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A few of stoned Fast Food Reader's many adventures because it's all I can think about rn-
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[Fast Food Reader sets up an ouija board on a table in the dining area with the bathroom succubus]
Bathroom Succubus: It's trying to say something....
Fast Food Reader: B-O.....-O [screams]
Bathroom Succubus: It's saying something else.... C-H-E-A-T-E-R... Cheater?
The Ice Cream Machine Ghost: >:(
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[Fast Food Reader sits on the roof with The Storyteller]
Fast Food Reader, passing them a note: Read this one, read this one
The Storyteller: Then man thought he was safe from the rabid squirrel - until it fell through his sunroof
[Distant Screaming]
Fast Food Reader, laughing: haha... wanna write one?
[The Storyteller takes the notepad and writes: The cashier rewards their companion for its help with a kiss]
Fast Food Reader: ... Alright, pucker up-
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[Fast Food Reader sits in the ball pit surrounded by hands wearing beaded bracelets, working on another peace of jewelry when their boss walks in]
The Manager: Sweetheart, your break ended two hours ago
Fast Food Reader: but... I haven't made a bracelet for all of them yet :(
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Fast Food Reader, holding a sundae: Did you know you get free ice cream if you flash the machine
The Janitor: You work here, everything is free.
Fast Food Reader: huh... [kisses the janitor on the cheek and walks away]
[The Janitor picks up a spray bottle and sprays cleaning chemicals in their eyes]
The Janitor: Well.. at least I'm awake
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Here's the story yall asked me to post
Hello! I am posting this short little story, which is the first of a number of short stories I have written about these two characters, a delusional noblewoman and her deranged maid. By clicking the readmore you agree that both characters contained within, regardless of what the text says, are girls.
In some forgotten corner of some forgotten city, a forgotten noble of a forgotten family sits in petty agony.
Protected from the onslaught of acidic rain only by a hastily constructed sheet metal roof, he imagines Mother's pain at the tears in his coat, and the scion of the Branche family considers weeping.
What would it cost?
Too much.
Elan Branche pushes it down. At twelve, one puts such childishness behind them.
Back straight. Assess the damage. Find the solution.
The coat was heavy. Too large, and far too decorated with old and meaningless signifiers of unearned and forgotten glory, weighed down further still by the damp of rain and blood (hidden at least by the deep red color of the fabric), he takes it off and hangs it on a bit of exposed rebar.
It was old and beautiful; burgundy and torn to shreds. The sleeves and the tail had cuts and rips that Elan knew he could never fix. He thought of a picture he'd found of the family's old staff, and the dedicated tailor among them. All gone now, gone since before his birth. This burden, like all before it, must be borne alone.
Put it out of mind for now.
He turned away from the coat to inspect his blade. Sharpening the noble edge sharpens the noble mind, he thought, and began to clean. His adventures to these parts were proving more expensive than he thought, but the rabble must know the Branche Family. Their petty vassals and pettier commoners had forgotten and darkness had come to them.
By sword and torch and pistol he would bring light and flame back. He would polish the old blazonry with the blood of those foolish and cruel enough to have taken advantage of the weakness of his family. No longer would commoner merchant thugs an-
Hold. A sound.
Elan jumped and turned, blade pointed at his empty coat, hanged and swinging in the breeze.
Foolish. Too easily startled. Undignified. Waving your sword around at an empty coat.
But then another sound, like the whimper of a kicked dog.
“N-Nothing gets by you, milord….”
A hunched and crouching pathetic figure emerged from behind the rebar, raising its hands, but holding onto what seemed to be an especially short thin piece of scrap metal, bent at the end such that a thread could pass through it.
Elan's mind raced. First, relief, then recognition. Figure was a boy. No older than thirteen or fourteen. Thin, so thin, tall and dressed in rags.
“You. You're that kid from the other day. The mugging victim, yes?”
Wasn't that mugging four towns over?
He left it unsaid. He continued.
“What are you doing with my coat?”
The figure squirmed, and tried to stand up straight.
“I-I-I saw. The state of your coat. And I thought I might be useful, milord…” It paused, and jumped as though shocked, “My lord.”
It gestured towards the left sleeve, and Elan's eyes traced the crimson thread from the needle in its scarred hand to the sleeve of the coat, partially sewed with baffling skill.
Elan considered the boy. His hair gray (common in these chemically stained regions), his form clearly starved, his body shaking but his hands so very steady.
Potential and possibility, all of it. Solutions to problems named and those he refused to name.
“How useful,” Elan lowered his sword and allowed himself to smile, “would you like to be?”
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“They” say that unattended cooking is the number one cause of kitchen fires, but I was standing right next to the oven when that pot full of carburetor cleaner went up in flames. Okay, not carb cleaner. I can’t afford the good stuff. It was a pot full of Pine-Sol. Okay, Columbo, it was dollar-store brand imitation Pine-Sol, which is indeed flammable.
The most important thing to do in the event of a fire is not to panic. Luckily for me, my life experience consists of dealing with many fires. Panic is actually completely impossible for me at this point, as the part of my brain that handles the adrenaline response for such a disaster is no longer responsive to stimuli. Last doctor I had was pretty sure it had just burned itself straight out from over-use, did two papers on it. She got a job at some AI-run drug company, one of the ones whose name is all consonants. Let’s get back to the fire.
I had a fire extinguisher. In my kitchen, no less. It was just attached to a big chunk of Chrysler Imperial, because it used to be part of an NHRA-standard drag racer. Those guys are sticklers about fire protection, probably because you can only watch so many up-and-coming teenagers with immense racing talent reduce themselves to barbecue before you decide it might be time to ask them to carry a fire suppression system onboard. I hit it with my adjustable wrench, which is the only thing an adjustable wrench is good for, and it goes off, blanketing the room in some horrendously caustic fire-uncausing chemical. I also sometimes use it (the wrench) to grab hot pots off the stove when I can’t find my oven mitts. Now is such a time, and I quickly throw the entire assembly out of the missing kitchen window into the snow, where it sizzles and is rendered inert.
After a few minutes to regain my composure and discover the furthest extents of man’s discoveries of new and exciting profanity, I step outside to retrieve the carburetor. Clean as a whistle. I smile, and walk back inside, ready to begin the arduous task of forming my own carburetor gaskets out of old roof shingles.
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Summary: you end a peaceful patrol to go make jason rest
Jason Todd x Gn!Vigilante!Reader | 749 words | no y/n
Warnings: mild sickness, mentions of gangs, petty theives, ect. Nothing to crazy
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Standing on the roofs of Gotham, you can see everything. The city, despite the darkness that lurks in every corner, is beautiful. The lights from tall city buildings reflecting off windows, the sounds of the bustling streets, the moment of calm.
Your vigilante costume sits tight to your skin, hiding your identity from the many people out and about this late at night. Despite Gotham being one of the most dangerous city's in the world, the night life is forever endless. Gothamites never sleep it seems.
Your patrol has been pretty calm all night, Jason at home with a cold, Dick back in Büldhaven, Tim visiting the Kent's, Duke staying in to work on an essay, and everyone doing their own thing tonight. Small gangs and petty thiefs have been active, but it seems the routes have also taken a night off. Perhaps it's the freezing cold temperatures the city has recently encountered, or the heavy rain that has been on and off the past week.
As you finish your break, your comms get slightly hijacked, "seems your alone tonight." The voice is clearly Oracle.
"Seems you are too, all the other death defying idiots too busy to give you attention right now?" Your smile can be heard from your tone as you begin to move through the city.
Her laugh sounds through your ears, "very funny. Anyways, I want you to finish up. It's nearing the end of the night anyways, go home early."
Your feet stop moving on a differnet roof top at her tone, despite being light hearted as usual, it seems to have a serious undertone laced through it. "Is there a patrical reason for this bonus vacation time?"
"Redhood has called me three times. One to ask abt information on a case, which I didn't give him and told him to rest." While Oracle explains, you begin moving in a different direction, now aiming for home, "the other two times asking about you, were you are, how you are. If he calls me again in gonna block both your numbers."
"You underestimating us? I'm sure I could contact you even if you tried to get rid of me." You laugh, but definitely tense at the information. Jason has been out of commission for two nights in a row due to a horrible cold he got. You assume it's from the storm he was in the other day, mixing with the chemicals from Ivys plants, due to the area he was patrolling.
"Try me." Is all you hear before Oracle leaves you be. Once again leaving you to the ambiance of Gotham city.
You quickly make your way to your shared apartment. You climb up the fire escape and go through the open window, to see the lovely sight of your shirtless boyfriend.
On the couch, hunch over and man spreading, is Jason, in boxers and nothing else as he sorts through case files.
"Damn babe, it's fucking freezing in here." You take off your mask and shut and lock the window you came through, "no wonder you have a damn cold. You're never gonna get over it at this rate."
Jason hums in acknowledgment, still sorting through his files. With a sigh and a roll of your eyes, you go to the bedroom to change. Stripping out of your costume, throwing on warm and proper clothes, and cleaning yourself up a bit.
When you come back to the living room, Jason hasn't moved a bit.
"Jay?" You lean on the doorway and wait for a response, getting none. "Jason?" Again, nothing.
So, not feeling like dealing with him being defiant, you walk over to the couch where he sits, and stand between him and the coffee table, forcing him to look at you.
Jason finally looks up, eyes tired and red, skin slightly sweaty. "Hello." He finally says.
"You should be in bed." Your nails rake through his hair, slightly gross feelings but Jason is clearly enjoying it.
"I was working." His eyes flutter closed as he relaxes into your touch.
A small smile forms over your face as you move to cradle his face in your hands, "save work for later, you need mental and physical rest."
Jason opens his eyes to look up to you, "yeah, okay. Fine." Voice reluctant.
Walk him back to your shared bed, seeing him plop down and pass out almost immediately, you decide that everything else can wait, so you claw up with him and join him.
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Harry Styles is your sworn enemy. You've decided to take a holiday in the Scottish Highlands, and so has he. And there's only one bed…
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A/N: Welcome to Part 2! This story has been with me for a few months now, so it's a bit weird to be done, but the good stuff is in here! I hope you all enjoy the conclusion, and as always, thank you for reading!
Word Count: 15,007
Trigger Warnings: Swearing (obvs), embarrassing bedtime stories, groovy sexy times
Part 1
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Something woke you earlier than usual. A heavy weight placed somewhere in the region of the most sacred part of one’s body. Not right there, but close enough.
You accidentally wriggled, and inhaled sharply when it got closer.
Your eyes flew open and you lifted your head. Harry had slung his arm over your midsection. Unconsciously. He was lying on his back, head turned away from you but his arm stretched across the lower half of your sternum and rested against your hip bone. If you tried to peel him off you he might wake.
You were so warm, and Harry’s arm so close to your middle region was absolutely not helping. You could feel your sex gearing up, anticipating something that was absolutely not going to happen. Traitorous genitals.
It was still raining, you could hear it bashing against the sides and roof of the cabin. For days it had been so loud inside. You wished for peace. Silence. Calm.
Knowing you couldn’t stay in bed with Harry touching you like that while dying a death in a fiery inferno, you made a move. Ever so slowly, you inched towards the edge of the bed until you could get your foot on the floor, and then expertly twisted your body so that his arm landed on the mattress with barely a disruption.
When you were satisfied he was still completely zonked, you slipped into the bathroom and ran a cold shower. You stood underneath the stream and dropped your forehead against the wall.
This was getting ridiculous. Complicated. Scary. Over the course of the week you and Harry had somehow gone from detested enemies to domestic companions. You hadn’t argued in a week. You took road trips together for games and snacks. And to make matters worse, your body was starting to react to him in a way it hadn’t since before you knew him. Yesterday you found his profile attractive and now your body gravitated towards his touch like it was trying to correct some kind of chemical imbalance.
Four more nights you reminded yourself. You can survive four more nights.
You stood under cold water for ten minutes and then went through the motions of washing your hair and scrubbing your body. You made sure you dressed again before you left the bathroom.
Harry, it turned out, had not offered such a courtesy. He was peering at something on his phone, standing over the table with a clean T-shirt in his hands, apparently midway through changing.
Your body went up in flames all over again at the sight of him. It wasn’t like the night you arrived where he was damp and glistening from-
No. You needed to calm the fuck down. Thoughts of Harry in the shower were not appropriate and would not be tolerated. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
“Shower free?” He asked, glancing up at you.
For shitting fuck’s sake.
“No one else is in there.”
His forehead crinkled at your reply. “Good to know… I’d be concerned if there was.”
You didn’t know how to come back to that, so you made for your suitcase in a show of needing something out of it, and Harry took that as his time to get in the bathroom. Once you heard the shower running again you let out a long breath.
Harry hadn’t made any coffee, so for once, since you were the first one up, you prepared yours and his. This exchange malarkey - wanting to be as generous to him as he had started being to you - was another tally on the metaphorical chart. You were in danger of doing something really stupid.
All day you kept to a safe distance. It didn’t help that he decided it was acceptable to walk around the cabin in shirtless periods, so you made sure to avoid eye contact with his chest and keep a straight face. You made breakfast, you made your own lunches, and he made dinner. You finished your jigsaw puzzle with neer a brush of fingertips, and you spent the rest of the day reading. He did the same.
This was safe. Comfortable. Neutral ground.
When you decided to call it a night you lay on your side facing away from him and waited for the inevitable to pull you under. Harry fidgeted beside you more than he usually did and it was the only thing keeping you awake. You wanted to snap at him as equally as you wanted to keep your mouth shut. He’d never fidgeted before, he slept like the dead once he was tucked in. A thing you envied.
He settled eventually, but you could tell he wasn’t asleep yet. It was like you could hear his brain whirring.
Giving in, you peeled an eye open and turned over your shoulder. “Do you need a nightcap or something?”
He glanced at you with a weak smile. “Sorry.”
“If it helps, when I’m struggling to sleep I come up with scenarios in my head that would never happen until my own ridiculousness is too much for my brain.”
It was dark in the room, but you were sure you saw a smile tease on his mouth. “Like what?”
Here goes nothing. This was the exact opposite of what you’d been trying to achieve today, but you’d opened yourself up now like a surgeon operating on your vital organs. Might as well see it through.
You rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling. “Anything. One time Henry Cavill was a firefighter and rescued me from a burning building. Another time he was my soulmate and fell in love with me at first sight. Another time he was my neighbour and I found out my cat had been flirting with him.”
Harry’s belly laugh filled the quiet room. “Do they always involve Henry Cavill?”
“90% of the time, yes. Sometimes I treat myself and think about that bass player from The 1975.”
“I see… so tall men, then?”
“Broad.” You amend. “It’s all in the shoulders.”
“Interesting.”
“Maybe you could try thinking about doing the splits for that yoga woman again.”
“No.”
You shot a questioning look at him through the darkness, but he likely didn’t catch it given his silence.
He turned his head towards you, expression calm. “Can I tell you a secret?”
Oh boy. “If you want to.”
