#My fault

[jerkeline]

Hi Catgirl Foreskin, let me explain.

My (ex)wife and I separated almost 10 years ago now, but we never formally divorced so we're legally still married. We've put a lot of real hard work into still being best buds for the sake of the children though; she has a new partner, i have a new partner, its fine. So we joke a lot about being wives and living a life of adultery, but in reality we just have a 4 parent, 3 child, 2 household, non-poly family structure that's perfectly normal to us but unexplainable to other people apparently. Norm-core (see: straight) people are completely unable to understand that I don't hate my ex-wife and she doesn't hate me lol

She has "non-terminal" stage 4 cancer. Did you know that stage 4 cancer can be non-terminal now? Yeah, neither did I. I still don't fully believe it, as it progressed from a small cluster of cancer cells in her breast, to being in her lymph nodes, to her stomach, to shutting down her liver in the course of a few months. idk how much of that is they just missed a bunch of it or how much is actually aggressive spreading, but regardless I have to treat the current diagnosis as temporary. The doctors say "she will die WITH cancer, not OF cancer," which feels like a very post-covid view of things.

So, while my tags might seem super cold-hearted in isolation, that's actually The Bit that I am unfortunately committed to in order to deal with the fact that my ex-wife might very well be dying and I will not only lose my best friend, but also I'll become full time caregiver to my children which I am wholly unprepared for. In the meantime, I am committed to helping her with as much general life stuff as I can. I help financially with bills and rent and stuff as she hasn't been able to work since December last year, I sit with her while she has chemo sometimes and chauffeur her about, we have dinner together occasionally, on top of all the regular kid related stuff I already do.

While we all know that explaining jokes makes them 10x funner, this is just kind of depressing, I'm sorry. But it's all good, maybe she'll leave me the $20 she owes me in her will?

yeah im polyamorous, i'm committed to my wife and to the bit

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Matthew Broome As Nick Leister | MY FAULT: LONDON (2025)

[nat111love]

MY FAULT: LONDON (2025)

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

My Fault London: Nick Blurbs

A/N: Kind of headcannons, kind of blurbs, all around just wanted to write for Nick :) Spicey Ver. Here!

Fast, Calculated

Nick’s car hums beneath you, the engine smooth as he weaves through the streets at an almost effortless speed. You know he’s in control, but that doesn’t stop your pulse from spiking every time he threads through tight gaps between cars like they aren’t even there.

“Nick—” you start, gripping the edge of your seat.

His smirk is almost lazy, but his eyes never leave the road. “Relax.”

“Relax? You’re going ninety in a fifty zone—”

Before you can finish, he smoothly takes a turn down an empty side street, braking just enough for the car to slide into place at the curb. His hand lands on your knee—firm, steady.

“You don’t trust me?” he asks, his voice softer now.

You exhale, your fingers still clenched against the seat. You hate that he always does this—pushes the limits, then pulls back just in time. Never reckless, but always toeing the line.

He watches you carefully. His hand doesn’t move. “I know what I’m doing,” he murmurs. “You know that.”

You swallow, heart still racing. Slowly, you force yourself to breathe.

Finally, you meet his gaze. “I do.”

His smirk fades into something almost unreadable, and for a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of your breathing and the distant hum of the city outside. Then, as if the moment never happened, he pulls away and taps the wheel.

“Good,” he says, voice back to its usual cocky drawl. “Now, you picking the music, or are we just sitting in silence all night?”

Protective to a Fault

The party is too loud, too crowded. You regret coming the second you realize how packed it is, but Nick insisted he wasn’t letting you stay home alone.

“You gotta get out once in a while,” he had teased. “Or I’m gonna start thinking you secretly hate fun.”

You had rolled your eyes, but now, as you shift uncomfortably in the too-warm space, you almost wish you had stayed home.

Especially because the guy you’ve been trying to politely brush off for the last five minutes isn’t getting the hint.

“Come on, sweetheart,” the guy slurs, leaning in too close. “One dance—what’s the harm?”

Your stomach twists. “I said no.”

“That’s not what your eyes are saying—”

And then suddenly, Nick is there, standing between you and the guy like he was waiting for this moment.

“Hey, buddy,” Nick says, voice light, but there’s something dangerous underneath. “Didn’t she just say no?”

The guy scoffs, barely glancing at Nick. “Who the hell are you?”

