to shield yourself from her whacking, clearly not approving of this statement in case it were to be taken as advice. Such a mum.
You sat back and pondered, it was hard to think of your favourite time.
THE FIRST TIME
You remembered your first time with Harry like it yesterday, how his mum and dad had gone out for the night and he’d been left to watch Josh and Rosie — except both had gone to their friends’ houses and didn’t plan on coming back ‘til midnight. You remembered not thinking much of it, the whole thing unplanned and naturally occurring, it was sweet. It was a good first time, some giggles and no awkwardness — the only unusual thing that might have occurred was the fact you’d got on top.
“–wait! wait! wait! I don’t know if I can do this,” you panted, your hands wobbling on his broad chest as his palms covered your waist, heat radiating off the two of you as you hovered above Harry and his cock.
“You can, it’s fine, it’s fine!” Harry reassured, moving his hands further to your hips where he slowly guided you back down, “just . . go slow . .”
“I’m SCARED!”
“You can do it, I promise,” he chuckled at your nervousness. There was a reason people didn’t do this during their first time.
You could remember lowering yourself down, eyes locked on him as he slipped in that very first time, shy moans escaping your mouth, you were taken back by how easy he slipped inside you with how wet you were, “oh my god,” you grunted, mouth falling open as he filled you up, inch by inch.
“Fuck me,” he breathed, watching himself disappear in you, almost completely gone, wrapped around your pretty cunt. You were focused on him and those long dark lashes staring down between you, his messy, sweaty hair tangled across his head and those flushed cheeks. You ached for him, and the thought of doing something you knew you shouldn’t be doing because of the opportunity, it felt even better.
“You’re fuckin’ tight,” he mumbled, hands running up and down your legs.
“Sorry,” you confusedly mumbled, too focused trying to hold your weight above you.
You remembered that last inch you couldn’t take, already feeling full with him inside you, but Harry was adamant, he knew you could take him, and looking into those trusting eyes, you remembered the pleasure that fulfilled you when he jutted his hips up into you, filling you whole, allowing you to release those moans all you wanted. You remembered being able to move to a steady rhythm once you adjusted to him, his length snug in you, you began to rock your lower half, his hands controlling your hips, the moans slipped out of you with ease, “—Harry!”
You remembered the eye contact, the proud smiles and messy hair. You remembered feeling safe with your arms locked around his neck when he sat up slightly, connecting your lips as you felt every inch of him in you. “I love you,” you voiced, wet mouth trailing up and down your neck and chest, your tits occupying his hands, you’d never felt like this before.
“I love you more,” he pulled your face closer to his, hot and steamy kisses bruising your lips as you neared the edge.
Gradually, of course, your growth in experience had resulted in beds breaking and headboards chipping paint off the walls with its repetitive banging, the plush mattress would comfort your back while your legs would be up over Harry’s shoulders, eyes dazed and fluttering with each thrust he gave, splitting you in half.
“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”
Each time your voice pitched higher, but to Harry, it was like a symphony.
“You can take it,” one hand would hold onto the headboard while the other held your foot, and you’d have to bite your lip to stop any more sounds leaving, not remembering if Callum had come home yet, but it’d be so hard, and Harry would smile at your struggling, and you’d be smiling up at him, hoping he didn’t stop.
THE FLOOR
It was always so frenetic when it came to you wanting a fuck, so eager, impatient and slightly tilting on the aggressive side because of how desperate you became, it kind of irritated Harry how all patience went out the window – which only worsened things because you loved seeing him all angry at you. “Quick! It doesn’t matter!” You cried, you yanked Harry’s head back from the doorway of the villa, your hair sticking to your back. It was 11:00 at night and still feeling 100 degrees. The group were still clubbing as you’d just stepped through the door, the house empty and silent until you and Harry came stumbling home, escaping the carnage so you could have time to yourselves.
And be as loud as you wanted.
“Quick, Harry,” you begged, rising on your knees as he took himself out of his shorts, the heat getting to you as the straps to your dress fell. You couldn’t even properly undress yourself — you couldn't even make it to the bedroom, you’d latched yourself onto him in the kitchen, swinging you both around in the kitchen, you tumbled to the ground and climbed like it was nothing, your lips hot on his, his movements just as rushed as his hands ran all over and around you, squeezing and gripping your ass, hugging your sides and tits, you rushed to lift the trail of your dress.
Fucking on the floor was an all-time low, the concept so fucking dirty (even in a luxurious villa) but my god, did you love it. You didn’t care, you’d let him fuck you anywhere, any time, even on a dirty, white tiles.
Harry watched how you slapped his hands away from his shorts and began undoing his belt for him, hands shaking, he laughed at your eagerness, “you are a dirty bitch,” the grin grew on his face as your face fell into full concentration, sweat gleaming across your head, “you’re gonna get it, stop rushing,” he pushed your hands back to lift his hips and push himself. He felt your smirk against his mouth as your lips attacked his again, wasting no second slipping your tongue in. You lifted your hips as he guided his cock to your entrance, looking over his shoulder once more to make sure no one was coming through the door before sliding into you. “Fuck me.”
“Oh my GOD!” You remembered fucking him as fast as possible, your hips bucking at a dangerous speed while he met you halfway. You were almost crying in despair for this orgasm, your hands on his shoulders for support. Your eyes watched the door while his eyes grazed your tits which were practically free from your dress, you rode him shamelessly with your cries filling the villa. The idea of someone walking in had your heart racing, but also clenching even tighter around him as you hugged his head close to you, fingers scratching into the back of his head. “Mmm–Harry . . ” you winced, your orgasm close but not close enough.
You remembered your hands slapping onto the ground behind you as he sat forward, taking control with a harsh snap of his hips, his cock pairing right through you. The floor became slippy, your skin on fire. You moaned and moaned and when it was almost over, you felt yourself cumming harder seeing how dirty your hands were, knowing he was the only one to get you like this.
And you’d do it again and again and again.
KITCHEN COUNTER
Seriously, you remembered a wholesome day of showing your friends and families your brand new home and giving them a tour of the place, and whilst your heart was filled with gratitude, you couldn't wait for Harry to fill you up when you entered the kitchen and saw how his hips met the perfect height of the kitchen counter.
“Oh it’s lovely, isn’t it?” His mum ran her hand over the countertop and Harry copied, reaching over to get a good feel while you gulped, wondering why the fuck your mind had to go there.
“Yeah, it is,” you agreed, dragging your nails along the marble slate, and Harry found himself smirking too as his mind intruded with filthy thoughts too.
“—move your legs further apart,” he kicked your feet further away from the other, a firm hold on your hips to stop you from falling. You moaned at the contact of his thickness pushing through, your nails gripping the edge of the countertop in pure bliss at the delicious angle. You moaned as he filled you snug, pushing all the way, you didn’t know if the pressure in your stomach was from him or the countertop, either way, it was so tasty.
“I think I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered, a bit amused but more pathetic, you frowned with your cheek pressed into the cold countertop.
“Already?”
Harry’s brow perked cockily although you couldn’t see, but you could hear the humour in his tone and imagine that smug grin on his lips. He pulled a good distance back before ramming back into you, your legs already shaking with pleasure.
“Uh—fuck! Keep doing that!”
“You’re fuckin’ dripping everywhere, you been thinking about this all mornin’?” you moaned at his change in rhythm, the way he quickened his pace and cut his thrusts short, he pushed you further and further into the counter, taking your arms behind your back. You hadn’t felt this sort of intensity in a long time, you were speechless.
“Oi,” a loud smack echoed the room as a gasp tumbled off your lips, your right asscheek stinging red.
“Yes,” you nodded breathlessly, eyes rolling back as he hit your certain spot.
“This the first thing you wanted to do on your new kitchen counter, huh?”
“Mhmm,” you hummed smugly, “had to christen it before I make anything on it, right?”
“You’ll remember that anytime you come in here to make anything for our friends and family,” you just shrugged at his words. You didn’t care. It was your house, you did what you wanted, who would find out anyway?
You tried to lift your leg even more, to get as much of that inviting angle as you could, and Harry helped, holding your ankle to shove it up further onto the kitchen island, putting you in the most awkwardest but exposing angle. “I’m gonna have you walking funny for a week, mate,” his fingers dug into your hips, and you could have come undone all at once, but you refused to let this be over already, so you did your best to hold back as best you could for an even better release, your cries supporting his promise furthermore as he pounded into you.
CLUB WALL
The vibrations of music blasting around the room only made your head fuzzier, your spirit already buzzing from your heavy consumption of drink, floating on cloud 9. You couldn’t remember if it was the club’s wall or in the bathroom stall, didn’t matter either way, you’d done both, drunk enough to not give a fuck but cautious enough to do it somewhere you had a 0% chance of getting caught.
Or maybe 10.
20 even.
30.
Your arms were around his neck, eyes warm with tenderness, he was the only one you could focus on. It was dark, loud, and stuffy but your mind was set on Harry and his hazy eyes, messy hair and strong arms holding you up against the wall. You watched how he struggled to get your skirt up by your hips, the material tight, only making him want to tear it off more. You grunted at his rough hands, the skirt burning your thigh as you kept your legs wrapped around him. You watched him in full focus, the way he was obviously frustratedly impatient, his angry furrowed brows and frown making you want him more. You remembered the feeling, the adrenaline, the race of your heart at the fear of getting caught but not caring enough to take the risk. You remembered his hot kisses, the way you could barely keep up with his lips when he was inside you, taking any last bit of focus you had. Your high-pitched sounds tumbled freely against his mouth, the bass of the music drowning them out. You were sticky, sweaty, and so so turned on.
You could have cried.
You remembered sliding down the wall after, unable to hold yourself when Harry tried to set you down, filled with his cum, legs exhausted. You sat there, heart pounding, legs full with pins and needles, but the sight of him tucking himself back into his pants, the veins still sticking out in his hands, the flushed cheeks and scorned brows – you were willing to stay on your knees and suck him off.
BATHROOM STALL
You’d done a bathroom stall before, but my god, would you never forget that one celebratory party, the one in one of the most extravagant hotel lobbies with the monster nightclub. Dubai, or maybe it was Las Vegas. L.A.? You couldn’t remember, you could just remember the longing you did for your man that night, separated from him for the night as you mingled amongst the girls and celebrities from across the pond while he did the same with the guys. You were bored to fucking death. If anything the martinis were just making you more angsty, a ticking noise playing in your mind as you counted down the seconds this thing was over and you could get back to your man for some real entertainment.
You bumped into him on the way to the toilets, the smirk forming on his face making others wonder if you were two strangers meeting for the first time, eyes dancing with excitement at the sight of the other. “Where you goin?” he asked, subconsciously stepping aside from his friend group, following your direction. He was so handsome, cheeky glint in his eye and that black t-shirt? You wanted to eat him.
“Bathroom. I’m just out?” you smiled as his hands instinctively found your hips, your arm resting over his shoulder with your drink in hand. He kept walking back, keeping eye contact, smiling into a kiss, you looked at him suspiciously as he guided you backwards, back towards the toilets.
There – his mouth attacked yours, his hands bunching as much of your ass as he could. Your back crashed into the door of a stall, your feet stumbling back, you slightly scolded Harry in the midst of your make out sesh, your ankle throbbing from hitting the toilet.
But that long left your memory when he almost broke the door trying to lock the latch so quick, his hands flying to your legs, he dropped to his knees and your eyes widened. You were convinced you’d drooled too. Your skirt was bunched up to your stomach, free from restraint, you could spread them as wide as you wanted. The twinge of pleasure that shot through you made your head spin, his tongue lapping you up like there was no tomorrow, you could have fainted.
Your hands pressed to either side of the stall walls, trying to keep yourself from crumbling under his touch; his actions had your whole lower half twitching, you almost broke into sobs at how good it was.
He was enjoying it too much. He dove his face into you, warm tongue exploring you, his nose repeatedly nudged your clit. “Harry please,” you choked, the pleasure unbearable, and when you came? He didn’t stop.
You did fall slightly, trying to remove yourself from him, but he just kept going. Your hand was gripping his hair, wanting him to stop but at the same time, keep going, it was blissfully overbearing. “Oh my god!” you tensed, surprised you hadn’t crushed his head yet with your thighs, never mind suffocated. You were convinced he wanted to go that way because he didn’t care.
When he stopped, his chin was soaked, and even at that, he still tried to kiss you, but you kept him at bay with a hand on his forehead, needing a second to catch your breath with a heaving chest.
The sight of him made your heart flutter.
CAR
The car wasn’t your favourite, at least for actual sex. Too small, stuffy. Very messy. Plus, Harry hated the way the windows dried with dirty hand prints on them, ignoring when a family member asked about them and he had to lie and say you did it as a joke and that it wasn’t real.
Hm.
The teasing was good, though. You loved Harry driving more than anything, it was a common thing! People liked their man driving! They looked hot doing it!
He rarely drove if ever, so seeing him behind the wheel was hot as it was, the way he gripped the steering wheel or turned it with an open palm - you didn’t understand why it was so fucking sexy.
You remembered his new car, the way you had a long drive one weekend in it for the first time, how it ran smoothly along the quiet roads, relaxing you both, you could have melted into the seats.
It was a playful journey, you’d messed the whole time, giggling and making fun of others, teasing the other for their behaviour and calling them out for their acts, it was such a wholesome journey, your heart full of endearment watching him and his side profile.
London roads were irritating though, once back in the city, and although home was so close, it’d be at least another hour ‘til you got there with the traffic. You were both getting tired, and antsy to get in bed; it was dark and cold outside and you could only see the streetlamps and car lights flashing outside, you didn’t want to drive anymore.
You smirked at the memory of your act, how you kept your head straight ahead when you rubbed and squeezed his thigh, seeing the side glance he gave. It almost made you crack, but he knew you were amused. You didn’t waste a minute, you squeezed him through his sweats, the menace you were, laughing wickedly as he tried to throw your hand off him.
“Fuck off,” he told you, not affording a distraction from the non-moving road, but a grunt caught in his throat when you slid your hand back over, leaning your body with it, watching his Adam’s apple bob as you palmed him through his trousers, feeling him in your hand.
It was dumb to do, but it was the sexiest thing to see him squirm in his seat letting you jack him off, still easily controlling the car with one hand.
You didn’t really care at the thought of someone looking over and seeing your head in his lap or his hand tightly in your hair - you found his multitasking incredibly sexy, and to be honest - you kind of wished they would.