Harry rolled onto his side to face you, one hand shoved under his pillow. Feeling like you had no other choice, you did the same and gave him your face.
He licked his lips. You’d seen him do it before in interviews before he talked about something exposing. Not that you’d watched many of his interviews. Just the ones Holly had you sit through. So, all of them. “I’ve really enjoyed this week.”
Something bloomed inside you - right in the middle of your stomach, warm and tingly - and spread right through you to the tips of your fingers and toes. You felt it on your cheeks and the tips of your ears, too.
“It’s not been completely horrible,” You admitted, voice suddenly a little hoarse.
“I have a theory.”
“What’s that?”
He hesitated. “I might be wrong, but I think Holly and your brother did it on purpose.”
You gave a slow nod. “I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought the same when I got here. I’m sure, if we are onto them, Holly was the main culprit.”
“Oh, yeah.” He said with absolute certainty. “Your brother probably tried to ward her off the idea.”
“Also rather convenient that they were visiting for a family birthday the first weekend we were here.”
“Very convenient.”
You lay there for a moment, offering the smallest little grins to one another while keeping the other’s gaze. Your eyes had adjusted to the darkness in the room, and you could just make out his profile. His eyes were heavy but he was still with you. You had the strongest urge to reach out and stroke his face, but you didn’t.
“Will you tell me a secret?”
An eye for an eye.
You took a deep breath and let your mind take a dive. You would give him something. He’d been honest with you. Now it was your turn. “Before I met you, sometimes my bedtime scenarios involved Niall.”
He reared back, face a beautifully offended sight. “Excuse me?”
Howling laughter ripped out of you and you had to bury your face into your pillow to stop from waking any wild animals in the near vicinity.
“I can’t believe you just said that.” He said against your hysterics.
“I was joking.” You wheezed, and patted his shoulder. His broad, smooth, warm shoulder. “I didn’t, I swear.”
“Who were they about, then?”
You lifted a brow. As if he had to ask… “Seriously?”
“I wanna hear you say it.” He patted the mattress between you - not that there was much of it -, an invitation.
You sighed, but you were smiling, still giddy off the back of your joke. “You, Harry.”
“Can you say it in a full sentence? I might make it my ringtone.”
You shoved his shoulder again. At this point it just seemed you were looking for an excuse to touch it. “No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“A whisper is fine.”
“Fuck off.” You scoffed.
He moved an inch closer to you. “Please?”
You glared at him, but were painfully aware of the bitten smile on his face and the closeness of him. “Before I met you, some of my bedtime scenarios involved you.”
He exhaled with such depth and length you thought he might’ve taken his last breath. “What did they involve?”
“Absolutely not, we’re not going there.”
“Oh, come on. Please? Just one. I won’t hold it against you.”
“You and I both know that’s utter bollocks and you will laud it over me for the rest of my life.”
“Surprised you think I’ll be around for the rest of your life.”
“Unless Holly bins you off or you sack my brother, I am aware that it is likely you’ll always just be around. And both likelihoods seem very slim.”
“At least we can tolerate each other now.”
You gasped. “You don’t think I’m intolerable anymore?”
“You’ve grown on me.”
That pleased you more than you were willing to admit. After a beat of silence and another dive into your brain, you came up with one. “There was one I remember. We were friends and you’d come and visit me on your off time without telling me. I always imagined you just walking in the door and making yourself comfortable in my house. And you’d live with me for a few weeks until you had to go again.”
“A few weeks? You crammed a few weeks worth of storyline into one night?”
“Sometimes I had two or three part fantasies.” You shrugged.
“Interesting… is that all that happened? I turned into a vegetable on your sofa until I had to leave again?”
That made you laugh, but you quickly shook your head. “No. I’ve only ever had one bed.”
“So we’d have to share?”
“You don’t seem like the type of man to comfortably spend the night on the floor. And you definitely wouldn’t fit on my sofa.”
“I’ve never seen your house so I wouldn’t know, but I can tell you’ve really thought about this.”
“They say it’s better to write about what you know.”
“Write?”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s just a turn of phrase, Harry. I’m not writing this shit down.” At least, not recently…
“Damn. Maybe I would’ve liked to see it.”
“Funny.”
He grinned. “Glad you think so.”
You shoved him again and closed your eyes. “Go to sleep, Harry. Fantasise about your dream date at one of your shows or something.”
“Was that one of yours?”
Yes. “No.”
His chuckle floated around the room. “Goodnight,”
“Night.”
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Your face was smushed against something hard when you woke up. It was warm, too, like the inside of an oven after being turned off. Your body worked before your brain did, and your hand decided to feel around for what it could possibly be. It almost felt like a lucid dream. Maybe you weren’t awake yet. Maybe, you were still asleep.
You could’ve just opened your eyes, but they didn’t seem to want to yet. Glued together after a deep and dreamless sleep. You palmed your way over the heated slab you were pressed against without really thinking about it.
Until it produced a low rumble, and shifted a little under you. Then you felt something move against your back. A hand. Underneath your pyjama vest against your side.
Your eyes finally flew open to be met with a tattooed swallow on a pectoral.
“I always knew you secretly liked me.” He groused, voice broken and lacking. And oh so very deep.
“Why aren’t you wearing a T-shirt?” You blurted, unable to move.
“It got really hot last night. You were dead to the world again. Until I lay back down.”
“Excuse me?”
He laughed, a quiet and gruff little sound. “You cuddled me. Not the other way around.”
“And you just let me?”
“Sure. It’s better than trying not to fall out of bed every night.”
You sucked in a breath and tried not to overthink it. “Right.”
“It’s okay, you know. I don’t mind.”
“What if I mind?”
“Do you?”
Did you? You’d spent all of yesterday in your head about how things had changed between you, and his unavoidable attractiveness. Now your subconscious mind and/or body were willingly worming their way into a nighttime cuddle with him.
Christ alive, was there no hope?
“I don’t know.”
He squeezed your hip without a hint of hesitation. “I think I like this side of you.”
You dared to peer up at him. His eyes were droopy from sleep but his irises still glistened like seaglass. His scruff was getting fuller and that urge to stroke it returned. Your belly did a little flip-flop. And then he shifted slightly and you realised that your legs were intertwined, too. Dangerous feelings bloomed between your legs.
“What side is that?” You asked in a breathy voice.
He smirked. He knew what was going on in your head even if he was too polite to say it. “The one where I confuse you without behaving like a prick.”
“It is incredibly inconvenient for me.”
“Does it happen a lot?”
“Absolutely not.”
“I might be shooting myself in the foot here, but I think since you’re not making any attempt to move you can’t mind it that much.”
You made a wordless noise. “I’m in shock.”
“Do you want me to move?”
For the sake of your sanity, it was probably a smart idea. Still, that absolutely didn’t mean you wanted to. And you didn’t want to. You really didn’t want to admit that to him, though.
“You won’t offend me if you say no.” He hummed. He was still around you now in a kind of tense way. He didn’t want to adjust until you said anything.
Christ, this side of Harry was not the one you wanted to get used to.
You bit your lip as if it had any impact over your blatant indecision.
He chuckled, “I’m gonna make this easy for you,” he started shifting, away from you, “I need the loo.”
You were almost certain he was trying to be polite. Again. It did give you the kick up the arse to take yourself out of his space, though.
You kept your gaze down as Harry hauled himself off the bed, determined not to see him in this manner - roughened and lazy.
“Sun’s back.”
“Is it?” You feigned more interest in a loose piece of thread on the bed sheet.
“If it’s warm do you want to go to the lake again?”
“Sounds good.”
It didn’t sound good. It sounded horrific. Only in the sense you’d be subjected to more half-naked Harry. Wet, half-naked Harry.
He finally disappeared into the bathroom, leaving you with your muddled thoughts. You realised in that moment that none of this would get any easier until you were out of the cabin and into your AirBnB. You’d crawl there if you had to.
As you had with every visit down to the lake, you packed a tote with towels, drinks, snacks and enough entertainment to keep you occupied for the day.
You felt the heat the second you opened the cabin door. It was like that first step off a plane after landing in a hot country.
You started walking while Harry locked up, head tipped towards the sun above you. It was a dry heat today. Dangerous in one way but most definitely your favourite kind. It didn’t feel suffocating like humidity did.
“Definitely ice cream and swimming weather today.” Harry commented as he caught up with you.
“I love it when it’s like this.” You admitted. The sunny heat made your skin prickle.
“I can tell. You already seem to be in a better mood than yesterday.”
“I’m so glad we don’t have to spend another day indoors. I think I’d have lost my marbles.”
“Sure you’re not just pleased you don’t have to spend so much time in my general vicinity?” He was teasing, for the most part.
“Not even. I’m just not an indoor person.”
“If you say so.” He gave your hip a little poke.
You also caught the way he tried to tangle his fingers in the fabric of your pool dress, whether unconsciously or not, you weren’t sure. “If that were the case, I’d tell you.”
“God damn, I think you’re right.”
Once you made it to the lake you set yourselves up in the sun but close to some shade in case the heat became too much.
“You gonna come for a swim before you ignore me for a book the rest of the day?” Harry teased. “You haven’t gone in once since you got here.”
“Maybe, I don’t know.” You muttered, once again averting your gaze while he stripped out of his t-shirt.
“Is this where you tell me you can’t swim?”
You rolled your eyes and ignored his question. “It doesn’t feel very responsible abandoning our things at the same time.”
“They’ll be fine - we’ve got eyes on them.”
“What if we both get distracted and all our food gets nicked?”
“I like that you’re more concerned with the food being stolen than your purse or your phone.”
“Gluten free snacks are expensive.” You argued.
“Come on. Just for a bit? Five minutes and then we’ll come back and do some baking.”
You glanced up at him. You knew you’d never hear the end of it if you didn’t. How much ammunition had you already given him if after this holiday things went back to normal? Teenage bedtime stories? Throwing up in the bushes while on your hands and knees? Harassing paparazzi? That last one sounded ludicrous.
“Five minutes, and then I’m getting out to nurse my food.”
“Deal.” He stuck his hand out, but when you took it he dragged you to your feet rather than shook it.
“Let me just hide all this in the shade.” You said in a quiet voice, still trying to avoid looking at him for long periods of time.
“Fine. I’ll meet you down there.”
“Okay.”
You busied yourself putting your tote bag in the shadier part of your set up. It should’ve been a five second task but you managed to stretch it out to a half minute.
When you looked over your shoulder for Harry, he hadn’t got very far. Nor had he gotten any less attractive. In fact, he’d gotten more so. He was like Adonis. All muscles and tanned arms. Those tattoos didn’t help, either. Lord, what a specimen.
“Fuck sake.” You hissed, turning away from him again.
Taking a deep breath, you peeled your pool dress off and left it with your other belongings. Then you took more time just to mentally prepare yourself, smoothing your hands down your body.
“If you were doing this three weeks ago, you wouldn’t be this nervous.” You chided yourself. “Get a grip, woman. He’s just a man. It’s just Harry.”
But he’d never been just Harry, had he?
Fuck off.
You spun around and started marching towards the water’s edge. Harry had only just begun wading through the gentle tide. The volume of rainfall had affected the lake’s size by some margin. The beach was half the depth it had been five days ago yet the heat had attracted more people, leaving less space. It was busy.
“How cold is it?” You demanded once you were within earshot of him.
He turned over his shoulder to answer you, but his response seemed to get caught in his throat. His eyes raked down your body and then back up, a shameless and blatant go at checking you out. You were already hot from the sun, but this was much, much worse.
“It’s not bad.” He managed, gaze lingering on your chest.
Realisation smacked you in the face like a hard, rough paddle. The attraction wasn’t one-sided.
Trying to ignore Harry’s staring, you dipped your toe in, wincing a little. “It’s not great, either.”
“If I push you in it’ll take the shock away faster.”
“So much as touch me, Styles, and you’ll be sleeping outside tonight.”
He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, Jesus Christ.”
You waded in ahead of him until the water swallowed your hips, ultimately proud of yourself. Open-water was not your favourite by any stretch. You turned around with a big grin, only to be met with a wave of water splashing over your entire front.
Shock and bitter cold had your body tensing, and a loud gasp fell out of your mouth.
Harry’s roaring laughter ripped through the air, back arched and head tipped to the sky. “Oh, that was too good.”
“You,” you took a step toward him, “absolute,” and spread your arm wide, “dick.”
You dragged the length of your arm across the surface of the water and watched as an equivalent wave crashed over him. He staggered a little, but caught himself before he toppled over. A triumph on your part. Now you were even; he was just as wet as you were.
“You’re in trouble.” He warned when his gaze rejoined yours. He started making his way to you, and so you began to retreat.
“You started it.” You put your hands out, heart hammering in your ears.
“And I’m gonna finish it, too.” He lurched towards you.
Squealing, you hurled yourself away from him, only narrowly avoiding being caught. You splashed him again which he did not seem to appreciate, and laughed maniacally with each tread away from him.
“Come here!” He yelled.
“No!”
He chased you further into the water and then back out again towards the shoreline. You were more agile than you gave yourself credit for because you always just managed to be just out of his reach, three steps ahead, and laughing away the whole time.
“You’re a menace, woman!” He bellowed, but he sounded almost breathless.
“You’re only just realising?!” You cackled, narrowly dodging another attempt at grabbing you.
“I’ve known for a long time.” It almost sounded like a promise.
You circled around an innocent old woman a couple of times but she didn’t seem to mind. In fact she was just as entertained as you were.
“You’re supposed to be in peak physical condition, Styles.” You goaded, managing to float further away. “This is embarrassing.”
He gave an exasperated laugh. “I’m going easy on you.”
“Are you? ‘Cause to me it looks like you just can’t keep up.”
You waded further into the water with your back to him, far enough that you were covered up to your chest. When you turned around again, Harry had disappeared.
“What the-,”
“-Boo.”
You screamed as an arm wrapped around your waist from behind, your heart attempting to flee out of your chest. That familiar boom of laughter filled the air again, and your back was brought flush against Harry’s hard chest. He leaned over and splashed more water over you while you attempted to wriggle free.
“You prick, that’s not fair!”
“I think you’ll find it is fair.” He rebutted. “There were no rules set before we started.”
“You didn’t even alert me to the game before you started it!”
“You turned it into a game by retaliating.”
“Well, I’m not just gonna let you get away with it! And that still doesn’t give you an excuse to scare the shit out of me!”
“Alright, that’s fair.” He conceded, and loosened his hold on you. Then he turned you around by the arms and kept you there. “I’m sorry for scaring the shit out of you.”
Then he did the unthinkable and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, smushing you in a hug against his chest. It wasn’t lost on you how similar it was to the way you woke up this morning, and the change in pace again was giving you some kind of mental whiplash.
To avoid keeling over, you linked your arms around his waist. An odd feeling settled over you. Harry’s body was an unfamiliar comfort; his affection was like gravity. All of a sudden you were grounded, centred. How hadn’t you noticed before that you’d just been floating around?