Now normally Nick isn’t one for talking much. He likes to use his fists to communicate. But after promising his mother promising you, not to be so violent, he finds his restraint ticking like a clock at the moment. Nick tilts his head slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Someone with a short temper and a lot of free time. You wanna find out what happens when you ignore her again?”

The guy sizes Nick up, like he’s thinking about pushing his luck. But then Nick shifts slightly, and you know he’s already decided what will happen if this guy takes another step toward you.

The guy mutters something under his breath before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Nick doesn’t watch him leave. Instead, he turns to you, scanning your face. “You okay?”

You nod, exhaling. “Yeah. Thanks.”

He doesn’t say anything—just hands you the drink from his own hand instead of yours.

You frown. “What—”

“Mine’s not spiked,” he says simply.

The realization hits you all at once. You glance down at the drink you were holding. Had that guy—?

Your stomach churns.

Nick sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I told you,” he mutters. “You gotta stop trusting people. I get to do that for you.”

Soft Spot for Animals

It’s past midnight when you walk into Nick’s garage, expecting to find him working on his car. Instead, you see him crouched down beside a tiny, scrappy-looking kitten, offering it a piece of leftover sandwich.

You stop in your tracks, biting back a grin. “Are you—”

Nick looks up sharply. “Shut up.”

You raise your hands in mock surrender. “Didn’t say a word.”

He mutters something under his breath and focuses back on the kitten. It hesitates before snatching the food from his hand, its little ribs visible under its fur.

“You’re keeping it,” you say, matter-of-fact.

Nick scoffs. “Hell no.”

Two days later, you walk into the garage and find the same kitten curled up in his lap while he absently scratches behind its ears.

You smirk. “Not keeping it, huh?”

Nick doesn’t even look up. “It’s temporary.”

Sure.

Night Owl

Your phone buzzes at 2 AM.

Nick: Come outside.

You sigh but grab your hoodie anyway, stepping out into the night air. He’s leaning against his car, arms crossed, looking up at the sky.

“You always do this?” you ask, stuffing your hands into your pockets. “Show up unannounced in the middle of the night?”

He tilts his head toward the passenger seat. “Couldn’t sleep. Figured you couldn’t either.”

You blink. He’s not wrong, but… how does he know that?

Still, you don’t argue. You get in.

He drives with the windows down, the air cool against your skin. Neither of you speak, but the silence is comfortable. Eventually, he pulls up to an overlook where the whole city stretches below.

For a while, you just sit there, watching the lights. Then, out of nowhere, he says, “You ever think about leaving?”

You glance at him. “Where would we go?”

He taps his fingers against the steering wheel. “Somewhere new. Somewhere no one knows us.”

Something in his voice makes your chest tighten.

“You’d take me with you?” you ask quietly.

Nick turns his head toward you, his expression unreadable. Then, just as softly, he says, “Wouldn’t go without you.”

Actions Over Words

Nick isn’t the type to say he cares.

Instead, he just shows up.

When your car won’t start in the middle of the night while you’re over late at a friends house, you don’t even get through the second ring before he picks up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Car won’t start,” you mumble. “I—I didn’t know who else to call—”

“Where are you?” he asks, already moving.

Fifteen minutes later, he pulls up beside you. He doesn’t say a word—just pops the hood, fixes the problem in five minutes, then leans against the car with his arms crossed.

“Next time, don’t wait so long to call me,” he says.

You sigh, rubbing your arms. “I didn’t want to bother you—”

He clicks his tongue. “Dumbest thing I’ve heard all night.”

You smile. “So… I’m not a bother?”

Nick gives you a look. Then, to your surprise, he reaches out and flicks your forehead.

“You better not be,” he mutters. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

[webweabings]

AND I KNOW THERE IS SOMETHING ALL WRONG ABOUT ME, BELIEVE ME.

“Electra”, by Euripides, tr.Janet Lempke; // @sunsbleeding ; // “War of the Foxes”, by Richard Siken; // unknown; // “Fleabag”, by Phoebe Waller-Bridge; // unknown; // “Monsters”, by Nikita Gill; // unknown; // “Women and other monsters: Building a new mythology”, by Jess Zimmerman; // “Claustrophobia”, by Tracie MacVean; // Buffy The Vampire Slayer. 2.21 “Becoming: Part 1”

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“My heart never beats that way. Only when you’re nearby.”

