so there’s these boys…

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Harryyyy 🐸🤍

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me when harry posts on insta: 🤳🏻

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the big 4 😛💋

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charity match day is tomorrow!! which team are you on? ⚽️🫧 (ps: who else is obsessed with bach’s new hair? 🤭)

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long time no see girlies sorry! i’ve been so so busy and just haven’t had the time or energy to write so i’ve been MIA 😭 though i’m watching the charity match tomorrow (via my tv unfortunately 😌) so i just wanted to come and say hi + ask which team u guys are rooting for! obviously it’s for charity so i’m not bothered who wins but usually i’m rooting for sidemen fc but with them being split up this year i’m not sure!!

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request by @rua90sbaby

Fight for her -Alfie buttle

words: 1.7k+

warnings: angst with a happy ending, alfie’s a dick in the beginning, mentions of readers family (dad, mum, brother).

summary: fame changes people is what everyone says. you didn’t believe it’d happen to your boyfriend until it did and it changed everything. you left, he realised his mistakes and then had to show you how much you mean to him.

notes: i couldn’t reply to this request for some weird reason so i’ve just screenshot the idea for this fic and tagged the girlie who sent it in 🫠 this request is sooo fucking good i hope u enjoy! 💘🫶🏼🤭 (also this is so polar opposite to my last ab fic lmao)

You met Alfie when you were both seventeen, you fell in love and have been together since. When he moved to London you moved with him and ended up with a job you love, though you do sometimes miss being closer to your family.

Alfie worked hard to get where he is in his career. You've watched him work his way to the top, you've been at his side from the beginning, you didn't complain when he was constantly away and you've just tried to be the best girlfriend you can be.

But he's different now.

He's been snarky, overly confident, acting like he's better than everyone. The "fame" has gotten to his head.

It's something that tends to happen to people when they're young and stupid and getting boat loads of attention.

You'd seen a few comments on his page with people saying he'd changed and unfortunately, you agreed.

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The rain pounded against the floor length windows of the apartment as you sat upright on the bed, typing away and trying to finish the piece you're working on for work so you can go to bed.

The smell of your body wash still lingered in the room since you'd just showered and gotten into your favourite pyjamas. The room was silent, excluding the sound coming from outside.

Suddenly, loudly, the front door slammed closed downstairs.

You jumped slightly, the sound pulling you from your concentration.

The fast taps of your boyfriend's feet rushing up the stairs got louder until he was entering your bedroom.

"Hey baby," he grinned cheesily.

He'd been out with the boys after a shoot and had clearly had a drink or two. Usually he'd text you if he was going to be late, he'd forgotten this time though.

"How was it?" You asked, not moving your eyes away from the computer on your lap as he got undressed and walked into the bathroom.

You heard him turn the shower on before he peeked his head back into the room to meet your eyes.

"Good. I bought another box of those footy cards," he told you.

You closed your laptop and turned your body towards him.

"Oh god. How much were they?" You sighed.

"Just over a grand," he replied confidently.

You groaned. "You don't even know what they mean, how much they're worth. Let me guess... Behz and Ginge bought some as well?"

He's a grown man, he makes his own money and can do whatever he wants with it but you've noticed how reckless he's getting, only buying shit because everyone else is.

"And Chazza," he added before turning and getting into the shower.

By the time he got out you were already asleep, exhausted from cleaning the flat and working all day.

He lay down next to you and pulled you into him before shutting his eyes and giving into sleep.

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The next morning you woke up to Alfie still asleep next to you, his arm lazily draped over your middle. You sat up, rubbed your eyes and then plodded downstairs to get a drink.

You took it out onto the balcony and sat on the new outdoor chairs you'd just bought. The cool breeze and the morning sun graced your skin as you excitedly thought about the things you were doing today.

When you eventually went back upstairs Alfie was up and getting dressed.

"You're getting dressed already?" You asked, still stood in your pyjamas.

"Yeah, a shoot came up last minute," he replied nonchalantly.

You stared blankly at him for a moment, processing what he'd just said. "Tell me you're joking Alfie."

"What're you on about?"