He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head before he released you, but not entirely. Before you could really pull away, he took your face between his hands, encouraging you to meet his gaze. You gave him that much. Undivided, uncontested attention. You had given him that for a week now. There wasn’t much else to capture your attention.
His eyes were impossibly bright under the beating sun. Wordlessly, he smoothed each of his thumbs across your face, from the bridge of your nose and across your cheekbones to the hilt of your jaw.
Your lips parted with your next exhale and his attention dipped, drawn in by it.
Oh God.
This was uncharted territory. Would he really do it? Would he kiss you? In public? In front of close to a hundred people. White noise filled your ears at the thought.
The sun was getting hotter as it grew closer to midday. Highest point in the sky. Most lethal temperature. Your back felt dry, scalded.
The ghost of Harry’s touch still lingered on your nose and cheeks. “Can you see the bag?”
He blinked a few times and then lifted his gaze to the beach behind you. “Yeah. It’s still there. Although someone has sat incredibly close to us since we left it.”
You turned around, but his touch didn’t fall away. His hands remained on your shoulders. He was right - someone had set themselves up irritatingly close to your things, and that put you on edge.
“Go on.” He patted your back, right in the middle. “I can tell you’re itching to go back.”
You glanced up at him. “You’re not coming?”
“I never said that.”
Satisfaction nestled in your very core.
Together you waded back through the water to the shoreline and up the beach to your things.
“I’ve never wanted a windbreaker so much in my life.” Harry muttered as you sat back down.
You answered with a smile, and began searching through your tote for suncream. Harry held his hand out, so you squeezed a blob onto his palm and then started on yourself.
“Want me to do your back?” He offered.
Shitting hell. You’d planned to just lie on your back for the rest of the day, or at the very least keep only your front turned to the sun if you were sitting up.
“Yeah, okay.” You nodded.
“Will you do mine after?”
“Sure.”
Harry took the bottle from you, and you turned in your place to offer him your back. You attempted to school your breathing when his hand met your bare skin and began turning circles against it. He was methodical and somewhat cautious in his approach, a complete contrast to his behaviour not fifteen minutes ago. But still, in this kind of proximity with him you felt this unusual comfort, even if it was intermingled with nerves. You did your absolute best not to panic when his hand dropped lower to the waistband of your bottoms.
You switched places after he gave you a gruff, “Done.” This was better, because at least he couldn’t see you now.
While you had the opportunity to, you marvelled at his back, gaze following the lines of strong muscle and tendon. Your hands did their own thing, circling the cream into his skin until it vanished.
You used the excuse of being thorough to make sure you could admire him for as long as possible without it being suspicious, but eventually you gave him a pat on the shoulder to announce you were done.
You settled into comfortable silence. You lay on your back and used your book as a shield from the sun. Harry lay on his front parallel to you with his face turned towards you.
When he didn’t close his eyes or speak to you, you couldn’t help but ask, “Have you not got some form of entertainment with you?”
“Of course I do. You.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m not putting my book away to be your monkey.”
“Who said anything about that? Watching you like that is enough.”
You tried your damned hardest to ignore the butterflies in your tummy. “I can only imagine it to be immensely boring.”
“It’s not.” He insisted. “You could read to me if you feel bad, though.”
“I don’t feel bad, and it would only slow me down.”
His laughter was a glorious, low rumble. “Then I will just watch.”
You sighed, but failed to find the energy to argue further.
Twenty minutes later, when being on your back became uncomfortable, you turned over. Before you settled down again you took the opportunity to look around.
It was busier. Hardly an inch of space available on the stony beach.
“How bad is it?” Harry asked.
“It’s not great.”
He groaned.
“We can go back soon if you want. There might be some dry ground outside the cabin.”
“Might have to.” He lifted his head and peered over his shoulder. “Christ.”
You gave a helpless squeeze to his shoulder, and your body reacted as anyone’s would when he rested his cheek against it. More butterflies.
Oh boy.
“One more chapter and we’ll go.” You mumbled, voice uneven.
He nodded, and then he did something that took your breath away. He kissed the back of your hand. Just an innocent peck against your knuckle. It was such a certain and unabashed action you almost didn’t believe he’d done it, but the giveaway was the fact that you could still feel it after he pulled his lips away. And then, because you’d lost that last bit of self control, you stroked your hand across his scruff like it was nothing; the most natural thing in the world. It was coarse yet soft, completely contradicting itself.
Your brain betrayed you. Images of what the aftermath might look like if he ever found his way between your legs with a beard like that. Irritation on your inner thighs. Your excitement spread across the fine hairs. A shiny tip of his nose.
Stop.
You smoothed your hand against his scruff again. His eyes fluttered but they never closed. His gaze shifted to yours, and suddenly green was the only colour in the world. And seaglass was your favourite.
His gaze dropped to your mouth and your heart skipped two beats. Your faces had barely an inch of space between them. You could feel his sweet breath as it fanned across your face. He did that nervous lip-lick again, and melted butter replaced the cells that made up your body.
You wanted him to kiss you. Every other feeling you’d ever had towards him vanished like a ship in the Bermuda Triangle. You’d thought the evolution of your attraction towards him had been all on you. That maybe earlier when you’d presented yourself on the shoreline in your swimsuit that he was just doing as all other men did - appreciating something without taking advantage. Look but don’t touch. He wouldn’t be looking at your mouth like that if he didn’t want you.
He seemed to be waging a war with himself over the thought of kissing you, and it made you itch. Made you want it more.
Fuck it.
You used the fact that you were already holding his face as a means of bringing him towards you, and then you closed the short distance and pressed your mouth to his.
He didn’t react in any way towards you, and your mind fell into a horrendous tailspin. What were you doing? You were in public, and Harry wasn’t just some random beach-goer. He was a fucking celebrity. What if someone had seen you? What if someone was watching, and worse, cataloguing it?
Oh, shit. You’d fucked up.
But when you tried to retreat, he didn’t let you. He chased you back, capturing the side of your face with one hand. He moved his mouth over yours, finally leading, and the tension fell away from your body in heavy reems until you were pliant to him and his wants.
God his mouth was divine. Soft, full, gentle. A little sloppy, but you didn’t mind. It was what you wanted, what you needed. It didn’t cross boundaries or become indecent. It was just… just. Something that fulfilled its own purpose. And you revelled in it for as long as you had it, because you didn’t know if you could have it again once it ended.
Harry’s thumb caressed your cheek and even that made you feel giddy. He parted his mouth and his tongue traced along your lower lip.
A whimper caught in your throat, and blood rushed to your cheeks, the back of your neck and the tips of your ears. You pulled away with an embarrassed laugh and buried your face against your arm.
He chuckled, dropping his lips to your shoulder. He stroked a hand over your bare back, and it made you shiver. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry.” You huffed. “That was pathetic on my part.”
“I wouldn’t call it that.”
You peeked up at him, finding his gaze already on you. “What would you call it, then?”
He pursed his lips, and you wanted to kiss him all over again. “Kinda sexy.”
“Kinda?”
He leaned closer, using it as an excuse to kiss your shoulder. He lingered, “Won’t be able to stand up for a minute, let’s put it that way.”
A heavy desire settled in your very core, mouth salivating. The sudden need to have this man all over you was frankly startling.
“Maybe I won’t finish my chapter…”
He gave a breathy laugh as he watched you dogear the corner of your current page. You slipped the book into your tote and rested your head on your arms, facing him. He was resting on his elbow with his cheek against his fist, and he looked every bit the Greek God. His other hand still stroked over your back.
“Ice cream for the way home?” He suggested.
Your nod was slow, purposeful. “Maybe I’ll switch it up and have what you have.”
His gaze fogged with what you could only assume was lust. “I can get on board with that.”
You rolled onto your back and sat up, then pulled your pool dress back over your body. Harry made it to his feet, towering over you.
“Meet me by the van?” He suggested.
“Yeah. I’ll pack up.”
With a nod, he was off. He’d left his t-shirt behind, deciding to make the most of the sun. Knowing that he was roaming around half-naked broke you out in a nervous sweat. There were plenty of other men around without their tops on, but it was different with Harry. His body was recognisable.
You noticed as you packed up that your hands were shaking. You were giving yourself a headache over your back and forth between awkward and spontaneous. Yes, you’d decided to go back to the cabin, but that was before you kissed him. And you were the one that flirted with him, not the other way around. He might’ve been turned on after kissing you but he took no part in initiating things. The fear of possible rejection somewhere later down the line prompted a panic.
No.
No panicking.
This was Harry.
Harry, who you would inevitably see again and again further down the line whether things progressed between you or not. You needed to think with your rational head, not the one that fantasised everything. You’d let things take their natural course. If nothing happened, nothing happened. End of story.
Besides, you were moving out of the cabin in a couple of days to the bungalow. It would make that whole shift easier if nothing happened.
With everything collected and packed away, you made your way over to Harry who was paying for your ice cream. He handed you a cone with a mint chocolate chip scoop on the top.
“What’s that?” You asked after spotting the one he was holding.
He looked at his chocolate cone with a smirk. “We can all switch it up, you know.”
“Not the flavour, the cone.” There was an obvious difference between a normal cone and a gluten free one. Harry didn’t have a normal cone like he usually did.
He gave a passive shrug and started walking. “Maybe I’m getting attachments to your food substitutions.”
You snorted. “Seriously?”
He didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. You knew he was joking to some degree, but once again, your fantasising brain took over from your rational one. It told you he was being safe with you. If anything did happen again, like a repeat of the little kiss you’d just shared, he didn’t want to run the risk of you getting sick.
As suggestive as you’d been, the rational side struggled to believe they were his real motives.
He walked ahead of you rather than beside you. It was terrible, actually, because it gave you the perfect view of his back, amongst other things. You’d lost all interest in your ice cream, too busy fawning over the way Harry ate his. It was near pornographic. You had to take a lick of ice cream to cool yourself down.
His tanned back shone under the sun, damp with sweat, and the little curls around his neck were beginning to drip with it, too, squeezing out from under his hat. And then there were his calves, which strained every time he took a step. It didn’t help that you were walking uphill, so his muscles were working overtime.
You took another languid lick from your cone.
The cabin was in sight, but you had no interest in it. All your focus was on the man in front of you.
Harry turned around just as you were mid-lick, and your body felt limp at the sight of his chest, glistening with sweat between his pectorals. The only thing that distracted you was a cool drip making its way down your chest.
“Shit.” You hissed.
Harry was in your space in an instant. His ice cream was long gone, but that look in his eye had returned. “Making a mess?”
You nodded wordlessly. His gaze was so intense you fought to breathe properly, and it was focused on the wet line of ice cream currently making its way into your cleavage.
“I’ll get it.” He said, voice pure gravel.
His mouth lowered to your clavicle, tongue licking against your warm skin. You sucked in a breath, hypnotised when he moved lower down your chest towards your breasts. He took the smallest handful of your dress at the front and pulled it low enough for him to continue to where he wanted.
The noise you made when he passed his tongue through the top of your cleavage was just as embarrassing as the one earlier, when you’d kissed on the beach.
The soggy cone in your hand crushed between your tight grip, spilling between your fingertips and down your arm.
Harry placed strategic little pecks back up your front, oblivious to the little dilemma you were having. “Mint chocolate is still my favourite.” He said against your mouth.
“Is it?” You asked breathlessly. “There’s plenty of it.”
He gave you a perturbed look, and then did his eyes trail along your arm to the mess in your hand. You expected him to laugh, but he did no such thing.
He growled.
He wrapped an arm around your waist and brought your body flush against his. Then he took your elbow in his other hand and brought the mess closer. Because you couldn’t help yourself, you wiped some of it across his mouth and up his cheek.
“You didn’t.” His voice was so low and dangerous it had sparks lighting through random limbs.
“I did,” you whispered.
You reached up and began cleaning it off the same way he had you - with your mouth. You started on his cheek, taking your time to wipe it up as you moved along his scruff to his mouth. And when you did finally reach his mouth he was ravenous with you, the opposite of the kiss on the beach. He ate you up, tongue and all.
For a little while, you let him. He felt good on your mouth. He showed you just how much he wanted you with his tongue and the way he squeezed your body tightly to his. The need to melt into his hold and float away became your top priority.
He started towards your coated arm, but you didn’t want him eating out of your hand. Quite literally. You wanted his focus elsewhere.
You pushed him away, batting off the guilt that came from the offended look on his face. Then you made him watch as you trailed your sticky hand down your chin from your mouth, over columns of your throat to your chest. You smeared most of it off, including on your boobs.
Harry looked like he was about to combust.
“You okay?” You teased. You slipped around him, walking backwards now towards the hut.
He turned over his shoulder and followed. “Do I look okay to you?”
You knew that was his invitation to look at his crotch. You allowed your gaze to drop for just a second, taking in the outline of his erection.
Big was the first thing that came to mind.
“There are worse things to be than turned on.”
A smile flirted with the corners of his mouth. You cleaned your hand up since the majority of the mess you’d made was now making its way down your chest and between your tits. Harry watched you as if you were a brilliant movie on the silver screen. He couldn’t take his eyes off you even if he wanted to.
Your back hit one of the posts on the cabin porch, and Harry found his way back into your space. He slipped the tote bag off your shoulder and let it fall to the floor by your feet.
He took two fistfuls of your dress and tugged it. “I want this off.”
You were still cleaning your hand. You silently nodded around your fingers, and then raised both arms in the air. He shucked the dress up to your chest and then whipped it off, tossing it into one of the chairs posted outside the door.
His gaze raked up your body like a man starved.
A couple of droplets of ice cream had fallen lower and were trailing down your abdomen towards the line of your bikini. Before they could make it, Harry leaned forward and collected them onto his tongue.
Your breathing hitched, and you took your fingers back into your mouth as you watched him sponge kisses and trail licks back up your front.
You took his cap off with your free hand and dropped it in the same chair as your dress. Then you pushed your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp as he went.
As he reached the underside of your breasts, he smoothed his hands up your thighs.
A low moan came out of you in anticipation. This man was about to unravel you in ways you couldn’t possibly imagine. You’d never shied away from sex before, but this was something else. What you and Harry were doing felt different. Exciting.
Harry managed to split his attention between cleaning your chest and smoothing up your thighs. He gripped your waist with one hand, and the other slid between your legs. He started circling the pads of his fingers against your clit, over your bikini.
You’d been wet ever since your kiss on the beach and his hand was only making your desire that much heavier.
“God, Harry,” you groaned, and your back arched away from the post, “just like that.”
He breathed out against your breast, as if hearing your praise was the biggest compliment in the world.
He continued working you up between your thighs as his tongue laved over every inch of your front, wiping up the sticky mess you put there. He sucked your nipple over the fabric of your swimsuit.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” he groused, and worked deeper into your heat with his fingers.
“Take them out.” You begged.
He shook his head against your chest, roving upwards. “Not outside.”
This gentlemanly side of him was like a silent killer. He wasn’t up for exposing you in public even though you’d had no quarrel with it. You supposed he was more than well-versed with the repercussions of having your private life displayed for the world to see. It didn’t stop you from grinding on his hand, though.