SHOWER
The shower was also a low score, it was hard trying to keep still with a slippy floor and cold wet tiles, but again, when you got the position right – it could be amazing.
You loved roaming your hands all over him, sudding up his chest and stomach, scraping it down his back with your nails with steam circulating off the two do you, you loved looking up and seeing his hair soaking wet, dripping, even more when his hands were feeling you up.
It was more of an intimate thing, the teasing and messing around, trying to wash your own hair without getting groped, but my god, how you loved falling into him when his hands slipped softly up your back around your sides before coming up to your tits, groping him roughly with a sound of a laugh. He loved that, and resting his head on your shoulder, in your neck, watching the water run off you, keeping you warm with his chest pressed into your back, hands and fingers playing with your chest.
Comforting.
JEALOUS SEX
The places didn’t matter so much though, whether in a hot tub with the chance of a £200 fine, the Sidemen office during their lunch break or at your parent’s place trying your best to be quiet — sometimes it was the type of sex you were having, not the position, although let’s face it, they contributed a lot, but the narrative behind it - the emotional drive behind it.
Jealousy sex had to be up there - you were one possessive fucker, but so was Harry.
You weren’t an intimidated person, people confessed their crush on your man all the time but you never felt threatened, and Harry could hardly make eye contact with his reflection, so you didn’t give a fuck as much as he did — the thing that got you both was the audacity of others.
You might not have felt threatened, but you hated seeing girls do everything in their power to try and convince your man, that they were better then you, like they ever stood a chance, but the sight of letting themselves down as women by their desperation. Feeding into the male ego. Making themselves look stupid throwing themselves at him.
Harry rejecting them had to make you the horniest version of yourself ever. He didn’t even have to be a dick about it, an awkward escape or just a friendly wave ‘stop’ of his hand to them and nod to his girlfriend — you were ready to fuck his brains out.
Harry liked when you got jealous, when you got home and he got to see you become the desperate one, even though you played it off for being unbothered, he loved seeing how it got under your skin. He liked to wind you up even further about it.
The worst case of jealousy you’d got had you acting up like a demon though, your rage feeding into the movement of your body when it came to sex. You were known to come across as unbothered online, the topic not even making you flinch – you weren’t nervous in the slightest at the thought of this famous influencer thirsting over your man — didn’t care the whole internet hyped her up to think she was the most hottest thing to walk the planet — didn’t care how she’d stated how you weren’t a problem in her way trying to fuck your man.
Harry didn’t give a shit either, which had you dripping as it was, but still - it was the audacity of her to fearlessly voice her interest in him, how adorably geeky he was as if she was purposefully trying to get a reaction out of you. She managed to get on a nerve, not that you’d ever let her know that.
“She thinks she can do what I do?” you spoke more to yourself, laugh trying to break through, tongue trailing along the happy trail of your man.
Harry used to consider you possessed. You fucked him like you were trying to prove something, like reminding him why he would never leave you - you gave him everything.
But you didn’t need to fuck him to rub it in her face - him holding your hand upon meeting her was the most fulfilling thing he could have done, and you fucked him hard for that like a reward ‘til he couldn’t ever remember meeting her.
ANGRY SEX
Harry’s jealousy was different compared to yours because when Harry got jealous, he was able to put you in a bad mood.
When you got jealous it was hilarious, he could wind you up all he wanted, but god forbid you go there, not one smile could be cracked and then he was angry with you too for not taking him seriously.
He was a petty king and he could go days without talking to you until you said sorry.
“You’re actually digging your grave here.”
He’d thrown the house keys on the counter after almost having to break down the door, it wouldn’t open. The ‘fall out’ had happened after Friday night, after you’d both been out with your friend group, partying it up for some big event for the weekend other few celebs were attending.
You’d had a great time — everyone did! Faith won a £150 bottle of Rosè in some competition, JJ a voucher (like he needed it) and Behz grabbed a pic with Declan Rice.
You got talking to . . an old friend, the conversation not even 10 minutes long and you hadn’t seen Harry since the beginning of the night so it’s not like you ditched and blanked him.
You’d done nothing wrong. You were as friendly and as polite as you would have been to him as you would an old girl friend.
Harry didn’t like him.
He didn’t like the way he looked at you the whole time like you’d be stumbling through the door of his hotel room and show him what was just under that blue, shimmering dress.
“He wasn’t even lookin’ at the dress?!”
“You’re right, he was looking through to your soul to try and get you to fall in love with him.”
You looked at him so oddly.
Right. Ok.
“Seriously, don’t talk to him.”
“Harry, not that I was going to talk to him again, but don’t tell me what to do,” you deadpanned, pulling out his hold in the bathroom.
He hadn’t even been that bothered until the teasing from friends came in . . and then girls bullying him . . and then your comment just set him off.
“He was being friendly!”
“With his fuck me eyes?”
“Those are his friendly eyes,” you chuckled, cupping his face, but he stopped your wrist before you could touch him, his face turning up at your comment.
“What?”
“What?” You were confused.
Then it snowballed, Saturday he’d not spoken to you after you began saying things purposefully to piss him off ‘cause his mood had just worsened:
“Don’t fuckin’ reply to him.”
“Or what?” You grinned, smiling smugly, typing away on your phone.
You were on Facetime to Faith, telling her about the situation (not that it was much of a situation) and she was laughing silently on call to you, not wanting Harry to hear.
“Or what?” He questioned your response, turning around as if he’d heard wrong. “Or your fuckin’ bags are out in the street,” he said, slamming the microwave door harder than it needed to.
“S’alright, I know where to go–where I’ll be wanted,” you said pettily, winking at Faith as if for her to see this, but the way Harry’s eyes shot to you, you knew you’d not just hit a nerve. Even Faith was biting her fist with a smile of shock on her face, knowing how bad Ethan would take that.
He stared at you, silence deafening, and eventually shook his head, but you were just showing off in front of your friend and you’d make it up to him, he knew it was obviously a joke, obviously.
Right?
He told you to say sorry or to not get in bed, and you laughed more, asking him if he was serious.
You were offended he’d thought for one second you were being for real.
“Say you're sorry?” he repeated.
“No?”
Why would you? You had nothing to be sorry for? It was a joke?
You paid the price of it.
That Sunday afternoon rolled around after your final night of the 3-day event. You got home, Harry still quiet with you and you were kind of as irritated with him back as he still believed you owed him an apology.
He got it, because when the possessiveness kicked in: he played dirty to get it.
“—don’t stop, don’t stop!” your knees shook as his head stayed buried between your legs, lapping you up in the kitchen against the counter like it was nobody's business.
Devouring you while you struggled to try and not cum so fast, his actions were rough and messy but so insanely hot.
He built up an orgasm in minutes, you didn’t know if the wetness dripping down your leg was from him or you. “Fuck—uh! Keep going!” You cried, his hair tickling your thighs.
But then in the middle of sucking your sensitive clit, stars in your vision, you felt emptiness, bare, you felt the air on your skin as he pulled away, leaning back on his knees, he got up on his feet, chin still glistening.
He stepped past you, wiping his face, he almost bumped your shoulder, “you know where to go. You know where you’re wanted.”
You remembered almost crying. Looking at him like he was some psychopath.
He definitely wasn’t getting a fucking sorry now.
“He did it better than you anyway,” you rattled off, making it up on the spot.
Harry twirled at that.
He nearly smiled.
It was a lie, but the nerve of you to say it — oh you were brave.
“—he wasn’t better than you, no-one’s – no-one’s better than you!”
You took the pounding, head forced roughly against your kitchen table by the roots of your hair, your cheek flat against the surface, “‘m sorry!” you muffled, “sorry! sorry! I’m sorry!—” eyes rolling in the back of your head with spit sliding down the side of your lips, you were convinced this was the best sex you’d ever have.
He was ramming into you like he could fuck the attitude out of you. Each thrust sent shocks of sharp satisfaction to your stomach, a smack to your ass, straight to your core.
Harry found it the hottest thing ever. The minute you’d said it once, he was happy – to say it again and again each time he hit your g-spot, he was gonna release the biggest load all over you ‘til it was dripping down your legs. He didn’t want to hear you stop saying sorry.
TEETH
There were other times which were just as memorable, whether the time you’d thought he was going bite your nipple like you’d said on the Saving Grace podcast:
“Fuck! . . MM—FUCK!”
Cowgirl.
A long weekend apart.
He fucked you like it’d been weeks.
You could just remember how intensely your orgasm was building, that coil close to snapping, you couldn’t move any faster.
Harry’s big hands held your back, his hips bucking up into you, his hot mouth ran over your bouncing tits as he looked up at you, licking your nipple, and the other, covering them with his saliva. You moaned at the sensation, the way he took them in his mouth. Your head threw back, hair falling over your shoulder, his finger pressed deeper into your shiny skin. You were close. Your arm hung around his neck trying to stay up, your body exhausted from previous rounds, your actions getting sloppy.
Harry but your nipple, the action grabbing your attention and spiking your courage up. You looked at him with furrowed brows, mouth still whimpering moans out, movements quickening again. He looked at you dead in the eye, teeth biting down harder, you didn’t break contact as your moans became ones mixed with both pain and pleasure, blurring well together, you didn’t know what your whines were from. Your heart rate picked up as your hips bucked, moving ferociously to the edge, you felt it coming, voicing it to Harry, you attempted to move away from his mouth but he stayed put, a shriek leaving you as the pain built into your orgasm, blending in with the thrill, it was like he bit harder the closer you got.
You screamed as you came, spasming your hips as you drenched his thighs, he let go with a somewhat slap to the face to break him out of his frenzy. It was probably one of the best orgasms you had, but Jesus Christ, were you scared for a sec.
DRENCHED
Or when you’d unmeaningly confessed your familiarity with squirting . . like now, and how it played a huge factor in Harry’s redundancy for sex:
“–so fucking messy,” he screwed his nose up at your instigation.
“I can’t help it,” you defended, screwing your face up at him.
What guy got annoyed at his girl for being able to make her squirt? You always cleaned it anyway.
You looked at him, leaning on his chest, fingers drawing shapes on it, mentally pleading him.
His nonchalance was the sexiest thing about him. “. . only you can do that to me,” you played on it, finger brushing against his bottom lip.
He looked at you flat faced.
Who was he to deny his girl?
But he did: he hated the squirting.
You came everywhere. Sometimes he liked it but it was such an inconvenience. From his fingers alone, you drenched your bed, the floor - wherever you did it. His face always looked a little pestered during and after, but glancing up at you, cheeks red and breathing heavy after the desired intensity — he broke, smiling, seeing his girl look guilty every time with her innocent expression.
He’d lean in for a kiss, hiding the prideful smile on his face, hands already nearing again.
REUNION SEX
But the best was always reunion sex. I missed you sex. You and Harry hardly spent a lot of time away from each other, not even a month at the most, that is however, excluding when you broke up.
That first time together after almost two years apart, knowing what it was like with other people, realising how rare your bond was — it was like heroin. You could never part from it again.
You could feel the love being shared. The unspoken ‘i missed you.’
It was hard to kiss, you were smiling so hard, wrapped up in his warmth, engulfed by his scent, your heart was happy at the feel of his hands all over you where they belonged. His hold was tight, his movements fast and his strength – the size of him — he was no longer that ignorant and immature boy, this was a man.
Well, still your immature man at times.
You squealed when he picked you up, wrapping your bare legs around his waist, he smiled at that old familiar sound.
You didn’t want to stop kissing him.
Your head spun at moments that felt like deja vu, you remembered sitting on top his hips, giggling nervously completely naked, his own chuckles of laughter leaving him as he lay with his arm over his eyes, both your stomachs nervous with butterflies for some odd reason.
And then you remembered the memory of your first time together, and the nervous giggles, and how you said you didn’t think you could fit all of him in there.
A low groan pulled off Harry’s lips at the feel of your tight walls sucking him in, he couldn’t explain how it made him feel, that this was you, he was with you, he got to do this again. No one else compared.
“Keep going.”
“It’s not all in?!”
Your head snapped to him in shock.
Your hands were shaking on his broad chest, trying to hold up your weight, your eyes wide. You felt pretty fucking full as you were, you must have interpreted him wrong. “No!” He sniggered, keeping a hand on your hip, “nearly.”
Harry was laughing at your facial expression as if you weren’t buying it and turning your face up at the accusation, but . . it had been a long time and . . you’d seen other people and . . settled for less.
Clearly.
The feeling once you took him whole was the most overwhelming ever, the sparks of pleasure shooting around you both, tingles running from your toes to your chest, wrapping all around you. Harry’s palms found his eyes, feeling it was a dream while you slowly began to find a steady flow, grinding your hips seductively slow, twisting round and round, your body fell into a smooth rhythm; rocking your hips, you threw your head back in bliss, hair falling behind your back, you moved your arms behind you on either side, angling yourself enough to feel his thickness stretch to that certain spot.
You controlled the whole lower half of your body, practically just using Harry as he lay there with his hand wandering all over: your hips, thighs, ass, tits — it was the way he liked it -he liked to do the work too, but getting to watch you do it was better.
Watching you made him want to take over, like a flip of possessiveness when he understood how lucky he was to have you: you were fucking celestial, not meant for this world. Nobody on this earth deserved you, let alone deserve to see you in the sacred sight he was seeing right now, it was scarce and undeserving.
He wanted to rail the fucking shit out of you so you’d want no one else.
But he knew you’d never want that anyway.
He was yours and you were his.
No one made him feel like this, and no one made you feel like he did. You both made sure of it.
You were made for each other.
Therefore — every time was your favourite time.
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sucker4colby · 4 months
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Colby Brock your caring boyfriend
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Who will instinctively reach to grasp your fingers when anything remotely scary happens while ghost haunting, just to make sure you’re still there and because it calms his nerves.
Who constantly has an eye on you even though you can hold your own and you have equal amount of experience in the paranormal world.
Who will pull you behind him an arm wrapped around your back to keep you close when you guys get jump scared since he promised himself to keep you safe.
Who will playfully cling to you pretending to be scared to ease the atmosphere knowing you’ll always let out giggles at your gentle giant.
Who will hold your hand and assist you when you need to do a but of physical activity when exploring.
Who will refuse to let you out of his arms if a spirit targets you during an investigation hiding your face in his chest where you can hear his racing heartbeat.
Who makes sure you rest up and gives you after-care during the paranormal hangover you get after investigations.
Who makes sure your mental health is ok because the paranormal world is draining, so he stays by your side where you guys do loads do self care and self loving.
