dressed quick

A look at my CC making process

Sensible Me:  “Ok, gotta get through these million already existing WIPs.  No more new WIPs until I get a good chunk of these done.”

Creative Me: But what if you made *insert new WIP idea*

Sensible Me: Heffa don’t do it.

Creative Me: *opens S4S*

Sensible Me: HEFFA. DON’T. DO. IT.

Creative Me: *opens Blender*

Sensible Me:

Originally posted by acciodoctorintheimpala

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Sombra didn’t know what she expected from a man clad in leather and an owl-like skull mask. (my own shitposting about sombra inspired this)

All Too Well (M) | Pt. 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 7,692
Author’s Note: Now, I don’t want to give away too much of this chapter right off the bat, but I’m giving this chapter an ‘M’ rating for a reason.

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A lot of things have changed in the past 2 years—you are the last person who would ever try to deny that.

For instance, you don’t know if Yoongi still likes caramel macchiato with his two shots of espresso, or if he still reaches out to cling for the nearest source of warmth while remaining on the brink of unconsciousness, or even if music is still the most important thing in his life. You don’t know if he can still record the lyrics floating around in his mind as easily as gathering strings of cotton candy, or if he hides his emotions underneath miles and miles of apathy. There’s a lot of things you no longer know about Yoongi. You’ve changed a lot in 2 years and it would be foolish and naive to assume that Yoongi had not.

But there’s one thing you know has not changed over the course of that time, and that was how naturally you could fold yourself into Yoongi’s touch, how his lips could still light all the nerves underneath your skin like fire, sparking you into life, and how readily you could feel yourself responding to him.

When Yoongi dives back into for another kiss, one that contains just as much passion, anger, remorse, and desperation as the first one, you can’t deny on returning the gesture with equal frenzy. He still does good in making your mind spin like a top, your sense of gravity severely distorted as you feel like you might topple over if you don’t grip onto the closest thing that just so happens to be the fabric of Yoongi’s t-shirt. The material is soft in between your fingers, clenching it to pull him closer and he doesn’t protest. The kiss is hard, teeth and tongue and shallow breathing as Yoongi grips the edges of the makeup counter behind you as a means to cage you in and keep himself grounded.

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Pranked!

Title: Pranked!

Author: SomeonexSomeone

Pairing: Tyler Scheid x fem!reader

Word Count: 1269

Summary: Tyler has a new phrase. But how true is it?

Authors Note: Slightly inspired by Friends, slightly not. Part Two maybe? Also, this story is told as the reader is female. As always, for my NonBinary/Male pals out there, if you would like for me to rewrite the story with genderless pronouns, just let me know and I’ll get it up as soon as possible.

Warnings: Slight mature content, implied smut

Originally posted by itsmetrashyz

If there was one thing Tyler said more often than not, even more than his signature phrase of Smile Always, it was “we’re just friends”. (Y/N) and Tyler had been friends for years now, ever since the first time he had come out to visit Mark in LA. After meeting him during one of your many long hours of working at you local coffee house, you had started a relationship of sorts. Yet, the long distance was killer, and the two of you decided a friendship was much easier to maintain. And now, with Tyler living in LA to help with Mark’s videos, you were closer than ever. This, of course, lead to hours upon hours of teasing from the team, and your friends. No one seemed to get the hint, and at this point, you had given up. Waiters who used to get an earful for calling him your boyfriend would get a polite nod and smile, friends who teased you would be met with a witty comeback, and Ethan, who had gotten into the habit of calling you ‘Mrs.Schied’, was met with a swift punch to the shoulder. Tyler, on the other hand, had no problem with any of it. The two of you were friends, why should it matter what other people thought?

        In the short few months that Tyler was working with Mark, you had already made great friends with Teamiplier. Amy and Katheryn would often be invited over to your house for girls nights with your friends, or just to avoid the boys when they were being particularly difficult. Your house, in a way, was a social hot spot. Whether it was your friends or Tylers, there always seemed to be someone wandering around your house. You enjoyed the company, and especially were thankful when you had locked yourself out of the house. If Ethan hadn’t been there, you were sure all your groceries would have been spoiled. You’re positive almost everyone has a copy of your key. 