— CULPA MIA

[alwaysalir]

MY FAULT: LONDON (2025)

[10ava01]

How is this movie so much better than the original????

This is gone be on my mind for the next few months!

[twistedreads]

Soaked in you— Nick Leister

summary— it’s you and Nick’s first time showering together and it gets steamy.

warnings- Smut, fingering (fem receiving), handjobs, nipple play, dirty talk

a/n— Y’all I don’t write smut so bare with me 😭

Masterlist

The bathroom was filled with steam, the warm mist curling through the air as water cascaded from the showerhead, its rhythmic patter against the tile the only sound in the quiet room. Your heart was pounding, your skin already heated—not just from the rising temperature in the room but from the anticipation coiling in your stomach.

Nick stood in front of you, his golden-tan skin illuminated by the soft glow of the bathroom light, his curls damp from the humidity. His brown eyes, deep and unreadable, scanned your face with something both gentle and intense, as if he were trying to read your every thought.

This was your first time together like this.

Sure, things had gotten heated before—passionate kisses, stolen moments where hands had wandered a little too far, breathy whispers exchanged in the dark—but this? This was something new. Something uncharted.

You swallowed hard, your fingers gripping the hem of your shirt, hesitating.

Nick caught the hesitation immediately, his gaze softening. He stepped closer, his hands finding your waist as he leaned down, brushing his nose against yours.

“Hey,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not ready.”

You looked up at him, your chest rising and falling a little too quickly. It wasn’t that you didn’t want this—you did. More than anything. But there was something about the vulnerability of it, the intimacy of sharing everything with him, that sent a nervous thrill through you.

Nick’s hands moved up, cupping your face gently. His thumbs traced slow, reassuring circles against your skin.

“You’re safe with me,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Always.”

The sincerity in his voice made the tension in your shoulders melt away. You exhaled, nodding slightly.

“I want to,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Nick searched your eyes for a moment before nodding, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. His fingers trailed down your arms, slow and deliberate, until they reached the hem of your shirt.

“Let me take care of you,” he murmured against your lips.

Your breath hitched.

One by one, the layers between you were shed, the warmth of the room wrapping around you both like a cocoon. Every movement was unhurried, every touch lingering with meaning. There was no rush, no urgency—just the two of you, lost in each other, navigating this new territory together.

Nick stepped into the shower first, holding out a hand for you. You took it, letting him guide you under the stream of warm water. The sensation of it cascading over your bare skin sent a shiver down your spine, but the moment Nick’s hands found your waist, pulling you flush against him, every other sensation faded.

His body was firm, warm, his skin slick under your fingertips as you let your hands wander up his chest.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his lips pressing against your shoulder, trailing slow, open-mouthed kisses up to your neck.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as he lingered there, his tongue flicking out against your pulse before he gently sucked at the sensitive skin. Your hands found his shoulders, gripping them as his kisses deepened, his touch growing more confident.

Nick’s hands roamed over your skin, tracing the curves of your body. His fingers danced across your chest, teasing your nipple until they hardened beneath his touch. You felt a surge of arousal as he cupped your breast, his thumb circling the sensitive peak.

“Nick,” you breathed, your voice shaky.

“Oh dear, ”he chuckles, pressing a kiss just below your ear.” Don’t tell me you’re nearly falling at the first hurdle?”

His words sent warmth flooding through you, your heart thundering in your chest.

As the warm water cascaded down, Nick’s lips closed around your nipple, sucking gently. You moaned, feeling a wave of pleasure as his tongue swirled around the sensitive peak.

“Oh, that feels so good,” you breathed, your hands threading through his hair.

He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. You arched your back, pushing your nipple deeper into his mouth, needy.

“Mmm… yes, just like that,” you whispered. You felt a vibration against your breasts, hearing Nick chuckle.

His fingers trailed down your belly, slipping between your legs and onto your clit.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans against your skin. “I love how your body response to me.”

You let out a moan.

As he continued to rub your pussy, Nick slides a finger inside you, curling it upward to stroke your inner walls. You gasped at the sensation, feeling yourself pulse around his finger.

“Oh God… Nick!” Your legs trembled beneath his touch.

“That feel good?” he asked softly against your skin, his finger moving in and out of you in a slow rhythm.

You nodded vigorously, unable to form words as his thumb slightly sped up and his finger stroked inside you.