You scoffed. "We've had this day planned for weeks. We're supposed to be going to the new restaurant that nobody can get a reservation for? The one opposite the podcast studio?"

"y/n," he sighed, "this is important, can't we just go another day?" He suggested plainly. No apology. Nothing.

"You're unbelievable," you huffed, "you know what, go. Have fun."

You walked past him and went into the bathroom, he barely blinked.

Ten minutes later you heard the front door slam.

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Alfie returned to the apartment hours later.

It was quiet. He walked upstairs and checked the bathroom for you.

You weren't there. And nether was your suitcase that usually sat inside the wardrobe next to his own.

As he noticed how much of your stuff was actually missing the realisation hit him like a truck. He'd fucked up. Bad.

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You held all of your emotions in the entire train ride there. When your dad picked you up from the train station in his car you finally broke down.

Your decision to go home had been something you'd been thinking about for a little while.

Alfie wasn't the same as when you first got together. He used to buy you flowers "just because", he'd sit and listen to you ramble about stupid things for hours without complaint and he never ever forgot about a date.

You still love him. And that's what makes this situation so hard.

Time to think and decompress was what you needed. Sitting with your family in your old home, not alone in a cold apartment thinking about where your boyfriend was.

You were never controlling. It's obviously hard when he goes on work trips so regularly but you understood and in the beginning he'd always check in on you during the holidays but recently... it seems he's to focused on the content to care.

Your brother was fuming when you told your family how you'd been feeling. "Oh sweetie," your mum had sighed before pulling you into a well needed hug.

"He's so different. It's like I don't even recognise him anymore," you sobbed.

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The next day, after some much needed rest in your old bed, you didn't move until the early afternoon when your mum forced you to go downstairs and get some food.

You sat on the sofa, slowly eating a bowl of cereal while your dad flipped through the channels on the tv.

The doorbell rang, you thought nothing of it as your brother yelled that he'd get it.

The door swung open and then shut again within twenty seconds, you looked back to see that your brother was no longer stood in the hallway. Assuming it must've just been one of his friends you turned your attention back to your food.

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"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Your brother whisper-yelled.

Alfie ran his hand through his hair anxiously. "Please, just let me talk to her."

Your brother's brows furrowed. "You're a fucking prick. Treating her like you're better than her, treating everyone like you're better than them for that matter. She doesn't wanna talk, why do you think she left without a word, huh?"

"I know, I want to apologise... please," he took a deep breath, "I can't lose her," he almost begged, clearly defeated.

"You should've thought about that before you treated her like shit," your brother sighed before... "I'll tell her you're here. But if she doesn't want to see you you'll need to go, understood?"

Alfie nodded. "Thank you."

Your brother left him outside and walked back into the house.

He appeared in front of you, a serious look on his face.

You sat up straight, putting your empty plate down. "What?"

"Uhm, Alfie's outside," he told you quietly.

Your dad looked over, also now sitting up.

"He's- how did he even know where I was?" You asked, eyes wide.

"I don't know. You don't have to talk to him. I'll tell him to leave-"

"No," you stopped him, "It's okay."

You stood up and walked over to the door, shoving some shoes on and grabbing a coat before opening the door and stepping outside.

Alfie was stood in the middle of your driveway with a bouquet of your favourite flowers in his hand. He stopped mid pace when he noticed you.

"y/n," he surged toward you.

You stopped his chest with your hand.

He stepped back. "Sorry. I know you probably don't want to talk to me."

"How did you figure out where I was?" Was the first thing you asked.

"I guessed," he replied.

"You came all the way here on... a whim?"

He shrugged. "I needed to see you. I came to apologise, for everything. y/n, I've been such a fucking idiot, I'm sorry for treating you different, for getting wound up in shit that I don't even care about that much I just- I was trying to fit in, I guess. I love you. You're the only person I've ever loved and I hate how I made you feel. You can forgive me, or don't. I just needed you to know."

A tear slipped down your cheek as you bit the inside of your lip, trying to contain your emotions.

You closed your eyes for a second as you sucked in a deep breath. "I've just missed you. How you used to be with me, how you used to treat me. I know you love me, I love you, which is why it hurt worse when you changed."