        It was Thursday, your favorite day of the week. To some, it was just another day of the week, another day until the weekend. But Thrusdays in your house meant 'date night’ of sorts. You and Tyler would go out to eat every Thursday, whether it was the new, fancy restaurant downtown, or the nearest fast food place. It was a special day, when you two could easily talk about whatever you wanted with no interruption from your other friends. You loved your friends, but there was rarely a time you got to be alone with your best friend. 

        You were quick to dress after a day of work, changing into a simple dress for your bistro date tonight. It was your turn to pick up Tyler today. Or, well, you were sure if you didn’t go into the office, he was going to try to talk his way into staying a little longer than necessary to help. Just as you were pulling up the driveway, Amy had bursted through the door, completely soaked from head to toe, a grumpy look on her face. 

        “Amy?” You hopped out of the car as quick as possible, wrapping your jacket around her shoulder. “You okay? What happened?”

        “Pranked.” She said simply, blowing a strand out of her face with a huff. “I can’t believe Ethan’s stupid prank worked on me.” You couldn’t help it. A bubbling laugh escaped your lips, just imagining the shenanigans that were happening throughout the day. “Tyler Thursdays?” She asked once she eyes the cute dress you were wearing. You smiled brightly, doing a single twirl to show off your newest outfit. “Cuuuute. Trying to impress someone?”

        “You know it.” The wink you gave her caused her to laugh. “Tyler still inside?”

        “Yeah, but I’d watch out. Mark has taken getting back at Tyler for the fake spider in his coffee this morning to the extreme.”

        “Duly noted.” After making sure she was okay for the last time, you made your way into the house with extreme caution. However, as you made your way large room where you knew they filmed most of their videos, a large circle of white came sailing at your head. Acting quickly, you just managed to duck out of the way, the shaving cream filled plate hitting the wall behind you. Besides the small bit of splash that hit your arm and head, you were relatively unscathed. The room had completely frozen, watching you silently as you stood, wiping off as much as you could. Mark was standing comically to the side, positioned in such a way you knew he was the culprit of the 'prank’. Tyler was on the other side, holding up a large board for protection, most of it already covered in shaving cream. “I’ll be in the car.” Without another word, you turned on your heel, making your way through the house. Tyler was quick to say goodbye to Mark, dropping the board, and dashing behind you, apologizing profusely for almost ruining your dress. You refused to talk, that is until he promised to pay for your meal tonight. With a devilish smile, you promised yourself to order the most expensive thing on the menu. 

        The next morning, Mark had the perfect plan to get back at Tyler. Sure, it was just a spider in his coffee, but this was about dignity now. He talked his way into getting Ethan to help him load up a bucket of ice water, planning on giving Tyler a pleasant morning wake up. They had to practically waddle up the stairs, the heavy bucked held between them. They made sure to dim the hall lights to not wake Tyler with the bright light. Mark, with a devious smile, gave the Ethan the go ahead, and the bucket of water was poured all over the bed. 

        “Ah!” Though the boys did manage to get a scream out of a sleeping figure, it was definitely too high pitched to be Tyler. You bolted straight out of bed, pushing your now soaked hair out of your face, glaring at the two boys you managed to push into a stupor. Making sure to hold the sheets to your body, you stood, angrily pointing a finger to prove your anger. “What the hell is wrong with you?! You can’t just go around throwing ice water on people, especially people who haven’t done anything to you!” Despite the fact you were practically boiling over, the two boys couldn’t take their eyes off of you, faces completely red. “What?!” Surprised, you felt another blanket surrounding you, but not before you were turned and pulled into someone’s warm chest. Despite also being soaked with water, Tyler still managed to stay warm.