He lapped up the cream on your chest and throat, until finally, finally his mouth joined yours again. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, bringing his body hard against yours. You continued to grind into his hand while rubbing your boobs against his chest. The friction you so craved was driving you wild.
“You’re unbelievable.” He groaned into your mouth.
“It’s not the first time you’ve told me that.”
He puffed a laugh through his perfect lips. “It’s still true. Except I’m saying it now as a dead man.”
You gasped at the feeling of one of his fingers trying to bury into your heat. “How so?”
“I’m at your mercy, baby.”
“Oh, God.” You whined, keeping his mouth firmly on yours. “I never thought I’d say this but I really want you to fuck me, Harry.”
“I will.” He insisted with a nip of your lips. “But I really want you to come on my hand first.”
“Fuck.” You whimpered.
You ground and ground against Harry’s fingers, focussing all of your attention on that one thing while his kisses plastered your mouth until your climax finally bubbled to the surface and exploded, straining your body in shivering tightness. You buried your face into his neck as you cried out, clinging onto him to help it subside.
He took his hand from between your legs and wrapped both arms around your waist, pulling you away from the column. When your legs weren’t complete jelly, you were already moving again, coaxing him inside.
A deep moan bubbled out of him when you reconnected your lips. He knew what you were doing and he was only too eager to join, walking you into the cabin. The door was kicked shut the second you were over the threshold.
Your hand slid down his front, fingertips tracing over the lines of his torso until you had a handful of clothed man. Harry was big. You knew that already from the brief encounter you’d had with it on arrival, but with your hands on that appendage now, you realised you might have your work cut out for you.
Harry grunted at your touch like a starved animal. It was such a deep, jarring noise it had shivers shooting all over your body, and straight back to your clit again. And you ate that noise right out of his mouth.
You tucked both hands into the waistband of his trunks and slid the garment down, falling to your knees with it. His back hit the door.
“What are you doing?”
You met his gaze, not a hint of hesitation on you. “I want you in my mouth.”
“Christ,” he hissed, “I don’t think I’ll last long if you do that.”
You smirked, gliding your hands up his thighs to wrap around his shaft. “That’s okay.”
“But I want to shag you.”
“I have every intention of doing that, too.”
“Might be hard if I finish in your mouth.”
You gave him a challenging raise of your brow. “You telling me you don’t have enough in you for two rounds? For a man who sings about sex as much as you do, that’s kinda disappointing.”
He knew you were goading him. He could tell by the look in your eye, that fiery glint that lived to wind him up. And it’d be a damn lie if he said he didn’t love it. Sparring with him over nothing was one thing, but to challenge his stamina? Entirely another.
He didn’t take your bait, settling with a tense jaw and a dark look in his eye. You took that as enough encouragement to continue.
You tucked your hands into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down, avoiding getting poked in the eye when it sprang free. Taking it by the base with a gentle grip at first, you studied it with a calm exterior. Your interior, however, was rioting. In me it screamed.
Never one to deny yourself of anything you wanted, you stroked his shaft a couple of times and took him in your mouth without any further delay.
“Bloody hell,” Harry swayed a little at the suddenness of it all, only finding your shoulders to steady himself on.
You started working him, both hand and mouth moving up and down the length of him because he wasn’t going to fit in just your gob, big as it was. Your tongue licked around him too, preening his hot and veiny length. Sometimes it felt wrong to call a phallus beautiful, but his really was.
You gripped the back of his thigh as you bobbed and bobbed and bobbed. If there was such a thing as ‘perfectly hairy’, Harry was it. His leg hair felt incredible in an inexplicable way, and if you weren’t turned on enough already, it was really fucking doing it for you. It turned out, a lot about this man really did it for you.
“Oh, fuck,” Harry panted, stroking your hair as an excuse to just hold your head, “that’s good, darlin’.”
Words of praise hadn’t really been your thing until that exact moment. You worked harder around him, hand and lips moving in quicker succession. You wanted him to praise you more so you’d work even harder than that. Then maybe you’d get to watch him unravel while you tasted him on your tongue for the very first time.
“Not surprised a girl with a mouth like yours knows how to use it.”
It was a backhanded compliment if you’d ever heard one, but you were going with it. You quite enjoyed that he could still find a way to drag you a little while saying nice things. Lewd nice things, but nice all the same.
You pulled back and lifted his length up, closing your mouth around his balls to suck instead. He hissed, fisting the hair at the back of your head. The sharp pain that caused only made you want him more.
You met his gaze as you sucked away at each of his balls, and he was a fucking sight - strong yet vulnerable, beautiful yet roughened. Everything he exuded in that second was a contradiction to itself and the man became more of a conundrum to you than he ever had been. You needed to ground him again. Rearrange the version of him in your head so that the one that existed outside of it became clear.
You slid the hand holding his leg upward and behind to stroke over his ass cheek. Obviously it was smooth and perky and you felt a strange kind of envy because it wasn’t fair that men always had such spectacular rear-ends.
Then you stopped sucking on his bollocks and licked up his shaft like it was better than a freaking Calippo. Hell, it was better by a staggering degree. You prayed to any ethereal entity that would listen that this wouldn’t be the last time you’d get to suck away at Harry’s girthy man-meat.
You licked up the crease on his tip, taking the dribble of pre-come with you. It melted on your tongue, and a dirty groan spilled out of you and over his shaft as it sunk back into the heat of your mouth.
You fought harder this time as you started bobbing around him. Cheeks hollowed and chin drowning in your own saliva. You took him as far as you could, into the tightness of your throat until he was the one choking. Then you rested back for a second to suck on his tip, before shoving him back down as far as he’d go.
“No, no, no,” Harry stressed, attempting to pull away.
But it was already too late, and a smug satisfaction washed over your entire being as he began to come. You gripped onto his legs to keep his cock inside your mouth. Again he only had your shoulders to keep him upright as his hips instinctively bucked in shallow movements with each wave of his release. He tasted unlike anything before. It had this addicting quality to it and part of you would be happy if he just never stopped coming.
But he did, eventually, and once he was out of your mouth you swallowed down his release and made a show of licking your lips afterward.
“Are you okay?” You asked once you could finally talk.
He looked spent already, but you weren’t going to let him give up that easily. His hair was all in his face, cheeks stained pink, and his skin was shiny in places that hadn’t been considered obscene until this very moment. Harry looked like he was about to film an advert for a new ‘fragrance for men’. Just like everyone else, whatever he was selling, you’d probably buy it.
“‘M bloody wonderful.” The way he spoke had a weightlessness to it, and you wanted to float away on it.
You rose to your feet, leaving a path of kisses up his torso as you went. Havoc wrecked up your insides as you did so. You’d had a piece of him already, but that damn body… enough to send the calmest of women to an institution.
Harry captured your mouth the second he could and absolutely ravaged you. He was all encompassing, like nothing else in the world mattered. Right then, it didn’t. Only his kisses and the hunger he gave off with them.
You found yourself with your back against the door, Harry’s body heavy against you. His weight caused your insides to light up all over again, your centre preparing for pleasure.
“Harry, I need you in me,” you spoke against his kisses, clawing at his skin to keep him closer, keep the fire in your body alive and burning.
“I need in you,” He agreed, his attack on your mouth not letting up.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
“I’m trying to remember what I did with the condoms I had in my suitcase.”
Inexplicably, you started giggling. It amused you, that this man who could seem so suave and smooth and charming could lose something like his condoms.
When your head tilted to the side, he took advantage of your exposed neck, delicately sucking his way down and back to your cleavage. He took you out of your clothes until you were completely bare, finally in matching states of undress.
“I’ve got some in my handbag,” you managed to say on a heavy pant.”
Harry growled, and the noise shot straight to your clit, “Don’t move.”
He yanked himself away from you and marched across the room to your bag, where it sat on the floor by the bed.
“Inside zip pocket,” you told him, teeth nibbling at your lower lip.
He found the strip and tore one off, then ripped it open and put it on without any form of hesitation. He took a brief second to study your nakedness, still standing with your back against the door, and then he was crowding you again, leaving you with barely room to breathe. Yet taking breath was the last thing you cared about.
“God, you’re pretty,” he sighed as he shoved his face into your neck. His lips lightly nipped and sucked away at your skin, while his hands roamed your naked body.
His dick was hard again, pressing against your stomach, and your sex was rioting with impatience. You combed your fingers through his hair, tugging every now and then on the soft curls until he shivered. He lifted your leg at the thigh and hooked it over his hip, and like he just couldn’t wait any longer, he thrust his length inside you at once.
You choked on the breath you were intaking at the sheer fullness of him, and now it was your turn to bury your face in his neck. He smelled like sea water and sweat and it made a heady, lusty scent.
He spoke your name like a prayer, “fuck. You feel… I don’t even know. Fucking marvellous.”
You gripped him tighter as he started thrusting, heavy and hard. “You’re so big, Harry.”
Your backside hit the door, and while it was a little painful and might well bruise, it actually made it all the better. You felt like an animal, matching his hip movements one by one.
It felt like he was trying to prove something, and even though he really didn’t need to, you weren’t going to tell him that. You liked this side of him - this real maleness that you hadn’t really seen from him beside his occasional pigheadedness. And it was only occasional because he only showcased it with you. With everyone else he was a god damn peach. Maybe he’d be a peach with you now, too, with less of the bravado. But you’d like to see this side of him more, where he had nothing and yet everything to prove, and a driving desire to prove it.
He was starting to pound faster and faster, grunting and groaning. Sweat rolled down his back and it was oddly stimulating. You traced your fingertips down his spine and back up, then gripped his face and brought his mouth to yours for a mind-bending snog.
If his mouth was heaven, his dick was fucking ecstasy.
Everything about him worked together to provide the ultimate pleasure and you were centimetres from falling off the damn train.
“Harry, touch my clit.” You ordered.
He growled again and it was utterly delicious. He stroked his hand from your hip to your cunt and started stroking that sensitive nub in such a stark contrast to how he was fucking into you that you reached a new level of overwhelm.
“Fuck, Harry!” You squealed.
“You are,” pant, “insatiable.”
He dropped his mouth to the top of your breast and sucked - hand, cock and mouth all moving together in sync to bring you to climax.
Stilted, you groaned at the way your orgasm washed over you like a debilitating blaze. Harry’s body held you prisoner against the door, and you knew from his shudder that he was coming too. Hard, if his teeth against your shoulder blade was any indication.
“It’s not like this,” He said after a moment of quiet.
You were boneless sandwiched between his hard front and the door. If he moved, you’d collapse. “What?”
He took your face in his hands and kissed you, slow and sweet, “It’s not like this. Ever. I feel different with you.”
A thick lump formed in your throat, and you forced it down with a swallow. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t know what he meant. You knew exactly what he meant. You were no stranger to sex, but it hadn’t ever been like that before. Something about being with Harry lit you up on the inside like a firework display on bonfire night. But for some reason, you couldn’t put that into words for him. So you did the only thing you could and kissed him back.
You wound up in the shower together, going for another round before cleaning each other up. It was more delicate than the first time. You took your time, and then when you were both spent, you finally stepped out, clean and sated.
Harry wiped you down with the towel first, taking extra care to make sure you were completely dry. Watching him care for you that way did terrible things to your insides. Especially the vital organ in your ribcage. He’d gone from carnal to tender in a matter of seconds and that familiar feeling of whiplash latched onto you again.
You clung to the sink while he towelled himself down, watching his every move. Admiring him. There was no animosity left in you to harbour towards this man. It would be a waste to do so. You’d hold onto it for someone else, someone more worthy. For now, Harry had earned something else. Something sweeter.
He took your face between his hands when he was done, appreciating you. His thumbs stroked over your cheeks. You took a gentle hold of his wrists, keeping your eyes on his.
“Don’t go to the bungalow.”
You bit your lip at his request. Knowing what you knew now, you’d have never booked it if you had any slight inkling that this might’ve happened. And by ‘this’ you obviously meant sleeping with him. Up until 2 days ago the possibility was at around 0.01%.
But you had booked it to safeguard yourself, and paid a hefty deposit. You weren’t going to get that back now.
“Don’t worry about the money, just… stay with me.” He pleaded.
“But I am worried about the money.” You admitted. “People like me have to be. I’ve already been frivolous enough trying to get here.”
“I’ll give it to you.”
“I don’t want you to.”
He frowned, and his hands fell away. You suddenly felt cold, craving his warmth and his touch again. You closed the space between you and rested your palms against his naked chest.
“I can’t just let something like that go, Harry. And I’ve never taken well to people just offering me things. Especially not money. I have to earn it. It’s not personal, I promise.”
“I just wanted to do something for you.”
“I know. But you don’t have to.”
He studied you for a moment, eyes searching your face. “What if I came with you?”
You chuckled. “Okay, keen bean. I think you need to slow down. Think about it for a minute.”
“I don’t want you to go.”
“I’m not going away.” You reminded him. “I’ll be half an hour down the road, that’s it.”
“Too far.”
You shook your head and dropped your forehead to his chest. “It’s not really.”
“I don’t want you staying somewhere alone.”
“If you weren’t here then I would’ve spent 4 weeks up here alone. With only badgers for company.”
“Compromise with me a little? Please?”
You sighed, and he wrapped himself around you so that you were cocooned in his hold.
“You go to the AirBnB, but I come with you. If you won’t let me pay for it, let me come with you.”
Knowing he wasn’t going to let it go unless you gave him something, you said, “I’ll think about it.”
~
The next three days were utter bliss.
The first day, you barely managed to get out of bed. From the moment you woke up to the second you fell asleep, Harry was on you, touching you, affecting you. It was beautiful and fulfilling and also exhausting. He wouldn’t leave you alone, but you didn’t mind. You were enjoying this side of him. You were enjoying this side of you - the one that didn’t constantly feel tense or on edge or irritated. You were happy.
The second day, you spent it in the car, just driving around the Highlands with no planned route and no destination. He held your hand tightly in his while you explored mountain passes and vast lochs and deep forests. You stopped at a roadside cafe and had quite possibly the best gluten free sandwich of your life - which you were surprised was even an option in the depths of nowhere - and then carried on to another quiet pass where you had some wildly incredible sex in the front seat of the car. It was almost midnight by the time you got home, and the shitty three-quarter bed in the cabin had never felt so comfortable. It was made all the better with Harry’s body wrapped around you.
On the third and final day, Harry had gone into full wooing mode. Every single part of the day felt like an attempt to bring you on side, whether it be staying at the cabin or allowing him to come to the bungalow with you. He started with a wake up call that involved his glorious face between your legs, followed by a fully gluten free breakfast spread. After a joint shower wherein he shagged you senseless against the tile wall from behind, he dragged you out into the perfectly mild Highland day for a hike up the nearest - small - mountain. You were back by lunchtime for a picnic by the lake and a dip in the water, with less chasing this time and more paddling. Then, after a nap in the cabin that resulted in yet more sex, he took you into the village for dinner at the nicest restaurant it had. It was no Nobu - not that you’d ever eaten there - but it was good food and perfect company.
