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fed-erratas 2 days ago
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healthy-takes-time a day ago
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Seasoned pork chops, green beans, baked potato, and mashed cauliflower 馃槏
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succdale 11 hours ago
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The Americans - 5x08 - Immersion
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winslowat3am 6 months ago
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Window flowers 鈾
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thebluesthour 2 months ago
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Anna Atkins鈥 quietly ethereal cyanotypes (algae and seaweed)
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wyrmes 7 months ago
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ijaazat a year ago
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pink? pink <33
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line-on-the-sand 3 months ago
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Line On The Sand.
Rp Promo
This took place a few weeks after this Observing Scene.
Researcher's note: Trust me. The last few days before this ended terribly.
Picture this:
You are minding your own business. You are somewhere close or not too far from a sandy area (or a rubble if there's no sand around). Suddenly, two people can be seen falling from the sky, crash landing on the area. When the dust clears, you can see them wrestling with each other. It's not looking pretty.
One is a female covered in dead leaves, thorns and bruises. The other is a male with scars all over his arms and a few around his body.
You have no choice but to stop them. They definitely need someone to stop them.
@fandomsandwriting1 @ask-king-bowser @ask-liam-and-co @ask-the-anonymous-army @thepersonaking56 @hoshi-neko-hikari @welcome-to-technopolis @bowserjrthecoolkoopa @everyone else (please don't mind me tagging you guys)
*Crossovers are encouraged
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thoradvice a year ago
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it's so easy to deny yourself basic things, like food and sleep, in order to punish yourself. but you deserve better. you deserve tasty foods that make you smile, to sleep in and go to bed early, to be warm and cozy. you never have to "earn" that. you deserve all of that and more just by existing. you're allowed to be kind to yourself. kindness is brave.
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demxnscous 3 months ago
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the bsf!au has me by the throat y鈥檃ll
wc: 0.2k
pairings: high school!suna x gn!reader
contains: past memory, bestfriend!suna, awkward suna, implied pining, he鈥檚 got a secret crush, suppressed feelings, sibling antics
[more about bestfriend!suna here]
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鈥淚 think my brother has a crush on鈥斺
You don鈥檛 hear the rest as Suna clasps a hand over his younger sister鈥檚 mouth. His eyes are wide, panicked, as are hers; though, for different reasons.
Settled in front of his sister on the floor, you look between the siblings, hand poised above a math problem you had been helping her with.
Suna offers a small, strained smile. 鈥淪he likes to say stuff to get a reaction out of people.鈥
His sister frowns, before sticking her tongue against his hand. Suna鈥檚 face quickly shifts to that of disgust as he wipes his palm over her face.
The siblings continue their snide bickering until you clear your throat. They pause, turning to you with eerily similar expressions.
鈥淩in, do you like someone?鈥 you ask, and it鈥檚 a question out of genuine curiosity. Honestly, you wanted to know what his sister might鈥檝e said if he hadn鈥檛 stopped her.
鈥淣o,鈥 he says, at the same time his sister shouts, 鈥淵es.鈥
The arguing begins anew.
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mariuslindvik 2 months ago
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#bfu supernatural rewatch until ghost files airs : season 2
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buckys 4 months ago
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Chris Pine and Chris Evans being each other鈥檚 impostor 馃ぁ
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kiyoomis 11 months ago
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top 10 Haikyuu!! moments that made me gasp in awe (and replay several times) 嗖モ苦播
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meetmymouth 27 days ago
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three鈥檚 company, ii.
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pairing: harry styles x florence pugh x reader warnings: polyamory relationship, mature themes, oral (m/f receiving), minors dni wc: 6k+
part one.
鈥淗ey, I鈥檓 Harry Styles,鈥 Harry smiles at the camera. He turns to you, sitting in the middle of him and Florence.
鈥淚鈥檓 Y/N鈥 Y/L/N.鈥
鈥淎nd I鈥檓 Florence鈥︹ she looks at you, mimicking your pause. 鈥淧ugh.鈥
The crew member nods from next to the camera man, and Harry takes it over.
鈥淎nd this is our autocomplete interview!鈥 Jazz hands.
Florence rolls her eyes while you wink at the camera, and in a few minutes, Florence is being given a cardboard that has your name on it, the questions asked covered in white tape.
Does Y/N Y/L/N鈥
鈥淒oes Y/N Y/L/N鈥︹ Florence starts, pursing her plump lips which you have to stop staring at. 鈥淒rive?鈥 She finishes, turning to you and Harry copies her, then lets out a laugh.
You turn to him, hitting his chest. 鈥淚 do鈥 can drive, thank you very much.鈥
鈥淵eah, very badly,鈥 he adds, leaning his head on your shoulder. 鈥淰ery鈥 very badly.鈥
鈥淗ey!鈥
鈥淚 think she鈥檚 fine,鈥 Florence shrugs, the air shifting in the room for some reason.
Harry is not having any of it. 鈥淢aybe it鈥檚 because you drive just as badly, Florence.鈥
They decide to stop filming whilst you all argue and bicker back and forth, making the crew members laugh and smile at the interaction.
When the camera is back on, the blonde takes off yet another strip of tape.
鈥淒oes Y/N Y/L/N have a boyfriend鈥 ooh!鈥
鈥淚 don鈥檛!鈥 It comes easy to you.