        “You might want to leave now.” Tyler spoke with an even tone, making sure to hold you close against him. Not only was he covering himself for some sort of modesty, the room was too dark for him to find any clothes to cover himself up, in your anger you hadn’t realized that the white sheet usually placed on his bed was completely soaked, which meant it had done nothing to hide any part of you. Completely embarrassed, you pushed yourself closer to Tyler, waiting for the door to practically slam behind the two awestruck boys, and even for a few minutes after. Not only had you just been caught in bed with a person you swore you’d never see as more than a friend, but two of his best friends had seen you naked. What a great way to start off your Friday.

Chocolates - H.S x Reader

Quick Description: You intern at a famous venue that Harry Styles loves to play for. Pressed for time, you fumble to set up before he arrives. You soon find out that you’ve never been so lucky to be late in your life.

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“No no no,” you muttered to the phone in your hands. “Crap.” Spilling out of bed, you fumbled toward the closet and slipped on a quick flouncy dress. The main plus side of dresses was that you didn’t have to pair it with any bottoms. It made for a quick outfit when you happened to be late, like today - when you happened to be very, very late.

Your heart plummeted when your phone rang. It was your coworker Sandy. “I’m on my way,” you blurted the moment you answered.

“I can hear your dog barking in the background. You’re home,” she declared. Unfortunately, you eyed your dog bouncing at the back door, yapping at a squirrel.

“But I’m leaving right now,” you insisted, slipping into some sandals and grabbing your keys.

“You better. Mr. Boss Man is not too happy right now. Neither am I.”

“I know, I’m sorry that I left you to do everything. I’ll be there in five.”

“Harry Styles’ is coming in ten minutes. You better pray to whatever higher being you believe in that you can set up in time.”

You groaned in reply, mumbled something of a goodbye, and hung up as you peeled out of your driveway.

You got some strange looks as you heaved your way into the venue you called work. You met the blonde-haired Sandy backstage. “I’ve set up the stage. You deal with the dressing room,” she huffed. Without explanation, she handed you an empty bowl and, knowing what to do, you tore away toward Harry Styles’ dressing room.

“Candy, candy, where’s the candy…” you asked yourself as you flung open drawers and cabinets. You heaved a sigh when you found the bag of little chocolates before instantly balancing the empty bowl on your leg and as you stood, you poured the teeny candies into the dish.

All of sudden, your walkie-talkie spewed some static and you jumped. What a mistake it was to think you could balance a bowl of mini chocolates on your leg without spilling. The glass went toppling to the carpet and the contents sprawled across the floor.

“Shit!” you growled and collapsed to your knees, desperately scooping it all up.

“He’s here early,” came a voice from your walkie talkie. “Are you done, Y/N?”

You scrambled for device at your side. “Y-yes, I’ll be ready in two seconds,” you lied.

“Great,” your boss replied. “I’ll send him your way now.”

You yelped and attempted to pick up the miniscule chocolates again. “Damn, I should have used a vaccuum!” you told yourself. “There’s dozens!”

A knock came from the door seconds later. You cursed and didn’t even have time to reply before the door opened. You stopped everything you were doing and looked up at the familiar rockstar who stood magnificently in the doorway.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know anybody was in here,” Harry announced. He then frowned. “What happened?”

The whole time you stood gazing up at the megastar in silent shock. You had met celebrtities before, in fact, you had met him many moons ago when he was in the early stages of One Direction, and then again somewhere later in his career. But you never got used to seeing him off of a screen and truly in front of your eyes. To say you were a big fan was an understatement.

“I, um, spilt your chocolate,” you squeaked and then instantly wanted to shrink away from existance.

On the contrary, he seemed quite delighted. “You spilt my chocolate?” he echoed, laughing softly. You smiled awkwardly in return, nodding. “Do you need help?” he wondered. Your heart flipped upside down and back again and you couldn’t help your mouth from popping open.

“I- you can’t help!” you blurted. That did not come out how you wanted it to.

“And why not?” he asked with a grin on his face as he strolled over to you. You swallowed hard, craning your neck to see him standing tall over your bent figure.

“Because your Harry Styles!” you cried and then winced at yourself. He chuckled.