He nodded slowly, intently listening as his eyes stung. "I didn't even realise how I was acting, people were commenting about it but I- it shouldn't have taken you leaving for me to realise."

You took a step closer, slowly pulling your hand out of your pockets and placing them against his cheeks.

"We're young, I'm sure most of your friends had phases like this when they were your age. I'm glad you've realised your mistakes because how you treated me last night-"

"I know, I know," he wrapped his hands around your wrists gently, "I fucked of our date for some shitty video, I'll never choose my job over you again, I promise."

You stared into each other's eyes, tears spilling from your waterlines before you leaned into him, capturing his lips in a kiss.

His hand wrapped around the back of your neck, holding you close as he melted into your lips.

Once you pulled away you kept your foreheads connected as he whispered, "I'll do better. I'm sorry, I love you."

thanks for reading! 😚

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new angsty ab fic will be up at 7:45 (as per) girlies! don’t miss it! also i need more w2s requests if any of you have ideas 😋💘🫶🏼

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okay my last post of pics from the ski trip 🤭💘 (side note: harry’s mullet are u kidding 😛)

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AYYY we need more ab writers

So I was thinking what if ab and the Mrs had a pregnancy scare. I think he would be so comforting when she is freaking out

Oh f*ck -Alfie buttle

words: 1.2k+

warnings: angst, pregnancy scare, comfort, established relationship, mentions of vomiting, alfie’s a great boyfriend.

summary: alfie comforts you while you wait for news that could change your lives and relationship forever.

notes: ooo love this idea babe! thanks for sending it in, enjoy 🎀🫶🏼😚

You woke up feeling... off.

It wasn't extreme you just felt a little nauseous and your head ached.

But after a long shower and some plain toast you got ready for the day, because no matter how you felt you still had to go to work.

Your boyfriend, Alfie, had left early to film for the fellas pod, so he wasn't next to you when you woke up.

Once you got to work you started feeling worse and during your lunch break you ended up hunched over the toilet in the bathroom, throwing up what little you had in your stomach.

You cleaned yourself up and, feeling better, you decided to just power through the rest of the day.

The few hours you had left dragged on and on until it was finally time for you to go home.

When you opened the door to the apartment you audibly sighed a sigh of relief.

"Hey," Alfie greeted you from a few feet away as he stood at the kitchen counter filling up a glass with water.

His voice startled you.

"Oh, hi," you replied unenthusiastically as you set your bag down and kicked your shoes off.

His brows furrowed and he walked over to you, setting his glass down on the way so he could grip your arms and analyse you. "You okay? Something happen at work?"

You inhaled. "I just feel weird. Oh and I threw up earlier."

"What when?" He asked, now much more concerned.

"Twelve ish," you replied tiredly.

"Why didn't you leave? Call me? All of the above?"

You moved out of his grasp and over to the couch where you sat down and curled up.

He followed you and knelt down in front of the couch to be at your level.

"I felt better after I'd been sick but I'm really starting to feel shit again," you told him.

He nodded slowly. "What do you want? Do you need anything?" He asked patiently.

You shook your head. "Just sit, please?"

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Alfie didn't leave your side for the remainder of the night, he watched tv with you and then carried you up to bed after you'd fallen asleep.

The next morning you woke up to the feeling of bile rising up your throat.

Haphazardly, you fell out of bed and scurried to the ensuite, just about making it in time before you threw up for the second time in the past twenty four hours.

Alfie was awake and by your side in an instant, he grabbed your messy hair with his fist and pulled it away from your face while using his other hand to rub your back comfortingly.

Once you'd finished you sat back and sighed.

"Babe...?" He asked cautiously.

You hummed, acknowledging him while regaining your bearings.

"Are you sure you're not... late?" He asked.

Your eyes opened slowly. "What? It's my day off."

He sat next to you. "No. I mean... are you late, late."

Your eyes widened in realisation. "Oh fuck," you muttered, the room suddenly feeling way too small.

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The test sat on the counter next to you.

You were sat on the closed toilet seat while Alfie stood and paced the bathroom, it wasn't intentional, just a normal reaction to a high stress situation.

When the timer went off he stopped. The both of you remained in a still silence for a few seconds before you reached over and picked it up, making a point to keep it upside down.