“Are you ever going to tell me what you said to that paparazzi that followed us last week?” Harry asked when our dessert was taken away. He had a hand settled on the base of his wine glass, the candle on the table flickering so that light danced across his handsome face in odd ways. It only pronounced the sparkle in his eye.
You licked your lips, fighting off your smile. “Probably not.”
“Please? I feel like I deserve to know, given it could come back and bite me in the bum.”
You giggled at his use of the word ‘bum’. It was like his mother was in the room with you. “It won’t.”
“And how are you so certain, darling?” He leaned forward over the table, still entertained.
“Because, baby, it is literally impossible for him to do so.”
“Care to explain?” He rested his chin on a closed fist, smirking.
With a sigh, you leaned sideways and fished around in your bag until you found what you were looking for. Between your index and middle finger, you flashed the small SD card that the man had reluctantly handed over to you all those days ago.
Harry’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline. “Wow.”
“Uh-huh.”
“How’d you manage that?”
You thought back to your conversation outside the supermarket and let out a small laugh. “Er… I might have threatened to get the supermarket security involved for harassing customers, and then followed it with another threat to break his fancy camera and shove the SD card into some intimate places if he didn’t give it to me.”
Harry was staring at you like you were a mad woman. Maybe you were - you always did have a short fuse. “You said that?”
“Yes.”
He managed a blink. “You said that for me?”
“Yeah…”
He blew out a breath and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his beardy chin. “Which intimate places?”
You smiled, “Well, something that size wouldn’t have done much damage up his arsehole, would it?”
Harry grinned, shaking his head, “You’re amazing.”
“No. I just think everyone deserves a holiday without having the fucking press on their back for every second of it.”
He leaned forward again and grabbed your hand, littering it with kisses, “Amazing.”
“I’m sure you’d do the same if the roles were reversed.”
“I’d like to think I would, yes.”
Your hands tangled together in the middle of the table, and you traced the creases between them with your free hand. You took a deep breath as your thoughts rolled ahead to tomorrow and the decision you had to make. “Harry, I want to make a deal with you.”
His brow furrowed. “Okay…”
“I want to go to the bungalow tomorrow alone.” He opened his mouth to object, but you squeezed his hand and shook your head. “I arranged this time away from home so I could get away from people and out of my head for a bit. And that’s not me saying I’ve had a shit time with you - I absolutely haven’t. But I need some space. I didn’t expect you when I turned up here and I’ve been kind of derailed from all the things I wanted to do.”
“That doesn’t sound like a deal.” He argued.
“That’s because I wasn’t finished.”
Even in the glow of the candlelight it was obvious he was blushing, “Sorry.”
Your lips twitched with a smile. “That being said, I know as soon as we’re apart I know I’ll miss you. Ludicrous as that sounds, because a week ago I still kinda hated you, but it’s the truth. I will miss you. I know what you’ve been doing the past three days and I’d be a big fat liar if I said it wasn’t working.”
“No idea what you’re talking about.” He said with feigned ambivalence.
“Yeah, sure.” You rolled your eyes, but now your smile was really helpless. “Anyway. I want a week, Harry. That’s it. Just one week to myself, so I can work on my deadline and actually get something done. Because I’ll be honest, as soon as I realised you were here that night I got here, I kind of forgot I had work to do at all.”
He looked to be turning everything over in his head. “One week?”
“Yep. Just seven days. And then we can spend my last week here together and you can do whatever you want with me. Does that sound fair?”
He pursed his lips. “You go home in two weeks?”
“I do. Have the train ticket to prove it, too.”
“You can’t stay longer?”
“My life isn’t that flexible, Harry.”
“No, I know.” He took a breath, staring at our hands, still intertwined on the table. “Do you still split your time between London and home?”
“I do. Mostly home, but my place in London gets enough use. When work needs me to come into the office, it’s convenient. I’ve been fighting it for a while, but I think I might have to move to London permanently eventually. They’re discouraging working from home.”
He grunted like he disapproved of it. “Okay… I will let you have your week so we can have our week afterward. And I’m coming home with you when you have to leave.”
“Oh, you are, are you?” You asked over a laugh. “Thank you for letting me know.”
He snorted. “This is my off-season. And while I thought I’d be spending it relatively alone, and definitely not with the woman who’s hated me for fuck knows how long, it turns out I actually… quite like that woman. When she doesn’t hate me so much.”
You lean forward, “Quite like her, do you?”
“I do. Very fond might be a better way of putting it. So, if she’d let me, I’d like to spend my downtime with her before I bugger off for fuck knows how long to do my job. Especially if that means finally seeing her illusive house.”
“If you think she owns a house, you’ll be very disappointed when you get there.”
“Do you not own your home?”
“No, I own it. It’s just not a house.”
“Ah. Well, even still. If you’ll have me, I want to visit.”
“Can I visit you in London?”
“If you don’t, I’ll be offended.”
“Then… I think we’ve made our deal.”
“I think we have.” Harry grinned. “Should we go back to celebrate?”
“Celebrate?” You had to laugh, “It’s not graduation, H.”
“It kind of is. Graduation from singledom.”
Something stirred in your belly, and not in a bad way. “Oh.”
“You okay with that?”
You bit your lip and nodded. “Mhmm, I’m okay with that.”
“Good.” He pressed his lips to your hand. “I think we should fuck around with Holly and your brother, too.”
“Oo, how?”
“I have a few ideas…”
~
Four Weeks Later
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
You watched as a delighted squeal ripped out of your best friend, her hands clasped against her chest. Beautiful Holly beamed, her gaze touching on every single one of her invited surprise guests. “Oh my God!”
Your brother, ever the sap when it came to his wife - and rightly so - had organised a surprise birthday party for her 30th. You all knew, no matter how much she claimed she didn’t want anything special, that all of her favourite people in one room would mean the most to her. She’d been taken out for a birthday brunch by Harry so that you and your brother could turn their home into something fit for a party.
Streamers hung from the light fittings and curtain rails. Banners were stuck to the walls. Party poppers had burst and sailed through the air the second the front door had been opened. Everyone donned some form of ridiculous party hat. Someone had put a tiara on Holly’s head. The kitchen was piled with food and drink. All guests had been instructed to arrive at 2:30pm for Holly’s return at 3 o’clock. Harry had been placed under strict instruction not to bring her home before then if he valued his life. If Holly’s day wasn’t perfect, he’d have your brother to answer to.
Harry caught your gaze across the room while everyone else corralled the birthday girl into their embraces. It held for longer than anyone else would expect of you, and apparently your brother noticed.
“Come help me in the kitchen a second,” he tugged on your wrist.
You looked away, following him to the back of the house. You fixed yourself a drink, the first alcoholic one of the day now that the guest of honour had arrived, and sunk it in one; a reward for pulling off a surprise party for the nosiest woman on the planet. You poured another, and then one for Holly, too.
You tried to slip away into the front room, but were stopped midway by a tall, foreboding figure.
“What are you doing?” The question came out a little snappier than intended, but you blamed it on nearly spilling Holly’s drink than being practically ploughed over by a certain someone.
Harry raised an eyebrow at you. “I’ve come to get Holly a drink. That alright?”
I kept my expression neutral and held out the plastic cup. “Here you go - Holly’s drink. I’ll even let you take the credit for it.”
“I daren’t give you the satisfaction.” Harry scoffed.
“Trust me, Harry, nothing you could do would ever satisfy me.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Your brother muttered.
Harry shot him a glance as he took the cup from you, purposefully brushing his fingers against yours, “Thank you so much.”
You flipped him the bird as he stalked off and rejoined your brother at the counter preparing the food for a barbecue.
“You know, it wouldn’t kill you two to try and get on for Holly’s sake. Just for one fucking day.”
You bit your tongue and hoped it passed as ire, “It’s not my fault he’s a raging prick.”
“That’s a stretch and you know it.”
Ignoring him, you worked on slicing carrots, celery, cucumber and peppers into slices for crudités. Was it really a birthday party if there were no crudités?
The answer is no.
“Alright,” your brother called across the packed room of people, “five minutes and the food is going on! Can I have a volunteer for help with the barbecue?” Holly started to raise her hand, but he slapped it back down, “Not you, gorgeous.”
Someone coughed “Simp”, and you had to cover a laugh.
“Alright,” Holly’s dad heaved himself up and out of his favourite armchair, “I’ll help. The student needs a master, after all.”
Holly rolled her eyes, but you knew she liked it when your brother and her dad found another way to bond.
When conversations picked back up you scurried off to the bathroom for a breather. Even though it was still early, the number of people stuffing themselves into the frankly small living room had you feeling claustrophobic. It wasn’t like you to feel that way often, but the charade you were putting on was making you nervous. You never got nervous, but lying wasn’t in your armoury, because you were actually generally shit at it.
You thought of Harry and his quiet - and sometimes not-so-quiet - confidence. He pulled off the hatred with ease. He had three films and a post-credit scene as experience for that. Or maybe he wasn’t acting at all…
No. If last night’s bedroom activities were anything to go by, that couldn’t be true.
You washed your hands and splashed some water on your face to cool yourself down, and then let yourself out of the downstairs bathroom. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you found Harry on the other side of the door waiting.
“Fuck me,” you hissed.
Harry opened his mouth, no doubt with some witty retort that he’d already ‘done that’, but he was cut off by someone else stealing your attention.
Holly barrelled into you while yelling your name, dragging you away in a hug that was more like a headlock. “You are so naughty doing this! I said I didn’t want a party!”
“Yes, but look how happy you are,” You grinned at her. It took absolutely everything in you to not turn around and look at the handsome man who seemed to always linger in the right places.
“I am… I’m so happy, thank you.” She gave a content sigh. “The only thing that would make this better is if you and Harry could even just pretend to be amicable for like, five minutes.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, we’re super amicable all the time,” You said in the most blasé tone you could muster.
“Yeah right.”
“We were amicable at that dinner with your Nan.”
“That was for her sake.”
Something sharp pinched at your heart. She thought you didn’t try for her. If only she knew. But you had a part to play and you didn’t want to back out of it now. You were sticking to the plan. “I am not the problem. I’m very amenable.”
Holly frowned, the expression fraught with disapproval.
You sighed, “Sorry. Force of habit. It’s easy to blame someone you hate for your own misgivings.” Using the word hate in reference to Harry felt so wrong. Do it for the charade your brain screamed.
“Okay, enough. Maybe one day your brother and I won't have to separate you and Harry before you murder each other, but clearly today is not that day.”
Give it an hour or two and you might reconsider that statement you thought. “Yeah, maybe.”
For the next while you entertained Holly and avoided Harry while constantly throwing glances whenever you felt his presence. And you always felt his presence, as did everyone else in the room. There were clearly people here who didn’t expect him to show because they kept staring. You wished you could stare without such shame. You wished for other things, too, like to go over to wherever he was and just slip into his arms, or hold his hand, or kiss his mouth. But you did no such thing. You kept to yourself.
After the barbecue food had been eaten, your brother brought a huge cake out, homemade by your mother, with 30 candles on the top, all lit. Everyone sang Happy Birthday to Holly and watched her blow them out in three big huffs, and then it was taken inside to be cut up.
“I’m sorry it’s not gluten free, baby,” your mum sighed as slices of gooey chocolate goodness got passed around to all the guests.
“How many times have we had this conversation?” You chuckled, squeezing her into your side. “Gluten free cakes have the consistency of sawdust. They are shite. I’ll survive without cake.”
“Literally.” Ah, a rare coeliac joke.
You snorted. “Exactly.”
“Anyway,” she threw a surreptitious glance around the garden and then lowered her voice, “how long are you and Harry going to wind up your brother and Holly by pretending you still hate each other?”
“They’ll know later. Soon. It’s getting too hard considering they both just let themselves into our houses nowadays and they’re likely to catch us… in the middle of something.”
“Smart choice, poppet.”
“This is just payback for meddling.”
“Yes, but it worked out, didn’t it?”
You grunted unattractively. “Shush. We are not letting them believe they’re responsible for our relationship.”
“Are they not, though?”
“Of course not!” Alright, maybe a little. But you were never going to let them believe it.
You scanned the crowd again and caught the better half of your relationship sneaking inside. The urge to go after him and lock yourselves away in a bedroom became stifling, but somehow you refrained.
Twenty minutes later everyone was gathered around the birthday girl again and watching her open presents like it was Christmas fucking morning. You were sitting on the arm of the sofa watching her with a fond smile. Harry had tucked himself into a corner again like a fucking bat, but he wasn’t alone. He’d been talking to another girl for a while. You didn’t know her, although I recognised her from Holly and your brother’s wedding. Holly’s cousin, maybe? Anyway, she was… keen. Yep, definitely keen given her invested posture.
You tried not to give a shit, or at least pretend you didn’t. But you definitely did give a shit.
“Oo, what’s this?” Holly’s question piqued your curiosity, distracting you from staring at Harry.
You noted the envelope in her hands, unmarked, and smirked. Chancing a glance at Harry, he was already looking at you with the very same look on his face.
Holly plucked the card out and read the note inside, her intrigued expression morphing into more confusion. Glancing around the room, gaze visibly lingering on Harry, she brought the card closer to her chest so that no one else could see, and peeked at the photo you knew was taped to the inside. She pressed the card to her chest and searched the room for you, eyes narrowing into slits when she found you.
“What is it, babe?” Your brother asked, trying to peel the card off her.
She smacked his hand away, “It’s a… gift voucher.”
“What for?”
The look she gave him was conspiratorial, “I’ll tell you later.”
“Bet it’s for Lovehoney.” Someone joked, the same person who called your brother a simp earlier on.
She snapped the card shut and slipped it back into the envelope, moving onto the next gift. Her demeanour had changed considerably. Holly was decidedly less excited about her other presents now, and she kept tossing glares between you and Harry. He was clearly fighting off laughter, and you pretended to be unaffected.
When her last present was revealed and she’d said her thank yous to everyone, Holly stood and primly excused herself to the bathroom. Not thirty seconds later, you were summoned to the bedroom upstairs by a text in all capitals.
You made a quiet escape and made your way up to the room you knew your brother shared with his wife and slipped in, Harry not long behind you. Holly was standing in the middle of the room with her arms folded and a deep scowl on her face. Your brother was there too, looking perturbed.
“What’s going on?” He asked, throwing a worried glance at his wife.
“Excellent question.” Holly snapped. “I want to know the exact same thing.”
Harry shut the door behind him, and then silently handed her a stack of more photos we’d printed on Polaroids, held together with an elastic band.
Holly got straight to work sifting through the pile, your brother’s gaze fixed on them over her shoulder. There were easily 30 photos there - in the lake, on walks, sharing ice creams, sunbathing, cuddled together on the sofa, kissing. It was a lot of selfies, something Harry refused to smile for, and it only made you smile bigger and laugh harder. But it had been Harry’s idea to immortalise the beginning of your relationship on that vacation, and it had been your idea to give the photos to Holly as a birthday present, because you knew it would make her happy. Her punishment for getting involved was waiting to find out.