“Doesn’t mean I can’t help you,” he remarked, his hands on his hips.

“But it’s my job, you-” you began but shut your mouth tight as he sat down next to you on the floor.

He watched you for a couple seconds, merely a couple feet away. Suddenly, he tilted his head. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

“Well, uh, we met a couple times before…” you mumbled. He brightened.

“Wait, I remember you! Hm, yeah…” he stopped, eyeing you strangely, as if he wanted to say more. You smiled, oddly a little more comfortable now. You narrowed your eyes.

“What…?” you pressed. He rubbed his lips together as if to hide his smile and shook his head before starting to pick up the little pieces of candy. “Hey, you have to tell me what you’re thinking.”

He sat back, setting a few sweets into the bowl with a clink, before smirking at you. “You leave quite the impression every time I see you,” he decided. Your eyebrows rose.

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” you insisted, grinning like a fool. His eyes flickered over you for a split second and his smile grew. Your eyes narrowed again playfully. “You have to tell me now.” He simply shrugged and continue to pick up the pieces. “You’re impossible,” you grumbled and helped him clean up.

Once all of the chocolates were in the bowl, you dumped them into the trashbin. “Sorry I’m such a klutz,” you said as you set the now-filled bowl in it’s respective place.

“Well if you weren’t a klutz then we wouldn’t have met again,” he replied. Your eyebrows rose.

“Fair enough. It was nice to see you again, even with you on your hands and knees cleaning up after me,” you told him, you hands hooked behind your back. You knew he had a performance to get ready for so you began walking toward the door.

“It was my pleasure,” he followed you to the door. You turned suddenly, your back to the door.

“Was I as impressionable as last time?” you wondered. You would squeeze his thoughts out of him whether it killed you or not.

“Even more so,” he replied.

“May I ask what was impressionable?” you continued. His eyes trained on yours, he hesitated. “Could it have been the spill, or something else?” You knew this was wrong, flirting with a superstar when both of you should be doing your jobs. But this was one of your favorite people on Earth, and you simply couldn’t help yourself.

“Both,” he decided.

“So, there’s something else?” you muttered.

“Mm,” he hummed in agreement, his gaze falling to your lips.

“And that something else is…?” you urged. He looked back up.

“I think you know what it is,” he responded, inching closer. You refrained from giggling.

“No, no, not at all,” you insisted innocently. He chuckled, shaking his head.

You jumped slightly when your walkie talkie once again spewed some static. “Y/N, you’re needed backstage,” the voice declared.

Tilting your head lightly, you rose your eyebrows at him. “Until next time, Harry?”

“You better make it as impressionable as always, Y/N,” he teased.

“I’ll make it even more so,” you mocked. He laughed.

“Can’t wait,” he said and never breaking eye contact, he leaned forward. Just when you thought he’d spontaneously kiss you, he reached for the doorknob, forcing the door to open outwards. You drew in a dissapointed breath. He smirked, knowing just what he was doing.

“Enjoy your chocolates,” you whispered to him before turning and sauntering down the hallway.

“Will do,” you heard him call from behind you and you didn’t hear his door shut until you were well down the hallway.

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Author’s Note:

Ta da! New little imagine. I love turning my daydreams into actual words on screen. Hope you enjoyed :)

I’m always down for doing One Direction requests so pop by if you want to see something written!

Thanks Lovelies, much love xx

Dark Times (Part Two)

Here it is!! The long await part two to my 1920’s fic! I hope you all like it! xx B

It was the clicking of typewriter keys that woke you. Your neck ached from how you’d slept on the leather couch, and your hair was a tangled mess in your eyes as you slowly sat up. There was a pleasant soreness between your legs, and you flushed as you saw the reason. Harry was sat behind his desk, a cigarette hanging limply from his pouty, pink lips as he typed away. Black suspenders braced his shoulders and his stark white shirt sleeves were rolled up to reveal various tattoos splattered across his forearms. A stray curl fell against his forehead, and you met his eyes as he glanced up at you, having heard the shuffle of your fringed dress against the couch. Harry said nothing for a minute, standing from his chair and lighting up another cigarette as he began to shuffle through some papers on his desk.