You took in a shaky breath. Alfie knelt down in front of you and gently placed his hands on your knees.

"y/n?"

"Mmm?" You didn't move your eyes from the test that sat in your clammy palm.

"Look at me," he asked softly.

You did, and your waterline filled with tears. "I can't," you whispered.

"I know. It's okay, wait as long as you want. No rush," he reassured you.

So you sat there for another few minutes, though it felt like an eternity. The trajectory of your life's could change forever when you looked at that test and you were... scared.

In this moment you were just a couple, two. And it would remain that way until you flipped that test over, you wanted to pretend none of this was even happening but you had to face the truth. And so you finally turned it over.

Your lips parted, your breath stuttered, you looked to Alfie. He braced himself for whatever you were about to say.

"Negative," you announced quietly, passing him the test that clearly read 'not pregnant'.

He nodded slowly then placed it back on the counter and leaned up to pull you into his chest.

You broke down, holding onto him tight. All the emotions from the past hour pouring out of you.

He took you to bed, got in next to you and then pulled you into him.

You rested your head against him, your breathing slow, your expression blank.

"How do you feel?" Alfie asked eventually after a long silence.

You sucked in a breath. "Weird," you began, voice horse, "sad. But I don't know why because that isn't something I want until- well just not now."

"You're allowed to be sad about it. You're allowed to be happy, or both," he replied, his hand slowly running through your hair.

"How do you feel?" You asked softly.

He sighed. "I'm relieved," he admitted, "I'm not ready. I want that. I knew as soon as I met you that I want that kind of life with you but we're both busy and I want it to be when we both really want it, you know?"

You smiled slightly. "When did you get so wise?"

He chuckled, voice rough.

"I agree though, It's just a lot to process. I need to sleep, clear my head. I'll be fine tomorrow," you added.

He kissed the top of your head. "I love you," he murmured.

"Love you," you yawned as your hand intertwined with his.

A takeaway and a day in bed was well needed so that's what you did until the both of you fell asleep early, limbs intertwined, breaths slow.

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The next day you did feel better and so did your stomach. You assumed you must've ate something weird and that'd caused you to feel so awful but you'd gotten it out of your system.

You also woke up to the sight of your period. The timing obviously was very off but everything happens for a reason and the whole 'pregnancy scare' thing seemed to have only brought you and Alfie closer.

He made you breakfast, cancelled his shoot and sat with you while you watched whatever you wanted to on his laptop.

The past 24 hours had definitely done a number on the both of you but with the way he'd comforted you it just made you all the more excited for when you do start a family with him.

Alfie Buttle is the love of your life after all and when you're both ready, preferably married and with a forever home, you couldn't wait to watch him become a dad and he has always loved thinking about the day he makes you a mummy.

Though that's not now and that probably won't be for quite a while and that's okay, you're both content exactly where you are, as long as you're together.

thanks for reading lovelies! sorry for being absent but i have so many great requests that i’m trying to get through during my little spare time so just bare with me 😅 hope you enjoyed! 💘🫂

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more pics from the boys ski trip via cals insta 🏔️💓⛷️ (also… ab fic coming out at 7:45 tonight girlies 🤭)

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pics from the boys recent ski trip ⛷️❄️🇫🇷

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Sometimes babygirl is a grown man

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need a ginge fic about the whole kick off at ballers league tonight 🫦🫦

hey babe! this is so late i know but i actually added it into this fic because it just made sense tehehe 😚💓

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Could you write an angry ginge one shot, in which him and the reader are friends with benefits and they confess their feelings for each other

Don’t catch feelings -Angry ginge

words: 1.9k+

warnings: smut, protected sex, head (m rec), fwb, alcohol consumption, ginge’s ballers league ‘fight’, angsty love confession.

summary: when you started a friend with benefits agreement with the fit guy you work with you never thought you’d fall for him and you definitely didn’t think he’d be the first to confess his love after a particularly hot night in your hotel room.

notes: ooo i love a good friends with benefits to lovers 🤭 i was gonna write this as a blurb but as you can see i got so into it that it turned into an actual fic 💅🏼 enjoy babes! ❤️‍🔥 (i think this is the filthiest thing i’ve ever written, apologies xx)

You and Ginge had always had underlying sexual tension.