Harry, feeling comfortable and lucky enough, brings his right foot next to yours as your shoes touch, away from all the eyes and the cameras, and you smile.
鈥淣ext one, then,鈥 Florence removes another tape. 鈥淒oes Y/N Y/L/N cry on set鈥 ha! These are good.鈥
Harry laughs. 鈥淭ake it away, Y/N.鈥
鈥淯m,鈥 you clear your throat. 鈥淚 did鈥 once! And for some reason, Harry Styles thought it would be funny to post it on his Twitter.鈥
Florence places her hand on your thigh, though due to the amount of people in the room, you shake your leg, and her hand falls.
She doesn鈥檛 say or do anything.
鈥淵ou were trending,鈥 Harry says, and that鈥檚 that.
Does Harry Styles鈥
鈥淗arry Styles鈥︹ you read, removing the tape. 鈥淔all.鈥
Harry slaps his forehead, and you both laugh. 鈥淣ot the best moment of my career,鈥 the crew laughs along with you girls on either side of him. 鈥淲hich is why I have a song called Falling.鈥
鈥淲e get it,鈥 Florence rolls. 鈥淵ou sing.鈥
鈥淥kay,鈥 removing another tape. 鈥淗arry Styles鈥 girlfriends, or boyfriends?鈥 You add to the question, turning to him with wiggled eyebrows. 鈥淗ow many have you got, mate?鈥
A beat of silence. 鈥淣one, I鈥檓 afraid. No partners.鈥
鈥淗m,鈥 Florence shrugs. 鈥淭hat wasn鈥檛 exciting, at all.鈥
鈥淩eally?鈥
鈥淵eah. You鈥檙e boring,鈥 she turns to you. 鈥淣ext.鈥
You nod, hands going up to remove yet-another-strip. 鈥淗arry Styles鈥 movies鈥 oh! I know this one!鈥
Florence laughs. 鈥淵ou sound excited.鈥
鈥淒unkirk,鈥 you start, counting your fingers. Harry places his fingers over yours, and helps you count, nodding. 鈥淢y Policeman, and Don鈥檛 Worry Darling.鈥
鈥淵ou forgot Infinity War,鈥 Florence chimes in.
鈥淲ell,鈥 Harry shrugs. 鈥淚t was a small part, anyway.鈥
You laugh. 鈥淎n Avengers film nonetheless. I guess I鈥檓 the only one here who hasn鈥檛 worked with Marvel,鈥 you shrug, making an act of wiping an imaginary tear as Harry lets out a cackle.
He places his hand on your thigh and squeezes a very brief moment before letting go. 鈥淚t鈥檚 okay, maybe you鈥檙e meant for something bigger, Y/L/N.鈥
You shake your head, and place your head on his shoulder. 鈥淚t鈥檚 Marvel.鈥
You guys move on, adjusting the cardboard in your hand.
Florence reaches to remove another strip. 鈥淲hat a satisfying noise, by the way.鈥
You nod. 鈥淎greed.鈥
She clears her throat, and you鈥檙e sure the camera pans into Harry鈥檚 nervous face.
鈥淲hat鈥 Harry Styles鈥 wait鈥撯 Florence furrows her brows, and you can鈥檛 help but look at her pouty lips that come with it. You shake it off, and smile at the camera as Harry chuckles beside you. 鈥淲hat are Harry Styles fans called?鈥 Florence reads the question fully, and throws the strip over her head, making both of you watch the little paper disappear.
鈥淗mm,鈥 Harry hums.
鈥淎ren鈥檛 they called Directioners?鈥 You say with a dead serious look in your face.
It takes everyone a moment before everyone bursts into laughter.
鈥淕ood one,鈥 Florence extends her fist, and you both fistbump before Harry moves from next to you, and swats both your hands away.
鈥淭his is about me,鈥 he says, looking at you pointedly, but the smile on his face says otherwise. 鈥淭hey鈥檙e鈥 I guess they call themselves 鈥楬arries鈥.鈥
鈥淪o wait,鈥 you say. 鈥淚f your fans are called 鈥楬arries鈥, what are Niall Horan鈥檚 fans called?鈥
Harry rolls his eyes, knowing the on-going joke of you and having a platonic crush on Niall Horan.
鈥淟et鈥檚 not,鈥 Florence mutters, and Harry nods, completely ignoring you for the sake of the cameras.
She rips out another strip of paper.
鈥淚s Harry Styles鈥 American?鈥 Florence reads, and everybody in the studio laughs.
Harry groans. 鈥淲ho鈥 why?鈥
鈥淛ust in case his weird accent hasn鈥檛 given him away,鈥 you nod to the camera. 鈥淗e鈥檚 from England.鈥
鈥淭o be fair,鈥 Florence purses her lips, and crosses one leg over the other. You look up at her face. 鈥淵ou don鈥檛 have a strong English accent.鈥
鈥淣either do you!鈥 Harry argues back.
They did do that a lot, bicker back and forth, and it always made you laugh.
In this case, you couldn鈥檛 do the thing you did whenever they argued because of the cameras. Instead, you place your hands on both their chests to stop their bickering.
鈥淕uys鈥 guys,鈥 you laugh. 鈥淲e have a job to do.鈥
鈥淚 can鈥檛 believe you made fun of my accent,鈥 Harry mutters under his breath.
