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ceo sugar daddy!harry x reader - a check-in for The Arrangement

Summary: Based loosely on this request. Harry brings Y/n to his home and Romy returns at a very bad time.

A/n: This story takes place before Harry and Romy have split. A sort of back-in-time check-in from when Harry & Y/n are still keeping everything on the down low.

Warning: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, cheating, angst, spit/saliva, being overheard having sex

Word Count: 6,220

The Arrangement Masterlist

She was still getting used to the arrangement she had with Harry. Seeing him in the office Monday through Friday and needing to keep everything on the down low was difficult.

And when Romy came into the office that afternoon, Y/n caught sight of her with Harry in his office as he’d left the door open. Their discussion was heated, or at least it appeared that way. As Romy was leaving she gave Y/n a look that felt like she knew something. It felt like somehow Romy knew the secret and the look was a warning.

But of course, Y/n was just being paranoid. The only way for Romy to know was if Harry had told her and she knew he wouldn’t have done that. Romy was aware he was seeing someone for his needs. She just had no idea it was Y/n.

That was just one example of how things were difficult. Because she was no good at lying. No good at hiding the feelings on her face.

Harry noticed the faraway look on Y/n’s when he walked past her desk. She seemed to be deep in thought about something. Normally when he walked by he was the one trying to keep a straight face and Y/n was a shy little purring kitten hoping for him to glance at her just once.

“What’s wrong?” He leaned over her desk and looked down at her.

Y/n was struck out of her thoughts when she heard Harry’s quiet voice.

“Oh! I was just thinking about something. Nothing’s wrong,” she blinked her eyes and then bit her lip to keep her mouth from grinning as wide as she wanted.

He’d done some very inappropriate things to her in private that made her insides melt and her muscles ache for days and yet she still couldn’t get over how giddy she felt when he spoke to her in the office.

“You sure?”

She nodded, “Yeah. I’m sure, sir.” She nodded.

“This is cute,” Harry spoke quietly as he let his eyes travel over her outfit before looking back up to her.

Her ears got warm and her heart pounded wildly at the compliment. Of course, she was wearing something he’d bought her. She loved the soft silk and wool fabric and the fit of the Magda Butrym dress.

“Uh… thank you, Mr. Styles.”

She watched him walk off in a confident stride as she sighed.

A text came an hour later after Harry had finished up a meeting he’d been in.

You’ll come back to my place with me tonight.

She blinked her eyes and grinned at the words for a moment before responding.

Yes, sir.

.           .           .

She’d been to his house before but not like this. Harry told her that Romy was gone for the night and he wanted company from Y/n. But he also wanted to have her in the bed he shared with Romy, though he kept that part to himself. It was kind of a sick fantasy but Romy was more and more withdrawn and Harry couldn’t stop from imagining his sweet girl spread out and dripping all over his marital bed. Felt kind of like a satisfying fuck you to his wife who he was growing sick of looking at.

Harry started dinner right away and Y/n immediately got to work helping him chop and pull ingredients from the fridge.

“What have you been eating lately? Looking a bit thin, Y/n,” Harry said as he pinched her bottom, the silk dress bunching under his forefinger and thumb.

She giggled and then shrugged with a grin, “I don’t know. Pop tarts. Turkey bacon, you know the kind that’s already cooked? Umm… those frozen Schwan’s dinners, I like the veggie lasagna one. Bananas?”

Harry sighed and put his hands on the back of Y/n’s hips, standing behind her, “I’m gonna need to start feeding you properly too aren’t I?” He kissed her temple, “First you need me to dress you and pay all your bills, then you need me to fuck you properly, and now you need me to feed you all your meals too? My poor little helpless thing. Needs Daddy for everything doesn’t she?”

Y/n closed her eyes and stopped cutting the garlic as she felt Harry’s warm lips travel down from her temple to her cheekbone, and the bottom of her chin as she nodded, “I… I mean… I guess maybe. But…”

“Shh, shh…” Harry shushed her, “Don’t overthink, baby. I’m gonna take care of you.”

Y/n was squirmy when they sat at the dinner table to eat. Harry kept the conversation going as they ate but he could tell she was heated and starting to liquefy under his watchful gaze. He loved how pliant and open she got for him. He barely had to do a thing to get her squirming and needy for him.

When their plates were nearly emptied and Harry noticed Y/n’s blown-out pupils he chuckled lowly and got up from his seat, holding a hand out to her, “Up you get. Let’s take care of you. I can see you need me, baby.”

She didn’t know how he did it. No one had her like he did. She’d get shaky with excitement and need from nothing but a mere conversation with him. It was embarrassing. Pathetic. But she wouldn’t have it any other way. There was something about the way he looked at her. Like she was his dinner. His prey. Like he owned her. She loved it. She wanted to be owned by him.

Harry led her up to his bedroom and she went with him in silence. She wouldn’t protest about what she figured was coming once he closed the door and then began to unzip her dress from behind.

She liked the idea of doing it, there. In his bedroom. The one he shared with his wife. It made her feel powerful. Dirty, but powerful.

Harry kissed the top of her spine as he moved her hair to the side and her dress slid down her body and pooled onto the floor at her feet. She was already imagining the way his big cock would stretch her out and destroy her insides. She craved it.

“I like these too,” Harry spoke in a low seductive tone as he plucked at the lacy fabric of her panties.

She mewled at his touch and the way his lips found her neck. He was still standing behind her as he brought his hands up and cupped each breast in his palms. She’d gone sans a bra that day because the dress wouldn’t allow it. Maybe a bit risky for the office but Harry always told her not to worry about what others thought. If they were staring at her tits so hard they could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra that was on them and nothing to be ashamed of.

Suddenly he grabbed her hip and she felt the quick pop and then sting of his palm on her bottom. She gasped as he pushed her forward toward his bed, “Bend over.”

She did so quickly as she smushed her cheek into the mattress and felt the next swat to her other side. A few more spanks to each side as she bit her lip and moaned had him laughing darkly as he bent over her, “There we are. A good spanking for not feeding yourself properly.”

She was pulled up by her elbows and then turned to face him, “There’s that pretty face. Love this,” he put his thumb to the skin under her eye and wiped a tear that had broken free.

“Now, undress me.”

It was a normal part of their foreplay. Harry would have her undress him. Sometimes he’d keep most of his clothes on and just have his cock out so she could suck it or he could use it to fuck her, but most of the time he liked to be without clothes when it came down to it. Less messy that way.

Y/n began by unbuttoning his shirt and Harry watched her with a devilish smirk on his face. Once she’d gotten the last one undone he shrugged the material off himself and gestured for her to get to work on everything he had on below the waist.

Dropping to her knees she looked up at him and undid his belt then opened his pants up before pulling the nice fabric down his legs and to the floor. Harry kicked the pants off and watched as his girl pulled his briefs down slowly. He loved watching her face every time his cock was exposed to her.

She’d suck in a sharp breath and lick her lips and drag her pupils up and down his shaft and rove the deep pink tip with her gaze like he was a delicacy.

“You can kiss it if you want.”

She let out a sigh of relief and hastily ran her lips along his smooth skin and let her tongue lather him in saliva continuing to peek up at him as she went. He gently wound his fingers into her hair and began guiding her mouth downward toward his balls, “Kiss.”

With his cock hung heavy over her face and her hands politely in her lap, her lips pecked along his scrotum and she drooled over his sac as she closed her eyes. She worked her tongue on him slowly, making out with his balls as if she were kissing his lips and he groaned deeply. The girl was good. She was so good and he didn’t know what he was going to do with her. Romy could never give him what Y/n could.

Harry began to pant and Y/n grinned to herself as she kept smoothing her lips over his flesh, her pink tongue laving him with dampness.

“Fuck, little girl. That mouth is so good,” he pulled her hair to move her away from him. She wished she could stroke his cock and feel him in her hand but she knew she had to wait for his instruction to touch.

“Lie down on your back for me, ass at the edge of the bed,” Harry spoke as Y/n quickly stood and positioned herself at the edge of the bed per his instructions.

He pulled her little ruined panties down her legs and grinned at her, “A mess as always.”

Harry pushed her thighs toward her chest, knees pressing into her breasts when she felt the first flick of his tongue at the crease of her labia, just next to her pussy. Then to the other side, “Mmm… this cunt is never dry for me. Always such a treat,” the plunge of his fingers into her entrance had her moaning and grasping at the comforter tightly.

But when she felt his mouth finally slurping and kissing at her clit she whined loudly and let out a breathy wail. Harry laughed as he continued his task.

Long fingers pumping in and out and Harry’s skilled mouth pulling at her clit had her boiling and groaning. He kept her held down tight as she rocked her hips out of instinct. Her wet pussy being fingered and sucked was loud in the room.

“Daddy! Please!” She nearly shouted her words when he pulled his fingers from her and stood up with his cock in his palm.

“I’m just getting started with you sweet girl. Gonna fuck you and then we’re going clean up the kitchen, and then I’m gonna put that pretty leash on you. Maybe have your nipples clothes pinned while you wear a new gift I bought for your ass.”

“A new plug?”

Harry nodded, “Yes. I’ve been thinking about how pretty you’ll look in it all day long,” he thumped his wide cock over her pussy, “Can’t wait to put it in you and see what you think. But right now, you ready for Daddy’s cock, angel?”

She barely even nodded before he was pinning her to the bed with his cock stuffed to the hilt inside of her.

He let out a pitiful moan when he finally felt her on him. It’d been almost a week since he’d last fucked her and he could hardly wait to be inside of her. It was why he couldn’t be bothered to clean up the kitchen before he brought her to his bedroom. He needed to take care of her and himself before cleaning up. He needed her.

Keeping her knees pressed into her chest with his hands holding the insides of her knees down he dragged himself in and out, pressing into her until she was being rocked upward from the force.

She smiled in relief and moaned at each drive of his cock, “Yes, Daddy! Yes…”

“Like it when I fuck you, baby? Like my cock slipping inside you deep?”

“Fuck yes! I love your cock, Daddy!”

She was his good girl. There was no question about that. Loved being told what to do, what to wear, what to say, when to get wet, and loved being fucked by his big cock. Loved choking on it. Loved being gagged and tied up, stuffed with toys.

Harry just wanted to get them off quickly because he’d been so hard up for her all day it hurt. Imagining just this. His cock inside of her, spreading her out, watching her pussy grip him and slather him in her arousal.

The sound of a door closing and then Romy calling out for Harry had him halting the movement of his hips, “Fuck,” he whispered his words as his chest heaved.

He had to think quickly. Obviously, Romy would know someone was there with him. The kitchen was a mess and Y/n’s nice purse was on the entryway table. Even though he wasn’t allowed to bring his “girlfriend” to their home he’d have to deal with the consequences of that with Romy. But she couldn’t know it was Y/n because that would be a whole other can of worms he didn’t want to open.

“Up. We need to get you to the guest room. I can’t have Romy seeing you.”

Y/n quickly hopped off the bed and pulled her dress from the floor to cover her naked body as Harry led her to the hallway and pointed to the door at the end, “There. Go inside and close the door.”

He pulled his pants up his legs just as Romy was walking into the bedroom, “Who’s here?”

She looked around the room and saw the panties on the floor next to his boxers and the way the bed was mussed from what they’d just been doing. It was clear what was going on.

“It’s the woman. From the service,” he lied with a shrug, “I thought you were gonna be out. I didn’t mean for you to–“

“You cooked her dinner? And brought her to our bedroom, Harry? Where is she?”

“I had her go into the other room. I don’t think you should have any contact with her. That’s part of what we agreed.”

“Your dick is even still hard, Jesus. Were you two just…” She shook her head and paced into the room, “And yeah, that was the agreement but you’ve brought her into our home and that was something we said you wouldn’t do. She could walk off with something expensive for all you know!”

“She won’t. I’m sorry. It was just… She made a house call. It was easier this way.”

“I bet it was. Couldn’t even be bothered to clean up the kitchen.”