You met at one of the first ballers league games, him there with his team while you were an interviewer.

After lots of stolen glances and tension you inevitably fell into bed together.

It was after a particularly tough match, he ended up in your hotel room and that was where your friends with benefits agreement began.

At first it was just sex. He'd knock on your door, you'd open, have sex and he'd leave before you fell asleep.

Then he started lingering, instead of getting up and leaving he'd roll off of you and then subtly pull you into his chest before falling asleep, though he was still gone by morning.

You started getting more comfortable with each other, the sex got more intimate.

In the first few months it was hot, quick and to blow off steam but recently... you've been spending more time making out, slowly taking your clothes off and then when it gets to the sex part he's closer to you, more eye contact, more personal.

You even started gravitating towards each other during games, sharing sly conversations, you'd also caught him staring at you a few times, though he always looked away when you locked eyes.

Sex can never be just sex, it doesn't work. And you were learning that the hard way as your heart began aching when you woke up alone, slowly realising that you were, unfortunately... catching feelings.

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You woke up early this morning, got dressed and ready then hopped on a train to London.

Today a baller's league game is being played and as usual you have been asked to participate as press.

Though this time it feels different, you're nervous and you put that down to the fact Ginge is going to be there.

You've decided you're going to avoid him. No glances, no talk and definitely no sex.

As usual he walked out with his team. You focused on the interview you were conducting with a player on the opposing team.

Once the cameras moved away from him Morgan's attention turned to you. He watched you, took in your outfit, your smile and then laugh as you spoke to another guy. He felt a pang of jealousy in his chest, though quickly shook it off. "She's just doing her job, shut up," he told himself.

The match was heated and a verbal fight broke out between Ginge and one of the players on the other team.

They were right in each other's faces, words being said that weren't exactly PG.

You weren't even sure what it was about but you were concerned all the same.

"Two red cards for Yanited!" Rang through the speakers of the stadium and you internally grimaced.

Both Ginge and Sharky were riled up and so was the entire stadium.

Your manager walked quickly towards you and asked if you could get an after match interview with Morgan.

You paused for a moment before, reluctantly, nodding.

Once the match was over, ending on a tie, you headed towards Ginge with your microphone in hand, camera man trailing behind you.

He noticed you immediately and then glanced at the camera behind.

You acted professionally and asked him for a comment.

He also remained professional though you could tell he was in a shit mood and didn't want to chat.

After you'd gotten what you needed you turned to the camera man and nodded. He lowered and turned off his camera before talking the mic off you and walking away.

You went to follow him but a hand grabbed your wrist.

"You fancy a drink after this?" Morgan asked hopefully, being careful to keep his voice low.

There was a moments pause before you replied, "okay." You regretted it the second the words left your mouth, but he'd never actually asked you out before so you took the opportunity, what harm would one drink do?

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You'd gone back to your hotel, showered, pinned your hair up and slipped a casual little dress on before you walked down the street to the bar Ginge had told you to meet him at.

When you walked in you were hit with a surprisingly nice smell, you looked around and spotted Morgan stood ordering a drink next to the bar.

"I thought you didn't drink?" You asked as you sat on a stool next to him.

He smiled slightly when he noticed it was you who had spoke. "I thought you were never late," he countered.

You'd give him that one.

Turning to the barman you ordered yourself a drink.

"So," he began.

"So..."

His jaw ticked. "You look nice."

"That all you got... nice?" Your brows furrowed teasingly.

"Gorgeous then," he smirked.

You nodded. "Better."

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The next hour was spent slowly sipping your drinks and chatting. Nether of you were drunk, just tipsy enough to give you an added boost of confidence.

"You staying in a hotel tonight?" He asked eventually.

"Mhm... you?" You looked up at him through your lashes as you took another sip of your drink, finishing it off.

He shook his head. "Nah, I was gonna get a cab home," he replied.

"Sounds expensive. You know..."

His head perked up.

"It'd probably be cheaper and quicker to just get tomorrow's train."