Florence looks up from the little board in your hands, and gives him a smirk before ripping yet-another one. 鈥淗ow was Harry Styles鈥 discovered?鈥
鈥淗m,鈥 Harry nods, flicking his hair back. 鈥淚 was on the X Factor. I guess鈥 that鈥檚 what happened.鈥
鈥淭hat鈥檚 it?鈥 You look to your side, giving him a puzzled look. 鈥淵ou sure do love talking.鈥
鈥淪o, I was on the X Factor. They made me change two songs because some other contestant was going to sing the ones I initially chose鈥撯
Florence gasps. 鈥溾揧ou weren鈥檛 singing 鈥業sn鈥檛 She Lovely鈥 initially?鈥
鈥淣ope.鈥
鈥淲hat were your first choices?鈥
鈥淲ell鈥 they make you choose a couple. Mine was 鈥業sn鈥檛 She Lovely鈥, of course, and I can鈥檛 remember the other two but I guess one was a Billy Joel song.鈥
Does Florence Pugh鈥
Harry lets out a whistle when they hand him Florence鈥檚 board. You turn more towards him so that you can peel the strips off.
Florence coughs into her fist. 鈥淚鈥檓 nervous鈥 why am I nervous?鈥
You turn your face to where she鈥檚 seated next to you, and send her a smile, almost forgetting where you are when she looks you in the eye with the same look she gives you whenever you three are on your own.
鈥淲hy?鈥 You say, still smiling.
鈥淚 don鈥檛 know. Just鈥撯 she nods. 鈥溾揕et鈥檚 start.鈥
鈥淒oes Florence Pugh鈥 have a twin?鈥 You read, and Harry lets out a chuckle.
鈥淚 do not have a twin,鈥 Florence says, looking at the camera. 鈥淏ut people on Instagram apparently created this meme of blonde me and ginger-haired me where they think the ginger one is my鈥 more vibrant twin.鈥
鈥淚 remember seeing one!鈥 You laugh.
鈥淏ut yeah,鈥 she nods. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 have a twin. I have three siblings.鈥
鈥淥kay,鈥 you clear your throat, and remove another strip, looking at Harry for him to read the question.
He gets the memo.
鈥淒oes Florence Pugh and Zach Braff friend? Wow, that鈥檚 a sentence,鈥 Harry clears his throat, clearly nervous and uncomfortable with the name being mentioned.
You turn to him, and move your foot closer to him, and he gives you a small nod before you start talking, not waiting for Florence to respond to the question.
鈥淔irst of all,鈥 you say, flipping your hair back. 鈥淕rammar.鈥
Florence looks at you. 鈥淲hat鈥檚 second?鈥
鈥淚 didn鈥檛 think that far ahead鈥 take it away, Flo.鈥
鈥淥kay, well,鈥 she gives you a look, and you know she鈥檚 as uncomfortable as both of you. 鈥淶ach and I are friends, yes.鈥
鈥淥-kay!鈥 Harry chirps. 鈥淟et鈥檚 keep going. Does Florence Pugh鈥 cook?鈥
She smiles, clearly happy that the attention has shifted onto something else. 鈥淚 do!鈥
鈥淪he鈥檚 the best cook I know,鈥 you nod, smiling down at her.
鈥淲hat about me?鈥
You turn to Harry, and look him up and down. 鈥淵ou never cooked for me, Harry.鈥
鈥淲hen did Florence cook for you?鈥 Harry presses, knowing full-well when and how she cooked for the both of you.
You shrug. 鈥淪orry,鈥 you say. 鈥淚鈥檓 not allowed to disclose any more information at this time.鈥
He moves onto another question as you rip the strip. 鈥淒oes Florence Pugh鈥 like Y/N Y/L/N? Hah!鈥 Harry lets out a cackle, and you both turn to him with puzzled expressions as the people around you laugh.
鈥淯h,鈥 Florence laughs, though you know it鈥檚 a nervous one. 鈥淚 do like Y/N Y/L/N, she鈥檚 awesome.鈥
You turn to her, and smile. 鈥淭hanks.鈥
鈥淵ou鈥檙e welcome,鈥 she whispers, and it feels as though the time has stopped, and it鈥檚 just the two of you gazing at one another.
鈥淚 like Y/N Y/L/N, too,鈥 Harry interrupts the moment, and you turn to him with a smile.
鈥淭hanks, I like you, too. Sometimes.鈥
You leave the studio with Florence and Harry following behind, your stylists and managers walking close behind as the driver opens the door to the SUV and you all get in, and you watch as the others get into a different SUV parked behind yours.
You sniff, suddenly feeling too cold and tired, and your hand goes up to your hair, itching the product away before Harry reaches for your hand, and places a water bottle between your fingers.
You smile, and take a sip before extending the bottle so that Florence can take a sip, too, like she normally would. But, instead, she shakes her head, and takes her headphones from her tote, and puts them on, clearly not in the mood to deal with the two of you. You raise your eyebrows, and turn to Harry, seeing the same look on his face.
He shrugs, and takes a bottle for himself. 鈥淭hat was fun,鈥 he says, closing the lid before turning to his manager who sits on his right.
You sigh, and lean back in your seat, but can鈥檛 help but steal glances at Florence, seeing her close her eyes as soon as you turn to her.
It hurts, and you can鈥檛 help but take it personally.