“I was going to get to it after. Why are you home anyway?” “I missed the train. The next one’s coming in an hour so I figured I’d come home and grab a few things I meant to bring for the trip but realized I forgot. So I’ll be home for a bit. You gonna have her leave?” Romy raised a brow at Harry.

He was a little surprised she wasn’t angrier. He couldn’t understand why she was so calm. Yes, she seemed upset but not as upset as he thought she’d be.

“No… we weren’t done.” Harry clenched his jaw. It felt strange talking to his wife about this. He kept his eyes on her as she looked down at his erection covered by his pants. He cleared his throat and continued, “Plus I don’t want her feeling embarrassed and leaving right in front of you. I’ll wait til you're gone before I send her home.”

Romy nodded and looked behind her at the door to their bedroom. “Is she in there? The guest room?”

“Yes. Will you be upset if I go in there with her while you’re here?”

She scoffed and shook her head as she walked past Harry toward their closet, “Clearly didn’t get yourself off yet. Typical that’s all you can think about in this very moment. I mean what can I say, Harry? It’s not like you listen to me anyway. You and your need to dominate every situation. Go and do whatever. You will anyway.”

And that was true. Harry wasn’t one to take no for an answer for most things.

Shrugging his shoulders he started for the door but before he passed into the hallway he turned, not wanting Romy to have the last word, “Might want to go downstairs if you’re not interested in hearing us,” he smirked and then left the room. But before he got far he heard her respond, “Oh great. Love to listen in on mediocre sex and a woman faking an orgasm for money.”

Harry swallowed as she paused. That had pissed him off. Why did she feel the need to insult whomever he was fucking? He decided to leave it and not respond, continuing down the hall and walking into the large guest room where his lover was waiting, locking the door behind him.

She’d already slid her dress back on. She was sitting at the edge of the bed with a worried look on her face.

“Hey,” he sat down next to her and pulled her into his chest, “It’s okay. She’s not gonna bother us. She’ll be gone soon. I’m sorry that happened.”

“It’s not your fault. Just scared me. I’m worried if she knows it’s me she’ll do something awful. I just don’t want any trouble.”

“You won’t have any trouble, baby. I’ll make sure of that.”

Harry began to pull at her dress, indicating he wanted it off. Y/n pulled back to look up at him, “What are you doing? Right now? With her here?”

Harry was unphased. Which wasn’t a surprise but Y/n thought for sure he’d wait until his wife left.

“She’s going to be here for another thirty minutes or so and I need you, bout to burst. Will it make you feel better if we’re quiet? Or would you rather wait?” His hands were bunching the material of her dress until her thighs were exposed. The way his warm palm and rings felt on her soft skin, slowly moving upward toward where she was still wet had her heart pounding.

“I… I don’t know. I want you to feel good but I don’t want any trouble.” She was torn. One part of her didn’t want to wait. She’d been on edge and he was so good inside of her, driving into her with the yummiest drag before they were interrupted. And she’d wet her dress with how much slick arousal she had stuck between her thighs, she was still reeling from his cock being inside of her not moments prior. But she didn’t want to do something that would hurt anyone’s feelings either.

“I told you there won’t be trouble. Do you trust me, Y/n?” Harry brought his large palm up to her neck and made her look up at him, his other hand gently slipping fingers through her labia.

“I trust you. Yes,” her puffy lips were parted as she kept her eyes on Harry’s. She loved how it felt when he had a hand around her neck but he was gentle in that moment. Using the gesture as a small reminder of his dominance over her. His ownership.

“Good girl,” he brought his lips down over hers as he pushed two fingers slowly inside of her aching cunt. “You’re my good girl aren’t you, Y/n?” Harry spoke against her lips as he began to fuck his long digits into her slowly.

She nodded, “Yes. I wanna be good for you.”

“I know you do,” he whispered as he continued kissing her between his words, “Let me take care of you. Be my good girl and pretend it’s just me and you. The only girl I care about right now is you.”

That’s what she wanted. To be a good girl for him. And if this is what made her a good girl, she’d forget Romy was in the house. To have his attention on her and not on Romy.

His lips were soft and his tongue pressed into hers as he released her neck and began to pull the dress down her arms until the top part was pooling at her waist and her tits were exposed.

Pushing her to lie down on her back, he kept his fingers inside of her as he dropped his mouth to a nipple causing her to gasp.

Harry grinned. He hoped she wouldn’t stay quiet. He wanted her little noises and hoped it irritated Romy. Hoped Romy could hear everything he was doing to Y/n. Things that he would never again to do his own wife. Was he bitter? Yes, perhaps. But he felt it was warranted. He didn’t like her insulting his sweet girl.

Harry looked down at Y/n with her silk dress bunched at her waist, her pussy and tits out as he fingered her and kneaded her tits.

When he felt he’d gotten her all worked up again, small moans and needy little glances, nearly begging him for more, he pulled his fingers from her and hastily removed his pants. He pushed her further into the bed and spread her legs apart, making her bend at the knees as he shifted between her legs.

“Please,” she whispered as she looked down at his hard cock in his hand.

“This is what you want? Yeah?” He positioned his thick crown to her entrance as she nodded.

“Needed Daddy’s cock so bad today, didn’t you, baby?” Harry spoke his words in stammered breaths as he began to push back into her where he belonged. The stress began to melt away the deeper he drove his cock.

Earlier in the day, when Romy had gone to the office, Harry didn’t even know she’d be there. He spotted her walking out of Sean’s office as he happened to be standing in the hallway talking to Jessica and spotted her.

He asked her what she was doing there, mostly just surprised to see her and her response was immediately defensive so he brought her to his office so they could discuss in private. She seemed angry with him and then told him she stopped by to remind him she was going out of town that evening with her sister. Something for which he did not need an in-person reminder.

He found the whole thing odd but most of all, her attitude had him heated. Their small spat in the office was overheard and he was stressed when she did finally leave. But he did have one bright spot through it all. His Y/n.

And having her underneath him as he strained his muscles and steadied himself above her while he gently fucked into her was exactly what he needed. It was just what she needed too.

Harry watched her pretty face contort and lips part and widen with each of his thrusts, “Fuck, baby. Who do you belong to?”

Her voice bubbled out softly, each word panted into the air, “Daddy… I’m yours, Daddy…” She wanted to hold onto him. Scratch her nails down his back and claim him for her own the way he always claimed her. She would never do it unless he told her but her fingertips dragged over the blanket imagining his skin under her nails.

Harry moaned and felt saliva pool on his tongue. His mouth was watering with how luscious she felt and the remnants of her arousal still in his mouth. He brought one hand to her jaw and squeezed her cheeks, “Open up wide sweet girl.”

Her mouth was already parted as she unhinged her jaw for him and jutted her pink tongue out for him.

Harry gathered his spit at the end of his tongue and opened his mouth, keeping his hips pasted to hers as he continued deeply thrusting into her. The wet drool from his tongue drizzled down into her mouth and over her tongue, slipping downward to her throat.

She closed her eyes and moaned loudly at the way it felt. She was his. He owned her. She would drink his come and his saliva happily forever if he wanted. Would crawl on her knees to him and let him spit into all her holes with a smile.

Harry watched as she kept her tongue out. Her eyes were squeezed closed and she began to quiver under him, “You’re mine, baby. My sweet girl. So dirty and so fucking hot. Swallow my spit into your tummy now. Show me you want to be mine.”

Her lips closed around the spit and she swallowed and licked her lips before opening her eyes up to see him looking down at her in awe. Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest. His cock inside of her, pushing deeper than he ever had, and the act of swallowing his saliva sealed it all for her. He wanted her for his own.

“I’m yours. I need to be yours forever. Are you mine too, Daddy?” She didn’t expect those words to come out but her heart and the hot, prickling lust in her belly had her speaking before she could even think.

Harry groaned and lowered his lips to hers. It was the most erotic and soft sex he’d had with Y/n yet. It made him feel like… he was in love. Made him realize, even more than he had before, that he wanted Y/n forever. Not just for a mistress and a fuck toy. But a human woman that he connected with on all levels and who matched his needs and desires in bed.

Disconnecting their wet lips he gasped at the way she clenched around him and pushed his nose to hers, “Fuck, my love. I’m yours. I belong to you just as much as you belong to me.”

Harry was trying to keep it down for Y/n’s sake. He knew she didn’t want Romy to hear what was happening in the bedroom. He would have preferred to have Romy hear it all. So she knew where she stood in comparison with his lover. Y/n was his girl. And he was sure he was falling in love with her.

“P…please can I touch your back? I want to feel you under my fingers…” she dared to ask because she couldn’t hold it back. She needed his skin under her hands and nails.

Harry grasped one of her hands and brought it up to his shoulder, “Fucking touch me all over baby. Go on…”

She felt his skin under her palm and brought her other hand up to feel his back. His broadness and the straining muscles in his back had her moaning loudly on accident but the moment she took the chance to dig her nails lightly into his skin and she heard him choke out a loud groan she knew that was permission for more. To leave traces of herself on his skin. A mark to show Romy who he really belonged.

And that thought had her rearranging her entire notion of having his wife overhear them. Now she wanted Romy to know. She felt possessive of him at that moment, her nails digging in harder and his groans growing louder with each inch she dragged her nails over his flesh.

“Just like that, Y/n, baby… Harder…” he was breathy and his words were tight. Harry couldn’t believe how it felt to have her nails on his skin. He hoped he bled and had deep marks left for days.

Suddenly a door slammed and Harry paused as he looked down at Y/n with a smirk, “Want you to scream my name when you come. Want her to hear the voice of one I belong to. Is that okay?” He rutted into her deeply and she moaned with a nod.

“Yes. I want her to hear now. And then she’ll see my marks on you. Because you’re mine, Daddy.”

Harry pressed his lips to hers and sucked in a breath through his nose to show his devotion and appreciation. The kiss was slow and wet as Harry kept himself stuffed into her, not moving an inch. He needed the moment to give his cock a break from the decadent feel of her pussy around him.

When he’d recovered enough that he knew he wouldn’t come immediately, he pushed himself up and looked into her eyes, “Shred my back up, Y/n. Want it to scar. Give it to me.”

She did as he said as he pulled out to his tip and slammed back into her, making the headboard pound into the wall loudly. With the feel of her nails digging into his skin, he repeated his motions, fucking into her hard but slow. Pulling out his heavy cock to his tip and driving into her with a thud.

Harry hissed at one particularly deep scratch and he sat up, feeling like that was sufficient, ready to hammer into her and make Y/n shout and yelp and come all while Romy listened.

“You ready, angel? Gonna fuck you so hard you see stars and squirt all over this bed.”

She dared to lift her fingers to his chest and scrape lightly as she nodded, “I need it so bad. I need you.”

Harry grinned and closed his eyes for a moment to feel her. To feel the emotions and the moment. Her fingers on his chest. But then he began to slip his cock back, pulling out completely. Looking down between them he placed his thumb on her clit and suddenly pummeled into her, repeated, punishing thrusts.

At first the voice was punched out of her throat with the way his hips hammered into hers. The sound in the room of his cock pushing into her pussy, his skin thudding into hers and the bed creaking wildly, the headboard smashing into the wall in time with his thrusts was the only noise.

Finally, she found her voice when they got into a rhythm, “Daddy! Yess!!” His thumb stroking her puffy clit sent her spiraling quickly. Her hips jolted and her back arched.

Harry watched her tits jiggle and her mouth and tongue move as curses and shouts of his name fell from her lungs. Her pretty voice and coos nearly had him tearing up but his cock was in heaven pounding into her pussy.

“Right there, baby? Yeah?” He gasped his words as she nodded. Her hands grasped the blankets tight as her body was being knocked upward with his devastating plunges.

“So good! Fuck! I want your come, Daddy! All inside of me. Fff….” Her neck strained as she tossed her head back. His thumb at her clit was sending her dangerously to the edge. And with the way his cock was punching into her she was going to squirt and she knew it. Only Harry could manipulate her body in this way.