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Something short and sweet for my lovely readers <3
I hope you guys enjoy this short story.
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kiibichio · 8 days
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SAY IT ✩ C. STURNIOLO
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OVERVIEW ;; last time you and your boyfriend, chris, had sex, his brothers heard you, you two played it off and managed not to get caught. but ever since, you’ve been insecure about your volume.. so you try to hide your noises, but chris fixes that.
CONTAINS ;; dom ! chris, sub ! reader, no use of y/n, begging kink (?), hella praise
mora speaks ;; so i was listening to say it by tory lanez and i thought abt this fic . then it left my mind 😭 THEN i saw an EDIT OF CHRIS to the song and i knew i just had to get this done. SO HERE WE AREE !! ENJOY 🙏🏾 (btw we jump straight into the story so buckle up)
date published ;; 3.20.24
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4:11 pm
chris slams his lips onto mine while grabbing my hips and positioning me so im straddling him.
“god, baby..” he mumbles onto my mouth, “ive been waiting to do this since you got here..”
i came over to my boyfriend, chris’, house to visit my him and my friends (nick and matt). although they left about 20 minutes after i got here. claiming they were ‘getting food’ but they would probably be a while considering they never come straight back home. chris immediately took his chance and dragged me downstairs to his room eagerly. as soon as he got in he began taking his hoodie off and throwing on the floor, followed by mine. which brings us here.
after a good 5 minutes of making out, chris stops. he realizes he hadn’t gotten a sound out of me at all, which is odd because im usually the most vocal out of us two. this whole time it’s been ‘so good baby’ and ‘i missed you so much’ combined with small whimpers and quiet groans from chris. but none from me.
“hey, you’re real quiet. something wrong, ma? is it me?” he genuinely looks at me.
i sigh. there was something wrong.
“no, no! chris, baby, you did nothing wrong. you’re doing great. it’s just..”
“you can tell me. im here to listen and i won’t judge.” chris reassures me as he rubs my shoulder
“well.. it’s just- ever since that one time last week. you know, when matt and nick heard us?”
he nods, making eye contact with me.
“ive been thinking im too loud and extra… so im trying to change that. i don’t want to be an inconvenience to everyone else.”
which was true because who wants to hear me and chris fuck everytime we do. that’s also embarrassing to deal with. getting weird looks from your friends because of something that you’re were supposed to keep private, but couldn’t because of your volume? crazy.
he stares at me for a moment. did i say something wrong? then he chuckles.
“hey! what are you laughing for? i thought you said you wouldn’t judge.” i huff, pouting my lips and crossing my arms.
he throws his head back and continues to laugh, “baby.. are you serious? matt and nick aren’t even here right now.”
i look away from him, arms still crossed.
“hey. look at me, ma.” chris grabs hold of my chin and moves it, forcing me to make direct eye contact with him, “i do not care if my brothers hear us. i swear. i want everyone to know that you’re mine and im yours. i need to hear you say it. make all the noise you want, baby.”
“are you sure, chris?” i ask hesitantly
“100% positive”
he doesn’t let me respond again and immediately starts kissing me. he moves his hands up and down my body slowly, his left hand going to my ass and the right one moving to unclasps my bra under my shirt. he breaks away and his mouth travels towards my neck and chest area.
“mmh.. chris..” i whine.
“there’s my girl, keep those same pretty noises up for me while im inside of you.” he smirks against my collarbone.
he flips us over as to where im laying down on my back and he’s hovering over me. he starts moving his face downwards, leaving a trail of kisses on my stomach behind him. he hurriedly takes my pants and underwear off with one pull.
“ready, ma?” he breathes against my heat
“mhm..” i whimper
“louder, i can’t hear you.” he says teasingly
“yes, chris, please just touch me” i say, starting to beg, which i know he likes.
“whatever you say, princess.” he gives a sly grin before completely going down on me, eating as if this is his last meal.
“ohhh… fuckkkkk, just like that chris. keep going baby.” i moan loudly
chris smirks against me. hearing my noises is just turning him on even more. this makes him move his mouth faster. he loudly slurps and licks on me, trying to get more noises out of me as he lets his own out himself. my legs start to wriggle and close a bit, trying to get more pleasure. chris takes notice of this and holds them open and still with his left hand, his right being occupied with my clit, which he was toying with at a rapid pace.
“mmh.. taste s’good, baby. s’good.” he moans, face deep in my pussy, moving and hitting all the right places. he starts to quickly motion his tongue in and out of me. hands still on my clit and legs, holding them open.
“mghh.. yes, chris right there!” i yell out as my legs start shaking “b-baby, im about to-”
“do it. cum all over my face ma.” he mumurs
with one final flick of my clit, i burst and my juices start rolling onto chris’s mouth. he happily laps all of it up.
chris lifts himself up to give me a slow, heated kiss, making me taste myself on his tongue.
“you’re so good, princess. lets see if you can be even louder.” he smirks, winking at me.
he pulls his sweatpants down, his boxers following after. he gives himself a few pumps, spreading the precum all over his dick. chris looks up at me.
“ready, baby?” he asks, sweetly, lining himself up with me.
“yes, chris.. please” i whimper
he gives a small, silent chuckle at my begging before pushing himself all the way in me. he gives me a few seconds to adjust before slamming in and out of me.
“ohhh! oh my g-god…” i moan out
“yea, baby. say it. who’s making you feel like this?” he asks, relentlessly pounding into me
“you! fuckkkkk.. you chris. only y-you baby mmm..” i yell
all that’s heard now is the sound of squelching, coming from the spot where me and chris connect, moans, groans, whimpers and whines from the both of us, and skin slapping. a few moments later, he speeds up, now rapidly thrusting against me.
“chris! oh. shit shit shit shit. b-baby im close!” i warn, my legs starting to shake and my body starting to tremble under him.
“c’mon, baby. let it all out on me.” i can tell he’s close to by the way he tightens his grip on my waist and his thrusts get faster and sloppier.
“fill me up, baby. p-please.” i request.
that sentence alone makes him cum right there. and im close behind him, letting out a pornographic moan as i let my liquids out. chris’ thrusts slow down as he lets both of us ride out our high.
he pulls out and falls beside me as we take a few moments to breathe.
“that was great, baby.” he smiles at me, turning on his side so he can look at me.
“yea, you did amazing” i reply, giving him a smile as well
“im gonna go get a towel to clean us up.” he lifts himself up and makes his way to the bathroom. he returns with a damp towel and wipes me down. after that, we both get up to get dressed and make our way back to the living room. we put on a movie and wait for matt and nick to get back.
“ma.” chris looks at me.
“yes, baby?”
“do me a favor and don’t ever hide those pretty sounds from me again.” he says
“you got it baby” i laugh as i pull him and give him a soft kiss.
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mora speaks (again) ;; lmk if you guys enjoyed this oneee. i really liked writing because this is my first chris smut ‼️ ALSO MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN SO REQUEST AWAYYY. (might take me some time to do them but i will get to them !!) TOODLES <3
tag list ;; @sturniolos-blog @mayhem-72 @hearts4chris 🍵
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andthebeanstalk · 8 months
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Me: hm, I want something to put on the TV as background noise... Huh. Looks like YouTube is recommending something called The Last Unicorn. That's perfect, it's probably some old shitty animation that has aged poorly! I can watch it ironically!
Me, 2 hours later as the credits roll: *crying, cheering, buying the book, composing the songs*
Me, 2 weeks later: So I have compiled all of the quotes from the book that I think could make good tattoos, and also, HOW HAVE I NEVER LEARNED ABOUT HOW THE LAST UNICORN FUCKING SLAPS??? This gay-ass little fairytale fed my soul! Watered my crops! Transed my gender! Can't believe I heard of this story from youtube recommendations, of all places!!
#original#the last unicorn#tlu#peter s beagle#molly gru#schmendrick#schmendrick the magician#two of my favorite characters in anything right there in the center of the story! and I'm glad I saw the film first!#my reading ability has diminished due to trauma disability etc. but it seems like having a visual reference actually really helped!#no wonder i only ever want to read fan fic! turns out reading is not actually Superior to other types of Storytelling. it's just different.#to say otherwise is snobbishness I have been eminently guilty of in my life!#but like it is easier for me to consume tv and movies and that is fine actually. also that's why I'm doing a graphic novel lol#because i wanted to make something i would actually be able to read if i found it at a library. altho the audio book IS gonna be bomb#the audiobook is for visually impaired readers and anyone who wants or needs it! accessible stories for everyone! yeah!!#my gender was already transed but now I've gained an ADDITIONAL gender! which one? I'll never tell 😘#i am so powerful i have so much fuckin gender. my wife has no gender. and she is equally as powerful.#and also she has STUDIED THE BLADE#mostly zoro's blades from One Piece#normally YouTube recommends me shit movies like idiocracy or smth this is like if every day ur cat brought you a piece of rotten food and#then one day it brings you a BEAUTIFULLY ANIMATED TALE FEATURING MY BELOVED TWINK FUCK-UP WIZARD FRIEND AND MY ALL-TIME HOMEGIRL MOLLY GRU#and also it's soft and beautiful and funny and fucking weird!! i wrote melodies to the songs in the books on my ukulele
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thugpugs4lrh · 27 days
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Girl Dad ۰ ۪۪۫۫ · 🩰
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Just some girl dad!Johnnie headcanons because I have BAD baby fever rn and that picture of him does not help
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🩰 at first, johnnie isn't so sure about being a parent, but he quickly falls in love with baby girl guilbert, even before she's born
🩰 when you're still pregnant with her and she starts to kick, johnnie loves to lay his hand on your tummy and feel her kicks and talk to her "hi baby girl! it's your daddy. i hope you can hear me. mommy and i are so excited to meet you...even though i'm kind of fucking terrified."
"johnnie, don't swear around the baby."
🩰 johnnie almost cries when she does the "newborn scrunch" on his chest for the first time in her little lamb onesie
🩰 twinkle twinkle little star? absolutely not. when johnnie puts your daughter to bed, it's the lullaby version of i'm not okay (i promise)
🩰 speaking of which, your daughter ends up loving all of "daddy's music" and asks to hear it on the car ride to school, which johnnie happily obliges
🩰 baby girl guilbert is holding a guitar by the time she's 5, and just like daddy, she excels at it
🩰 johnnie prides himself on being present for everything his daughter does. whereas the other dads despise going to ballet class, he loves it and always snaps cute photos and videos of his daughter in her little tutu
🩰 always doing daddy's makeup, and johnnie never washes it off right away, even if he does have purple lipstick on his eyelids
🩰 coloring in daddy's tattoos! johnnie will lay eagle style on the bed and let his little girl go wild with the markers, just like her own personal coloring book. sometimes, the markers aren't as washable as they seem, and he ends up walking around with a pink bat on his neck for a bit
🩰 speaking of which, he gets your and her names tattooed right over his heart
🩰 "daddy, do i look like a pretty princess?" "sweetie, you're the prettiest princess. daddy's beautiful girl."
🩰 learning how to do hair, just for her. it isn't long before johnnie is a master of intricate braids and has a bin full of bows and sparkly clips
🩰 even when she gets to be a teenager, johnnie makes a conscious effort to still be involved in her life. he goes with her to all of her favorite artist's concerts and asks about her crushes without being too prying <3
🩰 on her 18th birthday, johnnie and his not-so-little baby girl get matching daddy daughter tattoos
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infictionalwonderland · 8 months
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the big bad birthday — h.lewis
SUMMARY, it’s your birthday and amidst the wholesome birthday posts, everyone’s entertainment comes from the chaotic and completely drunk off your tits content!
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faithlouisak, to the girl of my dreams, my sugar plum baddie pookie boo bear, the big spoon to my little spoon, the sugar in my tea, the absolute fittest fucking person on this planet with the best tits ive ever seen (soz wroetoshaw). HAPPY BIRTHDAY OMG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I CANNOT WAIT TO SPEND EVERY FUCKING BIRTHDAY WITH YOU UNTIL WERE BOTH CRIPPLED AND ROLLING ABOUT IN OUR WHEELCHAIRS IN ALL THE SKATE PARKS LIKE THE COOL KIDS WE ARE XOXOXOXO tagged—@yourusername
view all 23,506 comments yourusername FAITH STOP IT.
yourusername I LOVE YOU SO BLOODY MUCH MY HEART IS LITERALLY ACHING AND UGH YOURE JUST MY FAVOURITE PERSON EVER COME KISS ME
-> faithlouisak don’t have to feckin ask me twice sexy bum
-> behzingagram @wroetoshaw
-> yourusername YO YO YO FAITH UR BOYFS TRYING TO HATE CRIME US?????!!!?????
-> faithlouisak AHHH HOMOPHOBE
bambinobecky the cake is so true 😋😋😋😋😋😋
mrskelly THE PHOTOS OF THEM I CANNOT THEYRE ACTUALLY SO CUTE BRO! THEIR FRIENDSHIP MAKES ME SO HAPPY 💕💕
mummy_behz wishing the beautiful beautiful birthday girl all the best! 💐💐
-> yourusername thank you so much ruth 💝
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taliamar LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WILL YOU PLEASE STAND BC IT IS THE FUCKING BIRTHDAY OF MY LOVVERR! yn i love you so much i genuinely cannot put it into words (can put it into our songs tho xx) you’re the most amazing person that i have ever met, you make me laugh all the time, you keep a smile on my face always, your energy alone is enough to make me feel all bubbly and giddy inside. with you, i feel safe and happy and loved and i feel like im a little kid again and i can conquer the world. you’re truly the very epitome of perfection, lover 😉 tagged—@yourusername
view all 30,561 comments ksi bro harry’s birthday post better be outta this world 😭
-> tobjizzle honestly, he’s got hella competition
yourusername STOP IT TALIA YOURE SO CUTE AND I ADORE YOU WITH MY WHOLE HEART, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY AND YOU DESERVE THE ENTIRE WORLD BABY. MWAH!
-> taliamar stop i shouldn’t be crying it’s YOUR birthday
-> miniminter and she’s crying now. @wroetoshaw ?