So, knowing you can trust Harry鈥檚 manager and your stylist, you place your hand on her bare knee, stroking the cold skin with your thumb, but she does something that makes you frown even harder.
She moves her knee, crosses one leg over the other, and your hand falls.
You take out your phone, and find her contact, knowing she won鈥檛 talk to you at the moment.
What鈥檚 going on?
I鈥檓 tired.
??? You鈥檙e ignoring me.
Sorry not everything is about you. Just tired.
You don鈥檛 respond to that. Instead, you look through Instagram, like a few photos, then move onto Twitter. You smile at a few tweets mentioning you and Florence鈥檚 鈥榝riendship鈥, though can鈥檛 help the heavy feeling in your chest when you remember how cold she has been. You try to think back to the day, trying to come up with something you have said, or done to cause the change in her attitude towards you. You wonder if she felt the same anger towards Harry, or if you could even call it 鈥榓nger鈥, seeing how she insisted on calling it exhaustion.
You arrive back at the hotel, where everyone鈥檚 supposed to pack their bags and go home for the night before tomorrow鈥檚 busy schedule. You walk beside Harry, despite waiting a few seconds after getting out of the car for Florence to catch up to you, but she never does. She takes her time, and with her headphones still on head, she waits for you to walk ahead before following. You shrug, and catch up to Harry before bidding 鈥榮ee you鈥檚 to your and his manager, and you walk into the lift, pressing the button so that it waits for Florence as well.
It鈥檚 just the three of you now, and the silence, you鈥檙e sure, is killing both yourself, and Harry.
Harry's the first one to break.
He reaches, and takes Florence鈥檚 headphones off of her, and Florence startles before frowning, an angry look following close behind.
鈥淲hat the fuck?鈥 She fixes her hair, and places a strand behind her ear. 鈥淕ive it back.鈥
鈥淣o.鈥
鈥淗arry,鈥 she mutters, though it鈥檚 enough for you to reach for the headphones in Harry鈥檚 hand.
You try to take it, and give it to her, but Harry鈥檚 not having it. Instead of letting you have it, he moves his hand, and you look up.
鈥淗arry,鈥 you mimic Florence.
鈥淣o, Y/N, Florence needs to stop being a dickhead and communicate what the fuck is wrong with her,鈥 Harry sends a nod your way, and you gulp, stealing glances at a very bored-looking Florence.
Bored, and annoyed.
鈥淚 am not being a dickhead just because I don鈥檛 want to talk,鈥 she bites back, once again reaching for her headphones.
Harry refuses to let it go.
鈥淲hat鈥檚 your problem?鈥
鈥淣othing.鈥
She watches them both stare at each other, and just when Harry opens his mouth, the doors to the lift opens and Florence is the first one to get out, leaving them behind鈥 but not before she snatches the headphones from Harry鈥檚 hands.
鈥淛ust, leave her,鈥 you mutter, following behind Florence.
鈥淚鈥檓 not鈥 you can鈥檛 let her treat us like that because she wrote and played a villain story of us in her head,鈥 Harry shakes his head, and slows down so you can walk side by side.
You stop in front of your own hotel room, and watch Florence already taking out her card before she shows it to the door, and goes inside without a glance or a word.
鈥淚鈥檓 just鈥撯 you sigh, trying to find your own card in your backpack. 鈥溾揑 think she鈥檚 just overwhelmed and tired,鈥 the door reads the card, and it opens with a click before you walk in, Harry following without a word. 鈥淓specially after that Zach question.鈥
Harry sighs, watching you walk into the bathroom to take off your makeup. 鈥淵/N,鈥 he mumbles. 鈥淭hat doesn鈥檛 give her the right to treat us like shit.鈥
鈥淓veryone has a bad day, H.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 just鈥 I wish she could communicate more鈥 tell us what鈥檚 on her mind. I don鈥檛 like her silent treatments.鈥
You place the cotton pad down, and turn to him. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 like this鈥 it鈥檚 like we鈥檙e talking behind her back.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 just saying.鈥
鈥淲e鈥檒l talk to her later. Again,鈥 you sigh, fingers working the cotton pad as you wipe the remnants of your makeup.
The knock on the door startles the both of you, and Harry rolls his eyes before reaching a hand and opening the door since he was already close to it. You walk outside the bathroom to see the mystery person, though the glare Florence is giving at the both of you makes you stop in your tracks, cotton pad still between your fingers.
鈥淔lo?鈥
She turns to you, clearly not wanting to look at Harry any longer. Harry looks like he feels the same.
鈥淵ou know what?鈥 Florence places her hand on her hip. 鈥淔uck both of you.鈥
鈥淗ey, hey!鈥 Harry closes the door before she can leave, and you can only stay put and watch the both of them give each other dirty looks before Harry starts talking. 鈥淲ill you stop being a child and tell us what鈥檚 wrong?鈥
鈥淎 child? Because I鈥檓 the one going behind your backs, right?鈥 She says, leaning back against the door, hands clasped in front of her like she always does when bored.
You raise your eyebrows, thinking she鈥檚 heard Harry talk about her just earlier. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e鈥 you鈥檝e been acting weird, Flo,鈥 you murmur, and look down at the dirty cotton pads.
Harry leans back against the vanity. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e avoiding us, not talking to us and basically being mean for no reason when all we wanted was to talk. What鈥檚 going on?鈥 He murmurs the last bit, voice suddenly velvety compared to how he was a moment ago: rushed and stern.