“Oh shit… Fuck, baby…” Harry choked out his words as he saw her first gush and pulled his cock out so she could unleash.

Her body vibrated and she shouted loudly as she leaked and squirted. Tiny bits of spray coated his cock and his pubic hair and the bed below.

“Make it messy, baby. That’s right,” Harry continued flicking her clit as she trembled and loudly moaned unintelligible words of nonsense.

When she’d finally calmed Harry slammed back into her. He still needed to make her come. Squirting felt intense and yummy but coming was yummier, he knew.

“Squirted all over me baby. Claiming me with your scratches and your pretty pussy spraying me, huh? Gonna show my wife who I belong to?” His hips against hers were biting and he was so deep she felt him push into something new. A snap was felt inside of her and the intensity of the deepness of his cock had her spinning.

Harry was barely pulling out, only fucking into her now, holding her body to his as he rocked his hips into hers so deep.

“Yes! Only mine!” Was all she could manage to squeak out.

Even with Harry holding her close, the room was noisy with sex and the bed was unrelenting under them. And once Y/n had squirted and made a mess, the sloppy, gushy noises were even more evident. Everything was wet and slick and loud.

Harry was so close to coming. His balls tightened and Y/n’s eyes widened when her own orgasm began to finally unravel. Harry’s pelvis pushed into her clit with the constant motion of his hips rolling into hers.

“Open up again,” he could barely get his words out, “and ruin my back, baby.”

She opened her mouth and immediately ran her nails over his back. The pain of her scratching the spots she already had made Harry cough out a loud moan of praise, “Fucking good girl!”

He looked back down to her eyes with the sting on his back and the saliva dripping down into her mouth slowly.

It was perfection. The moment was bliss and euphoria as he breathed out his words, “Swallow and come.”

She had already begun to come the moment his saliva hit her tongue and her fingers dug into his skin. It felt like they were joined as one. She swallowed his saliva before moaning, “Harry! Oh my god!! I need you, Daddy!” Her words were a garbled shout, surely to be heard throughout the house.

Harry rattled off his devotion and praise to his girl as he drained his come into her, “My good fucking baby. I need you so much. Fuck! Making me come so hard. Gonna take my come like a good little girl…”

The slowing of their movements had the room going quiet until only their breaths and panting were heard. Harry dipped in to kiss Y/n slowly and softly. With meaning and heart.

She was still pulsing and he was still throbbing as they licked and kissed. One last deep thrust upward had her squealing and laughing as Harry pushed himself up to look down at his girl with delight.

A knock to the door interrupted the sweet moment. Harry rolled his eyes and sighed as he brought his hands up to cup Y/n’s face lovingly, thumbs stroking her soft skin, “What?” He shouted toward the door.

“Fucking asshole is what,” the knob rattled as if she were trying to open the door and Harry lifted up further to face the door. He had locked it but he wouldn’t put it past Romy to try and get in to make some kind of point.

“Get the fuck out of here. I don’t want you near here.” Harry barked toward the door, ready to pull the blankets up over his lover to protect her if needed.

“This is MY house, Harry! You have whore in MY house! I want her out!”

Harry scoffed and shook his head as he looked down at Y/n. His cock was still inside of her. This was his baby. His love. He smiled at her softly, reassuringly before turning toward the door again to respond to Romy, “Were you listening like a pathetic bitch? That’s what good sex sounds like. I’m not fucking sending her away because you’re jealous. Leave already!”

“Loser asshole!” Romy stomped off and down the stairs. They could both hear her leaving the house.

Harry let out a breath and grinned down at Y/n. She was already smiling up at him with a pleased look on her face. She wasn’t upset like he thought she might be.

“You okay, baby?”

“So good, Daddy. She knows your mine now.”

Harry nodded and laughed, rubbing the tip of his nose to hers, “I’m so yours baby. All yours.”

When he finally pulled himself out of her he tilted her hips upward and thumbed her entrance to watch his come drip slowly before planting his mouth over her cunt and slurping his come into his mouth.

Leaning over her body and hovering his face over hers she opened her mouth obediently and he drooled his come into her mouth.

He watched her tongue capture his seed and he smiled, “In your tummy and in your pussy. All mine. Swallow.”

She gulped him down and grinned, “All yours, Daddy.”

Harry’s grin only widened as he spoke, “Yeah? You’re all mine. And you fucking own me.”

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Currently, Y/N is a giggly, drunk mess. Harry was tipsy, but nowhere near as gone as Y/N. Stumbling into their apartment, Y/N gasped as she tried to look around, but it was far too dark.

"H-Harry? I think.. Think I'm losing my sight." She hiccuped. "Can't see. Should I call a Doc?" The words were slurred as she kicked her heels off, letting her purse drop to the floor.

With a chuckle, Harry adjusted his glasses and flipped the lights on, making Y/N gasp.

"Nevermind! It's back. I can see. Probably just malfun... Malfuntion." The incorrect pronouncation had him shaking his head, leaning down to pick her bag up off of the ground. Hanging it on the hook along with his jacket, he watched as she padded into the kitchen, making lots of noise as she looked for a cup.

"Malfunction, sweetheart." He corrected, greeted with a confused look on her face as she whipped around. His flannel shirt was around her shoulder, claiming she had been too 'chilly' at the bar for her bustier style top and dark wash denim to do the job. He'd handed it over, leaving him in his baby blue tee shirt. "Never mind. What do you need?"

While he was definitely a bit tipsy, Y/N was smashed. A rare sight he had only seen a few times so far, but entertaining nonetheless. She was excited and giggly and super clumsy which had stressed him out a bit, but other than that he was happy to see her let loose. The next semester would start soon and she needed the off time.

"Water. Banana. Uh..." she blinked a few times. "Oh! Chocolate chips. Please. Can I have some?" her fingers tangled in his shirt, giving him a pouty look that wasn't necessary but very appreciative. "I'll give you a blowie. Can't reach the pink cup."

"While I appreciate the offer, you aren't doing anything of the sort until tomorrow when you're sober." His large hands held her flushed cheeks, kissing the middle of her forehead tenderly. "You're so silly, baby. Sit down and I'll bring it to you."

Y/N preened, nodding as she climbed on to the stools they had at their breakfast bar- their dining table was cluttered with some of Harry's work- kicking her feet to some beat Harry was sure she was heating in her head as she waited.

His own clumsiness kicked in, accidentally knocking over one of the plastic cups they kept on the bottom. A yelp escaped him before he realized what it was, giggling to himself for the stupid scare. Righting it, he grabbed the pink cup from the top- much more carefully, he would add- and brought out the filtered water pitcher to pour her a cold glass.

Next he pulled out the large back of semi-sweet chocolate chips, pouring some into a small bowl meant for condiments, placing it back in the cabinet before finally grabbing her banana. He knew that she would need it to sober up and it would be a better scenario for her tomorrow.

"Here." he rounded the bar, sitting on the stool next to her with his own water. "Eat your snack then we're brushing teeth. Put some painkiller in my pocket to have at the bedside when you wake up." He smoothed her hair out of her face and lip gloss before she took a sip. "You're drunk."

"No. I'm Y/N. Or your Loooooveeee." She sang, wiggling her brows. "S'what you called me in front of everyone. you said, 'careful, my love.' and 'easy with the shots, my love.'. So nice. Sexy." She sighed, leaning into him slightly before popping some chocolate into her mouth. "Gonna marry you. Hope you know that. Get prepared."

"Trust me, It'll be the best day of my life." He smiled, steading her on the stool as she turned to him.

"Better than when we saw the baby penguins at the zoo?"

"Even better.

[oksfranta]

“Never make eye contact with anyone while eating a banana” Harry Styles, HSLOT 2023, Horsens

[allthelovehes]

Lost and Found*

Summary: Harry and Y/N have been best friends since they were little kids but they lost track of each other over time. When Harry is in town for his tour they finally reunite and their meeting is sweeter than ever.

Pairing: Famous!Harry x Reader

Word count: 3.5K

Warnings: Smut, fluff, cute.

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A/N: I had this idea on my list for a while so I figured why not write it?

It's been a very long time since you last saw your best friend. It has been years, which is a shame, but there were reasons. The biggest reason was that he is one of the most famous pop stars in the world, and that causes his schedule to be incredibly full. There is also the fact that, because he is touring the world, you are not even living in the same country for the longest time.

Harry always tries to keep in touch, even with the crazy life he leads. But that can mean only brief texts and the occasional phone call. Sometimes not even those. The last time you heard from him was six months ago when he called to ask how your family was doing. He sounded so tired but excited. You talked for an hour, and it was almost like the last years hadn't happened.

With his latest album out and him being back on the road, you decided to buy yourself a ticket to his next Wembley show. This is an amazing opportunity for you to see your best friend and for him to hopefully spot you among the thousands of fans.

The excitement about this day has been building up inside of you ever since you decided to do this. You know you can't expect much attention from Harry after the concert, but you're looking forward to seeing him and getting to see him perform. You haven't seen him in person since his first headlining tour.

You are now on your way home from work and still have a few hours to go before you have to head out for the concert. You take a shower and then put on the T-shirt and jeans that you have planned to wear to the concert. When you get into the kitchen, you realize that you are too nervous and excited to eat, so you settle for a banana. You check the time and are happy to notice that you still have some time left to spare, so you go into the living room and switch on the television.

There are no good shows on, so you switch to the music channels and find one that is showing a rerun of a Harry Styles interview. You smile as you watch him talk. Even after all these years, it's still the same Harry. He's still your Harry. You feel a pang in your heart when he smiles his cheeky grin at the interviewer, and you realize just how much you miss him.

As if reading your mind, your phone vibrates on the coffee table. You reach for it and see Harry's caller ID on the screen. You pick up and bring the phone to your ear.

"Harry?"

"Hi, love!" He sounds excited. "Did I call at a good time? Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not. I was just watching TV." She decides to not tell him that she is going to see him in a couple of hours.

"Oh, what are you watching?"

"Um, an interview. It's not important. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in rehearsals?"

"I have a free half hour, and I'm hiding in my dressing room, so nobody can find me. I really needed to talk to you, and I couldn't wait anymore."

"Why did you need to talk to me? Is something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing like that. You're going to my concert tonight, aren't you?"

Your eyes grow wide and your stomach somersaults. How did he know? Did you give something away?

"How...how did you know?" you finally manage to say.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I know how you talk when you're nervous and when you're not. When I told you about the Wembley shows, your voice didn't sound like usual. You sounded nervous, and it was pretty obvious that you were going." He laughs on the phone.

"Wow, I'm not very subtle, am I?" You feel stupid.

"You really aren't." His voice sounds warm and inviting, and you feel a shiver running down your spine.

"So, why did you want to call me, if it wasn't to tell me not to come?"

"Oh, I would never tell you not to come. I really want to see you tonight."

"But...aren't there a thousand people coming? You probably won't even see me."

"Don't worry, love. I will definitely see you. If I don't, you should find the stage door and knock. My security team knows about you. They'll let you in."

"Really? Harry, you're crazy. You have a concert to prepare for. You shouldn't let random fans into your dressing room."

"But you're not a random fan. You're Y/N."

"I'm glad that you still think of me like that, even though we haven't seen each other in a while."

"What do you mean?" Harry sounds confused. "Of course, I still think of you as my best friend. Nothing can change that."

You feel a lump forming in your throat. You don't want to cry, not now. Harry means the world to you, and he will never know. You are not the kind of girl who confesses her love to pop stars, not even when they are her best friends.

"Y/N, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. I was just thinking about something."

"Well, stop thinking. We're going to see each other in a couple of hours." He is smiling; you can hear it in his voice.

***

When you enter the venue, the excitement inside of you is unbearable. The atmosphere is incredible, and the crowd is so full of life and happiness. Everyone is happy to be here, and so are you.

You find your seat, which is very close to the stage, and sit down. As you wait for the concert to start, you keep looking at the stage, wondering what Harry is doing right now.