-> wroetoshaw balling mate
gkbarry birthday lass looks so hot drenched in rain xxxx
-> yourusername eat me out 😘😘😘😘
-> gkbarry 🍽️🍽️🍽️🍽️
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freyanightingale YN YN YN! from the day that i met you i was amazed by you, by your beauty, your kindness, your wit and your literal intelligence - to this day, that amazement has only increased and i know that as i stay by your side until the day we both die in our cute little hospital gowns in our hospital beds with rooms next to each other, i will die still being amazed by you and your very being. i love you so much and you deserve the universe, and even more. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BEAUTIFUL SOUL 💕💕
p.s yes i am lying on her arse in the 8th slide it was a true life experience tagged—@yourusername
view all 16,993 comments zerkaa i feel cheated on
-> freyanightingale cry about it
-> taliamar literally no one cares
-> faithlouisak omg piss off u HOBO
-> tobjizzle flabbergasted.
yourusername FREYA!!!!!!! BRO IM ACTUALLY GONNA HAVE NO TEARS LEFT TO CRY, luv u ari, AFTER ALL THESE MESSAGES AND YOU BET YOUR FAT ASS WE’RE GONNA HAVE HOSPTIAL BEDS NEXT TO ONE ANOTHER???? WE CAN WEAR OUR MATCHING HARRY POTTER SOCK SETS AND GET MATCHING ACRYLICS XXX
-> freyanightingale you’re my favourite person ever xx
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nellarosee happy birthday to the most stunning, happy, loving, genuine, funny & gorgeous gorgeous girl that i have ever known, you are truly one of a kind my girl! tagged—@yourusername
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gkbarry dear sexiest bitch in the entirety of europe, wishing you the best birthday there ever was. we need more people like your fantastical self in the world, cheers for sticking around this long 😘😘😘😘😘
p.s come to mine later, wear ur red set 👅 tagged—@yourusername
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r0sielewis happy birthday to the best girl i’ve ever known, the first genuine friend i have ever made and who i know will always be there for the rest of my life! happy birthday to my role model, my makeup artist, my hair stylist, my therapist, my personal stylist - happy birthday to my everything. i love you so much yn, i hope you know that! all of us lewis’ do (especially mum.. & harry ig) 🤍🤍 tagged—@yourusername
LATER. . .
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listens to queen and hozier and recognises every other lyric from good omens fic titles
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aaron-romave · 7 months
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My Only Sunshine
It was a quiet night in Gotham, when suddenly the coms crackle to life, with a voice, that seemingly none of the bats recognized. That is all but one. Damians blood ran cold as he heard something that should not be possible. He had never even let himself think about it, because even recalling the mere memory of it would shatter him. 
The other night, dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you 
In my arms
Batman's voice was the first to come over the coms “oracle who is this? Where are they?”
“I’m working on it B.” She crackle back in her slightly mechanical disguised voice.
When I awoke, dear
I was mistaken
So I hung my head and I cried
Oracle may not have known where it was coming from, but he did. He knew it as he knew the heart beating in his chest and the air within his lungs. Without thinking he leapt off the building, grappling across the city that his father loved, but he has never thought of as his true home.
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy 
When skies are gray
He was vaguely aware as Batman cried out for him, but that didn’t matter. His blood was rushing too quickly through his ears. Any protest or question simply ignored. He had somewhere he needed to be, and he needed to be there now. 
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take 
My sunshine away
“Oracle location!”
“I’m trying B! But these people are good I can’t work faster than I am!”
Was the last thing that came over the coms before he reached up and muted everyone, everyone but the voice he was focused on. The world had narrowed down to the wind whipping past him, his heartbeat in his ears and the one voice that he had wish to hear again for so long.
I'll always love you and make you happy 
And nothing else could come between
His lungs burned as Wayne industries came in to view. Why? Why of all nights was he on the outskirts of the city?  He needed to move faster, faster, please be fast enough. He begged to himself, to whatever god was out there be fast enough ….and for him to be there for this not to be some sort of cruel trick.
But if you leave me to love another 
I’ll support you as you follow your dreams
It was him. It had to be him. only he knew to sing it that way.  His brother quietly singing and holding him as he silently cried. He was never good enough for grandfather, he will never be good enough to be the heir to be excepted never daring, hopeing to be loved, but it was never like that with his brother. His brother loved him more than anything, and he couldn’t stop anything as grandfather ran his sword through the heart of the one person he truly loved. Through the heart of Damien’s one weakness. 
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy 
When skies are gray
Even at the end, when his brother knew grandfather was coming for him, his too kind brother never forced him. Always giving him a choice and he had failed his brother when he was willing to give up everything for someone as weak and pitiful as him. He wasn’t strong enough to run. He wasn’t strong enough to protect the one person who loved him above all else. 
You'll never know, dear
How much I love you
Please don't take 
My sunshine away
He was so close three minutes out. Almost there the highest spot in the city, the best place to see the stars. 
Northstar, I’m so happy you made it out. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you.
My Northstar please stop blaming yourself. This was my choice. It was always my choice and I don’t regret a second of it so neither should you. You are without a second of doubt the best thing to have ever happened to me. 
Damien felt a pit open up in his stomach.  Less than two minutes to Wayne enterprises
You have to let the others in Northstar. Being family to them, loving them it’s not replacing me or dishonoring me. Quite the opposite Northstar it’s keeping me alive; In a different way, but I’m still with you. 
Go on brother adventures with Dick, try things that make you uncomfortable, but know that he will keep you safe. 
Spend time with Babs in the library, read books that let you travel to fantastical worlds that we could never dream of.
Go to Jason for advice. You two are more alike than you even know, lean on each other, use that. 
Try photography with Tim. Take pictures of all those animals that you love.
Less than one minute
Pull pranks with Stephanie. Let yourself be a kid and laugh at stupid and dumb things. 
When things get too much go to Cass for quiet and understanding.
Go to Duke and ask him to take you out shopping at a regular store or to go to the mall to buy a toy for yourself. Enjoy the normal quiet moments.
Go to Bruce for comfort, he is Batman but he is also our dad don’t forget that, let him be a dad.  
The world went blurry. There is no one on the roof. 
Northstar I’m gone. I really am gone. You know how magic is Northstar your big brother had a few tricks up his sleeve, but I’m afraid this used the last of it. In the future in the far, far, far, future when you come join me in the hereafter, I’ll be waiting for you with open arms. I love you, Northstar now let our family love you in my stead. 
As his feet made contact with the roof of Wayne enterprises a small, glowing object made it self known in the center of the roof. It appeared that stars itself littered and sprung from the object, beckoning him forward. 
He was vaguely aware of the rest of the bats and birds joining him on the roof, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that his shaking hand was reaching out to grab the old dog stuffed animal as the last glitters of Stardust left the plush.
A drop of water fell down and landed on the left ear of the love worn dog. Reaching up and touching below the domino he realize that he was crying. When did that happen? When was the last time this happened?
As he clutched the dog plush to his chest, a frivolity that would have never been allowed in the league, but still his brother who he loved most in this world snuck it in for him. Hiding it behind a loose stone in the wall. Bringing it out for him to hold as his big brother comforted him and told him stories of a better life that they could have. 
The demons heir, Robin, Damien sobbed, cried for the injustice of the world, for his brother who even waiting for him in the hereafter was still looking out for him. 
His body shook as wave after wave of agony and despair ripped through him. Years of repressed grief tore through his body sharper and with more deadly aim than any blade. The floodgates had been opened. His big brother had given him this one last gift. 
So when Batman, his father, his dad crouched down in front of him concern showing through his usual stoic expression he does not ignore what his brother has given him and leaps forward, clutching onto his dad and weeping for the brother that he lost and the son his dad will never get to know.
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otaku553 · 5 months
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I have an agenda.
Long hair teenage sabo.
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littlebigmouse · 8 months
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No you don't understand. Reigen does not commit tax fraud or insurance fraud. He doesn't actually have psychic powers, not even a little, or empath powers or what you have it. His family are regular ass people with regular ass jobs and frankly, so is Arataka, a young, self-employed guy living pay-check to pay-check because that's what most people starting out self-employed do. He spends most of the day at work and then gets take-out not because he's bringing college-student energy to the table, but because that's what the average single and fresh member of the japanese work force does. Because holding on to friends at that age is hard enough without existential-crisis-induced self-loathing.
It is so, so important to me that Reigen is the most statistically average twenty something japanese man there is. He's literally just a guy. A perfectly average middle schooler who liked to slack off and forgot his lunch that one time and wanted to be someone one day, when he was filled with youthful optimism, before life got complicated, before he realized he was just another fish in a really, really big ocean with a LOT of other fishes. One perfectly average fish among thousands of other, average fishes that become perfectly average members of society.
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vanteguccir · 2 months
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Truth or Eat | Chris Sturniolo
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Chris Sturniolo x reader
Summary: Where Y/N participates in the TRUTH OR EAT video from behind the camera.
Warning: None.
Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
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"What's the most romantic thing you've ever done?" Matt asked, taking his eyes off the open black notebook in front of him and focusing them on Chris, his hands playing with the green highlighter.
Chris let out a breathy laugh, looking beyond the camera, his blue eyes meeting Y/N's, who smiled, raising her eyebrows, awaiting her boyfriend's response.
"I think there are two most romantic things I've ever done, both obviously with Y/N, since she's the only girlfriend I've ever had. I know you only asked for one, but I can think of two with different spheres." Chris began, looking at Matt momentarily, who nodded.
"Hurry up Chris." Nick ordered with a smile on his face as he took Matt's notebook, already anticipating his brother's response. Being Y/N's best friend, he had inside information.
"The first was last year, when Y/N and I completed three years of dating and I gifted her a trip for both of us to Italy." Chris smiled big, his eyes shining as he counted while Nick and Matt looked at him with matching smiles, happy for their brother's happiness. "She always dreamed of visiting Italy, it being her favorite place in the world, and when the three years together came I thought this was the ideal way to celebrate. I really wanted to see her happy and achieving her dream."
"I remember that, it was the longest the three of us were apart from each other because you were there for seven days." Matt commented, nodding his head.
"Yes, I remember Chris planning the entire trip. We went to that travel agency with him and helped him choose the perfect package with the best hotel and best tours. It was like a honeymoon without a wedding." Nick continued Matt's reasoning.
"I was so nervous when I went to give her the envelope with the plane tickets, I don't know why, but I thought everything was going to go wrong." Chris said, rolling his eyes when Nick and Matt started laughing, commenting that they remembered all the times he asked if it was good enough or if they thought Y/N would like it.
The girl smiled big behind the camera, her eyes lit up with happiness as memories of the trip flashed through her mind.
"So I think that's one of the most romantic things I've done for her, and the other one I didn't even realize was that romantic until Y/N pointed it out to me." Chris began, gesturing with his hands, organizing the mess of tacos in front of him. "She has a horrible habit of tying only one bow on her sneaker, which makes the shoelaces come untied more easily. Whenever we're walking together, I'm the one who notices the untied sneaker first, so I always stop her, kneel down in just one knee, take her foot with the untied sneaker and place it on top of my other knee, and tie the shoelace for her-"
Chris stopped in his speech when he saw Nick and Matt making exaggerated expressions of surprise and "dying in love", laughing together, making him roll his eyes and look at his girlfriend in disbelief, who laughed quietly, sending him a wink, causing a blush to grow on his cheeks.
"May I continue?" The middle brother asked loudly, looking at Nick and Matt with a bored expression.
"Sorry." The two said in unison, wiping their eyes from the tears from their exaggerated laughter.
"And also when Y/N wears high heels on certain occasions, whenever we go out of the house together I don't let her buckle her heels, I kneel down on one knee and buckle them for her. This is kind of an act of service but that she finds super romantic, and I realized that it really is when I saw that no couple around us do it. There are many more romantic things that I have done for her, but if I were to say everything the video would last more than an hour. " Chris finished, smiling broadly and holding up a tumb to the camera, blowing an air kiss to his girlfriend, who pretended to take it with one hand and put it in her pocket.
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"Okay, next question, how long have you gone without showering?" Nick asked, glancing briefly at the question in the notebook before closing it with the highlighter in the middle, focusing his attention on Chris.
"Since almost four years ago I've been showering every day, Y/N rules!" Chris began, raising his arms in surrender. Nick let out a laugh as he looked at Y/N and saw her nodding quickly with her arms crossed.
Matt quickly looked at the girl when he saw Nick looking at her, laughing at her expression.
"Before I met my beautiful, perfect girlfriend, it was a weekend." Chris said, laughing as he mentioned his girlfriend in a joking tone.
"No, it was more than that. I know how long it was, let me answer." Matt jumped in, taking a sip of his soda when Nick told him to shut up, the sound of a low chuckle echoing faintly through the kitchen as Y/N tried to stop herself from laughing, watching the brothers bickering.
"I've already gone without showering from a Friday night until a Monday morning." Chris concluded, Nick muttering that he had already done the same. "Like, four days." He added.
"That example is less than four days, Chris." Nick commented while laughing, Matt following him.
"I'm a changed man, I don't do those things anymore." Chris said, crossing his arms and lifting his chin with a snobbish expression, increasing Nick and Matt's laughter.
"You men are so disgusting." Y/N whispered only for the three to hear, rolling her eyes.
Matt looked at her with an offended expression.
"Yeah guys, if I go a day without showering I'll sleep on the couch." Chris said looking at the camera as he opened the package of the next taco, putting an end to that discussion.
Nick passed the notebook back to Matt, starting the timer again so that Chris could go back to eating while Matt searched for the perfect question.
"The time is over!" The redhead announced, looking briefly at his phone screen while Matt closed the notebook, already with his question in mind.
"Okay, give me the inside scoop of the perfect Chris Sturniolo date night looks like?"
"What is this, Y/N who created my questions?" Chris asked after finishing chewing, letting out a laugh through his nose, his blue eyes looking briefly at his girlfriend only to see her with her arms raised in surrender as if she didn't know anything.
"Just answer the question Chris." Nick pressed, turning to face him.
"Can I give an example of a date I had with Y/N ​​and we always do it again because it was really good for us?" Chris asked, arranging the napkin on the table as he glanced briefly at his brothers, who nodded. "Okay, I guess first I have to establish here that for me, when it's a date, it's literally a whole date day. On my first date with Y/N, I picked her up with an Uber in the morning with a bouquet of flowers since I don't know how to drive and I didn't want to bother Matt, and we had brunch at a cafe attached to a bookstore, because when we were getting to know each other she said that she really liked reading books and drinking coffee. Boys, understand one fundamental thing, listen to everything your girl likes and has to say, it will help you a lot and contribute to your relationship." The boy said, pointing to the camera as he said the last part.
Y/N felt her body heat up with shyness and love as she remembered that day, holding herself back from going to Chris to hug him tightly and shower his face with kisses.