While they studied your loose holiday album, Harry leaned against the door and tugged you back by the belt loops on your jeans so that your back fell against his front. You melted into him like butter, shuddering when his breath fanned across the top of your head. He placed a subtle kiss to your crown.
“I fucking knew it!” Holly squealed, taking a look at the photos again.
“Knew what?” You demanded.
“I knew putting you in that cabin together would give us results.” She grinned.
“Told you.” Harry muttered.
You shook your head, folding your arms. “Unbelievable.”
“How long did it take?” She was practically vibrating, bouncing with excitement. Your brother had to put a hand on her shoulder to keep her still.
“How long did what take?”
“To realise you like each other!”
“A couple of weeks?”
She squeaked again, clapping her hands. “Can I keep these?” She waggled the pictures in front of us.
“That’s what they’re for, Hols. We’ve got our own copies.”
“Yay!”
“Holly,” Harry said sternly.
She stopped fidgeting and looked at him with a wide-eyed gaze. You’d never heard him use that tone with her before. Only you.
“Please don’t meddle with my relationships again. We figured you were the reason we were both up there at the same time, but this didn’t come without a hitch. We still bickered and said some nasty shit to each other.”
“And I whacked my head the first morning.” You huffed.
Harry ran a comforting knuckle up and down your spine. “Also we’re not letting you take responsibility for the result.”
“Yeah, but we all know it never would’ve happened if I hadn’t meddled.” She was still grinning.
You made a contradictory noise, “We don’t know anything, actually. But anyway, we have some ground rules.”
“Don’t be boring.”
“We’re not, Hols,” Harry said softly.
“What are they?” Your brother asked.
You and Harry laid down the law - that mostly involved not saying anything for a while to anyone but family so that you could enjoy your relationship without the media being nosey. You’d finally found your footing with one another, and you didn’t need tabloids and paparazzi complicating your happy medium just yet. For now, you wanted to just enjoy one another. You’d had the same conversation with your parents.
“This is your birthday present, by the way.” You whispered as the four of you trundled back downstairs.
“It’s the best birthday present I’ve ever had.” You’d genuinely never seen your best friend smile so much.
Harry reached over for a high five, and you didn’t hesitate to slap it. “Nailed it.”
“Hey,” your brother sauntered into the kitchen, “you guys want ice cream?”
You and Harry shared a look, and burst into laughter, because ever since that day outside the cabin, ice cream always ended up being used as a form of foreplay.
“No, I’m good.” Harry grinned.
“Yeah, no thanks.” You shook your head, still fighting off laughter.
“Are we missing something?” Your brother looked bewildered.
“Nothing for you to worry about.” Harry slapped his shoulder.
Later that night, when the buzz of alcohol was starting to wear off and the comfort of a sofa called to you, Harry took out the tub of mint choc chip from the freezer and spoon-fed you until you were so tired you couldn’t open your mouth.
“Tired?” He hummed.
“Shattered,” you yawned.
“You want me to put it away…?” He meant the ice cream tub.
You tilted your head all the way back to look at him, his face lit by only a warm glow of a candle. “Do you want to put it away?”
“No.”
“What do you want to do, then?”
He licked his lips and traced a pinky finger down your bare arm, “I want to lie you down on my bed and drip it down your chest, and then lick you from your throat to your thighs.”
And that’s exactly what he did.
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Okay so early my Dumas was chewing on a glowstick idk why I like the crunch and my brother tells me to stop before I krill myself and I looked him dead in the eyes and bit tf out of the glowstick breaking it and green chimalcs are just coming out of my mouth,and while I was trying to clean my mouth I was wondering what if mammon had an s/o who's very playful and he'll just find them throwing those little tiny ass demons in the air or just straigh has a fucking tea party with them
(I think their called underlings)
Idk why I'm requesting this I'm just very eepy and want to chew on a glowstick anyways have an amazing day
Ps funny pictures
HELLO!! SORRY I DIDNT RESPOND TO THIS RIGHT AWAY I NORMALLY DO I WAS SICK
also LMFAO IM CRYING I HAD TO SHOW THIS ASK TO MY FRIENDS CUZ IT WAS JUST ABSOLUTELY CRAZY, I HOPE UR OKAY PLS DONT DIGEST GLOW STICKS!!
I do absolutely love this idea though, so here u go!! I'll do HCs but if u want me to write like, a one-shot for this just leave an ask! :D
- Mammon is very playful himself, so i think thats definitely where the attraction lies between you both! He can get so serious at times, but its always easy for him to unwind when you are there, joking about and toying and laughing with him.
- You are absolutely, completely and utterly crazy but he adores it so so much.
- When the two of you first met, he thought it was an act, much like his touchy-feely friendly jester persona. He thought that you put on this entertaining personality for those around you, and it worked, clearly, as it drew him in so intently.
- SO, when he quickly found out that it wasn't an act, was he GLAD.
- You both definitely play pranks on the other sins or royals.
- Nothing too serious, it wont get you in trouble! But, a pail of water on Asmodeus' firey head is sure to get a rumble going. Honey in the pillows of Beezlebub. Just enough to have them angrily shaking their fists as the two of you giggle and laugh amonst yourselves.
- However, though he can bounce off of your playful personality well, there are moments where you catch him off guard.
- The time he caught you eating a glowstick was utterly HORRIFIC. He wasn't sure if the chemicals could hurt you the same way they did with humans on Earth, but he was NOT taking that risk.
- Que him chasing you around like a dog with chocolate.
- His underlings both love you and fear you, because how you treat them depends on your mood;
- If your happy, your playful personality will leave them joyous and replenished, a nice addition to the stressing job of serving Mammon.
- You throw tea parties for them a lot! Mammon didn't know about this for a LONG while as you mostly did it when he wasn't around, knowing his keen nature for work.
- These tea parties however aren't the fancy kind most royals would be into. The kinds that, as Mammon's partner, you're supposed to be into. No these are more like that of a mad-hatters tea party; the table is too small for you because most butler imps and hellborns are tiny. Tea is being spilt. The food is on fire. It's just absolute chaos.
- The shock on Mammon's face when he found out these things were occuring under his manors roof was something you wish you could have taken a picture of.
- But he couldn't stay angry at you.
- On the other hand, when you're upset, those poor underlings are being THROWN.
- It's not even like an accidental, in the moment thing. You just enjoy throwing them. Mammon has even bought you a few personal underlings that are specially used for throwing. He really cares about your hobbies.
- Now then... this playful personality of yours is very helpful when it comes to flustering Mammon.
- You tease him a lot, flirtatously.
- He's all bark no bite. Great at dishing out commente that'll have you flushed but so horribly bad at taking it.
- So, just one little comment; maybe mocking his accent seductively, will have him looking away all shy and meek.
- All in all, it's your playful personality that draws Mammon toward you, he loves how easy he can get along with you and how you always know how to bring a smile to his face. Being a Royal Sin is hard but knowing that you will always be there for him is what gets him through each Hellish day.
I hope you like this!!! :D feel free to leave me more reqs i rlly like them! ur my no.1 fan forreal
ps. that picture is both really funny and horrifically scary omg 😭
#mammon hb#mammon hb x reader#hb mammon#helluva boss x reader#mammon helluva boss#i love him#i need him so bad#he is so cute#and silly#i hope he has a lovely day#and i hopd you have a lovely day
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Have Your Cake And Eat It Too
Chapter Nine of the Through the Scope series | Chapter Ten
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 5.5K
Chapter Overview: Wednesday brings a date and Friday brings an unwelcome fate
TW: Oral (f&m receiving), Fingering
Notes: hey everyone !! sorry for the delay to my unofficial posting schedule ! i was battling writers block and life threw a bunch of bullshit at me this week. in better news...i got a kitten today ! my friends were fostering four kittens and I fell in love with one and now we are basically soulmates. ANYWAY... there has been a small resurgence for my One Condition (reader x Din Djarin) fic recently which has made me smile ((: i updated the tag list so let me know if i missed you/ you want to be added ! as usual...my asks are always open & happy reading <3
*no use of y/n & female presenting reader*
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Frankie’s house hasn’t been this clean since he first bought it. He isn’t a dirty man, he is probably one of the cleanest he knows if he's being honest, but suddenly everything looked dull compared to your sparkle. The chemical fumes from all of the products he is using have made him light headed. He just cracks open some of his kitchen windows and keeps on working. He has been deep in soap and suds since he got off work today at 7:30 P.M.. So far he has managed to vacuum off of the carpets and rugs, wipe down all the sinks and scrubbed the toilet (he even made sure to put the seat down), cloroxed the stove and the countertops, fluffed the couches pillows, and put fresh sheets on his bed.
Last night after his ‘work meeting’, he ran to the grocery store to pick up some ingredients for your date this Wednesday. You both decided on a quiet night in since your weeks have been surprisingly busy. Neither one of y’all had the energy to battle the busy crowds of a restaurant. He left the store with chicken, potatoes, asparagus, and some extra spices he didn’t already have. As soon as he got home that evening, he began making a marinade for the chicken so it could soak overnight. He spent his entire lunch break today sifting through dozens of different recipes on how to best prepare asparagus and calculating how much time he would have to put all the food together before you arrived tonight. When you texted him to confirm that 9:30 was still a good time for you to come over, he answered quickly saying ‘yes, but take your time closing with Benny’. He was filled with a combination of happiness and stress when you told him that Benny graciously told you that you didn’t need to help close tonight because you had a date. Damn, there goes the extra padding of time he thought he might have. He wanted to see you so badly, but he also wanted to be finished before you arrived so he wouldn't be distracted by cooking. You were the only thing that he wanted to give his undivided attention to.
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You’re practically vibrating in the front seat as you pull up to Frankie’s house. Much to your dismay, he refused to tell you what he was preparing for dinner. If you didn’t know what the two of you were eating, the option of buying a wine to pair with it was obviously out of the question. Well, when in doubt, make a chocolate chip bundt cake. Your only worry now is that he had already made something sweet. You park in his driveway like he told you and you take the cake’s carrying case from the passenger seat out of the car with you. After setting the dessert on the roof of the car, you look down at the casual dress you decided to wear. It’s comfortable and flowy which fits the warm Florida weather perfectly and the color of the fabric compliments your skin effortlessly. You didn’t want to over dress since the date is only at his house, but you still wanted to look nice for him to show that you care. Figuring that there isn’t any point in dwelling on your clothing choice since there is no time to go home and change, you pop your trunk to grab the overnight bag that you packed. Frankie not so subtly mentioned that by the time dinner was over it would be ‘too late to drive home’ and that it would be ‘much safer’ for you to spend the night. Who were you to argue with his bulletproof logic? You swing the bag over your shoulder, collect the cake, and walk yourself up to his front door. The mouth watering smells coming from inside have managed to leak their way past the door and tease you and your empty stomach. You knock with your foot as your hands are a bit occupied by what you’re currently carrying.
When he opens the door the two of you are quiet for a split second as you take each other in. His hair is on full display now with the absence of his cap. You suspect that it might have something to do with the shower he took. The ends of his curls are still damp from the water. He’s wearing jeans that you don’t think you have seen him in before and a crisp looking white henley.
“Wow.” Frankie feels exactly the way he did when he first saw your photo on Benny’s phone. “You’re beautiful.”
“You don’t clean up too badly yourself.” You blush.
He leans down and kisses you, but as he pulls away you notice that he slipped the cake carrier out of your hand.
“Hey! You don’t have to-”
“But I want to. Remember?” He gives you a playful wink before waving you inside.
If you thought it smelled good on his front stoop, there are hardly words to describe how it smells inside. The whole house is warm with the scent of cooking chicken. It’s the kind of smell that feels like it's wrapping your whole body in a hug. While restaurants are wonderful, nothing compares to homemade cooking. The two of you walk into the kitchen and you spot an electric grill on the counter with four thick chicken breasts cooking on it. As you walk further in, you see that he has two trays of food heating in the oven.
“You did all of this yourself? It looks amazing!” You say walking over to set both your purse and your overnight bag down by the couch. “Can I help with anything?”
“Uhhh,” An alarm goes off on the oven as he starts to flip the meat on the grill. “Actually, help would be great. Would you mind taking the potatoes and asparagus out of the oven for me while I handle this? I have mitts that you can use to grab them in that drawer right there.”
You locate the drawer and take out a set of oven mitts and two pot holders. The pot holders you place on the counter beside the oven so the trays will have a place to be set so they can cool. You open the oven and take each tray out carefully and set them down in their respective spots.
“Okay, what next?” You ask.
“I printed out the recipe I’m using for the asparagus. It should be over there by you.”
“You printed out the recipe?” You laugh, turning to look at the man next to you.
“What? I like to have a physical copy of things. The text on my phone is just too small to read sometimes and it's annoying that it turns off when I’m in the middle of looking at it.”
“Those aren’t bad reasons.” You confess as you pick up the paper. “Have you thought about getting glasses? You know, so you can see your phone better?”
“I don’t want to get glasses.” You have to stifle another laugh because he sounds like a grumpy child right now.
“And why is that?” You walk around him to grab the lemon in his fruit basket that the recipe calls for.
“They are going to make me look…” He mumbles the last word in the sentence so you can't hear it clearly.
“They are going to make you look what?” You press while slicing the lemon in half so you can squeeze its juice over the vegetables.
“Old.”
“Frankie!” You stop what you’re doing and face him directly. “You are not going to look ‘old’ with glasses! You aren’t even old to begin with.”
“I’m almost 45.” He counters. “Hold that plate for me, please.”
You do as he asks, but you aren’t done with this discussion. “I’m a few years shy of 30. Do you think I’m old?”
“No! Of course I don’t think that!”
“Then what’s your point? You only have a couple years on me.”
“A couple?” He raises his eyebrows.
“Shut up and finish plating the chicken will you? The bottom line is that you won’t look old. If anything you’re going to look even more handsome. I like the way glasses look on men.” You smirk.
“I’ll think about it.” He blushes. “For you.”
“Do it because you want to see, Frankie! Now help me over here.”
The two of you talk back and forth while you finish the asparagus and he prepares the baked potatoes. This is a different kind of intimacy than you are used to. The intimacy that you had come to associate with partners was skin on skin contact and hands tangled in hair, but this is seemingly more personal. You could have sex with anyone you wanted at any time you wanted, but fucking someone doesn’t make you compatible with them. You don’t have to talk during sex, like really talk. Standing shoulder to shoulder with someone while you cook and casually talk about summer vacations you each went on as children or pets you had growing up was intimacy that you didn’t know you were lacking, that you were craving. This was the kind of intimacy that you only thought lived in between the pages of a book.
“Oh my God! This is so good! I haven't eaten like this in forever!”
Dinner finally found its way to each of your plates along with a cold beer to wash it down.