Suddenly, the lights go down, and the crowd goes wild. You join in and clap your hands, your heart racing with anticipation. The stage is still dark when Harry walks onto it, and the screams get even louder.

The opening song sounds through the speakers, and the crowd sings along with Harry. You sing along, too, and the feeling is indescribable. To hear his music live and to see the passion in his face, while he performs his songs, makes your heart melt. You can't take your eyes off him.

The next couple of songs are even more amazing, and the atmosphere is incredible. Harry seems to enjoy himself and interacts with the crowd a lot. After the fifth song, he walks to the front of the stage, looks around, and scans the crowd.

"It's great to see all your beautiful faces." He smiles his crooked smile. "There are a lot of you tonight."

You feel his eyes on you, but it's dark and the crowd is dense, so you're not sure if he really saw you. You decide not to get your hopes up, but your heart is beating faster.

"Now, this is the part of the show where I tell you a story." Harry says into the microphone, and the crowd starts screaming again. You hear a few people chant "I love you" and others calling his name.

"So, let's see. This story is about a friend of mine. A friend I haven't seen in a long time." Harry pauses and looks around again. "She is somewhere here tonight."

The crowd is silent for a moment, but then everyone is talking and pointing at each other. You feel a blush creeping into your cheeks and your pulse quickens. You can't believe that he is doing this, but you're happy about it.

"So, this friend. She is the reason why I'm here, on this stage. She has always supported me, always believed in me. Even when I didn't believe in myself." He pauses and takes a sip of water. "We went to school together. She helped me through everything. But when I became famous, I started to neglect her." The crowd interrupts him with a loud booing. "Yeah, I know. That was stupid of me. But she never gave up on me, and she is still my best friend. In fact, she's my favourite friend. I'm sorry, everyone." The crowd laughs and cheers.

You are amazed and speechless. He really did this for you. And the fact that he still considers you his best friend is the best thing that has happened in a while. You can't help it, but tears are falling down your cheeks, and your hands are shaking. Harry walks back to the middle of the stage, and the show continues.

After the concert is over, you stay in your seat. There is still a lot of time until the arena will be empty, and you're not sure what to do. Suddenly, your phone rings, and it's a number you don't recognize.

"Hello?"

"Hi, love." He sounds a little out of breath, and your stomach does a flip.

"Hey, Harry. That was an amazing show. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. So, did you enjoy it?"

"I loved it."

"I'm so happy. Listen, are you still at the arena?"

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Okay, so I will come to you. Wait for me, okay?"

"What do you mean, you're coming to me? Are you going to walk out into the arena, looking for me?"

"Exactly. So, wait for me."

"Harry, that's not possible. The arena is full of people. I'm not going to sit here and let you lose your way."

"Trust me, Y/N. I'll be fine. Just wait for me."

And then, he is gone.

You put your phone back into your bag and look around. The crowd has already thinned out a bit, and there are a few people around you. You get up and stand at the end of the row. People are walking past you and talking to each other.

Suddenly, someone grabs your wrist, and you turn around. Your eyes grow wide and your mouth falls open.

"H-Harry..."

"Hi, love. Sorry it took so long. I got a little lost."

You can't believe that he is standing in front of you, looking like a god in his black outfit. He has a beanie on his head, and his eyes are sparkling. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in his shoulder. He hugs you back, and you can't help but inhale his scent.

"I missed you," you say.

"I missed you, too. Now, how about we get out of here?"

"Good idea. Where are we going?"

"Somewhere private."

"Sounds good to me."

He lets go of you and takes your hand. Together, you leave the arena and head for the stage door. Outside, there is a huge crowd waiting, but his security team has already cleared the way, and the fans are standing behind the barriers. He smiles at them and waves. They are screaming, and the paparazzi are taking pictures.

He guides you through the crowd and towards the car park. A black car is waiting, and he opens the door for you. You get in, and he slides in after you. The driver starts the engine, and the car pulls away from the curb.

"Where are we going?" you ask.

"My hotel. We're staying in London for two more nights. I have a suite with a view of the city."

"That's nice. I hope the view is nice, too."

"You're going to like it." He looks at you, and your heart skips a beat.

You reach the hotel, and the driver stops the car. Harry gets out first and holds the door open for you. You step out and look up at the huge building. The entrance is illuminated, and there are a lot of people coming and going.

He takes your hand and leads you into the lobby. Nobody pays attention to you, and it's a relief. You don't want people staring at you. He guides you towards the elevators and presses the button. A moment later, the doors slide open, and you step into the elevator. He presses the button for the top floor and then looks at you.

"I'm sorry it has been such a long time."

"It's okay, Harry. I know that you have a busy life. And I'm really proud of you."

"Thank you. It means a lot to me." He steps closer to you, and your breath hitches. He lifts his hand and brushes a strand of hair from your face. His touch sends shivers down your spine, and you feel yourself blushing.

The elevator doors open, and he leads you to his suite. He opens the door and lets you inside. You are amazed by the beautiful room. There is a huge bed, a seating area with a fireplace, and a balcony with a spectacular view.

"Wow, this is amazing."

"I knew you'd like it." He grins and takes your hand again. "Come on, let's sit down."

He guides you to the seating area on the balcony and sits down. You sit down next to him and take a deep breath.

"How long have we known each other?"

"Since we were ten."

"It's been twenty years, and we're still friends."

"Best friends," you correct him.

"Yes, best friends."

"Even when I neglected you."

"Hey, don't do that. You didn't neglect me. You were just busy."

"Busy doesn't even cover it."

"Stop it. We're still friends. That's what matters."

"I know, but I was stupid. And I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Harry. Let's stop apologizing. I wanna enjoy being here with you." You say with a twinkle in your eyes. You lean back and look at the skyline. The city is lit up and looks beautiful. You can hear the traffic below, but it's a distant noise. The moment is magical, and you are enjoying every second of it. He puts his arm around you, and you lean against his shoulder. You sigh happily and close your eyes.

"Hey, are you tired?" he asks.

"No, just relaxed."

"Okay. Well, I have a question for you."

"Ask away."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you love me."

Your eyes fly open, and your heart stops. He is looking at you, and his expression is serious. You swallow hard and try to think of an answer. But your brain doesn't cooperate, and you can't speak.

"W-what are you talking about?" You stutter.

"I'm talking about the fact that you are in love with me."

"No, I'm not. Why would you think that?"

"Because it's obvious. I saw it tonight at the concert. When I talked about you."

"Oh."

"You looked shocked and then so happy. It's the same look I have when I'm thinking about you." You can't believe what he is saying. Does he really mean it? Or is he just playing with your emotions?

"Why didn't you ever tell me? Because of my job?"

"No, it's not that. I just...I didn't want to ruin our friendship. You're the most important person in my life, and I didn't want to lose you."

"Oh, love. You will never lose me."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He leans closer to you and places a soft kiss on your cheek. Your heart is racing, and the butterflies in your stomach are going crazy. He pulls away, and you can see the sparkle in his eyes. His gaze drops to your lips, and he smiles.

"Y/N, can I kiss you?"

"Yes," you whisper.

He cups your face with his hands and leans in. Your eyes flutter closed, and his lips touch yours. The kiss is slow and gentle. His lips are soft and taste like mint. You feel a tingle in your stomach, and you can't help but sigh. His tongue darts out and caresses your lips. You open your mouth, and he slips his tongue inside. Your tongues tangle together, and the kiss becomes more passionate. When you finally pull apart, you are breathing heavily. He smiles and strokes your cheek.

"That was amazing," you say.

"Yes, it was. And it's about time." He laughs.

"It's been a long time coming." You grin.

"Yes, it has."

He pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple. You lean against his chest and breathe in his scent. It feels so right to be here with him. After all these years, you finally feel like you belong.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks.

"About the fact that I don't wanna go home."

"Who said you have to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Stay with me tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes. Stay the night. I don't want you to leave."

"Okay."

"Great. Let's go inside."

He stands up and takes your hand. You follow him into the suite and sit down on the bed. He sits down next to you and strokes your cheek. You look into his eyes and see the same desire that you feel. You lean in and kiss him. His lips are warm and soft, and his tongue feels amazing. Your body is tingling, and you can't get enough. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. He pulls you closer and kisses you passionately. Your bodies are pressed together, and you can feel his arousal. You moan and rub your body against his. He breaks the kiss and looks at you. His eyes are dark with lust, and his pupils are dilated.

"Mhm, Y/N. You're driving me crazy." He pulls you into his lap and kisses you again. His hands roam your body, and you arch your back. He slips his hand under your shirt and cups your breast. You gasp and close your eyes. He squeezes your breast and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"Oh God," you moan.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes. It feels so good."

He keeps massaging your breast while kissing your neck. You grind your hips against him, and he groans. You can feel his erection, and it turns you on even more. He moves his hand to your other breast and starts massaging it.

He pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you. His hands move under your shirt, and he pulls it off. You arch your back and expose your breasts. He licks his lips and leans down to kiss your nipples. He sucks on one and flicks his tongue over the other. You moan and dig your nails into his back.

He moves his hand down to your pants and starts undoing the button. He pulls them down, along with your panties, and tosses them aside. He looks at your naked body and smiles.

"You're so beautiful."

He leans down and kisses you. His tongue darts out, and he runs it over your lips. You part your lips and let him inside. He explores your mouth and moans.

"Mhm, I want you."

"Then take me," you say.

He pulls his shirt off and throws it aside. He undoes his pants and pushes them down. He kneels between your legs and looks at you. You can see his erection through his boxers. You bite your lip and reach out. You run your hand over his bulge and feel the heat. He groans and closes his eyes.

"Y/N."

"Yes?"

"I want you so bad."

"Then take me."

He quickly pulls his boxers down before he grabs your hips and pushes you further onto the bed. He lies down on top of you and kisses you. His erection rubs against your core, making you gasp.

"God, you're so wet." He moves his hand between your legs and strokes your clit. You moan and buck your hips. He positions his cock at your entrance and pushes in. You gasp and close your eyes. His cock fills you up completely, and you feel complete.

He starts moving slowly, and you cling to him. He kisses you deeply and groans. He moves faster, and you cry out. You wrap your legs around his waist and arch your back.

"Yes, Harry. Right there. Please."

He pounds into you harder, and you feel yourself approaching the edge. Never had sex felt this right.

"I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, love."

You scream his name and climax. Your body trembles, and you shudder. He moans and buries his face in your neck. You feel his release, and he collapses on top of you.

"God, Y/N. That was amazing."

"It was."

He rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms. You snuggle against his chest, and he kisses your forehead.

"So, this is where we've been heading since day one, huh?" You chuckle.

"Well, yeah. I just didn't expect it to take twenty years."

"Yeah, me neither."

"And I also thought we'd be more cautious about it." Harry laughs realising he completely forgot to use a condom.

"I don't know, I just didn't care."

"Yeah, me neither."

You kiss his cheek and rest your head on his chest.

"Harry?"

"Hm?"

"Will we be able to make this work? I mean, with our lives and everything?"

"We'll figure it out. I'm not letting you go."

"Good."

You close your eyes and listen to his heartbeat. He is holding you tight, and you can't imagine being anywhere else. You kiss his chest and slowly drift off to sleep in his arms.