Florence sighs, though you can tell she鈥檚 still got her guard up. 鈥淚 feel鈥 I felt like an idiot. Still do.鈥
鈥淲hy?鈥 You ask, walking closer, but still keeping your distance just in case.
鈥淏ecause, I wish you two would鈥檝e come clean about it鈥 told me what鈥檚 going on instead of me putting two and two together. I鈥檓 not a child, okay? I can handle it.鈥
鈥淗andle what?鈥 Harry asks, brows furrowed. 鈥淲hat are you on about?鈥
鈥淗andle you two fucking behind my back,鈥 she glares at him, voice feeling like thorns against your skin.
You startle at that. 鈥淲hat?鈥
Harry, though, lets out a laugh, making you both send a glare his way.
鈥淗arry鈥撯 You ask him to stop.
鈥淔lo, love,鈥 Harry walks over to her, and strokes the side of her face despite the glaring contest Florence has got going on. 鈥淲here did you get that from?鈥
Florence gulps, tries to move away from Harry鈥檚 touch, but Harry doesn鈥檛 let her. Instead, he places his forehead against hers and you smile, bite your bottom lip at the tenderness of the whole thing.
鈥淚t was obvious,鈥 Florence turns to you, a defeated look on her face.
鈥淵eah but Flo,鈥 you decide to join in. 鈥淲e鈥檙e not doing anything behind your back.鈥
鈥淐ome on,鈥 she laughs, though it鈥檚 a bitter one. 鈥淚 saw the way you were looking at her,鈥 she turns to Harry. 鈥淵ou want to fuck her.鈥
鈥淚 want to fuck both of you!鈥 Harry shouts.
鈥淵ou pushed my hand away,鈥 she says, pointedly, looking at you.
鈥淚 did? I didn鈥檛 even realise I was doing such a thing, Flo.鈥
鈥淚 just鈥撯 she looks down, and Harry walks back, giving her some space. 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry.鈥
鈥淵ou should talk to us,鈥 Harry whispers, reaching for her hand. 鈥淚nstead of ignoring us like that.鈥
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry for being rude,鈥 she sighs. She looks up from her shoes, and immediately reaches for you, and you let her interlock your fingers. 鈥淚 was jealous.鈥
You smile, and stroke the back of her hand with your thumb. 鈥淵ou do not have to be. No one would go behind your back like that鈥 none of us would.鈥
鈥淚 know鈥 deep down, I do know that. I was just jealous and鈥 no offence Harry, but Y/N鈥檚 been like the it girl right now. It felt like I had to fight you for her attention.鈥
鈥淥h, Flo,鈥 Harry shakes his head, and leans in, and presses a kiss on her nose. She smiles, and you do, too, seeing their sweet interaction. 鈥淵ou both are so important to me. This relationship is not just me and Y/N, or you and her. It鈥檚 the three of us. We鈥檙e in this together.鈥
Florence nods. 鈥淚 know, I鈥檓 sorry, guys.鈥
You shake your head, and reach for her face to kiss her forehead. She smiles, leaning into the touch. 鈥淚t鈥檚 okay. I鈥檓 glad we talked about this.鈥
鈥淵eah,鈥 she nods once more. 鈥淚 am, too. I鈥檓 glad Harry hasn鈥檛 stolen you.鈥
鈥淗ey!鈥 Harry butts in. 鈥淲hy is it me the one stealing鈥 why can鈥檛 it be the other way around?鈥
Both girls turn to him, eyebrows raised, and he can鈥檛 do anything but shrug before you burst into laughter. 聽
Harry smiles, looking down at the both of you before he leans in, and presses his lips against Florence鈥檚. You watch them with a smile on your face, and reach to stroke Florence鈥檚 arm, feeling her respond to your touch as much as she鈥檚 responding to Harry鈥檚. She lets you squeeze her hand a few times, and when Harry stops, Florence surges forward, and puts her lips on yours, captivating your mouth in a mouth-bruising kiss. You know the kiss echoes 鈥榮orry鈥檚 and 鈥業鈥檓 glad we鈥檙e here, together鈥, so you let her place her hands on your waist, and walk you backwards towards the bed.
You open your eyes for a short moment to see where Harry is, and it makes you smile how she鈥檚 got her hand in his, and is guiding him to the bed as well.
Harry grabs her by the waist, and pushes her down, making her sit on the bed as you stand awkwardly for a second before Harry鈥檚 hand finds your back, and he strokes for a moment before turning his attention to you.
鈥淲hy don鈥檛 we show her how much we care about her, Y/N?鈥 Harry says, smiling down at Florence.
You nod at no one in particular, even though you don鈥檛 know what he wants from you. Florence looks up to you, eyes nearly shut, and you smile down at her before you swoop in, and help her lay down on the bed, before she looks up at Harry, as if to get permission. He bites his bottom lip, and smiles, while nodding.
鈥淕o on, love,鈥 Harry whispers. 鈥淜iss her.鈥
Both girls know what he鈥檚 planning on doing.
When Florence whines at the loss of your lips on hers, you turn your attention back to her, and get on the bed, legs on each side of her body, and move closer to her face. You start kissing her plump lips, teeth grazing her bottom lip before she opens wider, a whine escaping her mouth before you dart your tongue out, and slip it in her mouth. She copies the movement, your tongues sliding against each other as you start sucking hers, then without thinking too much, you travel your hand up to her breasts, and massage her left boob over her tank top.