"Afterwards we went for a walk around the city while we talked and I took her to a place where they only have those teddy bear catching machines, you know?" He looked at his brothers receiving nods. "And we stayed there for a while, where I got her a teddy bear, she still sleeps with it to this day."
Chris informed the last part in a whisper as if it was a secret, ignoring his girlfriend who rolled her eyes exaggeratedly.
"Afterwards, as we were still satisfied from brunch, I took her to an amusement park close to where we were and we stayed there for hours, we even had dinner there at one of the hot dog stands, I remember I bought her some cotton candy later and I will never forget her happiness because of it." He counted with shining eyes, rolling his eyes at his brothers who made gestures of vomiting. "And finally, I took her to a park that had a lake with ducklings and we walked around there and fed them for a few hours, that's where we also had our first kiss." Nick and Matt made air-kissing gestures, making fun of Chris, who pushed their faces with his hands. "That was my perfect date."
The boy finished, smiling big and taking the taco in his hand, ready to finish eating and start to ask Nick questions.
"You two are so disgusting." Matt said in a joking tone, passing the notebook to Nick, knowing that Chris would sit there.
Y/N smiled behind the camera, her cheeks already hurting from how much she was doing it, her heart warming up while hearing Chris talk about them with so much love, feeling like she could fall in love with him all over again.
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Extra - comments:
"omg Chris seems like a really great boyfriend!!"
"they are so pretty together."
"one day I want to have a partner who cares about me as much as Chris cares about Y/N."
"the fact that he took her TO ITALY just because he wanted to see her happy 😭"
"Chris, the last romantic man on earth."
"the way he talks about her 😫"
"get married already."
"petition for Y/N and Chris to make a video talking about all his romantic acts ✏️📄"
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MEET THE UNCLES | h. lewis
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summary: harry brings the babies to meet the boys! [9.3k words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: surpriseee, baby bog fic for you lot, it’s been a while!! 🥳 plssss let me know what you think!!! 💗 i thought this was the cutest idea and was excited to start adding lil dad!bog moments of him already being the best dad. hope it doesn’t seem rushed! enjoy! and don’t forget to reblog! <333
IT HAD ALMOST BEEN 6 WEEKS SINCE you welcomed two new little faces to the world, six weeks since your world changed completely, and more notably, six weeks since you had been in contact with the real world.
The baby bubble was in full swing. Your home was suffocating with that sweet baby smell, clean cotton and baby powder, and looked the part too, with blankets and moses baskets in the living room, packs of nappies and wipes stacked by the sofa, endless baby clothes hanging around the house, and formula and bottles sitting out on the kitchen counter. Not forgetting the sterilizing station which was never off.
But that wasn’t even it. The baby bubble was you feeling cozied up at home all day, every day, away from the outside world of responsibilities and havoc, enjoying the safety and privacy of your home to grow and bond with your two, new little babies. To learn everything there is about them. Recognise their patterns. Suss out who they were gonna be.
It was just you, Harry, and them.
It was tiring, of course. Over a month of the most fucked up sleeing pattern you’d ever have, but worth it, I suppose. The only time you left was to do little strolls around the park or maybe nip into town, but nothing could beat home when it was pouring outside, no responsibilities beyond your front door. It was a bonding experience for you and Harry in itself, seeing who was going to be nice to get up and make the bottle or be the one to kick the other to see who needed their nappy changed, and wake up along with to keep the other company.
Harry was in awe of you, and you were in awe of Harry. He’d really taken you by surprise. For those whole 9 months, he’d had the worst anxiety ever over being a parent, convinced every worst case scenario to occur whilst caring for an infant, would occur. But it hadn’t, and if anything — he had more confidence than you at this point.
He checked the time on his phone, a blue blanket covering his shoulder with his baby boy snoozing on top of it, out for the count after his bottle while you carried his sister to the front door, seeing Harry’s parents out. “—I’ll have a look at it tomorrow if you want,” you talked with his Dad, Rosie standing next to him with shivering shoulders, her arms crossed to keep warm under the night’s sky. She was quick to go wait in the car.
His Mum was in the living room, feeling a part of that baby bubble herself every time she walking into your home and saw you both with her grandbabies. It would just never sink in.
She was fully convinced her heart exploded seeing you all at home for the first time, walking into your living room to find a very sleepy Harry and you sitting on the sofa, tired eyes and tired smiles, a baby each in your arm as you sat comfortably next to each other. The TV wasn’t even on but just your lamp as you two talked between yourselves, feeding them both, looking up at who had walked through the door.
She’d taken a photo to capture the memory, because she hadn’t felt her heart burst with pride so much seeing you take to your new responsibilities so smoothly. And so adoringly.
It made her tear up, seeing her firstborn experience this stage.
Talking to him so casually while he held that little baby on his shoulder, it almost triggered her again! She remembered the days she had to force him to hold a child! “—I could cry again!”
“Oh my days, please,” Harry threw his head back, crossing his sock-covered feet over the other. “He doesn’t even.”
“He does!”
“How? All babies literally look the same when they're just born, they look like aliens.”
“I’m telling you now, I will send a picture of you just days old and you tell me he is not your spitting image,” she stood up with her bag, ready to head home to dig through those baby pics. “Although I am starting to see hints of y/n.”
“All I see are hints of y/n,” he said, looking down at his sleeping son. “Anyway, about tomorrow . . do you think that’s ok for us to do?”
“I think it’s whatever you guys think. Whatever makes you guys comfortable, there’s no precise rules. If you’re fine with it, go ahead. I had everyone meeting you lot when you were still in the hospital, it’s whatever you think is best for your child. I think they’ll be fine. They’ve already met a good bit of family, they should be grand.” His Mum gave her input. “Well, I’m off. I’m sure I’ll maybe see you tomorrow at some stage,” she kissed you all goodbye, “goodnight! Love you!”
“Love you,” you called from the door, closing it behind them. You locked the door for the night, getting ready for bed.
Walking back into the living room, patting the back off the windy baby on your shoulder, you looked down at Harry on the sofa.
He was so cute.
He laughed at you.
“What are you laughin’ at?”
It didn’t take much to spot the new mum, your sweats, baggy t-shirt with the odd milk stain, a messy bun of hair and not forgetting the faint eye bags - his little love was exhausted. But she still smiled every day, and that just made his heart grow. She was rocking it.
“Just you,” he dreamily sighed, resting his head back.
“You don’t look any better,” you grinned, tapping his foot with yours.
He did. He looked so good.
In fact, he had a Dad glow almost, despite those tired eyes and messy hair, you’d give him baby number 3 if you had the energy to do it so soon. “What do you want for dinner tomorrow?”
“Well, this is my idea,” he proposed, watching you continuously pat his baby girl’s back. “So tomorrow, when I bring the twins into work with me, you can have all morning to do whatever it is you want, and then after when we’re wrapped, I’ll meet up in town and we can all go for a Nando’s. How’s that sound?”
You raised your brows, “hm, that sounds pretty bangin’.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. But . . now are you sure you want to go on your own tomorrow? I can help if you want. I don’t want you to stress, I can even meet up l—”
“Y/n . . y/n. I’ll be fine. I want to do this, I want to do it for you. And for the boys! I want to surprise them,” he reassured, looking at you sincerely.
Harry had planned to come into the ‘office’ tomorrow to surprise the boys with the newest editions. He talked to the boys everyday, and he’d saw a couple of them in the weeks he was off work, but none were yet to have met his baby boy and girl. He wanted them to, of course he did, but even if all was good to do so, their schedules had been so hectic, and they didn’t want to offend you with constant visitations while you were trying to find your feet. Believe me, they were busting to see those Lewis twins more than anyone.
You both weren’t as fussy with having people around your twins, they were over a month old and you’d gathered so much advice from the hospital, from your midwives, from other parents, from online, from your friends and family, and you knew there was no harm them getting a little cuddle from some of the boys.
Harry had it all planned. He’d been keeping up with the groupchat and checking in when their next shoot was for MoreSidemen so he could drop by, and tomorrow was the perfect opportunity.
You trusted him completely to take them both for their morning, you were just worried he’d get nervous and doubt himself, but he seemed too excited to be thinking like that, and you encouraged him to go for it.
“You take that nice, relaxing bath, wash your hair, do your skincare. Get dressed, make yourself a nice breakfast you don’t need to rush and a cup of tea that you won’t end up drinking cold, and lounge about. And then, I’ll text you when I’m done and you can make your way into town once you’re ready, okay?”
“Okay,” you smiled, thinking of your day already.
What would you do for four hours? Was it bad you weren’t a nervous wreck at the thought of leaving your babies for a few hours?
Pfffftt. With Harry? No way. They were just over 5 weeks old and made it very clear who they preferred, but we’ll not get into that.
He smiled. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you smiled back, placing a kiss on his lips. And again and again, feeling his stubble on your face. He was quick to shave it now, not wanting to irritate the delicate skin on his babes, but the familiar feeling tickled you.
His free hand snuck up and tuck your hair behind your ear before slightly tilting your head, trying to get better access, and your heart fluttered, and Harry could feel your smirk against his mouth, having him reciprocate as he knew your mind wandered off.
He was such a DILF.
“Is she asleep?” You pulled away before you fell on top of him, flicking your hair back.
You spun around, and he was met with the eyes she’d stolen from him. “Nope.”
The following morning, you got up at 8:00 to help get the babies ready for their big day of meeting their uncles, allowing Harry to get showered and dressed, you had them sitting perfectly for their daddy to take out.
“—you are just going to melt their hearts with those big eyes and long lashes,” you buckled your baby girl in one car seat, Harry tucking her baby pink blanket in afterwards. “And you are just going to steal the show, showing everyone who the first big boy is,” you kissed your boy’s cheek repeatedly, buckling him in next. Harry copied his actions, tucking the warm baby blue blanket over his mini-me, face full of concentration as wobbled hunched on his knees.
You were so proud of him. You knew it was the bare minimum for men but for someone like Harry who was adamant this was just something he should never do – your heart burst, and you kissed him, wishing him the best of luck and a good day.
“See you later, gorgeous,” he leant down to get your kiss on his cheek, but the compliment just set your mood up for the day, and you beamed, grabbing his face in your hands and kissed four loud smacks to his face. Harry’s cocky grin took his face as he stood at the front door, knowing the neighbours see.
“Love you. Be safe,” you let him go, “‘n look after them!”
“Of course I will,” he muttered, slouching to get a kiss off his wife once more, bringing your face back. Never would he ever get tired of those lips on his, and neither would you, feeling all tingly when his hand lifted your face up towards him.
It had been a longgg 6 weeks.
It would be weird not having the other around for a bit, but few hours apart would do you good.
If Harry would go. “Harry,” you breathed, laughing at his greed, “go. I need to get showered.”
He pressed one more to your cheek and then he was off, carrying both car seats to the car, shooting you two thumbs up through the window where you smiled and waved from.
“Please drive safe,” you muttered to yourself.
“Boys, I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m still rusty driving this thing,” he spoke from the driver’s seat, maneuvering your default positioning with your chair and rear view mirror. As expected, there was no response from the backseat.
Harry was excited. He was buzzing beyond belief. Running up those stairs to the office with his hands full, the smile wouldn’t leave his face.
He turned the corner, peaking, he could see the six of them chilling on the sofa, chatting amongst themselves before preparing for their next shoot.
“Boys,” he called, grabbing all their attention, “. . look what I made.”
Mouths dropped open and brows raised as he rounded the corner, twisting the seats around, all shocked faces were stunned by the blond’s surprise visit but more so at the sight of the two little ones he brought with him, sleeping snug in the carriers.
“HARRY . . WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“You’re kidding,” Ethan sat up with the biggest smile on his face, Vik next to him with his hand on his mouth, “no way!”
“Are they— are they there?!” JJ hunched forward as Harry made his way over, the crew pausing their actions to be part of the meeting. They were shocked to see Harry too.
“Yeah man! Yeah, what’d you mean?” He laughed, bringing them over to the couch. He placed them on the floor, taking a seat at the end so he could lift them out.
“You think he was gonna go the extra length of carrying two empty car seats all the way to here?” Simon laughed at JJ.
“Yeah?!”
“Oh my god, Bog,” Ethan inwardly gasped, watching the man already in the zone of lifting out the tiniest being the boys had ever seen. They hadn’t even met Olive this young. Ethan was baffled just watching him, even more baffled he’d come here on his own, without you. “Oh my god!”
“It’s fine man, it’s fine,” he raised the baby up above, capturing the newborn scrunch for all the boys to see.
And awed out loud.
They were amazed.
Harry looked around at them, clueless by the silence and them just watching, snickering to himself, “Does . . does anyone want to hold them?” He broke this unnecessary tension, humoured by the uptight bunch. “Who—who wants this one?” He looked to Vik.
“Yeah, I–I’ll take him, yeah,” he nervously laughed, the boys laughing along with them. Of course they all wanted to see them, they were just scared.
Especially with it being Harry. It felt like there was pressure on them, because if he could do it, they all should definitely be able to do it. The boys were in awe of Harry. I mean they all knew things changed when you had your own but . . this was scary. Why was he so confident? How was he doing that? Who was this?!
Harry copied your routine and gave Vik a pillow to lean his arms on before settling his baby boy in his arms, not sparing him a second glance before reaching for the next one, pulling his daughter over and unbuckling her out of her car seat, the boys even more struck but her size and compared in Harry’s hands, looking even smaller than the last. “There she is!” His soft tone soothed her while moving her around. “Here’s my Princess!”
“Oh my god! Boggo!” Tobi couldn’t take his eyes off him as he stood up to pass her onto him at the other end of the couch, but Tobi took her gracefully and his heart melted as an inaudible sound left his lips, expression plastered with adoration.
Harry looked between them both, seeing both kids still peacefully asleep and kicked his shoes off before grabbing a drink from the mini fridge. “How are you a father? How are you someone’s dad?”
“Brother, how do you have two?”
“It’s a madness, man.” He took his spot on the sofa.
“How are you man? How you been?” Simon grabbed his hand in a handshake next to him, as the boys all pitched in their greetings. They hadn’t seen him in work for a long time, he’d filmed so many pre-recorded videos for the channels that there was no reason for him to be in, the only time they’d seen him was when he managed to meet up for a quick hour so he wasn’t feeling trapped in the house or at football, training with Ethan.