"Hmm. But I've still got," he glanced down at his phone, the time reading 10:46, "seven hours before the first train."

That was all it took for you to share knowing glances and then quickly make your way out of the bar and towards the direction of your hotel.

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The minute the hotel room door closed behind you you were pressed up against it, Morgan's mouth hot on yours.

His shirt was off in seconds, along with his shoes and your heels.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your manicured nails running over the hair at the back of his neck.

He groaned into the kiss as his hands grasped at any part of your body he could get ahold of, your tits, your ass, your waist, your hips, he was desperate.

You moaned quietly in surprise as his kissed and sucked at your neck, all whilst massaging your breasts over your dress.

In an instant you gripped his arms and spun to two of you around, so that he was now the one with his back against the door.

Confusion flashed in his eyes for a second but then quickly switched to lust as you lowered yourself down onto your knees, looking up at him so sweetly he had to take a long blink to avoid finishing in his pants.

You undid his jeans and yanked them down his thighs, followed swiftly by his boxers until all of him was in front of you—hard, pink and already leaking.

"Fuck-" he cursed, head thudding back against the door once you took him into your mouth.

"y/n- god-" His hand grasped the back of your head, not pushing, not forcing, just to keep himself grounded.

You could feel he was close, and just before he could finish he pulled you off of him and back up to his lips.

"I'm saving that for you," he muttered between kisses as he guided you backwards towards the bed in the centre of the room, kicking his pants off as he walked.

Just before your legs hit the mattress he slipped the straps of your dress down your arms and pulled it down until the fabric fell into a heap on the floor, leaving you in your underwear and nothing else.

"I'll never get used to the sight of you," he whispered.

Your cheeks grew hot and you felt the urge to cover yourself up with your hands but that thought left your mind as soon as he picked you up and placed you gently down onto the bed.

He stood back up once he'd done so to reach your panties and pull them down your legs until they found their place on the floor along with all your other clothes.

You leaned forward and grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down onto the bed with you and connecting your lips back to his.

His hand traveled down between your thighs until he reached your clit, rubbing slow circles until you were practically bucking up into his hand.

"Morgan- Mmm, I need to feel you," you cried softly.

The heat of his body against you left you for a second, not giving you time to protest before he returned with a condom in his hand, presumably from his pants pocket.

He ripped it open with his teeth before reaching between you, rolling it on and then finally lining himself up.

"Ready?" He asked breathlessly, eyes searching yours.

You nodded swiftly and then gasped when he finally pushed into you.

He tensed as he went in inch by inch, before eventually bottoming out.

You whined and gripped his shoulders as your mouth fell open.

The thrusts started slow, your breaths mixing as he fucked you.

"Faster," you moaned.

And faster was what you got. Your cries grew louder and his grunts came quicker.

The feeling of him hitting that sweet spot inside of you and his skin hitting your clit each time he pounded into you made your vision go blurry, tears escaping your eyes.

"Fuck- I'm- Shit- Close," he sighed.

"Don't stop," you whined.

He didn't. You both came simultaneously, he fell down onto you, his forearms catching himself to avoid crushing you.

You writhed, seeing white as your orgasm hit you in waves.

As the both of you came down and caught your breaths he whispered, "I love you."

It was so quiet you thought you'd imagined it.

"What?" You asked, chest heaving up and down.

Panic flashed over his face and he pulled out of you.

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You sat up against the headboard, sheets pulled up to your chest, recovering from the best sex of your life but anxiously waiting for Ginge to emerge from the bathroom, that he'd rushed into a few minutes ago and hadn't come out of since.

The words replayed in your head. Had it meant nothing and was it was just an in the heat of the moment thing or... no, surely not.

Finally, he emerged from the bathroom. He couldn't look you in the eyes though.

He sat down at the edge of the bed with a sigh, now with his boxers on.

He placed his head in his hands. "I can't do this anymore."

"Can't do what?" You asked, nerves evident in your voice.

"Be just friends. Friends who have sex," he turned to you, finally locking eyes, "I want you, as more than just this y/n."

Relief flooded your body.

"I want you too," you admitted.

The tension visibly left his body at your words. "We're such idiots," he huffed a laugh.