鈥淵eah?鈥 You look down at her, both your lips bitten and glistening with the remnants of your kiss.
She nods, a sheepish smile appearing on her face before you sit on her lower body, your aching pussy over hers. She lets out a moan when you rub yourself against her.
You turn to your back for a second, and Harry鈥檚 already seated on the armchair by the window, legs wide open as he palms himself over his trousers.
When you make eye contact, he grins. 鈥淢ake her feel good, Y/N,鈥 he says, voice full of confidence. 鈥淢ake her believe she鈥檚 the one for us.鈥
Florence lets out a meek sound, like she鈥檚 in pain underneath you, and you turn back to her, hands already working the top so you鈥檝e more access to her chest. She helps you take the top off, and you let out a grin when you notice she hasn鈥檛 been wearing a bra. She watches your every move, every movement of your eyes wandering from place to place on her chest, and you can鈥檛 help but lean in and pepper kisses across her chest, stopping once you reach her already hardened nipple. Without breaking eye contact, you put it in your mouth, swirl the nub with your tongue before applying pressure with your teeth, grazing her nipple ever-so-gently as she lets out the prettiest moan.
From the corner of your eye, you feel Harry get up from his seat, and he walks over to you on the bed, and sits against the perfectly-placed, plump pillows so that he can watch you work your tongue on Florence easier.
He gives you a smile, keep going.
And, you do.
鈥淚 love your boobs,鈥 you mutter, blowing hot air against his pebbled nipple.
When you look up for a moment, Harry鈥檚 already got his cock out, and he鈥檚 working his hardening length, thumb stroking the underside of his cock as he keeps watching you play with Florence.
鈥淧lease鈥撯 Florence sputters out, 鈥溾揧/N, do something.鈥
鈥淲hat do you want me to do?鈥 You whisper, tongue already darting to lick the underside of her boob before you move on to the other one.
You kiss as your other hand massages her left one, lips attached to the darker nub as you swirl your tongue around it, sucking it more into your mouth as she tries to buck her hips, just to get some friction.
Harry snickers when you look up from her, and you make eye contact, him knowing where this is all going.
鈥淎re you gonna give her what she wants?鈥
Florence groans. 鈥淗ell yeah she is鈥 aren鈥檛 you,鈥 she finds your eyes. 鈥淵ou鈥檒l make me feel good, won鈥檛 you?鈥
And, how can you say no to her?
Your relationship with both of them so far, have always put you in a position where you adore making them feel content and pleased, satisfied鈥 in every possible way. You would go to the ends just to make Harry or Florence feel good; and you liked it. You loved being praised by the pair, such a good girl, they would say, always making Daddy and Flo feel good鈥 so good鈥
鈥淚 will,鈥 you nod, and it鈥檚 more to yourself rather than them. 鈥淚鈥檒l make you feel good.鈥
You pop the buttons to her jeans, probably something she has put on after the interview and before coming to your hotel room. She鈥檚 helpful, helps you get rid of them as quickly as possible as the denim finds its place on the floor, by the bed before you move your body down, just so you can give her thighs attention.
You kiss her left one first, moving your lips to the insides of her plush thighs, her little moans encouraging you like a moth into a flame. She鈥檚 soft, and warm, so you open your mouth, and graze your teeth over the area where you know she loves to be touched. She agrees, and lets out a hiss when you bite into the flesh鈥 hard.
You can鈥檛 help but look up at her, watching you watch her, as Harry watches from his place on the bed. He watches you both like a hawk, and it spurs you on, and you go in with yet-another bite before kissing and licking her thigh, then move up, up and up, until you reach her cotton panties. You smell her, and smile, because it鈥檚 your favourite scent鈥 coconut.
You look up at her when your mouth finds her sensitive area, her pussy, and you kiss her folds over the thin material of her panties, making her gulp and moan softly. You mouth at the lace bits of her panties, feeling her breathing get more frantic with every kiss鈥 every swipe of your tongue, and she finally places her hand on your head, pressing you harder into her pussy, and Harry chuckles. He鈥檚 enjoying the cat-mouse way too much, you know for sure. So, you look up at him, then at Florence, and you watch her lick her plump bottom lip before she moves her hand once more, pressing your head into her harder.
You kiss, you lick, and once you decide it鈥檚 enough torture for her, you place your fingers on either side of her panties, and slide them down her legs. The piece of fabric joins her jeans on the floor.
You loved pleasuring her鈥 you loved pleasuring women in particular. Sure, you loved and cherished your time with Harry, getting to know his body, his little quirks, what he loves the most and where he loves to be touched鈥 but it was different with women. It was sacred, tender, like you were getting acquainted with a melody before turning it into a whole song.
鈥淐ome on,鈥 Florence mumbles, voice hoarse. 鈥淐ome on, baby.鈥
You start off with pressing butterfly kisses on the upper side of her pussy, the tiny hairs there feeling like pins and needles, and you smile, eyes closing immediately when she pulls your hair, only a little, and you know it鈥檚 her way of saying keep going. You do. You open your mouth, and suck a mark onto her warm flesh, lips dangerously close to the lips, and you bring your hand up there, and swipe a finger across her wet cunt, humming when you feel her buck her hips.