“Yeh know,” he started, smoke curling prettily around his lips as he exhaled, “I don’t remember telling yeh it was alright for yeh to sleep on m’couch. Thought I said to collect yehself and then get the fuck out.” A dark eyebrow raised towards his hairline as he took the cigarette from his mouth. Harry leaned forward, one large hand bracing the desk and the other pointing at you, the cigarette butt glowing dimly between his fingers. “But, since yeh here, you’re goin’ to a party with m’ tonight. Leave yeh address with Arthur at the bar. I’ll pick yeh up around seven. Be ready.” You furrowed your brow at him, mouth curling in confusion.

“And if I don’t want to go?” A low chuckle left Harry’s throat. You held his gaze as he slowly sank back to sit in his chair. A small, amused smile pulled at his lips as his green eyes travelled over you. Your body stiffened; that was the stare of a predator.

“Yeh seem to think Miss—” Harry cut off, waving a hand to you for your name. You quietly replied, and his eyes sparkled in the dim light. “That I’m giving yeh a choice. Yeh will attend the party with me tonight, and yeh’ll wear a bloody smile the whole fuckin’ time, right? Yeh’ll smile, and hang off m’arm like a proper fuckin’ bird. Yeh understand? Wear somethin’ nice. Get out.” Then Harry was back to puffing away on the cigarette, tapping away on the typewriter. You sat for a moment longer, mouth parted. Harry rolled his eyes. “I said, get the fuck out!” The loud tone of his voice shocked you into action, sending you scrambling towards the door.
“See yeh tonight, pet. Look pretty fo’ me.” You simply nodded, quickly slamming the door shut behind you before stumbling out of the club.

True to his word, Harry was at your door six hours later, a bored look on his handsome face as you shuffled with your keys to lock your door. He didn’t say a word as you linked your arm with his, but an approving smirk tugged at his lips when he moved his eyes down your body. You’d put on your most expensive dress, a tan fabric that fell to your knees, large teardrop plastic jewels’ placed all over it. The dress was the opposite of the flashy, short party outfit you’d worn the night before, but it was feminine and hugged your body in all the right places, perfect for the night’s upcoming activities. Harry held open the door for you while he lit up a cigarette, fingers pushing a stray curl back into place. His green eyes were hooded, his jaw firmly set as he climbed in the driver’s side.
“‘S a nice dress. Shame it’ll end up on the floor later.” You blushed at his forwardness, a flicker of indignation sparking at the notion that he thought you’d end up in his bed. However, the spark died out when his large hand came to rest on your knee, rings cool against your skin. You swallowed.
“Mr. Styles–” you began.
“Harry.”

“Where exactly are we going?” Harry’s eyes flitted over to you as he cleared his throat.
“It’s a business meetin’ fo’ me. It’ll be a party until I see I’m needed, then you’ll come out t’ the car like a good girl, yeah? Yeh to pretty t’ get blood on.” Your body tensed at his words, a sinking feeling settling in your belly. “Don’ look so worried, pet, it’ll be quick. Yeh won’t see anythin’, and after I’ll take yeh back home and it’ll be fine. Just wanted some good company before m’ night gets ruined.” His fingers had moved slowly up your thigh, now toying with the fabric. Flashes from last night’s activities ran through your mind, and you closed your eyes, trying to stamp down the lust clouding your thoughts. Harry didn’t say another word until he brought the car to a stop outside a large building that thrummed with loud music. Laughter floated on the cool breeze, and you could see couples dancing through the foggy windows. Harry’s arm circled your waist.

“Yeh gotta listen t’ me, a’right? Yeh don’ leave m’ sight. If yeh need somethin’, tell me. When I tell yeh t’ go wait in the car, go wait in the bloody car. I won’ have yeh fuck up m’ business meetin’ because yeh think yeh entitled t’ be there. Now, put on a fuckin’ smile an’ let’s go dance.” A cloud of smoke rolled over you as Harry pushed open the doors, his face settling into a cold scowl, his brows drawn together and his jade eyes going dark. He was complete business now, moving smoothly through the parting crowd as partygoers shrunk away from him. Harry’s reputation more than preceded him. He was a god among men when it came to work.