“I need to send a picture to Faith, man. She won’t believe this,” the ginger laughed, already taking a photograph to rub in the blonde’s face. She had been besotted since the minute she’d met them.
The girls had already met the babies as they obviously had less hectic schedules. When Harry had made an afternoon to go out for dinner after a meeting and training, you welcomed your girls over.
And it was a day none of you would forget:
Ellie was first. She had errands to run, but made time to at least get sitting with you for a cup of tea to see these already famous babies. “Hiii!”
“Hi! Come in! Come in!” You waved her in, seeing her little giftbag in her hands. She was the sweetest ever.
You hugged and kissed her hello, guiding her into your slightly tidied living room where her hands immediately flew to her mouth in shock and eyes well up. “I’m going to cry.”
“Don’t cry! Get a snuggle!” You placed your hands on her shoulders with a little laugh, encouraging her to go inside.
Your two little ducks sat in their Mamaroos, pouty lips on show as they slept. They might have had their dad’s pouty lips but they had your sleeping trait of having your arms above your head.
“AH! They sleep like you!” Ellie expectedly pointed out, mocking the position she’d seen many times in your nights spent together. Usually abroad, when you’d gone out and came back to freshen up but really escaped to go ‘lie down for 5 minutes’.
“I know!”
You made cups of tea and sat on the sofa, the twins not long waking up after the noise of talking they hadn’t heard since Dad left. Ellie gushed again, her heart bursting seeing their eyes open and look up at her and their Mama. “Look at them!”
“This is your Auntie Ellie,” you said in a squeaky voice, lifting each of them up, “say hi!”
“Look at that scrunch!” She quietly squealed, taking your baby boy. “Oh y/n they are the cutest faces I have ever seen,” she smiled with him on her chest, “hello little man!”
“Your Aunt Ellie and Uncle Vik will get you whatever you want so make sure to go to them when you’re asking for something,” you grinned, passing her the other one.
“I mean, I think you’re Dad will do that for you already but I promise you will get the best Christmas presents out of your other aunties and uncles,” she promised, hands holding the two close to her, keeping her warm and cuddly. She was in love.
It was so good to catch up with her, getting to gossip as girls for the first time in a long time before she began to head. She was such a good friend and you adored her endlessly. Like Vik, she had an effect that just made you naturally better yourself without even doing anything. She could always lift the mood.
“You are amazing. If you ever need anything, you know to call me. If Harry’s at work and you want to nap for an hour, I am more than happy to even watch them while you’re upstairs.”
“Thanks, El. I will really hold you to that,” you smiled lovingly at her, kissing her on the cheek with a grateful hug. “I love you.”
“I love you. Keep doing what you’re doing, you look great while doing it.”
You held your chest, emotionally watching her leave.
Another set of your favourite girls came next, Talia and Freya, together like they usually tended to do.
And it was wild.
“I’m actually so nervous, I’m literally shaking,” Talia showed you her trembling hand as they stepped through the door.
“Why are you shaking, you weirdo?! Why are you nervous?” You laughed, waiting for them to kick their shoes off to go upstairs. It was evening time, you’d just had your dinner and went upstairs to chill in bed with the twins chilling alongside you on Harry’s side of the bed.
“I don’t know! ‘Cause I just know I’m going to get all weird and emotional!” She cried.
“When you facetimed me, I was still in denial. I said to Josh, I was like ‘nope! Dolls! They’re dolls! Better still - she wasn’t even pregnant! Was all just a lie!’” Freya hugged you, laughing, swinging you side to side. “How are you, beautiful?”
“I’m ok. Tired. And being such a clinger and missing Harry?” you shared a weirded look with them, hating yourself for feeling like that. “But now you guys are here, I’m over that.”
They laughed at you, Freya grabbing their tea and Talia grabbing the biscuits before bringing them upstairs.
When you pushed open the door and let the girls look inside first, seeing those two little beings prepped up on some pillows, hands crossed and eyes open, dummies going wild, you heard a squeak leave their lips.
Talia dropped the pack of biscuits, hands going to her mouth, fingertips touching the tears leaking out her eyes and she pretended to turn around and walk away.
“MOVE! LET ME SEE!” Freya pushed past.
They both let a few tears slip, climbing on the bed, you watched the both of them just stare at them, reaching their fingers to stroke their little hands. It was amusing watching on the other side, now, being the host. Being the Mum.
“They’re just beautiful,” Freya frowned, gently swaying with your daughter in her arms. “Very like Harry, though.”
“So like Harry,” Talia agreed, widening her eyes with your baby boy looking up at her in her arms.
“You know what? You know . . now that you say that . . you two are the first to say that,” you closed your eyes sarcastically, fingers touching your head at the words you felt like you’d hear for the rest of your days.
They both laughed, all of you huddled in your massive bed, all snug together. “I can’t believe we’re at that stage where I’m meeting your babies. You have babies now, y/n, you are a mum,” Talia emphasised. “You’re someone’s mum.
“I know. I feel so old,” you fell back with a grin.
They stayed for a long time, not letting you life a finger once whilst they were there; you made their bottles, but the girls were eager to feed and wind them, and even offered to change them after. The afternoon was so fun, just you and your girls, laughing and gossiping in your bedroom like you used to, except you had two little tag alongs joining in. Your stomach hurt from laughter, and you even got to do more laundry, of course, the girls taking the absolute piss out of you and your new mum stuff, like when Talia grabbed your new bras from the radiator and was able to put it on her head, struggling to get a breath as it acted like a hat. You hated them so much.
Freya sat next to you with her back to your headboard and her nephew sitting against her thighs, Talia was rambling with her niece rocking in her arms, walking around the room in her heated discussion. “—but yeah. None of my business. I’m not saying anything more, karma can take its course now, not my problem!”
“As you should,” you agreed, munching on your crisps.
“This is so weird,” Freya interrupted, fiddling with the boy’s feet, fascinated by how a person could once be this tiny. “I’m never getting used to this.”
“Are they hard work?”
“They’re honestly not the worst, like they’re pretty relaxed babies half the time, I won’t lie,” you explained. “They’re not whiney and they’re good sleepers, like they sleep a couple hours at a time. As long as they’re warm and comfy, they’re content enough,” you rubbed your eyes. Faith had scared you when she’d told you about Olive and her struggles with her sleeping pattern — because she didn’t have one. She just hated sleep.
“How’s Harry holding up?”
“Guys, Harry is so good,” you sighed with jealousy, rolling your head back. “Like, scarily good. I actually want to cry at times. He’s already definitely their favorite, I’m not even kidding.”
“Shut up!”
“How?!”
“He’s so confident,” you laughed with shock. “He literally hasn’t asked — he doesn’t — he just does. He just does everything on his own, he hasn’t asked for anything! I was convinced I was gonna have to pick them up for him and hand him them, get him used on how to hold their head or getting them in and out of seats, feeding— no! Nope! Nothing! I came down the other morning, he’s watching football highlights, holding the head properly, rubbing and patting his back, getting his wind up, eating his cereal at the same time, not even lookin’ at ‘em!”
“STOP!”
“Stop, why do I want to cry?” Talia frowned, “I am so proud of that boy.”
“He has taken everyone by surprise, it’s so nice to see.”
“He literally had anxiety for nothing. He makes me nervous, like, I’m not doing things properly!”
“Shut up, they are the happiest babies I have seen. I mean, they don’t cry every time they see your face, you know? I take that as a good sign.”
You laughed at Talia, sipping your water bottle, you shook your head, “no, they definitely prefer Harry though. I’m not even exaggerating.”
They didn’t buy it. They tilted their heads, they doubted it, “and how would you know that already?”
“Girls,” you pinched your fingers together, “they know. They know. They know who has them now that they’re opening their eyes and they know who they want to see: it’s either the big blond guy, or the woman they lived inside of for 9 months who looks like she could do with 50 energy drinks or so,” you quipped. “And they want the big blond guy.”
They laughed at you, but you were serious! “Seriously! They’re used to Harry's smell, I’ve had to start spraying my clothes with his aftershave so they settle quicker! And his voice! They’ll be so calm?! Like now the way we’re talking, if they hear Harry’s voice, they start squirming like mad and kicking their feet out! They know when he’s around. I gave him them both to feed until I finished doing the washing and came back in, offered to take one and when I took her — she was crying for the longest time, would not take her bottle! I’d disturbed her peace.”
Talia and Freya sat with their mouths open, shocked to hear this news already of your already clingy babies! “No way!”
“It’s funny, they’re just attached already. I feel like Harry got that mother-baby bond before I have!”
“Yeah, but you’re the Mum, they’re gonna be obsessed with you, too,” they sweetly reassured, “I mean just look.”
Your baby girl kicked her legs when Talia turned her around to face you.
You did smile, but you knew your funny girl. “Trust me, Mumma is blown out the picture when their dad is around,” you smiled at your cheeky girl squirming for you. You kissed her cheek multiply, breathing in her scent.
You couldn’t blame them though.
“I love them so much. They are going to be thee most blessed babies with you two as their parents. Honestly.”
That pulled on your heart strings. “. . yeah.”
“They’re gonna be the cool parents,” Freya added.
“They’re gonna have cooler aunties who they’re going to run to the second their mum and dad are strict with them,” you giggled.
“And I can't wait for it.”
Faith had come down later that night, hopping the drive home would tire Olive out so she would sleep through the night.
You already know you had photos taken of all three little ones, sitting up on your sofa, Olive slipped right in between them. Your heart couldn’t take it.
“I literally want to cry. Why am I crying here?”
Faith held both in her arms, knees tucked up on the sofa in your living room, the room dimly lit and you had the TV playing on low in the back. Faith was awestruck, heartfelt more than ever as she held her best friend’s little ones, overwhelmed with love and adoration. “You should be so proud of yourself, y/n. You did amazing and you’re doing amazing caring for them. They are so freakin’ content, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe they’re here! It feels like just yesterday you were telling me you were pregnant!”
“The time dragged at the time but it went in so quick at the same time,” you agreed, bouncing the Mamaroo Olive had stolen and was watching the TV in.
“Isn’t it crazy this is who was in your belly for those 9 months?”
“Sooo crazy.”
“They’ve already grown so much from the hospital, haven’t they?”
Oh yeah, so . . Faith and Behzinga might have been one of the first people of your friends to have met the two, but it was kind of a repayment thing, because you and Harry had been one of the first to have met a Olive when she was born, and . . well, you wanted Faith and Ethan to be one of the first to meet them.
‘Smashers mate, absolute smashers,’ Ethan peaked down at the two infants in their hospital cots, unable to pick them up as it felt like they were getting wheeled out every 10 seconds, but with his finger in one of their hands, he was mind blown at the pair of them. They were over the moon for the both of you, squeezing the living daylights out of you both the minute they stepped foot in your room.
‘You smashed it, you are Wonder Woman,’ Faith stroked your hair back from next to your bed, in disbelief at your birth story and how you managed to do it. You were God in her eyes.
She’d immediately let out a few tears before she’d even come up, touched you’d asked for them to come visit while you were all still in hospital. She cried with pride seeing you in bed, still exhausted after a few days but still smiling, and then she cried seeing Harry standing by the two newborns in the cot, unbelieving these were her best friends little ones. ‘Oh she is just gorgeous!’
‘Carbon copies mate, swear down,’ Ethan looked over at Harry, who nodded with a subtle smirk.
Faith stroked their hat-covered heads, looking back at you, ‘trust me, this is all you hear from now on’.
‘I love you, man. Biggest congrats.’
‘I love you too, man, thank you, thank you.’
“She is small, isn’t she?” Faith observed. “Not like my Olive.”
“She is, and she’ll probably always be small. I think Harry already has this protective streak over it, he always goes for her first and would rather him carry her than me,” you said with a little smile, putting your suspicion out there.
“Already protective of his baby girllll,” Faith grinned, smiling down at them both. “Did he take you by surprise?”
“He’s taken everyone by surprise, he’s taken himself by surprise. I have never seen this man so soft and so gentle,” you suddenly felt your eyes fog, unable to talk about your partner in such sense because it did overwhelm you every time. Words could not even describe the proudness you had for that man. You were besotted.
Just seeing him talk to them in the morning or kissing their little cheeks obsessively, snuggling them into his neck in the mornings for their morning cuddle — you could cry with love every time.
Faith stayed for an hour or so, enjoying your little baby bubble with you as she got to bond with her new niece and nephew. Like most people, she became quickly obsessed with the Lewis twins.
It was also fun getting to relate with someone for once, and reflect on past struggles:
“—yeah, Ethan wouldn’t come near me.”
“No, Faith. I have never seen Harry so uncomfortable in all his life when I even instigated anything of the sort. Even when Valentine’s Day passed, he was in the mood more than ever but the minute I was in our room –just sitting down on the bed!– he just stopped and shook his head and went ‘I can’t do this’.”
“How frustrating!”
“I was like ‘shut up! You can! It’s normal!’ but then he came over and was like ‘no I really can’t, that’s just wrong, y/n,’ and had to walk away! Went downstairs and got a beer!”
She laughed, knowing that struggle. “It’s so annoying.”
“And I can understand his point of view but come on now! He’d keep coming back and then walk off, I was like ‘grow up’ and he was like ‘y/n! My kids are in there!! My baby boy is in there! My baby girl! They’re right there! They are right here! They can hear us right now! They’re just waiting there! No!’” you mocked how he’d spoken about your bump that night. “I mean at the start it was fine, he could do it with a little bump, he was like a bloody shagging machine! He was alllll over that pregnancy glow!”
“The pregnancy tits, you mean.”
“Oh yeah, the pregnancy tits were a hit with him, like,” you agreed. But then it got to 7 months and it felt to him there was a bit of third-wheeling going on and it took him some convincing to get him on board. “The amount of times I caught that boy looking at me like some freak. That look of discomfort.”
“Like ‘what did I do to her?’” She made you laugh.
“Honestly! ‘You look like you’re about to explode’, bestie what you mean? I’m 35 weeks pregnant, I am.”
Faith laughed at you, her little jumps from chuckling sending your baby boy to raise his arms in his sleep, causing Faith to hold her heart and snuggle her cheek close to him. “I love him so much. I love her so much too,” she snuggled your girl after, her heart as soft as cotton in her Lewis sandwich. “Do you miss being pregnant?”
“Sometimes.” You looked at the yoga ball that’d been collecting dust these last couple weeks. Just a couple weeks ago, you’d been sitting on it in a pair of thongs and one of Harry’s t-shirts, trying to ease the discomfort as you both sat watching your Netflix show, of course, Harry watching and laughing at you more than he was the TV series. If fed up was a picture, it’d be the one he’d taken of you to send to every group chat he was in.