“You like being touched like this?” he whispered dirty things in your ear, making you blush.

As he spoke, Nick slipped another finger inside you, stretching you slightly more. You whimper at the new fullness, feeling yourself grow even more wet.

“Fuck, yes.”

With two fingers now moving in and out of you in a smooth rhythm, Nick curled them both upward, hitting that perfect spot deep inside, making you let out a loud, throaty moan.

“Right there?” Nick asked huskily, speeding up his fingers, pumping faster now.

You could only manage a nod as sensations washed over you, sending shivers coursing down your spine.

His fingers moved faster now, curling, hitting that spot over and over until, finally, you felt yourself shatter into an orgasm. Your body went limp, but Nick’s arms caught hold of you, as he continues to finger you through your orgasm, keeping you upright even as your knees gave way.

“Woah, easy there, I gotcha,” Nick laughs.

For a moment, the only sounds in the bathroom were the steady patter of the water and your heavy, uneven breaths. You barely registered the way Nick slowly slid his fingers out of you, leaving you sensitive and pulsing in the aftermath of your release.

“That was the most sexiest thing I ever seen.” he says.

Then, as you blinked up at him, still lost in the haze of pleasure, you caught the way his deep brown eyes locked onto yours—dark, intense, filled with something unmistakably heat. Without breaking eye contact, he raised his slick fingers to his mouth and slipped them between his lips, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate motion.

“God, you taste so good,” he murmured, his voice rich with devilish amusement. His gaze flickered over your flushed face, down to your parted lips, and then back up. “I could do that all night.”

The boldness of it sent another shiver through you, your stomach twisting in a fresh new wave of desire.

Nick leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek as he pressed a teasing kiss just below your ear. “Next time,” he whispered, his voice low and full of promise, “I’m gonna take my time with you. Taste you properly.”

His words sent a sharp jolt of heat straight through you, leaving you breathless all over again.

You swallowed hard, trying to collect yourself, but the way he looked at you—like he was already thinking about making good on that promise—made it nearly impossible.

Then, with a knowing smirk, Nick pulled back just enough to meet your eyes again. “But for now,” he mused, brushing his lips over yours in a fleeting kiss, “I think I need to be inside you.”

Suddenly, you felt an urgent need to connect with Nick. You grabbed his face, pulling him down to meet your lips in a passionate kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue but you don’t care. Your hands roamed over each other’s bodies, exploring every curve and contour. The water continued to cascade down around you, but you were lost in the sensation of being together.

As you kissed, your hand slipped down between your bodies, wrapping around Nick’s length. You started to stroke him gently, feeling his warmth and hardness in your palm.

Nick groaned, throwing his head back as he broke away from the kiss. His eyes were closed, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and ecstasy.

“You’re gonna make me cum if you keep that up,” he muttered, grabbing your wrist to still your movements.

You smirked, feeling a thrill at having this power over him.

Nick then grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into another passionate kiss before breaking away, his voice husky with desire.

“Turn around and bend over,” he instructed, his eyes burning with intensity.

You obey, turning to face the wall as you bend over, your hands bracing yourself against the cool tile. Nick’s hands rub over your ass, squeezing it gently as he whispers how sexy you are.

“You have such a beautiful ass.” he says, his fingers digging deeper into your flesh. “I love the way it curves out from your back.”

You moan at the touch, feeling a surge of need as his fingers caress your skin.

Nick’s hands continue to explore your body, tracing the curves of your hips and thighs.

“Nick please.” You beg not being able to wait any longer.

He smiles at your neediest.” What ever you say baby.”

You feel him slide into you from behind, his dick filling you completely as he waits a few seconds for you to adjust.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice low and concerned.

You nod, taking a deep breath as you try to accommodate his length. “Yes,” you whisper back.

With that reassurance, Nick starts to move. At first, the pace is slow and gentle, but he quickly picks up.

“You’re so tight,” Nick growls in your ear. “I love how my dick feels inside you.”

He thrusts deeper into you, his hips pounding against yours.

“I love how you feel,” you gasp. “You stretch me out in the best way possible.”

Your words only seem to fuel Nick’s passion. He starts moving harder, faster now.

“You like that, don’t you?” he breathes. “You like when I fuck you hard?”