[sapphosdickandballs]

this is my way of saying “hi we haven’t talked in a minute how are you”

Um, dois, três, quatro

No quick head in my bed, I can't have that I want that long neck, not talking giraffe neck Ain't no laying down, man, we 'bout to have late fun I'm 'bout to make your balls stick up like space buns

Want your dick soaked? Place it down my throat Tongue tickle yo' dick but not telling a joke Peddle in this pussy, that's how you rock a boat It get live in this pussy, I'm not talking Periscope

In the sheets, I am a bully, give more head than a hoodie Every time you make me cum, it look just like vanilla pudding Sit on yo' face all day until you say, "Bae, it hurt me" Then I turn around and give the dick more kisses than Hershey's

Yo' dick brick hard like a medal (uhh) I got three holes for it, like a pretzel (uhmm) Tight as a virgin, boy, don't get nervous (tight) I'm here to serve you customer service (right?) I save dick by giving it CPR I save dick by giving it CPR (yes) Put my mouth on it like CPR Let's make porn and watch it on VCR

ieeicikajfnnsogkdkvkskf :DDD

I think we should fuck up in every zip code It would make my pussy wetter than a fishbowl (wet) Pussy a kitty cat, I pet it like a pet (pet) I fuck doggy style so much I need to go to the vet (pet) Hotbox? More like a scorching pussy Open this coochie up like a fortune cookie Yo' banana in my mouth, watch my tongue go ape Yo' dick getting more blows than a birthday cake

When I'm near it, no, I don't fear it Licking on that penis like a letter when I seal it (yummy) Today way wetter than my past slob And if you unemployed, I can give you a ass job Pussy already wet don't need no lube ointment Dick twisting in my stomach like food poisonin' That's how you know when you hit the spot I'll make your pants unzip more than Ziploc

Yo' dick brick hard like a medal (uhh) I got three holes for it, like a pretzel (uhmm) Tight as a virgin, boy, don't get nervous (tight) I'm here to serve you customer service (right) I save dick by giving it CPR I save dick by giving it CPR (yes) Put my mouth on it like CPR Let's make porn and watch it on VCR

Anything goes when you up in my hole Dirty panties from the sex, yeah, I got me some loads (dirty~) Listen, I'm the most explicit Long stick inside my river but we not going fishing Know what to do every time you have a horrible day I'll eat that sausage all day like it's Memorial Day (yeah) I'm talking barbecue sauce and mustard on it (yummy) And the mayonnaise comes when you bust right on it

Name anything freaky and you know I'm 'bout the shit Only time I'm not on the dick is when I'm 'bout to shit Pubic hairs all in my mouth, not again So when I suck yo' dick now, I use bobby pins Who need a gym when you got dick to work you out? I want my face to lose weight so stroke my mouth And any time my pussy wanna be hairy like Harry Potter Becky with the good hair is what you could call her Let's get it

A little faster A little more Right there Give it to me now (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

Incomplete without the slurping noises 💀 but I ain’t about to type those out

[starrynightarchive]

19, 6, 42, 22, 38, 33, 47, 50, 92, 90, 72, 75, 70

answer them all

demanding. hello to you too anon

19. what's been keeping you up at night lately?

your mom.

ok just kidding. uhhh not much. maybe the mistakes I need to fix and this distinct feeling of wrongness that lingers.

6. what role do you play in your group of friends?

let's ask them shall we

42. how did you meet your best friend(s)?

aha i actually wanted someone to ask this one! I'll give you three stories

sri: when i was in kindergarten i remember very clearly seeing this fucker in the restroom. she pulled out her handkerchief and made a banana out of it? i was not impressed. but she then proceeded to eat it/put it in her mouth. which I was impressed with. and then she saw me when I got stuck on the very top of this giraffe thing which you can climb. a teacher had to come up and get me down. bitch was just staring at me the whole time. didn't move a muscle. i love her so very much.

vhas: ok so. i had (have. love her very very much she's a menace and we met in a whole other way) a best friend and I got them into wattpad when I was 13. or 12. idk. then that friend in turn went to a classmate and made them join wattpad. so now all three of us started writing very bad very cringe stories. i was writing a straight romance paranormal story and vhas was writing some tragic yaoi godbles. i read it and fell in love with his writing. so one day, without warning, I just went up to him and said "hey! i love your writing!" and fucked right off. no intro no how are you no nothing. we ended up talking in hangouts (rip) and I made covers for his stories and shit. and then the rest is history.

sree: this is the menace friend. she lives really close to my house. first way we met was through our school bus (we took the same one and I sat next to her one day). she was reading harry potter and we figured that we both loved books. i introduced her to a few. and the very same week I went to my classical music class and they were there. i was like ??? but we became quick friends. proximity, similar interests, orange slices and stupidity. yeah. they're pretty neat.

22. how old were you when you joined the internet?

around 12, i think

38. what is your love language? i'm very expressive about my love for people, but the main ones are: physical touch, words of affirmation and gift giving.

33. have you ever thought about changing your name?

nope! i love my name very very much :D

47. how well-decorated is your bedroom?

not much. at first i had a sticky notes wall filled with quotes poetry etc etc but then had to take it down because it was getting dusty. then there's this huge ass micky mouse sticker stuck on my wardrobe (my dad bought it when I was a kid). skk chibi figurines and iwaoi standee both from my lovely friend vhas. then books. a few magnets stuck to my wardrobe. that's all

50. what do you consider most important in a romantic/platonic partner? being ready to put in work in the relationship. must be an open communicator/must be willing to try. oh, and a good sense of humour (this is very specific btw. i have a type. i will not elaborate).

92. who's in your dream blunt rotation? great question. idk if I'll ever smoke weed but. if I do tay will be my go-to person (@spiderbends)

90. weirdest habit?

i bite people. is that weird? idk

72. which is more important when it comes to clothing, comfort or style?

comfort all the wayyyy

75. how would you describe your favorite person?

icarus. burning wings. the kindest smile. the bravest man. lover, healer, believer. object of all my sweet dreams and sweetest nightmares.

70. when it comes to affection/intimacy, do you prefer to stick to one person or are you more open about it?

intimacy/affection to me isn't strictly connected to romance. and I'm a very affectionate person by nature. i love fiercely. all my loved ones will be bombarded with my love. get loved, loser.

[justforbooks]

By the mid-1950s, the singer Harry Belafonte had taken the lead role in an Oscar-nominated film, Carmen Jones; reached No 1 with his album Calypso, which helped find a mainstream audience for that musical style and became the first album ever to sell more than 1m copies; and headlined major venues around the US.

However, Belafonte found himself unable to use the main entrance to the Las Vegas hotels where he regularly performed – nor could he eat, stay or gamble in them. On tour in the south, he faced an evening curfew because of his skin colour. When he starred with Joan Fontaine in the then controversial film about an interracial relationship, Island in the Sun (1957), he was advised not to mention Fontaine in press interviews for fear of suggesting a romance between them. He learned that the power and respect that usually accompany fame and fortune could be largely illusory as far as black entertainers were concerned.

The enduringly handsome Belafonte, who has died aged 96, had great success not just as a honey-voiced singer and a compelling actor, but also as a passionate and erudite campaigner for civil rights.

The seeds of his ambition and his social conscience were sown by his tough childhood. Harold Bellanfanti was born in Harlem, New York, and raised in a cramped apartment. His parents came from the Caribbean. His father, also called Harold, had been born in Martinique and was an itinerant ship’s cook; his mother, Melvine, born in Jamaica, worked as a domestic servant.

When Harry was six, his father left the family.

The boy was sent by his mother to study in Jamaica, where his American accent made him feel like an outsider at school. In Jamaica, he loved visiting the banana markets; many years later, after his international success with The Banana Boat Song (Day-O), he observed: “Not by chance did that song become my signature. I knew of what I was singing.”

After a few years, Belafonte returned to New York, dropped out of high school and entered the navy. It was 1944 and he was 17. Two strokes of good fortune changed his life. First, he met Marguerite Byrd, a young teacher from a black middle-class family, who four years later became his wife. He abandoned the menial jobs he had been doing and, thanks to the GI Bill of Rights, became a student and enrolled at Erwin Piscator’s drama school, where his peers included Marlon Brando and Sidney Poitier. With the latter, Belafonte trained at the studio theatre of the pioneering American Negro theatre in Harlem.

Except for some off-Broadway shows, he found little work as an actor and began singing, mainly in jazz clubs, such as the Village Vanguard and the Royal Roost in New York, earning a reasonable living for a couple of years. He also began recording, including some of his own songs. Tiring of the routine, in 1950 he opened a small restaurant, the Sage, in Greenwich Village, entertaining customers with folk songs. This, and his attachment to calypsos (he became known as “the Calypso King”), changed his style, and he was soon performing in more prestigious venues. He had signed a deal with Jubilee Records in 1949, and his records began to sell. Throughout his career, he recorded dozens of albums, including live concerts at Carnegie Hall, New York.

Belafonte won a Tony award in 1954 for his performance in the musical revue John Murray Anderson’s Almanac. By then, his film career was under way. After playing a headteacher in Bright Road (1953), he was cast in Otto Preminger’s 1954 movie version of the Broadway hit Carmen Jones, opposite Dorothy Dandridge. This all-black adaptation of Bizet’s Carmen, in which both his and Dandridge’s voices were dubbed, was a considerable success.

In 1957, Belafonte had top 10 hits in the UK with The Banana Boat Song and the title track from Island in the Sun, before achieving his biggest recording success with Mary’s Boy Child, which spent seven weeks at No 1 in 1957 and was re-released for the following two Christmases.

He began to appear on television, toured successfully in Europe and recorded several programmes for BBC television, working for a fraction of his normal fee because he enjoyed the extended nature of the shows, which gave him time to develop his performance. He became one of the first major artists to tour with a multiracial band and he integrated black performers into orchestras in prestige venues where the musicians had been exclusively white.

Belafonte and Byrd divorced in 1957, and he married Julie Robinson, the first white dancer to work with the Katherine Dunham company. The breakdown of his marriage had led Belafonte to seek psychiatric treatment, and his psychiatrist’s husband, a stockbroker, subsequently became Belafonte’s agent and manager, replacing Jack Rollins, the man responsible for masterminding Belafonte’s early career.

The 1950s was a period of considerable civil rights activism for Belafonte, who cited his friend Martin Luther King as the dominant influence on his life. When they first met, in 1954, they were in their mid-20s. “His courage was really quite remarkable,” Belafonte recalled. He embraced King’s message of nonviolence and lent his support to protest movements. With King, Belafonte was one of those who planned the 1963 march on Washington.

In the following year, he helped to raise and then personally delivered, with the assistance of Poitier, $70,000 in cash to support the work of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee in Greenwood, Mississippi. Facing hostility from the Ku Klux Klan, the SNCC was striving to register black voters in the region. “In Mississippi’s vicious climate,” Poitier wrote, “the chances of a Klansman taking a potshot at me were actually pretty high.”

A television show, Tonight With Harry Belafonte (1959), brought Belafonte an Emmy, making him the first African American man to win the award. He returned to the screen in The World, the Flesh and the Devil (1959); the story of racial conflict within the science-fiction genre worked effectively. In the same year he made a thriller, Odds Against Tomorrow, with a racial subtext behind the animosity between two criminals.

Belafonte won a Grammy for best folk performance in 1960 for a powerful album of chain gang songs, Swing Dat Hammer. In 1965 he won another Grammy for best folk recording for an album he made with Miriam Makeba, the anti-apartheid activist. But another musical collaboration, with Petula Clark on her TV special in 1968, raised Belafonte’s profile further. During their performance of the song On the Path of Glory, Clark held Belafonte’s arm – much to the objection of an executive from the show’s sponsor, who feared that this show of intimacy between a white woman and a black man would enrage southern audiences. Clark refused to cut the performance from the programme, which had a warm reception when it was broadcast.

Returning to acting in 1970, he played a black angel, sent to earth to help Zero Mostel, in The Angel Levine, which he co-produced. He fared better producing Buck and the Preacher (1972), directed by his co-star, Poitier. The pair’s subsequent film, Uptown Saturday Night (1974), proved less successful.

In the mid-1980s, inspired by the success of Band Aid’s Do They Know It’s Christmas?, Belafonte helped to organise the charity single We Are the World, written by Lionel Richie and Michael Jackson and recorded by an all-star lineup of musicians including Stevie Wonder, Paul Simon and Diana Ross. The song reached No 1 in the US and the UK and won a Grammy. In 1987 Belafonte replaced Danny Kaye as UNICEF's goodwill ambassador; that year he chaired an International Symposium of Artists and Intellectuals for African Children in Senegal.