Faith didn’t want to leave you, but you reassured her you would see her sooner than later and could Facetime once you put the little ones to bed for the night. Your 20 Facetimes calls throughout the day hadn’t changed.
“I am so excited for them all to be best friends.”
“Me too.” You squeezed her tight, feeling like you could fall asleep, “I love you lots, save journey home, please.”
“Of course. I don’t drive like my racer man,” she smiled as you kissed a sleeping Olive’s head.
“At least your one drives, mine is still full on Passenger Princess,” you playfully rolled your eyes, stroking the baby’s hand.
“Goodnight lover. Thank you for having us over, I feel honored,” she smiled gratefully, “I will be letting the babies know that ‘til their old and grey: me and Ethan were one of the first to meet them,” she teased, opening her car.
You laughed, nodding along, “yeah.”
Yeah . . . how did you tell her someone had actually beating her to it? You didn’t think you could.
“—IF I FIND OUT FOR ONE SECOND, ANYONE OUTSIDE FAMILY HAS SEEN THOSE TWO WROETOSHAW DESCENDANTS, I WILL FLIIIPPP THAT HOSPITAL UPSIDE DOWN.”
Sitting sore in your hospital bed, trying not to spill your cup of tea in hand, Freezy’s pixelated face made you laugh as he rushed to get his shoes on.
He had to be the first. Of course he did.
Harry smiled from his chair in the corner, hands shoved in his pockets as he heard the famous voice echo through the speaker.
Cal was like lightning on his way to that hospital. It felt like by the time you and went downstairs to grab yourself a coffee, you just sat down to a hesitant knock at your door. “Hello? Can I come in?”
Waving him in eagerly, you looked at him last your coffee cup like he was insane. You didn’t think Cal had ever knocked on your door ever in your life, and you lived with him for 5 years. “Yes?!”
He walked straight to the cot, hands over his mouth, as if seeing the babies would end any doubt in his brain that convinced him they weren’t real and your whole pregnancy had been a hoax, and turned away at first glance. “Nah . . . nah!”
You heard the excitement in his voice, and he clasped his hand with Harry’s hand and swung him in a tight hug, getting him in a sort of headlock that forced Harry to laugh. “My guy,” he shrieked, “my guyyy!”
Tell you something, there was nothing cuter than seeing someone you looked up to as an older brother completely melt but also stress over how to hold your kid.
“BOG! BOG! BOG! BOG, WAIT! WAIT!”
“Freezy you actin’ like he’s tryna throw a spider on you,” you watched him freak out.
“Shhh! Just hold your arm out!”
“WAIT, BRO!”
“Bro, Faith and Ethan are gonna get them first before you if you don’t take them!”
“. . give me them.”
It was weird seeing someone you’d grown up with hold your kid. Freezy was your older brother in every way but biologically, he was someone you tried to follow and went to for a lot considering he was older and did have wisdom despite being such a fucking idiot at times, but it was weird with him not being part of this circle now. He was always supposed to be the one to get married and have kids first, but here you were, watching him hype himself up to hold your baby instead.
“Bro, this is how I felt lookin’ after you two when you first moved here,” he said, looking up at the both of you, babygirl in his left arm and baby boy in his right. “Oh my god.”
Harry was so amused, standing in front of him, shifting on his feet in, he found it surreal seeing one of his bestest friends meeting his children. Again, an older brother to him, someone he ran to everything for, who raised a part of him in his youth — and he was teaching him how to hold his kid. “How do you feel?”
“Honored, bro. Truly. Thank you,” he smirked, unable to look away from them for anymore than 10 seconds.
“You deserve it,” you playfully rolled your eyes, telling him what he wanted to hear, “Uncle Freezy.”
“Uncle Freezy,” he beamed, “Uncle Freezy was the first to hold you out your hundred aunty and uncles, and he was there with ya Mum for her 2nd scan with you lot so don’t ever forget that,” you laughed at his passive-aggressiveness. “Your Daddy deadbeat.”
“Hey, allow it man, allow it,” Harry stood from the doorframe.
“Bro, I love these guys,” he said after just 5 minutes. “I want a pic and I want it framed for my flat, bro. I love them. I’m hooked, why are they so fucking cute? I thought they were gonna be ugly and I was gonna have to lie to you guys.”
Now that . . that sent Harry into an explosion of laughter. Freezy laughed with him because he knew it was true and he would have been the same had it been roles reversed, which kinda proved just why they were friends. “I love you guys. I’m proud of you both. Imma be over a lot more now, get me a key cut.”
“You had a key cut, you lost it?”
“So get me another one?”
“Fucking get it yourself!”
He tutted, huddling closer in the baby sandwich, “don’t curse in front of my godchildren.”
“Godchildren?!”
“HEY NOW YOU PROMISED—”
“Ok, ok! I did, I did, yeah,” you admitted.
He stalled. “Wait . . . wait for real?”
You looked at Harry, the one who had first planted the idea in his head to be the one to tell him. You had no objection, you probably would have picked him whether he’d asked or not. “Of course, man. I wasn’t playing.”
“Swear down you bastard—”
“I swear! I swear!” Harry held his hands up, laughing at him.
He fell silent, “. . I think I want to cry.”
“You deserve it, Freezy,” you awed at him, “if you can keep us alive, you can keep those two alive.”
“Man, I love you guys. Thank you,” he smiled down at them both, “but don’t come for me when I use your kids for clout.”
“—is Faith annoyed? Did you send it to her?”
“She hasn’t opened it yet,” Ethan laughed as the boys all settled in their seats, work on pause. “So you introducing us?”
Harry leaned back in the couch, getting comfy as he smiled with his drink in his hand, “so boys . . this is Penny,” he pointed to his baby girl, “and this is Ted. Or Teddy.”
“Oh my days,” Tobi clutched his heart.
“Hi Penny! Hi Teddy!”
“Penny and Teddy,” Vik smiled, looking down at them both. “Adorable.”
“Doesn’t your Mum have a phobia of pennies?” Josh laughed, baby Penny’s hand wrapped around his finger.
“Yes. Don’t even get me started, she was on a mission trying to get y/n to change her mind.”
The boys laughed, still endorsed by the babies as they took turns in passing them onto each other, giving everyone the chance to bond with the baby bogs. “Harry, they’re so like you, man.”
“D’you think so?” He scratched his hair.
“Are you joking?!” Simon said, “man, even I used to think all babies looked the same but these are wroetoshaw decendants! Are you mad?”
Harry clapped his hands, laughing. “Thank you man, thank you, I take it as a compliment.”
“Dominant load.”
Harry looked at Ethan, brow twitching confusingly, “jesus christ.”
“I can see some of y/n in them,” Josh noticed, “they might look more like her as they get older. Next to you, though,” he chuckled. Twins.
“How do you hold them? I don’t know what I’m doing?” JJ drew attention back to him, awkwardly cradling the infant, “am I doing Lion King style?”
Harry laughed, fixing Penny in his hold so he could see her sat up, fussing too much when she was laying down, wanting to see around her. JJ’s heart did melt a little, seeing how small she was, meanwhile the boys were all still shocked just watching Harry maneuver the being in his hands, holding the dummy between his teeth when it fell out of her mouth.
“She’s small, man.”
“She is small. She’s always gonna be small compared to him,” he sat back down, scratching his brow bone as he watched her little tiny body slightly rise and fall with each breath she took. “Little legs and little lungs, but she is healthy.”
“Harry you’re such a dilf right now.”
“Brother, I am never getting over the sight of you walking through that door with the two carriers and baby bag over your shoulder,” Tobjizzle laughed, hitting his arm. Harry smiled, bouncing his foot as the boys proceeded to inspect. JJ was holding Penny Lion King style, out in front of him, baffled he was holding his friend’s kid.
Ethan took Teddy next, humming with excitement, “big boy. First boy.”
Simon tutted, “man I know, first boy you fucking cheat.”
“Don’t be bitter! Don’t be bitter, just get better, my friend!”
They laughed, Ethan being extra careful as he took him from Tobi, forgetting what it was like having them this small. “Hello, fella. Hello handsome.”
Yeah. Ethan needed a son now.
“D’you want to bring them over to SideCast?” Josh asked, nodded to the set just 10 steps away, but they still needed to shoot and didn’t mind the babies being there, they just had to get it done.
“Nah bro, wait! She’s chillin’, she’s chillin’,” everyone looked at JJ, who now had the babygirl tucked into his arm, sitting up against the couch in her soft, pink babygrow. It was the funniest sight. “She’s chillin’.” He showed off.
Harry laughed. She looked pretty comfy sitting there.
“Oh no, oh no, what’s wrong my G? What’s wrong?” Ethan switched arms with Teddy, but looked to Harry as a signal to see to him, and the dirty-blond reached to pick up the whimpering boy in his arms and stood up.
“What’s wrong, eh? What’s up, my boy?” His sweet voice soothed his ears, the warmth of his dad’s embrace familiar and his scent reassuring him he was safe so long he was here. “What’s the matter?”
Ok, even the boys kind of melted at Harry’s gentle tone, awestruck at him ever so slightly bouncing the baby as he walked. “I think he’s hungry to be fair.”
“Can I feed him?!” A voice asked behind the crew, and it was their camerawoman, Kirsty, who’d been dying for a little cuddle the moment she saw the three of them come in.
“Course! Of course!” Harry didn't hesitate, kneeling to pick up the changing bag. “Do you guys want to bring them over to SideCast?” He motioned for JJ to move Penny.
“Bro I can’t lift her.”
Harry looked at him baffled. He’d just shown him? “Alright, Ethan you bring her over.”
“Boss I . .” he nervously laughed, “I can’t—I don’t—”
“Bro what’d you mean?! You have a child yourself?! You-you-you done this!—”
“I FORGET HOW! I'M SCARED!”
“Just pick her up?!” He slipped Theo onto Kirsty.
“I CAN’T! What’d you—” he did attempt, but he just couldn’t. That intimidation washed over him all too well and it was like when Olive was just born all over again, needing Faith to be the one to pick her up the first few times so he could copy. “I can’t.”
“You’re not gonna break her,” Harry wrapped his big hands round the infant, fingers supporting the bottom of her head, he scooped her up in the air. “Are you still chillin’?” His soft tone returned as he spoke to the baby, “are you chillin’ my darlin?” Holding her out from him as her legs squirmed upward, identical eyes staring back at him, he couldn’t resist, stepping over things on the floor, he kissed and kissed her little face, bringing her close to his chest.
“Harry, are you obsessed?” Vik smiled.
“Yes.”
“Isn’t that mad?” Josh lifted a brow, “you fuckin’ hated kids and now you have some.”
“I think I still do hate kids, I just don’t hate my own.”
“Oh my god, please tell me you got that. Please tell me you got that,” Behzinga looked to the crew who had the cameras and mics rolling for the next set up. “HAHA! Yes!”
“Fuck’s sake,” your man laughed, looking at them shamefully. But not really.
When the boys got seated, Harry, Tobi, Ethan and Simon at the table, Vik and Zerkaa and JJ to their left on the couch still (with Kirsty who was still on aunt duties) they decided to shoot.
“How has the first few weeks of fatherhood actually been? Can you tell us about the birth? You’re still yet to tell us how it went. It was just kind of . . ‘congrats bog! Omg, ahhhhh!’” Simon mimicked the celebrations he got over the last few weeks as he changed the topic. “How’s Y/n? How’d she do? How’s she keeping?”
Harry thought back to that day, sighing embarrassingly, reflecting on how the day went and hung his head low. Facepalming even. “So.”
“We know bits but tell us the full story,” Simon proceeded playfully. He knew full well what he wanted out of him and Harry hated having to explain it all over again to other people. “. . you fainted.”
“I–I fainted, yes.”
“Twice.”
“Twice,” he drummed his fingers on the desk, the room already filled with loud cackles and shrieks, even the crew were giggling behind the cameras, catching the slightly red blush taking the blond’s cheeks. “But you–you don’t—”
“Why’d you faint twice?! Are you joki—”
“WHAT’D YOU MEAN why’d I faint? Why wouldn’t I?!” Harry's high-pitched tone sassed, hitting the desk as they laughed more.
“What did you do?! What happened?!”
“Boys, you don’t understand, Ethan can’t even back me up on this ‘cause his Mrs got the c-section, didn’t she?”
“Yeah,” the man chuckled, watching his buddy stressfully rub his eyes.
“So . . I was there in the room, labour started, wasn’t as long as what some women go through, so I’ve heard,” he remembered how the contractions just seemed to keep coming all of a sudden. “Bro . . I’m light-headed as it is. I just remember her squeezing my hand and getting told to push and push and nothin’ was happenin’ for a minute and I was getting ready for them to say ‘scrap this, we need to do a c-section’, like I was still rooting for a c-section! I was convinced!” He exclaimed. “And then, all of a sudden, the midwives are saying keep going, keep going. I’m watching y/n the whole time, I’m not taking my eyes off her, I’m watching her break out in a sweat, clenching her teeth, moaning the entire time and then the nurse goes ‘I can see the head’, and then I start to freak out. I freeze for 0.1 seconds, and then she tugs me down . . . and I just . .” he zoned out rethinking it, revisualizing you and your efforts with your legs propped up on that hospital bed. “I fucking hit the deck!”
He couldn’t even think so much over the laughter that bounced off the walls, taking it as the boys screamed with amusement, banging the desk, laughing into the mic.
“Laugh all you want! You’ll understand when it’s your turn and your fuckin’—” he couldn’t even defend himself, for the boys weren’t listening, stomachs hurting at the thought of him. “I was traumatised! I was traumatised!” His squeaky voice made it even funnier. “I hit the fucking floor and I remember my Mum going ‘Harry! Harry!’ ‘n I was just lying there, getting pulled up off the floor.”
“You just fell flat?”
“Bro, my fucking knees just gave out on me. I went down like a pile of bricks in this room! Nurses just trying to deliver a fucking baby!”
He was so funny without even trying. “I wake up, my Mum’s holding me up under my arm, I look in front of me again, I see Teddy come out and I just hit the fucking floor again! I hit the fucking floor again!”
Everyone was laughing so hard, it actually went silent. Majority were gasping for breath, high-pitched sounds coming from the back of their throats, their stomping of feet and slapping of legs filled the room. Harry pulled his hair down his face, awkwardly ruffling it, he didn't know what else he could say.