The bathroom was filled with the steady rhythm of water cascading from the showerhead, mingling with the slick, wet sounds of Nick moving in and out of you. The quiet, intimate space was overtaken by the soft, breathy gasps escaping your lips, the occasional low groan rumbling from Nick’s throat as he watched you unravel beneath his touch. The faint echo of skin against skin, the subtle squelch with each movement, and the way your moans mixed with the steam-heavy air created a symphony of raw, unfiltered passion , making the moment feel even more intense, even more consuming.

As the rhythm builds between you, it becomes almost frantic. Just when it feels like you’re about to cum, Nick suddenly pulls out, making you whimper slightly at the loss of contact.

“Why did you—?” you begin, but before you can finish, Nick cuts you off by turning you around and picking you up against the wall. He lifts you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist before he lines up back into you.

This time, he moves with reckless abandon, his hips slamming into yours with intense force. His dick drives deep into you, the sensation overwhelming.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to release, your body trembling with anticipation. Nick’s hands grip your ass tightly, holding you in place as he moves with purpose.

His mouth claims yours in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling together as you both moan in pleasure.

“Oh my gosh, I’m gonna…”you cry out, unable to finish your sentence because of the overwhelming pleasure.

“Come on, baby. Let go for me,” Nick whispers in your ear, and that’s what sets you off.

Your orgasm hits you so intensely that your vision momentarily goes black, causing you to let out the most unrestrained moan you’ve ever made.

As you come down from your high,Nick continues to move, chasing his own high. He feels your walls pulsing around him.

Not long after, he reaches his peak as well, letting out a string of unfilthy words under his breath.

Nick’s breaths were heavy as he leaned his forehead against the cool tile, his arms still wrapped securely around you. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his body still trembling from the intensity of the moment.

You reached up, fingers threading through his damp curls, gently smoothing them back as he caught his breath. His eyes fluttered closed at your touch, a soft hum escaping his lips as he relaxed into your comforting presence.

After a moment, he slowly lifted his head, his gaze meeting yours. A small, tired smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. Carefully, pulling out of you and unwrapping your legs from around his waist, lowering you back onto your feet with the utmost care. His hands remained on your waist, steadying you as he searched your face.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice laced with tenderness.

You nodded, a warm, content smile spreading across your lips. “Never better,” you whispered. “Are you?”

He let out a breathy chuckle, resting his forehead against yours. “More than okay,” he murmured, his fingers brushing over your cheek before tucking a damp strand of hair behind your ear.

The two of you stood there for a moment, wrapped in the warmth of each other, the water still cascading down your bodies. Then, out of nowhere, a small, breathless laugh escaped you. Nick raised an eyebrow, his lips curving in amusement.

“What?” he asked, chuckling as well.

“That was… a lot,” you admitted with a grin, your cheeks flushing slightly.

Nick smirked, shaking his head before leaning in to press a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips. “Yeah, it was,” he agreed, his voice laced with affection. “But I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

You smiled against his lips, your hands still resting in his hair. “I love you,” you whispered softly.

Nick’s expression softened instantly, his eyes filled with warmth as he cupped your face in his hands. “I love you too,” he murmured before kissing you again, this time slower, deeper—filled with nothing but love.

As the steam continued to swirl around you both, Nick finally pulled away with a playful glint in his eyes. “Come on,” he said, reaching for the body wash. “Let’s actually finish showering before we run out of hot water.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you reached for the loofah, playfully bumping his shoulder. “Fine. But you’re washing my hair.”

Nick grinned, already reaching for the shampoo. “Deal.”

And with that, the two of you continued your shower, basking in the warmth of the water—and each other.

[nvyah]

tbh i felt more realistic and less cringe!

(my opinion though) they really changed a lot in the storyline which felt more appropriate...and i kinda liked every change they made🤌🏻and these two are soooo🤌🏻🤌🏻

[tvinspo]

CULPA MIA (2023)

[rhyslarsenlover]

broken lips & bad ideas

warnings: strong sexual tension (15+), suggestive content, mild violence (injuries + patching up wounds), and heavy mutual pining with a side of banter.

the dim light casts long shadows across the room, the air thick with the lingering scent of sweat, blood, and adrenaline. nick is sprawled in your chair, head tilted back, lips curled in that infuriating half-smirk even as crimson drips from the corner of his mouth.