鈥淵eah?鈥 You say, looking up from her pussy.
鈥淧lease鈥 come on.鈥
You rub her pussy with gentle strokes, and steal a glance at Harry, seeing him lazily stroke his cock, ring-clad fingers looking like a framed artefact. Your attention is brought back to Florence when she hums at the feeling of your fingers on her pussy, and you begin to rub only a little faster, feeling her spongy clit at the tip of your thumb.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e so wet,鈥 you mumble into the stillness of the room, and she chuckles, fingers tightening on your scalp. You keep going.
With one last look at Harry, earning a nod from him, you turn your attention back to her, and move closer to her pussy. You kiss the lips, thumb still on there, and you dart out your tongue to lick the wetness of her. It鈥檚 warm, slick, a little salty, and you love it鈥 you love feeling her against your tongue. You move closer to her wetness, nose touching the top of her pussy, making her groan in anticipation, though she doesn鈥檛 need to wait any longer as you press your face harder into her, and slide your tongue up and down against her wetness鈥 her slick covering your nose and chin.
鈥淕od鈥撯 she groans, one hand over her eyes. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e so good to me.鈥
You look up through your lashes. 鈥淵eah鈥 I am?鈥 You want to be praised.
She nods, a lazy grin on her face. 鈥淪o good, baby鈥 isn鈥檛 she, H?鈥
You lick and lick, not even looking up at him as you suck her clit into your mouth, tongue sliding up and down recklessly against her.
You hear him, loud and clear. A good slut鈥 the best one.
And, you are鈥 you are.
You hum against her, her fingers tightening their hold on you, and you graze your teeth over her sensitive clit once more, her hips bucking up to keep up with the torture of your tongue on her clit.
It鈥檚 warm and wet all over: all over your body, your face, her pussy. Everything鈥 everywhere is warm.
Her one hand slides down to you, strokes your back as you work her pussy and keep licking her slickness, humming in between licks, wanting her to know how much you鈥檙e enjoying your job.
You bring one of your hands to her pussy, rub her clit a few times with your thumb before you slide it down to her hole, collecting some of her wetness before you push it inside, tongue still swiping across her wet cunt. You pump your fingers in harsh movements, because you know she loves it fast and sloppy鈥 but so good.
鈥淥h my God鈥撯 you look up when she curses, chin all wet, and she gulps at the dirty sight. 鈥淵ou鈥檙e so good, so fucking good.鈥
You smile, fingers still deep inside her warm cunt, and turn to Harry.
He鈥檚 playing with his balls, cock laid against his groin鈥 all slick, the tip an angry shade of pink as it leaks drops of precum. He smiles at you, bottom lip going between his teeth as he moves to his cock, slender fingers pumping himself up and down as he lets out the lowest whines, head pushed back against the plush pillows but eyes still on you two.
You look down at her, and bite the side of her pussy as you insert another finger, now two in her snug walls as she hisses and moans, your fingers fucking in and out of her with ease. Your thumb works her clit as well as your tongue all over her, and when your thumb isn鈥檛 at work, you lick her swollen clit, sucking the little nub into your mouth as Florence encourages you with her hand on your head. You move one hand up to her boob, and squeeze her nipple, thumbing at her hard, sensitive nub as you move to the other one, tweaking and twisting her dark nipple between your thumb and index finger.
You look up at her, mouth still feasting on her cunt, and she bites her lip, eyes closing shut as she arches her back, head leaning back as much as she can as she mutters out the words, I鈥檓 gonna come.
鈥淕ood girl, Y/N,鈥 Harry mutters from his place, and you move your eyes so you can see the pleased expression on his face. 鈥淢ake her come.鈥
When she comes, she presses your face harder into her cunt, your face becoming one with her slickness, and you hum and moan against her as her pussy clenches around your fingers, her breathing trying to keep up with your movements.
She鈥檚 gorgeous鈥 but when she comes, she鈥檚 a different type of beautiful. You want to bottle up the sounds she makes, frame the face she makes and hang it on your wall, and you want to scream, tell her how much you love her. But, instead, you pepper open-mouth kisses all over her, her pussy still spent, wet, and swollen, and she strokes the side of your face, hand travelling down to wipe the wetness off.
鈥淪o good,鈥 she whispers, smiling down. 鈥淵ou did so good.鈥
You bite your bottom lip, and turn to Harry, finding him leaning his back against the pillows, stroking his cock lazily.
鈥淚s it my turn?鈥 He says, voice velvety.
Turning back to Florence, you see her nod. 鈥淕o,鈥 she says, thumbing at your bottom lip. 鈥淕o make him come.鈥
You move onto the bed, hands and knees as you crawl to him, and he opens his legs wider so you can situate yourself between them, hands finding their place on his thighs. You look to the side, and notice his trousers on the floor, and he doesn鈥檛 miss a beat when he places his hand on your chin, and guides you into him, lips closing around yours in a mouth-bruising kiss. You kiss for a few seconds, all teeth and mouth as Harry sucks your tongue into his own mouth, then bites harshly into your bottom lip, making you moan and hiss at the feeling.
You look up at him, and he presses you down until your mouth is on his cock. You let out a choked sound when he presses you harder into him, and the tip touches the back of your throat, making you hum and gargle against him.