Having played himself in the satires The Player (1992) and Prêt-à-Porter (1994), Belafonte made a third film for the director Robert Altman, who cast him as Seldom Seen, a gang boss and club owner, in Kansas City (1996), for which Belafonte received the New York Critics Circle award for best supporting actor. Although he had not taken a leading role in a feature film for nearly 20 years, he was sufficiently tempted by the part of the bigoted Thaddeus Thomas in White Man’s Burden (1995), opposite John Travolta. He also joined the cast of Bobby (2006), Emilio Estevez’s film about Bobby Kennedy, whom Belafonte knew in the 60s.

Belafonte belatedly considered entering full-time politics in the Democratic party, but work, social commitments and family took precedence. Among his ongoing social concerns over the years were the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People; a school for emotionally disturbed boys; the prevention of gang violence; and his own Belafonte Foundation of Music and Arts.

He remained a force to be reckoned with, in 2002 likening the then US secretary of state Colin Powell to a slave who “got the privilege of living in the house if you served the master, exactly the way the master intended to have you serve him”. He lent his support to the Occupy movement in 2011, and when asked in a Guardian interview the following year which living person he most despised, he replied: “George W Bush, for his betrayal of America.”

His autobiography, My Song (2011), was followed by a documentary about his life, Sing Your Song. His final film role was a cameo as a veteran activist in Spike Lee’s BlacKkKlansman (2018).

In 2008, following divorce from his second wife, he married Pamela Frank. She survives him, along with the two daughters of his first marriage, and the son and daughter from his second.

Harry Belafonte was one of the most important and influential campaigning black musicians in American history, though for the public at large he was better known for most of his career for the relaxed, middle-of-the-road image that he projected through his calypsos.

His true character was very different, for in the 60s he used his wealth, fame and organisational skills to bolster the civil rights campaign in the US and bring American attention to the apartheid regime in South Africa, playing a crucial role in promoting the careers of the South African musicians Miriam Makeba and Hugh Masekela.

He was always a smartly dressed figure with a powerful physical presence and a glorious husky growl, but was also a man of considerable bravery. He took part in such major events as the 1965 march from Selma to Montgomery – where he made speeches, but had to leave town lying on the floor of a car, along with Peter Yarrow of Peter, Paul and Mary, to escape the Klansmen.

But the suave crooner of calypsos was regarded with suspicion by black power leaders because of his links with the white establishment. Belafonte had his own campaign for bringing change, and was quite happy to talk to white politicians, though in 1986 he turned down a request from governor Mario Cuomo to stand for the Democrats as senator in New York.

His agenda included forging links between black Americans and Africa, and in the 60s he helped to organise a trip to several African countries for SNCC activists, because he felt they needed to know more about the continent. But his most important role in Africa was in the anti-apartheid campaign, and his help for exiled South African musicians.

Belafonte first learned about Makeba after being approached in the lobby of the Dorchester Hotel in London by Trevor Huddleston, the priest (and later bishop) who helped found the anti-apartheid movement. Belafonte helped her to obtain a visa to the US and then guided her to becoming an international celebrity. They often performed and toured together, with Makeba calling him “my big brother”, and it was with Belafonte that she performed in 1962 at President John F Kennedy’s birthday celebration at Madison Square Garden. Belafonte helped Masekela, also an exile in the US, by arranging a scholarship for him.

In 1988 Belafonte released the South African-influenced album Paradise in Gazankulu, which included the political songs Capetown and We Are the Wave, and in the same year he gave a powerful speech at the Nelson Mandela 70th birthday tribute at Wembley Stadium, watched by a television audience of hundreds of millions across the world. In 2003 he was reunited with Makeba, when they recorded an album together.

Throughout his career he always matched his genial persona with political commitment – and sometimes anger. A passionate campaigner for gun control in the US, he chastised fellow black Americans in 2013 for failing to speak up on the issue. The easy-going calypso singer and actor was also a major political force.

🔔 Harry Belafonte (Harold George Bellanfanti), singer, actor and activist, born 1 March 1927; died 25 April 2023

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[camillemontespan]

the memory of us [drake & camille AU]

@katedrakeohd​ @jovialyouthmusic​ @gardeningourmet​ @kingliam2019​ @saivilo​ @walkerswhiskeygirl​ @sophxwithers​ A/N: I was watching The Vow earlier..

Camille gently pulled Lily’s fluffy pink sweater over her head. As the little girl pulled her arms through, her hair became static and stood up to attention.

‘Look at your hair!’ Camille cried, giving Lily a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. 

Lily looked in the mirror and laughed, pressing her hand against the static hair. ‘I look so funny!’

Now that the sweater was on, all that was left was to zip up Lily’s denim skirt and pull her pink boots on. Lily loved pink. 

‘Okay, we’re nearly ready,’ Camille told her. ‘Now go say goodbye to daddy- he’s going to pick you up from school later.’

Lily grinned and bolted down the corridor to find her father. Camille smiled and looked at herself in the mirror; she looked prepared for the meeting later with Liam. With her hair pulled up into a chignon, she was wearing a white cashmere sweater paired with black trousers and nude Manolo heels. 

She looked like a different person from the Camille of five years ago. Not that she minded; she wouldn’t trade this new life for anything. Drake, Lily and Luna were her world. 

Camille grabbed her trench coat and walked quickly down the corridor towards the kitchen where Lily was telling Drake all about her dream last night. Luna was sitting in her high chair, eyeing the banana Drake was trying to get her to eat warily. 

‘Lils, it’s time to go,’ Camille called. 

‘Give me a hug, kiddo,’ Drake said, abandoning the spoon with the banana and crouching down to give his daughter a hug. ‘Make good choices.’

Lily snuggled into him. Drake was, in her opinion, the best dad in the whole world.

Camille pressed a kiss on top of Luna’s forehead, smiling as Luna gurgled. She felt Drake take her hand and she turned to kiss him.

‘And you,’ he murmured against her mouth, ‘you should also make good choices.’

Camille felt herself blush. How did Drake still manage to make her blush even after five years? How did he manage to still have this effect on her?

‘I’ll be home by five,’ she told him, breaking away. 

‘Spaghetti at six,’ Drake replied, settling down to attempt to feed Luna again. 

Camille gave him another quick kiss on the cheek. ‘Love you,’ she whispered, before taking hold of Lily’s hand and rushing her out the kitchen. She had realised that despite being organised this morning, time had run away with her and she was going to be late dropping Lily to school. 

With her handbag in one hand and Lily’s backpack and favourite teddy bear in the other, she followed Lily outside to the car. 

‘So, shall we listen to Taylor Swift or Harry Styles this morning?’ Camille asked, quickly strapping Lily in. 

Lily thought about it for a moment, her eyebrows furrowing in concentration. 

‘Harry!’ she finally decided, giving Camille a happy smile. 

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Camille dropped Lily off at school with Harry Styles blaring from the car speakers. Some of the parents turned to look but Camille didn’t care. Whenever she drove - and that wasn’t often because she was a reckless driver, which was severely at odds with her usual careful and calm personality- she always had the music on loud. 

Once Lily was safely in the building, Camille drove through the busy streets towards the palace. As the Duchess of Valtoria, Camille had monthly meetings with King Liam to discuss her duchy. If Camille thought about it too much, she would freak out realising just how much her life had changed in five years. From being a waitress in New York to a Duchess in a tiny European country, married with two kids.. It was ridiculous.

But she wouldn’t change it. 

She eyed the clock and could see she was running late. She had five minutes to get the palace and it was currently fifteen minutes away. 

Shit..

She accelerated quicker and could see that the amber light just ahead was about to turn red. Her foot pressed down harder but the amber light still turned red.

Camille kept driving, thinking she could easily make it.

It was an ill-judged decision. 

The car that had been granted right of way drove straight into Camille’s side of the car. Brakes were applied, glass smashed and Camille’s head bore the impact. 

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‘The Duchess of Valtoria has been involved in a car accident early this morning….’

‘...currently in hospital receiving treatment…’

‘Her husband is refusing to speak to reporters…’

Camille’s vision was blurred. There was a pounding pain in the side of her head. She felt like she had been run over. 

‘Please, Your Grace, please calm down-’

‘I will not calm down-’

Camille tried to blink, wanting her vision to go back to normal. She could make out bright lights above her and shadowy figures, one of them gesturing wildly. 

‘Turn this shit off, we don’t need to hear this shit-’

The sounds of other voices were quieted and only two remained near Camille.

‘Your Grace, please just listen to me-’

Camille groaned and the voice broke off. She could feel someone take her hand. Calloused fingers. Big, warm palms. Comforting hands. 

‘Camille?’

‘Uggnnhghhh…’ she groaned.

Her eyes adjusted and she could now see clearly. 

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Drake’s heart was pounding in his chest as he stared down at his wife. There was a horrible purple bruise on her forehead and a long red gash. She looked pretty banged up; not surprising considering the other car that had crashed into her side. 

She blinked slowly and was now looking at him groggily. 

‘Camille!’ he breathed. ‘Oh thank god you’re awake, thank god..’

He leaned down to bring her hand up to his mouth and he pressed an urgent kiss on her clenched fist. ‘I thought you’d died, I heard about it on the news first’-

‘Your Grace..’

‘But you’re okay, you’re safe!’ he couldn’t stop talking. Since he saw the news headlines flash on the TV, he thought his world had ended.

‘Your Grace..’

The doctor’s voice was like a warning.

Drake stopped talking and turned to look at Doctor Santiago. She was looking at Camille with concern. 

Drake looked back down at his wife to see her staring at him looking terrified.

‘Who are you?’ she croaked.

And that was when Drake’s world ended. 

[ladyswillmart]

So I was trying to remember the origin of the name @scumtrout and I actually found the post! It dates to Monday, May 6, 2013 ... great googly moogly, that's over a decade ago!! 😨

Anyway, here it is!

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Original Title: "WHAT'S HAPPENING NEXT ON YOUR FAVE FANDOMS?"

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Cat Adorable cat in a carry-on bag, ready for vacation. Caption reads “Hope I make it past the MEOW-tal detectors!”. Doctor Who All the fans get together, go back in time and beat up Jonathan Nathan-Turner. Fallout Killian Darkwater VII peels and eats a banana for 48 minutes. NCR needs a hero, and so hires Arcade Gannon to do some doughy gymnastics in an old barn. Caesar’s Legion rents a carpet steamer to assist with their next campaign at the fabulous Hotel Amontillado Sierra Madre Hotel and Casino. Carla Boone is still dead. Game of Throwns Awful puns abound as Lord Bumblecake advances to second after a pickoff throw from Dunderhead. Scumtrout gets beaned by a line drive from Pamela the Horse, suffers a concussion, temporarily believes she’s a Viking. Homestuck Is this a Harry Chapin thing? Left 4 Dead Blah blah, Vietnam horseshit. Les Miserables People are instructed to imagine the Les Mis characters in any other setting than France in the 1800s. Anything but that. Mass Effect Gross sobbing and the “YOU’RE NOT MY FATHER!” music sting from Full House. Pokemon All the Pokemon get together, go back in time and beat up Lady Swillmart for playing this during Senior Study Hall instead of studying but you know what it didn’t make a difference either way because here she is, writing this stupid post instead of swimming in a big pool of coins like Scrooge McDuck. Portal Cancelled and replaced with reruns of Ducktales. Skyrim General Tullius’s attempts to connect with a younger, hipper crowd ends in hideous terror, asks Caesar from the next fandom over for style tips. Paarthurnax buys a scooter. Aicantar and Calcelmo’s expedition to the long lost ancient Dwemer ruin site Rngknthzzmgk is cancelled due to a lack of vowels. Supernatural I’m not even going to pretend I know anything about this program. Vikings Special double confusing guest appearance by Scumtrout from Game of Throwns.

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(Original Tags: d-d-d-danger watch behind you, there's a stranger out to find you, little bit of hell)

[trillscienceofficer]

Ooh I'd love your DVD commentary on Let's go back and/or Projecting

Thank you!! I already wrote some commentary on “Let's go back, let's go back and start again” (you can read it here), so I thought I might try this with “Projecting”.