“you always gotta be the tough guy, huh?” you mutter, dabbing antiseptic over the gash on his cheek. he flinches, not from the sting, but from the way your fingers graze his jaw, lingering for just a second too long.

his eyes flick to yours, dark and unreadable, amusement laced with something heavier, something unspoken. “didn’t know you cared so much, sweetheart,” he rasps.

you scoff, pressing the cotton a little harder against his wound just to hear him hiss. “i don’t. just don’t want you bleeding all over my floor.”

a beat of silence.

the room crackles with something electric. then, before you can think twice, your fingers slide from his cheek down to his chin, tilting it up so he’s looking right at you. his eyes flicker to your lips, then back up, and suddenly the air between you is suffocating. “you should stop getting into fights you can’t win,” you say, voice softer now, betraying something you don’t want to name.

nick exhales a slow, measured breath, his smirk twitching at the corners. “who says i didn’t win?” you don’t answer. and that’s when you feel it, how tense he is beneath your touch. how his breath is just a little too slow, too measured. his tongue swipes across his busted lip, like he knows exactly what he’s doing, like he knows you’re watching.

“careful, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice all heat and gravel. “keep touching me like that, and i might start thinking you actually like having your hands on me.” your grip tightens, not enough to hurt, but enough to hold him there. to remind him that you’re the one in control right now.

“you talk too much,” you say. nick chuckles deeply, but there’s something sharp in it, something hungry. “and you don’t talk enough. but that’s okay. i like a girl who lets her hands do the talking.” your fingers twitch against his jaw, and his smirk flickers, just for a second. like he felt it too, that shift in the air, the slow pull of something neither of you can name.

your thumb ghosts over the edge of his jaw, tracing the bruise blooming beneath the skin. his breath stutters. it’s quick, barely noticeable, but you catch it. and he knows you caught it. the tension between you is suffocating now.

nick shifts slightly in the chair, his knee brushing against your leg, just a whisper of contact, just enough to make your stomach twist. “you nervous?” he asks, and it’s not teasing, not cocky. it’s something else. something darker. you don’t answer. you just lean in, just enough so that your breath skims his cheek, so that you can feel the heat rolling off him in waves. his fingers twitch against his knee, like he’s fighting the urge to touch you.

nick’s lips part, breath shallow, eyes flicking between your mouth and your gaze like he’s caught in the pull of something he can’t fight. then, just when the tension feels like it might snap, he breaks into a boyish, knowing smile. cocky. infuriating. like he already knows how this ends.

then, before you can pull away, his hands grip your waist, firm, as he pulls you into his lap. a sharp inhale catches in your throat, hands bracing against his shoulders, but he just leans back, settling you against him like you were always meant to be there. “there,” he murmurs. “now we’re comfortable.”

he smirks up at you, his hands still resting on your waist as he looks up at you with a knowing glint in his eye. “you know, for someone who hates me so much, you sure seem to find a lot of excuses to be around me.”

you scoff, scanning his face, “don’t flatter yourself. i only agreed to let you in because you were hurt.”

he raises an eyebrow, his smirk never wavering. "sure, sweetheart. keep telling yourself that. you could have just as easily called an uber and sent me on my way. just admit you like taking care of me.”

you shake your head, “shut up,” you whisper, smiling softly as you look into your eyes.

his smirk falters for a second, caught off guard by the sudden softness in your expression. hands tightening slightly on your waist before he catches himself, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "make me." he challenges, his face inches from yours.

“god you’re such a cliche,” you breathe. he chuckles, his face inching closer, his breath mingling with yours. “says the girl sitting on the lap of the guy she supposedly can't stand." his eyes flick to your lips, daring you to deny it again.

you stay silent this time, a shaky breath as your hands move to the nape of his neck, playing with his hair.

his smirk widens, catching your shaky breath as a victorious smirk curls his lips. his thumb traces a subtle path along your hipbone through your shirt, a feather-light touch that makes the hair on your neck stand up.

you blush, “god nick..” you felt as if you could explode with the tension.

his eyes light up at the sound of his name on your lips like that. a sigh mixed with annoyance and something else, and he takes that as his opening.

his hand moves from your hip to your back, pulling you flush against him as he captures your mouth in a kiss.

you return the kiss eagerly, moving your hips slightly against his lap. nick groans into the kiss, one hand sliding into your hair, the other cupping your jawline. his lips curve into a genuine smile against yours as he pulls back just enough to murmur, "if i’m such a cliche, why are you kissing me back so hard?" “you’re never gonna let that go, are you?” you reply, rolling your eyes with a smile.