He let them have their moment, leaning his cheek on his hand, amused himself. “I mean I saw them both come out, that's all that matters, right?” That just sent them into another fit of gigs.
“So you were just overwhelmed?”
“Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting that when I looked down there. Not to degrade my lady, that’s not what I’m saying, she wasn’t a horrific sight! But it was an experience I could never be prepared for. Ever! And even she said she doesn’t think she’d be able to watch.”
“I think it’s like . . when you’re watching — if you watch someone break their leg . . you’re gonna squirm, you’re gonna feel sick because you can just imagine that pain and put yourself in that position. I think it’s the same, you’re just watching this person’s body go through the most brutal pain that like, our brains can’t even comprehend.” Simon gave a good explanation.
“Yeah! Yeah, exactly! Plus, I’m hearing all these words and phrases leading up to her labour, talking about what to do if there’s a load of blood, if she rips?! Did you know a woman can rip?! ‘Cause I didn’t!!”
“Women are mad tings. We are blessed to have them on this earth,” Tobi shook his head in disbelief.
“Literally,” Ethan agreed, others nodding their heads.
“Big up, Y/n,” Vik called, and the boys might have laughed but they agreed, and they applauded you, smiling proudly. “Yes! Big up, Y/n! Go you girl.”
“Superwoman.”
“Yeah, superwoman,” JJ nodded.
“What was her labour like? Was she on her own when her waters broke?”
Harry’s face was a picture. Shooting the boys side eye, they already began to laugh at his dramatic effect of his next story. “Was she on her own?” He dramatically asked. “Fucking right she wasn’t. I fucking wish. I fucking wish she was with anyone other than me ‘cause I was no help at all. I couldn’t even drive,” he began. “My Mum was gone - we had her over for the week ‘cause Y/n was struggling and we took precaution in case it meant the babies were coming but we didn’t actually think they would. But they did.” He said obviously. “But I’d paid for her to stay in a hotel with my Dad ‘cause our guest rooms aren’t finished yet so they weren’t there,” he briefly explained. “Three in the fucking morning.”
“NO!”
“Oh my word.”
“It wasn’t even as bad, we weren’t even asleep! We were both up ‘til 2:30, sitting downstairs, just talking, just sitting up, you know one of those nights? And we were laughing! It was normal! And then we were like ‘right, we need to go to bed, s’almost three’, I’m putting my mug in the sink, Y/n grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and starts talking to me again — boom. Just comes out of her, standing there in our kitchen.” He mimicked the silence you both had. He remembered standing there, his eyes widening almost out of his head as you could only watch with your mouth open in fear. And then you looked to each other and copied each other’s expressions. “I lost it bro, I have never been so disorderly in my life. I needed my Mum to be there. I rang her like 50 times in the span of a minute, shouting down the phone, ‘MUM! MUM! QUICK! QUICK! COME OVER! Y/N’S WATERS BROKE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO—’ meanwhile y/n’s just stood there still, not even moved. She’s waiting on me to keep my cool so we can make a move.”
“That’s mad bro, I never think of these things when I think of that stuff, like . . I wouldn’t know what to do in that situation, I’d be like ‘right Talia, phone your ambulance,’” Simon had the boys laughing as he gave his input.
“My heart rate was a rollercoaster from then onward, man. Up and down, up and down, I stole the fuckin’ gas they give in the hospital suite,” he confessed, “your Mrs gets this gas for pain relief, it’s basically just like laughing gas — bro, I was stealing this shit off y/n, I had her passing that to me like we were hitting a spliff,” he laughed, remembering the little nervous giggles between you both when you thought of what you were in for.
The boys all laughed, touched to hear these life-long memories Harry had made and found humour in looking back on, it was nice to hear as his friends but also reassuring in other ways, knowing they could still be funny moments in serious times. Honestly, they could have heard him ramble forever about all the different stories he had so far with fatherhood, still baffled this was his life now but greatly reassured it hadn’t changed him that much, if at all.
He might be a dad, but he was still the immature youngster out of them.
“D’you want to hold him?”
“What?! So he can spit up over me next?! Piss off!”
“Olive did it on me! Go on!” Harry grinned, hovering his son over Ethan.
“Shove off, bro! I can’t stand that milky breath!”
Harry laughed, done playing around and sat in his seat again, giving a solid pat on the boy’s back as he held him over his shoulder, laughing at a comment from Josh.
“—and now you got your two sidekicks for the rest of your days, two happy, healthy babies,” Tobi brought them back to their convo to end, holding his microphone.
“Yes sir.”
“And a wonderful mother who’s doing good?”
“She’s amazing man. She was made for this,” he grinned subconsciously at the mention of you, “she’s insane. And you know what? I haven’t stopped laughing these past few weeks, I don’t know why. I thought we’d be stressed the fuck out, trying to get in a routine and shit but bro, she been killing me, it’s fucking jokes,” he began to laugh himself, “we don’t know what we’re doin’.”
“Brother you’re killing it, that warms my heart to hear. Congrats my guy. I know we keep saying that but you deserve it. The both of you are smashing it.”
“Thanks, man,” Harry fist-bumped him wholeheartedly.
“We’ll go for a pint soon,” Ethan promised.
“Bro, my Mrs will have to come, she needs it more then me,” he chuckled, swapping Teddy for Penny to help get her wind up.
Ew. Now he was seeming clingy. Were you two always like this?
“Yeah bro, we should go to dinner,” JJ stated, “all of us, mum and dads night off,” he laughed.
Simon tickled Teddy’s sock-covered foot with a finger, seeing if he would react or not. “What ‘dad things’ are excited to do next?”
“Ermm. I’m excited for a lot of things. I can’t wait ‘til their like, old enough to do things and remember them. Like I can’t wait to go to a farm, man,” he boringly confessed, “or that first holiday, I can’t wait to take them swimming. Can’t wait to take them to Guernsey.”
“Can’t wait for a kick about?”
How could he forget that? “Yeah. I’m excited to put them in kits, I can’t lie,” he said like a loser. “Can’t wait to bring them to the charity match?!” That was a good one. “Yeah, I’m excited for a lot. I don’t want to wish it away though. Soon enough I’ll be doing the school run like ‘noo, where’d all the time go?’” he smiled. “I just want to enjoy them now . . . before they’re assholes asking for my money ‘n shit,” he snuggled his face into his sweet, innocent baby girl.
“Good answer, mate,” Behz applauded. “Enjoy it, dads.”
“You got any other advice out there to the new dads out there?”
Harry thought.
“Ermmm. No.”
Another laughing fit occurred, Simon and Zerkaa shaking their heads, JJ rolling his eyes. “Come on bro!”
“Wh–I got nothin’! I don’t know what I’m doing!” Harry defended. “I’m winging this shit ‘til the rest of my days! Are you mad?”
“Blood never changes,” Ethan mumbled into his mic.
“What advice you got for the two, what you sayin’ to them?” Simon nodded to his children.
Harry’s face twisted with thought, looking up to the ceiling, he wondered, still rubbing circles on Penny’s back. “I’m sayin’ . . . don’t do anything I’ve ever done. Ever.”
He didn’t know why they were trying not to laugh again, being serious in his words, he looked around curiously, “what? I think that’s pretty good, no?”
“That is the best advice, Harry, yes. Don’t be like your father,” Tobi was walking off set, patting his shoulder, wondering on earth who gave this guy two kids.
“It’s as well like . . they ain’t got no evidence of you in your younger days . . or anythin’,” Ethan casually mumbled.
Harry’s face dropped.
Unimpressed even, he could only look at the camera, take in his words, and accept his fate.
But hey . . at least he had you to go through it all with.
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Summary : Colby’s in the doghouse after forgetting his girlfriends birthday to hang out with amber. He has to knock down the wall she built around herself.
Warning : angst , jealousy , insecurity, cussing
Pairing: Colby Brock x female reader
Part 1
It took me a moment to be able to tear my gaze away from my reflection and to stop criticizing everything I saw. I had to accept today was going to be one of those where I wasn’t comfortable in my own skin so I just made my way downstairs after changing into shorts and a knitted sweater hoping I wouldn’t see the blue eyed boy I was upset with.
Unfortunately for me he sat at the island eating a bowl of cereal in his own world as our friends did their own thing around him. I noticed how his hair was unruly and he looked tired as If he didn’t sleep last night. My eyes snapped away from him as Sam called out my name. “ there’s breakfast over on the counter if you want some.” The blonde boy pointed over his shoulder at the counter where a stack of waffles resided. I could see Colby’s head snap up from the corner of my eyes to look at me as his friend announced my presence but I avoided looking at him knowing I’d break on the spot to look at him. I smiled at Sam muttering a thank you as I made my way over to the food.
I heard his chair scrape against the floor as he hurriedly walked over to me stopping me from taking a plate . “ I can get your food.” Colby offered grabbing the plate I was reaching for looking down at me. Anger bubbled up inside of me and I glared at him. “ I’m not hungry anymore thanks.” I spat spinning on my heels and walking away from the prying eyes of our friends. He was just going to act like he didn’t blow me off on my birthday to be with another woman and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let that slide.
I might overreacted but If I wasn’t important enough why did he keep the act up, why not just rip the bandage off and break up with me. I sighed walking into the living room to see the mess from last night, cups ,trash bottles of liquor littered every surface. Grabbing a trash bag from the cabinet I began picking up hoping to get a head start before everyone came to help out.
I know he was standing there trying to figure out how to approach me but I couldn’t bring myself to ask him what he needed so I just pretended he wasn’t there. It was a difficult task to do when his blue eyes felt like they were burning a hole in my skin, I could see the distraught look on his face and it hurt my heart but he was the one who messed up.
Finally he cleared his throat to announce his presence as if I didn’t already know, it was hard not know when you’ve memorized the sound of his footsteps and when his presence filled up the whole room. I looked up to meet his sad eyes quirking an eyebrow up at him. “ I have something for you.” He told me in a small voice and brought his hands out in front of him presenting a small black box. I could see him deflect more as he noticed I wasn’t changing my stoic composure towards him. “ I also ordered you a cake from that bakery you like, I know you wanted one of those for your birthday.” He rambled only making me more upset. I hated that I couldn’t stay angry at him, was I really that smitten over him that I’d roll over and act like nothing happened just because it was him.
“ yeah for my birthday Colby.. which was yesterday had you of cared enough you would’ve remembered but how could you ? You were a bit …preoccupied.” I spat out the last word throwing the trash bag on the couch moving past him to go cool off in my room.
I threw myself on the bed and cried wishing my comforter would just hide me away from everything. He was probably trying to be nice so he wouldn’t feel bad once he left me for amber. My chest burned with jealousy at the thought of him doing everything I wanted of him for her, why wasn’t I good enough for him, He was everything for me and maybe that was the problem. I had to make it easier on both of us and end things myself because I know he wouldn’t do it.
I didn’t hear my door open or close but I noticed my bed dip making me wipe my eyes and look out from under cover. I cried even harder once I saw Colby sitting next me. He had tears in his eyes as well as he moved to put me on his lap, I didn’t try to fight him because this is probably the last time I’ll get to be in his arms. I wanted to memorize everything about him before I lost him.
“Baby I’m so sorry, I was a dumbass, I promise I didn’t mean to forget I just had to much on my plate and I got my days mixed up.” He sniffled setting his cheek on my head and caressing my leg knowing that calmed me down. “Do you not love me anymore?" I asked looking down at my lap picking at the loose thread on my knitted sweater. I felt like I could throw up waiting for him to answer me. "What ?" He asked me I could feel the bed shift under his weight as he turned to face me.
My face heated up at having to repeat my previous statement. I was embarrassed I had to ask him if he still loved me , if he did I wouldn't have to ask and save myself the heartache. " if you don't that's ok, i just.. I feel like I should know if you don't love me anymore, no one should be in a relationship without love." I mumbled my voice cracking as I tried to stop myself from crying even more. I could feel the tears pooling at my waterline even more as I tried to stop myself causing me to grow frustrated with myself . I put my hands over my face shielding my face from his view as my body shook after each sob.
“ baby I love you so much it hurts, I’m so sorry I made you feel like this. I’m sorry I made you doubt my love for you.” He whimpered rocking us back and forth holding me tighter to his body. “ I love you so so much, I was looking forward to yesterdays date because that’s the day my love was born, I should’ve been here but I promise I’ll make it up to you now.” He whispered kissing the crown of my head and I wrapped my arms around him. My heart softening “ I could never love anyone the way I love you, I can’t imagine getting so excited to come home to someone that isn’t you, you’re my favorite part of everyday and I don’t ever want to lose that.” His words slowly eased my worries.
I felt horrible because Colby wasn’t a bad person and he’d never intentionally hurt someone. I was so insecure I forgot how kind hearted and pure he was, That’s why I fell in love with him in the first place. I was caught up in my head I almost him because I was being childish. “ I’m sorry, I overreacted.” I hiccuped into his neck as I hugged him close to my body. He let out a small laugh rubbing circles on my back under my sweater. “ I think you under-reacted, I thought I was done for.” He told me causing me to giggle. “ I’m really sorry baby I know you were looking forward to your birthday.” He apologized again leaning back to look at me. I sat back on his lap to look at him. “ I just wanted to be with you, but you’re here now and that’s all I care about.” I told him making sure he knew I just wanted him.
He smiled and placed a kiss on my lips causing a smile to grow on my face. “ that one’s because I’m sorry and these are because you turned 23.” He said before attacking my face with kisses causing me to laugh as he counted each kiss. He let out a quick oh reaching over the bed to retrieve the same black box he had shown me earlier passing it over to me. I shot him a questioning look taking the small box and opening it. My eyes started watering again and I let out a small gasp at the small necklace that rested inside. “ I chose this out a while back and I wanted something you could wear everyday.” He explained taking it out of my hands and moving my hair to the side, I moved on his lap so he could clip it on. “ thank you, I love it.” I told him as he placed a delicate kiss on my expose shoulder where my sweater started slipping off. “ I love you .” He mumbled wrapping his arms around my again pulling my into his chest. I exhaled in relief leaning back and taking comfort in his warmth knowing we’d be ok, I had fallen in love with the sweetest soul and as perfect as he was he was only human, he was bound to make mistakes.
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Part 2 guys !!!
I hope you enjoyed it. I almost made them break up but I just couldn’t bring myself to make Colby the bad guy 🥲
Let me know what you guys think !!!
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