He鈥檚 enjoying it way too much, you know for sure, and with his big, warm cock still in your mouth, you look up at him, and watch him watch Florence from the corner of his eye. Feeling jealous all of a sudden, you try to back up, his hand still on the back of your head, and you feel hands on your clothed arse. She squeezes the flesh over your clothes, and you moan around Harry鈥檚 cock, making him let out a groan.
鈥淢y girls,鈥 Harry manages to mutter out, voice spent, but feels like silk nonetheless. 鈥淪he just can鈥檛 stay away from you,鈥 he says to you, hand stroking the back of your head.
鈥淢hm,鈥 Florence murmurs, face suddenly too close to your back. She presses a few kisses under your top, then helps you remove your trousers, along with your lace panties.
Harry presses you harder into him, not liking the lack of attention on his cock, and you swipe your tongue around his wet tip, sucking it into your mouth as he moans over you. You pull away from his cock for a moment, and he pulls you into a mouth-bruising, fiery kiss as your tongues dance in slow licks. Sucking your bottom lip into his mouth, you feel Florence rubbing your pussy with slow, lazy strokes of her thumb, making you moan into Harry鈥檚 mouth.
Harry pulls away first. 鈥淪uck,鈥 he says, hand guiding you onto him, his cock in your mouth once again.
And, you do. You suck him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his sensitive head as you taste his precum, salty and sour, but you still hum around him when you feel Florence attach her plump lips to your cunt, licking first before she spits. You feel her saliva drip from your asshole to your sensitive cunt, and as Harry fucks into your mouth in slow bucks of his hips, she starts rubbing your clit with her tongue.
The feeling is exhilarating, feeling both Harry and Florence all over you, and for a moment, you let go of him鈥 take him out of your mouth as you bring your mouth down to his balls, and you suck them into your mouth, licking and swirling your tongue around the soft, but tight flesh. You don鈥檛 mind the subtle hair there as he presses you harder and in harsh movements into him, and you take more and more of him before letting out a pained squeal when you feel Florence get her teeth on your pussy, biting down the most sensitive parts of you. You feel her smile and chuckle against your wet folds, and Harry does, too, stroking the side of your face with his big hands before pulling you away from his balls with long, ring-clad fingers under your chin.
鈥淐an鈥檛 get enough of you,鈥 Harry sighs, watching you for a moment before his eyes move to Florence as she sucks your folds into your mouth.
You respond with a moan, head tilting back in pleasure as it gets bigger and bigger, the fire in the pit of your stomach. You know you鈥檙e close, so you want him to feel the same as you close your lips around his hard cock once more. He groans, sends his head back as it rests against the white, crisp pillows of the hotel room.
鈥淕onna come?鈥 Florence murmurs against your tight hole, fingers starting to pump in and out of you without a warning.
You nod against Harry, and you don鈥檛 care if she sees it or not: you just keep sucking him off. Grazing your teeth against the sensitive area of his tip, you earn a hiss, then his hold on your head becomes tighter as does the feeling in your stomach. It鈥檚 too much, her touch and mouth on your cunt, so you try to tell her to either stop, or keep going鈥 everything is too much, you can鈥檛 comprehend what to say or do. You back up against her touch, and Harry keeps fucking your mouth, and you come with a long sigh and a moan against Harry鈥檚 cock, it鈥檚 no surprise when he spills into your mouth.
You can鈥檛 help the movement of your mouth as some of Harry鈥檚 cum spills and runs down your chin, dirtying the top you鈥檙e wearing, though neither of you seem to mind. Harry curses into the stillness of your hotel room as Florence keeps pressing soothing kisses on your back, then on your ass cheeks. You smile and shake your head at the situation you鈥檙e in, though neither Florence or Harry seem to care.
You look up at Harry first, chin still painted with his cum. 鈥淪o?鈥 You murmur, still on all fours as Florence rests her head on your bare ass. You turn your face. 鈥淲e鈥檙e good?鈥 You ask, hesitation clear in your voice.
She looks up, a lazy grin on her face. 鈥淏etter than ever,鈥 she nods, kissing the soft, warm flesh of your ass. She straightens up on the bed, and turns to Harry. 鈥淵ou owe both of us an orgasm.鈥
Harry clears his throat, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with his forearm. 鈥淒o I?鈥 He says quietly, a smirk painted on his lips.
He looks down at you, hand coming to wipe his remnants off of your chin. You lean into the touch.
鈥淚鈥檓 sorry,鈥 you feel Florence get up from her position, and walk towards Harry as she plonks herself next to him, her hand already in the air for you to take it.
You take it, and walk to the other side of him, and you cuddle into them with eyes closed and a content smile on your face.
Harry kisses both your heads, and turns to Florence. 鈥淎pology accepted,鈥 he turns to you.
You chuckle against his neck, hand finding Florence鈥檚. 鈥淒itto. Just鈥 we would never go behind your back.鈥
鈥淣ever,鈥 Harry nods, and presses another kiss on her forehead. 鈥淲hen you feel like that鈥 when you feel like you鈥檝e got worries and questions, just talk to us.鈥
鈥淢mh,鈥 she nods, yawning. 鈥淥kay, yeah.鈥
鈥淪o,鈥 Harry yawns, much like Florence, and squeezes you both. 鈥淚s this a good time to say my mum wants to meet you guys?鈥
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