“not a chance in hell,” he smirks, pulling you back into another kiss while his hands explore your waist. "y/n.. if you roll your eyes like that again," he groans, "i swear..." nick’s voice trails off as his thumbs trace circles on your lower back.

“what?” you ask, challenging him as your hand returns to grip that same place on his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes.

“i’ll give you a better reason to roll your eyes,” he says, his hands travelling to your ass, squeezing gently.

you moan unexpectedly, rolling your hips again to relieve the ache that you felt in between your legs. “please do.” you reply, melting under his gaze. “your wish is my command, y/n.”

[zanephillips]

GABRIEL GUEVARA My Fault/Culpa mía (2023)

[nat111love]

MY FAULT: LONDON (2025)

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

My Fault London: Nick Leister headcannons

Note: All these headcannons are mature aka SPICY HEADCANNONS ✨Mentions of drinking! Afab reader! Step-Sister reader!

Nick Leister who… doesn’t really care that other people are around. He doesn’t mind being public with you, but it’s you who gets anxious. ‘What if someone sees us?’ ‘What if someone hears us?’ He doesn’t care. He does whatever he wants because he can. At social events, while everyone’s mingling about with their drinks and fake smiles, he’s face deep into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and drilling himself into you like no tomorrow. Backed up against a wall legs wrapped around his hips. He’s drinking up every sound you make, certain on easing your worries about getting caught while hitting that spot that has you seeing stars. He knows people will question him, ask him where he’s been and what he was doing. He wants to answer you, but he smiles and says he just needed a breath of fresh air.

Nick Leister who… waits for your mother and hid father to leave for the weekend, going on a business trip and ignoring their ‘Be careful! Be nice to each other!’ And oh is he nice, so nice because he takes his time kissing you through the kitchen, caging you against the countertop with his arms and hips, heated kiss so deep you don’t notice his hands shaking as they rest on your waist, just under the hem of your shirt. He’s so nice, letting you run your fingers through his hair, and groaning when you pull just right to make his head spin, nails raking against his scalp and he lives for it.

Nick Leister who… catches you trying on his clothes, a large shirt covering your frame. He watches from the doorway, watches you spin around in his shirt, a tie of his loosely around your neck. He grins when he realizes he likes the sight of you in his clothes more than he’d realized. He especially likes taking them off you. ‘They’re not yours, it’s only right I help you take it off. Don’t you think?’ He’ll lift the shirt off you, leaving you in a tie as he takes his time with you, showing you why you don’t go snooping (though for what it’s worth, you definitely don’t regret it after having his face between your thighs) He’ll get on his knees, looking up at you after asking where you need him most.

Nick Leister who… does whatever you ask of him. It starts with little things at first. ‘Can you pick me up from..?’ Or an occasional, ‘Can you pick up some coffee for me?’ Simple favors. Something only a good ‘house-mate’ would do. But he loves when you ask for help on other things. Like when you tip-toe into his room late at night once your parents have gone off to bed, large sleep shirt draped over you as you shyly knock on his door. He’ll let you in, buying the fake excuse that you ‘had a bad dream’ and let you stay in his bed. And he’ll help you all the same when you ask him to get you off, ripping off your panties faster than you can finish your question. He’s between your legs in an instant, eyes rolling to the back of his head when you pull him closer, grinding onto his face because his tongue is ‘oh-so-good’ and he grinds into the bed beneath him at your moans.

Nick Leister who… loves seeing you in that pretty bathing suit. Watching you run into the water, hair tied back and not a care in the world, running into the waves and letting the water roll off your skin when you call for him to join you. And he does, painfully and running as fast as he can as to avoid the questions about the growing tent in his pants. He’ll throw you under water, splash and grab you, but all he can think about is how much better you’d look when he takes it off you. And he does, finally after so many torturing hours of watching you run around in that little bikini. He’ll skip his fingers under the fabric, fingers working their way through your folds to get to where you need him most. He’ll kiss down your chest, nipping and biting at the skin like if his life depends on it, leaving little hickies and bite marks over the swell of your breast. He isn’t going to hide it. Doesn’t want too. He’ll push the fabric to the side, lowering his swim trunks just enough to get inside you, and fighting the urge to finish right then and there.

Nick leister who is just addicted to you <3

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