I wrote this B7 fic for the Femslash Exchange last year and as I've mentioned before, it rekindled my enthusiasm for fic writing in a moment when I thought I'd lost it for good. At its heart, it is a '5 things'-type of fic, with the gimmick of the rock climbing holoprogram which is what allows B'Elanna and Seven to see past their preconceptions and not fall into their usual adversarial dynamic. Maybe a good holodeck program is just what they always needed—they can express their competitive streak by hauling themselves up walls rather than stepping on each other's toes on the clock.

DVD extras-style commentary under the cut!

“You accepted the dare. It’s out of my hands now,” she says, lifting up her palms and leaning back on her chair.

As I've hinted a lot of this fic is about the idea of 'friendly competition', and how I think B'Elanna thrives on it. I've met a lot of people over the years who just appreciate being actually challenged by other people, as opposed to more abstract type of challenges (eg 'getting better at x hobby'). So here we have a newly-single, hopelessly under-stimulated B'Elanna, playing a game of dares with Harry in an attempt to stave off the existential dread.

Harry grimaces. “Here goes nothing.” He tips up the mug quickly and downs the content in five long gulps. He slams the mug back on the table, eyes tightly squeezed shut. He swallows again. “So—bitter.” B’Elanna smirks. “Enough to make you gag. Unless you’ve been drinking that stuff since you were a little kid.”

The dare itself is... somewhat specific, Harry is having the same experience I had when I tried eating the EXTREMELY bitter shoots of Ruscus aculeatus aka butcher's broom, a spiny underbrush plant that's fairly common in Europe (although eating its shoots is not quite as common, ime). My wife is used to them since she was a child and has no problem eating them but they genuinely made me gag by how bitter they were. I thought it would be funny to come up with a similar Klingon delicacy!

B’Elanna suppresses a groan. She wishes she were better at making Harry understand that being the head of a whole department is—different. She has to maintain some distance, or she won’t be able to keep giving orders and override disagreements. Maybe it is more for her own sake than the rest of the engineers, but so what. She needs to not spend so much of her time off duty with the same people she sees every day on the shift. Climbing sounded like the ideal compromise between a challenging hobby and her overbearing boss’ idea of a good pastime, but it turns out that doing it alone sucks out both the fun and what Chakotay thought was beneficial about it. She probably should just give up on the idea entirely.

Being on a starship for so many years with the same hundred other people, so many of whom are your subordinates, must be so stressful! Not even taking into consideration the 'every day we might die'-type of deal the Voyager crew finds itself in. I'm surprised every day that B'Elanna doesn't snap. I think not having the experience of managing a whole department is an interesting difference between Harry and her—and also why he doesn't quite get her reservations here.

Ha, Harry did not think this through. This is easy. She inhales deeply, fixes her gaze on Harry and a smile on her lips. “Alright then,” she says. “Watch this.”

... and then she fails miserably in front of him, lol. In my head this whole scene is called 'B'Elanna slips on a banana peel' and this bit of dialogue is a reflection of that.

“Are books not to your liking, Lieutenant?” Not even a minute inside and Seven is already at it. B’Elanna inhales and exhales, counting to five. “I like reading well enough, I just meant that I don’t think climbing technique is suited to being learned from a book. It’s much easier showing it in person, and trying it out for yourself.”

I love when they get snippy... I don't think Seven ever does this maliciously but she is often way too blunt, and B'Elanna is very defensive by nature. Talking it out is rarely a setup that can work between them, imho.

“I don’t think you will have much trouble with this holoprogram. William Chapman climbs one-handed sometimes, now that he’s recovering from a shoulder injury. He seems to have no problem hanging out with the rest of his bouldering buddies.” Seven’s eyes widen, and she gapes. Whoops, wrong thing to say. “I mean, not that it’s the same situation as yours,” B’Elanna amends. She can feel herself getting tangled up in intricacies she’s not equipped to navigate, so she stands up quickly.

The whole thing about the Borg implants making Seven 'stronger' has always been a bit iffy to me. Sure they may make her more resilient and faster and have better reflexes etc., but also make her interactions with the crew and the ship not easily predictable. Obviously the Borg scifi crap makes this a very imperfect metaphor, but to me there's space to interpret Seven's implants as actual prosthetics that have both pros and cons, so that's what I did in this fic. Climbing gyms were definitely not made with people who use prosthetics in mind, but there absolutely are disabled climbers. Here B'Elanna is afraid of having compared two different situations inappropriately, but in reality Seven is blanking because she's the one who caused Chapman's injuries, as well as having indirectly contributed to Janeway's. The conundrum Seven finds herself in won't be clear to B'Elanna for a while.

B’Elanna sighs, raising the heel of a chalky hand to her forehead. “You generally discuss strategies before and after an attempt. I’m sure there are people who find running commentary useful, but I’m not one of them.”

I hesitate to call what I did in preparation for this fic 'research' on rock climbing, but this is a common refrain when you look for 'rock climbing etiquette'—don't give climbers unwanted advice, especially not as they climb. I feel like this is something Seven would need to be reminded of, her Borg conceit coming through very often in grating ways.

Seven nods, acknowledging her words. “Then I propose structuring the way we exchange information. A game, if you will.” This conversation is going in the wildest directions. B’Elanna crosses her arms on her chest, considering Seven. “I wouldn’t have guessed you’re the type for games.” “You forget that I have been regularly spending time with Naomi Wildman.”

Ha, I'm very fond of this back-and-forth. For one, I wanted Seven to be the one to reach out and try to mend things between them, and second I love her attempts at jokes. B'Elanna isn't usually very impressed by them, but I think Seven sometimes is able to catch her off guard, and this in one of those cases.

Oh, it’s on now. Because of course it is a game, therefore a contest within the larger contest of climbing side by side. Trying to delay its start might very well be an admission of defeat.

Oh she absolutely can't let Seven gain the upper hand, even it means meeting her on the holodeck again :)

Seven is implacable. “Why did you fall?” “I wasn’t strong enough,” B’Elanna grumbles as she pats her legs, with little success in removing the chalk. “We previously agreed that that is not an acceptable answer,” Seven points out.

Here Seven and B'Elanna are bringing their little game one step further. It's a challenge I've seen climbers do with each other, and explicitly avoiding saying stuff like 'not strong enough' was part of it as well. I think B'Elanna would jump to say "I failed because I'm not ___ enough", and I loved writing Seven's exactitude counter that impulse. It's a way in which their respective jagged edges can fit together pretty neatly, and actually help each other grow.

B’Elanna is taken aback. It had not occurred to her that the two of them were fairly equal in more than just climbing ability, but Seven has a point. B’Elanna hates to think of herself as ‘stronger than the average humanoid’—the phrase is just the kind of inaccurate crap that seems to stick perniciously well to Klingons—but she has had her share of strife because of it. She always stood out among humans, especially as a child, when she couldn’t yet tell when people were falsely blaming her and her supposedly superhuman strength to clear themselves of any responsibility. Seven’s situation isn’t exactly the same, it’s more about Seven not having quite figured out how to fine-tune her interactions with others—but then again she’s had what, two years of Borg-free life? B’Elanna doesn’t blame her for wanting a space where she doesn’t have to hold back at all and nothing horrible will happen to the people around her. It explains a few other things, too. “Is this why you accepted to try out this holoprogram with me?” “Yes. And I had not yet found a suitable replacement activity for the Velocity holoprogram.” That’s a candid admission alright. B’Elanna can’t even be mad, she had wanted to find a new gym buddy just as much, hadn’t she? And she only asked Seven because Harry dared her to.

This bit is the heart of the fic. It's B'Elanna seeing Seven... well not exactly for the first time, but with fresh eyes. I know this kind of understanding is its own trope in B7 fic but here I've tried to keep it lowkey. It's a very mundane realization, and the way they admit to each other that they've started climbing together for their own selfish reasons gives them a possibility for a fresh start as well.

“What, because I’m shorter?” B’Elanna sneers. Oh Seven, such an underhanded move. “Hold that thought until I learn to dyno properly—once I can jump from one hold to the next I’m going to destroy you.” Seven’s eyes glint in the fluorescent glow of the gym. “I will endeavor to be prepared for that eventuality. Shall I attempt the last climb of our session?” B’Elanna crosses her arms on her chest. “Be my guest,” she says, and it’s a taunt.

And well, the fresh start is full of connotations :) They don't know it yet and are a ways off from realizing it, but I wanted to write the first hints of the actual attraction developing between them here.

Yes, maybe the disagreements she and Seven have had in the past have been explosive. And very public. But that’s part of the problem, isn’t it? It’s the reason why B’Elanna can’t think of their bouldering sessions as just climbing anymore—it’s also somewhere far away from the crowd, with none of the expectations the rest of the ship puts on them. A place that challenges the both of them so thoroughly that it clears the field from the debris of any of their past interactions, and that leaves B’Elanna exhausted and with a feeling of accomplishment and exhilaration she’s been hard pressed to find in a very, very long time.

The confrontation with Chakotay is a central part of this fic as well because it's the first time B'Elanna is forced to admit that something is happening to her since she started bouldering with Seven. Again, she's not quite there yet—but she's finding that she just likes spending the time on the holodeck, and that it makes her feel more alive than she has in a long time. Good hobbies with good people will do that to you! (ngl, I might've been talking about my own relationship with writing fic as a hobby here.)

I said this before but the theme of 'space' is something I come back to over and over when writing B7, and this isn't the first time I wrote it in a fic. I think B'Elanna and Seven would only be able to connect if they were somehow untethered from the ship and its existing hierarchy and interpersonal dynamics. Here it's the holodeck—perhaps it's the Kira/Dax shipper in me that thinks of holograms as a space where women can realize their mutual attraction, lol.

Chakotay makes a face and fixes his eyes on the bulkhead. “I really don’t want to know what you could possibly mean by that. Nope. Not images I want in my head. Please just keep it in the holodeck.”

I loved having Chakotay immediately jump to the conclusion that if B'Elanna and Seven aren't wrestling in the holodeck then they must be fucking, no matter what B'Elanna said about rock climbing. No other option possible! To be fair, B'Elanna being so sincere with him is not a common occurrence, I bet; it probably means something really earth-shattering is happening behind the doors of Holodeck 1. (And he's not wrong!)

B’Elanna wonders if she’s just created a monster. Falling off the wall from laughing too hard doesn’t seem such a terrible prospect, though.

I'm losing it a little rereading this scene—probably my favorite one to write. B'Elanna and Seven being now comfortable enough with each other that their back and forth is mostly wry joking... Truly the ideal B7 dynamic to me. Here there are also more hints that whatever there is between them is turning into actual attraction—Seven is trying so hard to keep B'Elanna in the holodeck a little longer, and B'Elanna is noticing Seven's physicality more and more. I tried to not make the latter part too trite, though—what B'Elanna notices about Seven is the way she lets herself appear 'less than perfect' in order to keep up with B'Elanna, and the way she's obviously becoming stronger.

Seven shakes her head. “I share your discomfort with the custom.”

“Is this because one of your dates ended up in sickbay?” B’Elanna teases.

Seven sighs, rather theatrically. “Is your disillusionment due to the end of your relationship with Tom Paris?” she deadpans.

I rewatched “Someone To Watch Over Me” recently and boy do I hate that episode—yet this fic assume its events have happened fairly recently! But I couldn't pass the opportunity to link Chapman's injuries to Seven's issues with interacting with the rest of the crew. And I still made my point against the episode anyway here—what allows Seven to understand whatever 'dating' is for (and that it's not something she cares for) is a frank discussion with B'Elanna, rather than any of the Doctor's methods.

B’Elanna is not dense. Of course the possibility had crossed her mind before—how could it not, with the kind of intense feelings Seven always seems to stoke in her? They’ve traded rivalry for friendly competition, but the all-consuming quality of their interactions hasn’t changed. It doesn’t take much of a leap to get from there to unfulfilled sexual tension.