“It’s just a hobby, but I’m glad you like it.” He smiles, cutting another bite of food for himself. “The guys and I sometimes take turns cooking dinner when we go over to each other's places when we watch the game or before beach trips.”
“Benny was telling me about those a few weeks ago actually! He said that y’all haven’t had one in a while because life has gotten in the way. What would you say if we went during a weekend in March? My friend Robbie, the one I told you about last weekend, is coming down to visit me then and what better way is there to introduce her to Florida?”
“That sounds really nice. It will be great to go with you, Robbie, and the guys. God knows we could all use a break.”
Speaking of the guys,” Questions that have been plaguing you since you first looked at the contents of his room swim to the tip of your tongue. “What did all of y’all do when you were in the service? Like your jobs?”
“What a question.” He reclines back in his chair. “Let’s see…Pope was the man with the plan. He was always plotting the best entry and exit point for us on missions. He was usually the one that found us the job in the first place too. Will was the one who kept us all on task and on time. I've never met another person alive who keeps track of things the way he does. He has actually kept count of every single speech he has given at the VA.” He chuckles.
“Why am I not surprised?” You love how he looks when he is discussing his friends. He’s so full of love and pride.
“Benny was the guns. We can all shoot really well, I mean that's what we were trained to do, but Benny can shoot ridiculously well.” He stops to take a sip of his beer. “We had a captain as well. His name was Tom, but he was Redfly to us. He was the one who led all of the missions we went on.”
“Is that the man in the group photo that you have in your bedroom?”
“You saw that, huh? Yeah, that’s him. He,” Frankie clears his throat. “He moved away about a year ago and unfortunately we fell out of touch. But, that's what all our jobs were.”
“And you?” You’re resting your head in the palms of your hands with the look of curiosity painted across your face. ‘What did you do?”
“I was- I was the pilot. Whatever needed to be driven or flown on a mission, I was the man to do it. Vehicles are nice, don't get me wrong, but flying? God, there isn’t anything else like it in the world.”
“What does it feel like?” Your dinner grows colder, but your heart grows warmer as he talks.
“I don’t think I can do it justice, but I’ll try. When I’m in the cockpit of a helicopter, I feel so at peace. It sounds weird to say that operating a machine that weighs tons of pounds can give me that feeling, but it's the truth. Nothing can take it away either. Not the guys yelling over the headsets that we have to wear inside, not the chaos of whatever mission we are currently on, not even the millions of beeping sounds coming from the controls. It's just me and the open sky.”
“What’s been your favorite view?” You could listen to him talk about this for hours.
“Apart from the one I currently have right now? That's going to be hard to pick.” You have to temporarily look away from him to hide how hard you’re blushing at his comment. “I would have to say it was when I was piloting a helicopter over some mountains. The mountains themselves were beautiful, but as soon as we got close enough, the sun peaked out from behind them. It made the mountains look like they had halos.”
“I would give anything to see something like that.” You say wistfully.
“I could, if you wanted, show you sometime.”
“Oh my God! Really? Frankie, are you serious? You would do that?”
“Of course I’m serious! I want you to experience it first hand.” His million dollar smile slips for a fraction of a second. “It might take me a while to get my hands on a helicopter though.”
“I don’t mind waiting.” You rest your hand over his on the table. “At the risk of sounding corny, the best things in life are always worth the wait.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” He turns his hand over so that your palms are touching. “Do you want to cut some slices of cake and curl up on the couch to watch some TV?”
He takes your squeal of excitement as a ‘yes’. You work together to pack up all of the leftovers and load the dishwasher. He tries to cut the cake himself, but you shoo him away.
“You have done enough work for one day. Let me take care of the cake at least. Why don’t you go relax on the couch and find something for us to watch?”
You cut two hearty pieces and set them on plates for the both of you. It's shocking how natural it feels to exist with him like this. There isn’t a label on what y’all have, but you don’t mind right now. All that matters is that you’re enjoying yourself and you wouldn’t want to spend your Wednesday night any other way.
“Alrighty.” You set down the plates along with two forks on the coffee table. “What did you find?”
“How do you feel about Narcos Mexico?
“I’ve been meaning to start that one actually!” You plop yourself down on the couch next to him. “Robbie and I binged Narcos when it first came out. We finished it in a matter of days. It was probably a little unhealthy now that I think about it. She had the biggest crush on Murphy, but I was partial to Peña.”
“Should I be worried?” He hits play and adjusts his arm so that it drapes over the back of the couch. His fingers are able to brush over your collarbone rhythmically.
“I wouldn’t say so.” You look up at him. “Lucky for you, I prefer the real thing over something fictional any day.”
“Lucky for me indeed.”
He takes the hand that is toying with your collarbone and uses it to gently tilt your chin up towards him. Your lips are captured by his in a kiss. Without warning a low moan comes from your throat. It had only been two days since he had touched you last, but why did it feel like a lifetime? His free hand slides up your thigh, taking the hem of your dress with it. He can feel your pulse quicken and your breath hitch when he moves your underwear to the side and starts to rub circles on you. His voice is strained and raspy when he speaks to you.
“I missed the way you felt around my fingers, mi estrella.” One of his fingers finds its way inside of you. “So tight I can barely move.”
His words have you clenching around him and gasping for air when you feel yourself stretching to allow another finger in. Your back arches off the couch as he makes contact with the spongy spot inside you.
“Do you know what you’re doing to me? I could hardly get any work done these past few days because you’re all I can think about.”
Your head falls back against the plush pillows of the couch. He presses sloppy kisses along your jawline as your mouth parts to allow shallow breaths and quiet moans to escape.
“Look at this beautiful neck.” His tongue charts a warm, slick path up it. “God, I wonder what it would look like with my hand wrapped around it?”
You stretch your neck out for him as if to silently say ‘come and find out for yourself’.
The hand that he initially used to tilt your head up comes to snuggly wrap around your throat. With each squeeze, pump of his fingers, and rub of your clit you can feel yourself start to gradually lose control.
“That’s it, pretty girl. I want you to soak my fingers.”
Even with his hand restricting your airway, your moans have gone from quiet to boisterously loud. You can hear him groaning in your ear as he watches his fingers disappear inside your wet pussy over and over again.
“That feels so fucking good.” You gasp out.
You can feel your legs starting to shake and the fire in your lower belly aching to be put out.
“Let go for me.” He whispers.
You cry out as your orgasm rips through your body. He guides you through your bliss with honeyed words.
“So fucking pretty coming all over my fingers. Such a good girl for me.”
When he reluctantly takes his fingers out of you, you grab his wrist with your hand and bring his drenched fingers to your waiting lips. You can see him watching you with lust clouded eyes from your peripheral vision as you take them in your mouth. You allow your tongue to glide across and lick them clean of the mess that you just made. After you are content with your work, you pull them from your mouth with a satisfying pop and lazily roll your head so you can face Frankie.
“It’s your turn.”
“Oh?” He’s breathing almost as hard as you are.
“I want you in my mouth next.”
“Oh.”
Without breaking eye contact, you lower yourself onto your knees and situate your body in between his legs. He scoots down deeper into the couch and opens his legs wider. His lids hang low on his eyes as he undoes his belt for you. When he’s done, you take over by unbuttoning his jeans and pulling the zipper down. Your mouth starts watering when you pull him free from his boxers. As you take him in your hand a guttural moan comes from the man in front of you. You tap the tip on your tongue a few times before wrapping your lips around it. Beads of pre come dissolve in your mouth as you begin to suck.
You take your time with him. Only taking him deeper into your hot mouth every once and a while. His hand comes up to pull your hair out of your way. His words go from slurred to unable to understand when you attach your lips to his balls. Your hand continues to pump him while you kiss and suck below the shaft. His thighs twitch and jerk with every touch you grant him. Licking a long stripe up his length, you connect your mouth to him again while your hands work in tandem. You dare to take a peek at the man coming undone above you. God, he’s breathtaking. Once perfect hair, now going every which way, sweat making his forehead shine, and plump lips being pushed out by his ragged breathing. You can feel yourself grow wet for him all over again.
“Fuck, I love the way you look with my cock in your mouth.” He fumbles out. “It feels like your mouth was made for me.”
Even with your hollowed out cheeks beginning to burn, you keep pushing yourself. You want him to feel as good as he makes you feel. When his stomach starts to heave, you know he’s close. You take him all the way down your throat. The coarse hair at his base brushes against your nose and you can feel tears trickling their way down your cheeks.
“I’m gonna come.” He speaks frantically.
You place your hands on his thighs and keep him deep inside your mouth. Immoral sounds erupt from him as he spills down your throat. You hum as you feel it going down. You pull off of him, but softly lick him clean as he lays disheveled against the cushions. He watches with intense infatuation as you use your finger to gather some of him that is left on your lower lip and push it to your tongue. You smile contently at him as he reaches down to pull you into his lap. He wastes no time tasting himself on you. In some possessive corner of his brain, he can’t help but feel like you are his now. He hasn’t said it out loud yet, but he hopes you can feel the genuine care he has for you in the way he kisses you. He hopes you can feel it in the way that he touches you.
“Let’s go to bed.” You breathe into him.
“Something tells me we won’t be getting much sleep.” He says standing with you in his arms. “I don’t mind one bit.”
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The majority of your Friday shift is spent selling tickets for the fights this evening. You were excited to attend this week's match on Frankie’s arm. Honestly, you were excited to see Will and Santi as well. Between juggling your dad and trying to see Frankie as much as possible, you hadn’t had any quality time with your other two friends.
“I have a problem.” Benny pokes his head around the brick wall that separates you from the rest of the gym. “But I think you can solve it. If you don’t kill me first that is.”
“I feel like I’m going to regret asking this, but,” You spin your chair around to face him. “What can I do for you, Benny?”
“So you know my regular ring girl? The one that has those cool purple streaks in her hair?” You nod in confirmation. “Well, she just texted me sayin’ that she has the flu.”
“You’re kidding.” You know exactly where he is going with this.
“I wish I was.” He’s now standing awkwardly in front of you. “However, like I said before, I think you can help me.”
“Are you asking me to be your ring girl for the night?”
“Please!” He has his hands clasped together as if he’s praying. “It would only be for one night! I know that you were plannin’ to hang out with the other guys, but I really need you!”
“Benny, I- I don’t even have clothes to wear.” You gesture down to your current attire. “I don’t think this would suffice.”
“That’s where I come in.” He says proudly. “My other ring girl is about the same size as you and the new outfit that I ordered for her just so happened to be delivered to my house last night.”
“You’re the one that orders the outfits?”
“Well, she technically picked it out, but I just ordered it so I could put it on the company card. So, what do you say?”
“Let me see the outfit first.”
Much to your chagrin, he heads back into his office and comes back with the package and a pair of black thigh high boots. “Go change! I’ll be waitin’ right outside for you!”
You snatch the items out of his hands and head back into the locker room. As much as you hated that so few women came to the gym, it was nice to have the whole room to yourself. You set the boots on the ground and tear open the package. The top is an extremely high cropped white collared shirt that ties in the front and the skirt is pleated with a red and black checkered pattern. You can’t do anything else but laugh when you finally pull the fishnets out. The things you do for friends.
“Okay! I’m coming out!”
Benny can hear you before he sees you. Your new heeled boots echo throughout the locker room as you exit.
“God damn.” He lets out a low whistle. “Fish is one lucky man.”
“I feel like Britney Spears in her ‘...Baby One More Time’ music video.” You rest your hands on your hips.
The skirt's short length is accentuated by the fishnets and how tall the boots go up on your thighs. The shirt’s tie sits above your belly button. This whole look leaves very little to the imagination.
“Well, I think you look great!”
“It’s not too much?” You twirl to give him a 360 view. “It’s kinda fun to wear.”
“See?! I promise it’s just for tonight, unless you want to give it another go?”
“Let’s just take it one week at a time, okay?”
“I can live with that.”
He starts to head to the front desk when the doorbell chimes out, but you call after him.
“Benny?”
“What’s up?”
“Can you- I don’t really know how to ask this- can you watch me tonight? Like make sure no one tries to bother me?”
His face softens at your request. You know that he understands who you’re talking about. “I promise that the guys and I won’t let anythin’ happen to you. You’re our girl and we’ll watch you like a hawk.”
“That means a lot to me.”
You hurry yourself back into the sanctuary of the women's side of the locker room before you give the guest waiting at the front desk a preview. Before you take your new outfit off you take a picture of yourself and send it to Robbie. She responds by firing off multiple messages that should never be allowed to see the light of day. Robbie always had a unique way of making your ego flair up. Armed with your newly gassed up confidence, you send the picture to Frankie. He responds almost instantly.
Frankie: What are you wearing?
You: What? You don’t like it?
Frankie: I never said that.
You: Benny’s usual ring girl is sick. You’re looking at Brass Knuckles ring girl for the evening.
Frankie: I’m looking alright. I hope Benny knows that he’s not getting that outfit back after tonight.
You: And why is that?
Frankie: Because I’m going to tear it off of you piece by piece. There won’t be an outfit to give back.
You rub your thighs together anxiously as you see another text bubble pop up.
Frankie: How am I supposed to focus for the next few hours with this photo of you living in my head?
You: You better figure it out because if you don’t, you will be to busy playing catch up to fuck me after the fights.
Frankie: You’re going to be the death of me, you know that?
You: I know (:
Giggling to yourself, you change quickly so you can resume desk duty. Hopefully you can stay focused for the rest of the day despite Frankie’s words swimming around in your mind.
***
You and Benny see the guys pull into the parking lot in their respective cars 15 minutes after closing.
“Would you look at that? They actually got here on time to help.” Benny hums as he throws the last of the dirty towels into the basket.
“I’m gonna go say ‘hi’!” You shout over your shoulder, already darting towards the front.
You bust out the door right as the group of three are walking across the middle of the parking lot.
“Hey Will! Hey Pope!” You rush out as you make a beeline for the man in the center.
You leap into his arms and wrap your legs around him while snuggling your face into the crook of his neck. His exuberant laugh reverberates through your whole body as he clutches onto you. If it were anyone else, you would feel foolish for greeting them like this. But it just feels so right to be held in his arms. It doesn’t matter where you are. You feel him let out a heavy sigh into your hair as he cups the back of your head with his hand.
“What the fuck are we? Chopped liver?” Pope jokes.
“I totally greeted you, you whiny baby.” You laugh, face still hidden from the world.
“Who are you calling a ‘whiny baby’?”
You turn to face him, already knowing that he has his hands on his hips. “You!”
“You hearing this shit?” He turns to Will who has been silently snickering.
“Every word of it, Pope.” Will comes up and pats you on the back. “Good to see you, hon.”
“You’re going to let her talk to your best friend like that, Catfish?” Pope pouts.
Frankie carefully sets you down and readjusts his cap. “I couldn’t control her even if I tried.” He shrugs.
“Come on, Pope.” You lightly push him in the shoulder. “You know I love ya’.”