"Well I am," he corrected himself, "could've saved myself a lot of pain just telling you that earlier."

You smiled and crawled forward until you were next to him. "You love me huh?" You teased.

"Haha," he muttered through gritted teeth.

You kissed his cheek. "Now how the hell am I going to explain this to my manager."

He picked you up and threw you back down onto your back, crawling on top of you and kissing your lips. "We'll figure it out. But for now..." He slowly lowered himself down the length of your body, kissing your skin as he went.

You giggled and then smiled.

Friends with benefits never works, but now you find yourself under your dream man who loves you and so you don't regret a thing.

thanks for reading angels! lmk what you thought and who you want to see me write more fics for in the future 💘😚

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Not to be that person butttt…when is ginge smut???? 🤓

no this is so real babe, i’m working on it right now! almost half way through. hopefully will be out some time this week but don’t quote me on that because life is a lil crazy rn 😅 but just know it’s on its way!! 💝

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out tonight at 7:45 girlies!! i finished and edited it last night so i could post it tonight for u all 🤭 warning: it’s a long one with possibly the filthiest smut i’ve ever written… can’t wait for u to read 😜❤️‍🔥

[w2soneshots]

Since you are accepting AB requests could you maybe write Reader doing a few different tiktok trends/pranks E.G telling him you paid a ridiculous amount for premium air or something. I love reading things like that but sadly i have not come across many. I love your writing and whatever you post next and in the future I know I will love.

hey girly! your words mean the absolute world to me (thank you to anyone who’s ever sent me a request you always say the sweetest things) 🥹 made this as a blurb since i have a few fics on the go rn, enjoy! 💘🫶🏼

You’d recently discovered the ‘pranking your boyfriend’ side of tiktok and so obviously you had to do some of them with Alfie.

You got home one evening and decided to try one out, to see if he’d actually believe you or not.

“Hey,” his eyes softened when you walked into the apartment.

Sitting down next to him with a sigh you flung your legs across his lap.

“I filled my tires up earlier,” you announced proudly.

“Oh yeah? Where?” He asked, a hand running up and down your thigh.

“Some garage… they do premium air so-”

“Sorry what? You’re fucking joking?” He exclaimed.

Your brows furrowed. “Uh- yeah. It lasts longer and-”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Tell me you didn’t pay for premium air y/n.”

“Uhm… well…”

He huffed out a laugh of disbelief.

You smirked, not able to keep a straight face any longer then swung your legs off of him and kissed him on the cheek. “Just kidding.”

He sighed a breath of relief. “Fuckin hell. You’re a good actor, you know.”

“I know.” You winked teasingly.

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“Alfie!” You called from the bottom of the stairs.

“Yeah?!” He yelled back, voice muffled by the toothbrush in his mouth.

“Can you come film a tiktok with me please?!”

He appeared at the top of the stairs. “What’s it for?” He asked.

“I want you to try this new snack.”

“Okay, let me get dressed.”

After a few minutes he’d sorted himself out and come down the stairs.

You were already in the kitchen with your phone propped up against a container of protein powder, a packet of weird sweets in front of you.

You pressed record before he could ask any more questions.

“Hi, so I bought these sweets and me and my current boyfriend are gonna-”

“Uh- sorry…?” He reached forward to stop the video.

“What?”

“What’d you mean ‘what’? You just called me your current boyfriend,” he replied, brows furrowed.

“Yeah…?”

“You planning on sacking me off?” He asked, leaning against the counter.

You giggled.

“Joke?” He confirmed, finally realising.

You nodded, smiling.

In an instant he grabbed your legs and threw you over his shoulder before playfully dropping you down onto the couch.

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The two of you were sat in the living room, him at his desk, you lying on the couch.

“Oh my god,” you gasped.

He turned around in his chair, pausing his editing for a minute. “You good?”

“I just found Ginge on hinge,” you said, not looking away from your phone.

He stood up and walked over to you. “Let’s see? What’s his bio?” He went to reach for your phone when he paused.

“Wait- why the fuck are you on hinge?”

You burst out laughing.

He covered his face with his hands, groaning. “I need to stop falling for these.”