Originally this scene was very different, it would've involved Tom making an off-hand comment about B'Elanna and Seven spending so much time together and B'Elanna realizing that she doesn't mind the implications so much (and replying to Tom in kind). It came too close to character-bashing though, and that's boring. I liked having B'Elanna trying to be pragmatic about the crush she's so obviously nursing now, and which she hates having with every fibre of her being.

It’s as if the gravity plating had suddenly reversed its polarity, and B’Elanna had no way to stop walking on the ceiling. It’s impossible for her to hear Seven’s gravelly voice greeting her in front of the holodeck door without a shiver. Whenever Seven is spotting her, or helping her up, B’Elanna is painfully aware of every square centimeter of skin that’s in contact with Seven’s. Half of their sessions is following closely from below as the other puts all of her skill and effort into reaching the top—B’Elanna’s mouth has never felt drier than when watching Seven hoisting herself up on an overhang, deltoid muscles conspicuous as she competently pivots her whole body to the next hold. The frustration of being reduced to a mass of unfulfilled wants makes B’Elanna climb so sloppily in comparison and every time she’s back on the mat there Seven is, relentlessly asking ‘why did you fall?’.

I really do love this paragraph. The experience of a crush is so intense, and so annoying when you're over 25. B'Elanna would be so frustrated by it, and it was very funny to lay out that frustration. imho B'Elanna is a pretty closed off person both emotionally and physically; it's hard for her to live as truly connected, 'in' the world. But suddenly she's acquiring all this sensory information almost against her own will, all because of a crush emotional red alert. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once. I absolutely think she loves Seven's voice (relatable), and in other fic I've talked about her having distinct associations for the way Seven smells, so it's... a bit of a theme.

“B’Elanna,” Seven cries out from behind her. “What is it that you’re practicing right now?”

One of the comments on this fic rightly recognized this as the turning point—Seven here is kind of panicking and doing a bit of a hail mary, but it's the right thing to say, and it snaps B'Elanna right out of the self-recrimination spiral she was in. They've gotten to know each other pretty well over the course of the fic, and this both allows Seven to remind B'Elanna of a genuine moment of connection, and for her part B'Elanna doesn't really doubt Seven's intentions, even if she's taken aback.

B’Elanna laughs. She has to, because Seven is still so unmistakably herself even as her poise is showing cracks. B’Elanna finds out then and there that she would not have Seven any other way, occasional condescension included—B’Elanna can and will always give her tit for tat. And there are so, so many new exciting possibilities for retaliation now.

There sure are :) The Voyager crew doesn't know yet what hit them, with B'Elanna and Seven getting together... <3

[enchantedlandcoffee]

"When eating a banana, it should be done in private. Never make eye contact with someone whilst eating a banana, it's a mistake!" - Harry Styles

[thy-fucks-runneth-dry]

Um, dois, três, quatro

No quick head in my bed I can't have that

I want that long neck not talking giraffe neck

Ain't no laying down man we 'bout to have late fun

I'm 'bout to make your balls stick up like space buns

Want your dick soaked? Place it down my throat

Tongue tickle yo' dick but not telling a joke

Peddle in this pussy that's how you rock a boat

It get live in this pussy, I'm not talking Periscope

In the sheets I am a bully

Give more head than a hoodie

Every time you make me cum it look just like vanilla pudding

Sit on yo face all day until you say, "Bae, it hurt me"

Then I turn around and give the dick more kisses than Hershey's

Yo' dick brick-hard like a medal (uh)

I got three holes for it like a pretzel (mhm)

Tight as a virgin boy don't get nervous (tight)

I'm here to serve you customer service (right)

I save dick by giving it CPR

(I save dick by giving it CPR, yes)

Put my mouth on it like CPR

(Let's make porn and watch it on VCR)

I think we should fuck up in every zip code

It would make my pussy wetter than a fishbowl

Pussy a kitty cat, I pet it like a pet

I fuck doggy style so much I need to go to the vet

Hotbox? More like a scorching pussy

Open this coochie up like a fortune cookie

Yo' banana in my mouth watch my tongue go ape

Yo' dick getting more blows than a birthday cake

When I'm near it, no, I don't fear it

Licking on that penis like a letter when I seal it

Today way wetter than my past slob

And if you unemployed, I can give you a ass job

Pussy already wet don't need no lube ointment

Dick twisting in my stomach like food poisoning

That's how you know when you hit the spot

I'll make your pants unzip more than Ziploc

Yo' dick brick-hard like a medal (uh)

I got three holes for it like a pretzel (mhm)

Tight as a virgin boy don't get nervous (tight)

I'm here to serve you customer service (right)

I save dick by giving it CPR

(I save dick by giving it CPR, yes)

Put my mouth on it like CPR

(Let's make porn and watch it on VCR)

Anything goes when you up in my hole

Dirty panties from the sex, yeah, I got me some loads

Listen, I'm the most explicit

Long stick inside my river but we not going fishing

Know what to do every time you have a horrible day

I'll eat that sausage all day like it's Memorial Day

I'm talking BBQ sauce and mustard on it

And the mayonnaise comes when you bust right on it

Name anything freaky and you know I'm 'bout that shit

Only time I'm not on the dick is when I'm 'bout to shit

Pubic hairs all in my mouth, not again

So when I suck yo' dick now, I use bobby pins

Who need a gym when you got dick to work you out?

I want my face to lose weight so stroke my mouth

And any time my pussy wanna be hairy like Harry Potter

Becky with the good hair is what you could call her

Let's get it

A little faster

A little more

Right there

Give it to me now

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

(Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)

Ur speed running getting block I swear fr lmao

[harryssyndrome]

The Enemy: 2 | Recovery

Pairing: Harry Styles (AU) x OC

Word Count: 1.1k

SERIES MASTER-LIST | MASTER-POST

Home - July 24th, 1944 - 08:16 am - Syracuse, Italy.

Kate was asleep on the chair by the bed of the man who was still a stranger and still hasn't woken up yet in these 48 hours, until he finally did in this moment. He groaned in pain, making Kate jolt up from her dream less sleep and sit by his side, soothe him as he tries to sit, hissing in process. Kate helps him to semi-sit and tell him to take it easy or he might open the stitches and that he is safe.

"Where am I? Who are you?" The green eyed man asked with worry visible on his face. He was changed into a pink color night suit with black polka dots. Kate was seeing them for the first time and it was the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen but she wondered she should feel this way for an enemy.

"I'm Kate Romano. We found you washed up by the shoreline in very badly damaged conditions, so we took you in our house and treated you. It's a miracle you survived. Ah... you're in Italy. You’re save, no one knows about you. " She completed.

He takes a moment to let the news sink in as she patiently waits. "Why d-did you save me?" His voice broke. Kate felt something breaking inside her, "I couldn't leave you there to die." Her voice sounded small, "my friend asked me the same question? Why am I saving you, even after knowing who you are, but being in war wasn't your choice, no one wants a river full of blood and rain only for cleaning it. No man wants to be away from his family, his loved ones. It's not your fault that the world is divided then why should you pay for it?" She completes with a slim smile.

"Didn't you think of the consequences for helping me?"

"I did... but I don't care. I have no regrets, I did not do anything wrong in saving you. You deserve to live. Now enough of this... don't worry about me. I'm glad you are doing well as you are finally awake. I was starting to get worried. What would you like have for breakfast stranger?" She puns as he returns a grin.

"Anything is fine." And Kate thinks that he was being hesitant so she tried again by saying there must be something with him as there no dish called "anything" and then he said some pancakes will work. Excited she claps her hands and says she would make her special pancakes. Kate had almost closed the door when she half opens it again, head peaking "Will you be able to get up or breakfast in bed sounds good?"

"Can I join you?"

"Sure! do you need help in getting up to freshen up stranger?"

"I think I will be okay" The man politely declined, Kate nodded while the man slowly tries rise from the bed,

"How long will you keep calling me stranger?"

"Until you're comfortable enough to tell me your name, if you ever wish to" how understanding she was, she cannot have any bad intentions, the man thought. Kate saw the man struggling to get on his feet so she offered her hand to help him with her signature sweet smile.

"I'm Harry" the man reveals his name. It suited him Kate thinks, beautiful as he was.

"Well Harry, it seems like you'll need me" Kate says referring to help.

While Harry was getting fresh, Kate quickly prepared the breakfast for three of them. She was arranging the table when Rave came in yawing and sleepy eyes as Kate hugged her "Good Morning Sleepyhead!" And whispers "He's awake" Rave pulled apart, wide eyed whisper yells it back "He's what!", Kate playfully gave a side eye as she returned back to what she what. They sat in silence, Rave started to eat while Kate waited for Harry to join.

When he arrived he stood there hesitant "Harry?" but then he joined after she called him. Kate served him pancakes and asked if he wanted some honey but he politely refused. She later asked him if the pancakes were good and he replied that he indeed liked them - he liked this new banana pancake recipe, he told that her mother really made this one before. He was slowly mixing up with Rave as well. The girls now knew that Harry had a elder sister, Gemma, he lived with his mother, Anne. He told them he lived in London and his other four friends were also drafted into the battlefield though they wanted to form a boy band.

He doesn't know why but he felt safe in sharing all these personal details about his life. And it was not one way, the girls were also open to him in telling him about their lives, Rave had siblings while Kate was the only child to her parents. Rave jokes in between saying he could be an amazing actor to her movie: she sometimes worked on script as a hobby, they laughed it off.

While Rave and Harry was chatting, Kate went to her room to grab the medication as it was time after the afternoon dose. After some time Harry felt sleepy as the result of meds so Kate had him sent back to bed even because he can't exhaust himself too much in his given state.

"Your boyfriend is really nice!"

"Tha-what?"

"I can see the hearts in your eyes" she replied with mischievous smile.

"Oh shut up! Don’t mock me! You know he won't see me that way and he will leave one day soon." Hurt evident in her voice.

"But the important thing is to get him out here safely. You know what these people could do to him or even us for that matter. He deserves to be with his family and live his dreams. We need to find a way and make sure no one can know about him." She continued.

"My brother can be of help. He's with intelligence agency." Rave suggested.

"I hope he doesn't get in trouble for helping us"

"Don't worry, everything's gonna be alright. No one will know." Rave gives her best friend a hug.

"I hope."

The girls didn't knew that Harry was awake and listening the whole conversation, worried and scared about the future outcome if he would make it back home and thinking about the fact he may have to feel Kate behind because he can't have her; what would happen to her after he's gone?

A/N: Guess what's gonna happen next and let me know in the comments. Will everything would be okay or it's the start of something else? Reblog and likes are appreciated!💗

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[oksfranta]

never make eye contact while eating a banana

-Harry Styles in the year 2023

[mychampagne-mybubbles]

Harry Styles • LOT Europe • Horsens • 13.05.2023

Harry wearing orange & baby blue shirtless suit • “is this gay enough?” • Stockholm Syndrome • Thomas & Harry shirt • Trumpets • YMCA • Grapejuice • H loves love & Erin’s husband is still playing in the band • Fineline • Banana song • “Never make eye contact whilst eating a banana.” • Kiwi

[littlemissgeminivenus]

tag some people you want to get to know better

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song stuck in my head: daylight by taylor swift! ☀️

last song i listened to: live forever by the highwaymen (i <3 outlaw deep voice cowboy country)

three favourite foods: the grouper tacos from the place at the beach on the bay my family always eats at called the angler; an everything bagel w/chicken salad and lettuce/tomato; and … hmm banana bread probably esp warm out of the oven

last thing i googled: a website that lets u see where asteroids with the names of people in your life fall on your birth chart bc astrology!! it was. of course. goosebump inducing bc birth chart accuracy 👀

dream trip: i want to travel everywhere but rn i keep thinking abt california & also amsterdam for some reason

anything i want right now: the dark green adidas sambas bc i am a whore for anything harry styles does or wears or says and so i want the satellite stompers in my favorite color (i know none of these words are in the bible)