Before he gets a chance to respond, a car pulls into the lot extremely fast. Frankie quickly scoops you up and moves over to the side of the parking lot that is closest to Brass Knuckles. You didn’t even have time to process what had just happened, yet the rest of them reacted just as quickly as Frankie did.
“What kind of idiot drives like that?” You say, trying to get your bearings as you feel your feet touch asphalt again.
“The kind of idiot with a bone to pick.” Pope mutters.
When you look around, all three of them are watching the car park in a spot that's a few spaces down from theirs. Nervousness starts to rear its ugly head when you see them all exchange quick glances, followed by nods of their heads. Will is the first to break the silence.
“Why don’t we go inside?” His eyes look like they are pleading with you. “You can show me what still needs to be set up before people start arrivin’ tonight, huh?”
“Wait, what?”
“That sounds like a good idea.” Frankie confirms, his gaze still fixed on the now unmoving car. He doesn’t sound like himself. “Take her inside.”
“Frankie? What’s going on?”
He must have heard the quiver in your voice because he turns his attention to you. “I’ll be there in 5 minutes. I just need to take care of something first, okay? Everything is fine.”
“Let's go, hermosa.” You feel Pope's hand come to rest softly on your shoulder. “Please.” He whispers in your ear.
You have never seen any of them act like this. It’s causing your stomach to turn violently. Three of the toughest men you have ever met getting skittish doesn’t sit right with you.
“Al-alright.” Pope pushes your body towards the door, but your eyes stay on Frankie. “I’ll be right inside if you need me.”
“I know, estrella.” A car door slams hard somewhere in front of y’all and his face hardens. “Get her the fuck inside the gym.”
For the third time in a matter of a few minutes you’re being carried. This time it is compliments of Will. Before you know it, you’re being ushered inside and taken back into the gym. Neither Will nor Pope stop until they approach Benny who is in the middle of cleaning the heavy bags.
***
The only thing that matters to Frankie is that you’re away from the catastrophe that he knew was about to ensue. He steels his emotions as he watches her round her car from the driver's side. With how quickly she is marching there should have been flames kicking up behind her.
“Francisco fucking Morales!” She screeches. “We need to talk!”
He starts walking towards her. “Yes, Rochelle. We do.”
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South of Ukraine after Russia's terrorist act of blowing up the dam on one of the largest rivers in Europe:
(btw people in Odesa region today have been finding and seeing houses roofs and cars drifting on THE BLACK SEA!🤯 That's hundreds of kilometers from the flooded towns on the Dnipro River - the water must be moving so fast that the debris has already been carried to the sea. Besides human casualties and desrupted livelihoods... do you understand THE SCALE of the DAMAGE TO THE SEA- the ecology of it and the sea residents, fish, dolphins.... Like, we all have all kinds of dangerous chemicals in our houses - for cleaning, for our cars, for skin-care.
The flooded region - like any other human living region - had different types of factories, car maintenance shops, oil and gas stations, apothecaries, etc. etc.... ALL OF IT IS BEING CARIED THROUGH THE RIVER TO THE SEA😢😢😢 Plastic in seas?🤣 HOW ABOUT HUNDREDS OF WHOLE SUPERMARKERTS WORTH OF IT OF A WHOLE HUGE REGION being currently carried to it?🥲 The scale of the damage Russia did is unimaginable and can be compared in the effects on nature to a nuclear strike. I wonder what the president of Turkey who constantly helps Putin thinks about that, seeing as Turkey also has shore on the Black Sea. And don't think it's just the East Europe problem. All waters of the planet are connected. All of this pollution - the debris, huge amounts of plastic, the hundreds of types of chemicals and heavy metals, the oil - will all first be carried by the streams to the Mediterranean Sea, then to the Atlantic Ocean, and then will spread through the whole planet!)
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What Is The Main Ingredient of WD-40?
Before you read to the end, does anybody know what the main ingredient of WD-40?
No Cheating.....
WD-40 ~ Who knew!
I had a neighbour who bought a new pickup.
I got up very early one Sunday morning and saw that someone had spray
painted red all around the sides of this beige truck (for some unknown
reason).
I went over, woke him up, and told him the bad news.
He was very upset and was trying to figure out what to do ....
probably nothing until Monday morning, since nothing was open.
Another neighbour came out and told him to get his WD-40 and clean it off.
It removed the unwanted paint beautifully and did not harm his paint
job that was on the truck. I was impressed!
WD-40 who knew?
"Water Displacement #40".
The product began from a search for a rust preventative solvent and
degreaser to protect missile parts.
WD-40 was created in 1953, by three technicians at the San Diego
Rocket Chemical Company.
Its name comes from the project that was to find a 'Water
Displacement' Compound.
They were finally successful for a formulation, with their fortieth
attempt, thus WD-40. The 'Convair Company' bought it in bulk to
protect their atlas missile parts.
Ken East (one of the original founders) says there is nothing in WD-40
that would hurt you.
When you read the 'shower door' part, try it. It's the first thing
that has ever cleaned that spotty shower door. If yours is plastic,
it works just as well as on glass. It's a miracle!
Then try it on your stove-top.
It's now shinier than it's ever been.
You'll be amazed.
WD-40 Uses:
1. Protects silver from tarnishing.
2. Removes road tar and grime from cars.
3. Cleans and lubricates guitar strings.
4. Gives floor that 'just-waxed' sheen without making them slippery.
5. Keeps the flies off of Cows, Horses, and other Farm Critters.
6. Restores and cleans chalkboards.
7. Removes lipstick stains.
8. Loosens stubborn zippers.
9. Untangles jewellery chains.
10. Removes stains from stainless steel sinks.
11. Removes dirt and grime from the barbecue grill.
12. Keeps ceramic/terracotta garden pots from oxidising.
13. Removes tomato stains from clothing.
14. Keeps glass shower doors free of water spots.
15. Camouflages scratches in ceramic and marble floors.
16. Keeps scissors working smoothly.
17. Lubricates noisy door hinges on both home and vehicles doors.
18. It removes that nasty tar and scuff marks from the kitchen
flooring. It doesn't seem to harm the finish and you won't have to
scrub nearly as hard to get them off. Just remember to open some
windows if you have a lot of marks.
19. Remove those nasty bug guts that will eat away the finish
on your car if not removed quickly!
20. Gives a children's playground gym slide a shine for a super fast slide.
21. Lubricates gearshift and mower deck lever for ease of handling on
riding mowers.
22. Rids kids rocking chair and swings of squeaky noises.
23. Lubricates tracks in sticking home windows and makes them easier to open.
24. Spraying an umbrella stem makes it easier to open and close.
25. Restores and cleans padded leather dashboards in vehicles, as well
as vinyl bumpers.
26. Restores and cleans roof racks on vehicles.
27. Lubricates and stops squeaks in electric fans.
28. Lubricates wheel sprockets on tricycles, wagons and bicycles for
easy handling.
29. Lubricates fan belts on washers and dryers and keeps them running smoothly.
30. Keeps rust from forming on saws and saw blades, and other tools.
31. Removes grease splatters from stove-tops.
32. Keeps bathroom mirror from fogging.
33. Lubricates prosthetic limbs.
34. Keeps pigeons off the balcony (they hate the smell).
35. Removes all traces of duct tape.
36. Folks even spray it on their arms, hands, and knees to relieve
arthritis pain.
37. Florida 's favourite use is: 'cleans and removes love bugs from
grills and bumpers.'
38. The favourite use in the state of New York , it protects the Statue
of Liberty from the elements.
39. WD-40 attracts fish. Spray a little on live bait or lures and you
will be catching the big one in no time. Also, it's a lot cheaper than
the chemical attractants that are made for just that purpose. Keep
in mind though, using some chemical laced baits or lures for fishing
are not allowed in some states.
40. Use it for fire ant bites. It takes the sting away immediately and
stops the itch.
41. It is great for removing crayon from walls. Spray it on the marks
and wipe with a clean rag.
42. Also, if you've discovered that your teenage daughter has washed
and dried a tube of lipstick with a load of laundry, saturate the
lipstick spots with WD-40 and rewash. Presto! The lipstick is gone!
43. If you spray it inside a wet distributor cap, it will displace the
moisture, allowing the engine to start.
My discovery, Ants don't like it..................
P.S.
As for that Basic, Main Ingredient.......
Well.... it's FISH OIL....
Now This Is Definitely Worth SHARING!!
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Taylor Swift and Alcoholic Beverages
‘Taylor Swift’
(no alcoholic beverages)
'Fearless (Taylor’s Version)’
(no alcoholic beverages))
'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)’
(no alcoholic beverages)
'Red (Taylor’s Version)’
(no alcoholic beverages)
'1989 (Taylor’s Version)’
Clean: You’re still all over me like a wine-stained dress I can’t wear anymore
'reputation’
End Game: It’s like your eyes are liquor, it’s like your body is gold
Delicate: We can’t make any promises, now can we, babe, but you can make me a drink
Gorgeous: Whiskey on ice, Sunset and Vine, you’ve ruined my life by not being mine
Getaway Car: I knew it from the first old fashioned, we were cursed
King Of My Heart: Up on the roof with a schoolgirl crush, drinking beer out of plastic cups
Dress: I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk
This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things: Everyone swimming in a champagne sea
'Lover’
Paper Rings: The wine is cold like the shoulder that I gave you in the street
Cornelia Street: We were in the backseat, drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar
Death By A Thousand Cuts: My time, my wine, my spirit, my trust, trying to find a part of my you didn’t take up
London Boy: And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey
False God: Make confessions and we’re begging for forgiveness, got the wine for you
You Need To Calm Down: You are somebody that I don’t know, but you’re taking shots at me like it’s Patrón
'folklore’
the 1: Rosé flowing with your chosen family
the last great american dynasty: Filled the pool with champagne and swam with the big names
august: August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'cause you were never mine
this is me trying: Pouring out my heart to a stranger but I didn’t pour the whiskey
'evermore’
willow: Lost in your current like a priceless wine
champagne problems: Left you out there standing crestfallen on the landing, champagne problems
champagne problems: Your heart was glass, I dropped it, champagne problems
champagne problems: Dom Pérignon, you brought it, no crowd of friends applauded
champagne problems: Your hometown skeptics called it, champagne problems
champagne problems: And I couldn’t give a reason, champagne problems
champagne problems: Never leave you standing crestfallen on the landing with champagne problems
champagne problems: You won’t remember all my champagne problems
no body, no crime: We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine
no body, no crime: She says, “That ain’t my merlot on his mouth”
ivy: Or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become, and drink my husband’s wine
closure: I’m fine with my spite and my tears and my beers and my candles
'Midnights’
Maroon: You say, “Your roommate’s cheap-ass screw-top rosé, that’s how”
Maroon: The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me
Question…?: It was one drink after another
Mastermind: I’m the wind in our free-flowing sails and the liquor in our cocktails
Paris: Stumble down pretend alleyways, cheap wine, make believe it’s champagne
Paris: ‘Cause we were somewhere else, in an alleyway, drinking champagne
Dear Reader: I prefer hiding in plain sight, my fourth drink in my hand
'The Tortured Poets Department’
But Daddy I Love Him: All the wine moms are still holding out, but fuck them, it's over
Florida!!!: Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine
The Alchemy: These chemicals hit me like white wine
The Alchemy: Beer sticking to the floor, cheers chanted 'cause they said there was no chance trying to be the greatest in the league
imgonnagetyouback: Standing at the bar like something's funny, bubbly
I Look in People's Windows: They have their friends over to drink nice wine
Other Songs written by Taylor
(no alcoholic beverages)
Official Alternate Releases
Maroon (Clean Version): You say, “Your roommate’s cheapest screw-top rosé, that’s how”
But Daddy I Love Him (Clean Version): All the wine moms are still holding out, but it's over
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The Triple Threat for Perfect Tiles Exploring Tile Cleaners Spacers and Grout
Tiles are an integral part of any well-designed space, be it residential or commercial. They offer durability, aesthetic appeal, and versatility, making them a popular choice for flooring, walls, and even backsplashes. However, achieving that perfect tile installation requires more than just selecting the right tiles. It involves paying attention to crucial elements like tile cleaners, spacers, and grout. In this comprehensive guide, we will delve into these essential components and explore how they contribute to the flawless beauty of your tiled surfaces.
The Importance of Tile Cleaners
Tile cleaners play a vital role in maintaining the longevity and appearance of your tiles. Over time, dirt, grime, and stains can accumulate on the tile surfaces, dulling their shine and diminishing their visual impact. Using an effective tile cleaner is crucial to restore the tiles' sparkle and keep them looking their best.
When searching for tile cleaners, look for products that are specifically designed for your tile type. Different tiles require different cleaning methods and formulas, so it's essential to choose a cleaner that is compatible with your tile material, whether it's ceramic, porcelain, natural stone, or any other type. Additionally, opt for environmentally friendly and non-toxic cleaners to ensure the safety of both your tiles and your health.
Tile Grout: The Unsung Hero
While tile cleaners enhance the appearance of the tiles, grout is the unsung hero that holds the entire tile installation together. Grout not only fills the gaps between the tiles but also provides stability, prevents moisture penetration, and protects against cracks or shifting.
To find the best tile grout at the best price in India, it's crucial to consider the specific requirements of your project. Factors such as tile size, joint width, and the environment in which the tiles will be installed all influence the choice of grout. Manufacturers in India offer a wide range of grout options, including epoxy grout, cement-based grout, and color-enhancing grout. It's important to select the right grout that suits your aesthetic preferences and functional needs.
Tile Spacers for Precision
Achieving a professional-looking tile installation requires precise alignment and spacing. This is where tile spacers come into play. These small, often overlooked tools ensure consistent spacing between tiles, resulting in a uniform and visually appealing finished look.
Tile spacer manufacturers in India offer a variety of spacer options to accommodate different tile sizes and joint widths. By using tile spacers, you can achieve symmetrical lines, equal spacing, and a seamless appearance. This attention to detail enhances the overall aesthetic value of your tiled surfaces and makes them stand out.
The Quest for the Best Tile Adhesive
To complete the trifecta of perfect tiles, we cannot overlook the importance of choosing the best tile adhesive. Tile adhesives ensure the tiles adhere firmly to the substrate, providing stability, strength, and long-lasting durability. With the right adhesive, you can avoid issues such as tile slippage, dislodgment, or premature damage.
In India, numerous manufacturers offer a wide range of tile adhesives to suit various tile types and installation conditions. When selecting a tile adhesive, consider factors such as tile material, surface preparation, and environmental conditions like temperature and humidity. Choose an adhesive that guarantees a strong bond, easy application, and compatibility with your tile and substrate.
Enhance Your Tiling Journey
In conclusion, achieving the perfect tile installation involves a triple-threat approach. By utilizing high-quality tile cleaners, selecting the right tile grout, and utilizing tile spacers for precision, you can create stunning tiled surfaces that elevate the beauty of any space. Remember to choose products from reputable manufacturers in India, ensuring the best quality and performance.
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