“Styles!” A booming voice echoed over the band playing in the corner, and an amused glint caught Harry’s eyes. His hand slid tighter around your waist, his nose brushing the shell of your ear.
“My partner, Tommy. Be a lamb and keep that pretty mouth o’ yours shut.” You didn’t respond, angry with yourself for letting him boss you around so easily. But your anger didn’t matter, seeing how tightly you pursed your lips as a plump man waddled over to Harry. He was older, with a receding hairline and pink, puffed out cheeks, his blue eyes alive with mischief. He looked you over quickly, lips tugging into a knowing smirk. “What a lovely piece you have on your arm tonight. Hello, my dear.” His breath came out in pants as he winked at you, and Harry grunted as he shifted so you were further from Tommy.

“Are they here yet? ‘Ve got places t’ be, don’ have time fo’ waiting around like a dog.” Harry grumbled, cold eyes sweeping the room. He was solid against you, the tension rolling off of him almost tangible. Cautiously, you raised your hand to squeeze his long fingers soothingly. He briefly glanced down at you as Tommy rambled about his men being stationed at every possible entrance to the party. You scooted closer to Harry’s side, an uneasy feeling gripping your stomach as he still stood braced for something. His partner had turned and began to chat to a brunette who couldn’t be older than seventeen, and Harry took the opportunity to lean in close.
“Wha’s wrong with yeh? Bein’ all touchy all of a sudden.” A smirk pulled at his lips, his eyes a little brighter now, although his shoulders were still squared.

“You’re making me nervous being so tense. You forget I have no clue what all could happen tonight, thanks to you.” Harry’s brow quirked.
“Careful, angel, best t’ keep tha’ tongue o’ yours sweet, or I might ‘ave t’ take yeh t’ the bathroom.” A dark, sensual promise swirled in his eyes, and chills raised over your arms. You tried to ignore the wetness now pooling between your legs.
“Wouldn’t want to miss you business meeting, now would we?” You met his burning gaze, fingers toying with the jewels on your dress. Harry was quick to nip at your ear, a low growl rumbling through his chest.

“Yeh get two minutes. Then I’m takin’ yeh away an’ showin’ yeh how I feel abou’ missin’ business meetings.” The two minutes before you slipped away from the crowd felt like a lifetime, but the minute you eased open the bathroom door, Harry was yanking you inside. Crowding you against the door, his hands slipped under the hem of your dress, sliding over your hips. A delicious moan came from his throat as his palms found the uncovered skin off your bum, his fingers squeezing and kneading your flesh as you whined.
“S'naughty, darling, coming here with no knickers…” His teeth closer around your earlobe, his hips rutting into yours hastily. “And yeh wet, too? Guess I’ll have t'help yeh out, hm? Want me to fuck yeh and make yeh feel good?” Your head lolled against the wooden door, pleas coming from your lips as you nodded deftly. A low chuckle fell to your ears as Harry carried you to the sink, rucking your dress up around your hips when he set you against the cool marble. He was quick to shove his pants and undershorts down enough for his cock to spring free, and your mouth watered at the sight of him, his tip weepy and flushed. Harry roughly pulled you to the edge of the counter, his lips finding yours as he ran his cock teasingly along your drenching slit. “Been hard since yeh walked ou’ in tha’ dress.”

“Please, Harry.” A pretty smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he thrusted shallowly, just enough to that the bulb of his head eased into you. Your gasp was swallowed as Harry licked into your mouth, hips rolling to shift more of him into you. A thin film of sweat was already beading on his forehead, and your thighs were already shaking when Harry fully sheathed himself inside of you.
“Oh, sweetheart, takin’ me so well.” Your answer was a barely muffled moan, your eyes screwed tightly shut. Then his hips began to move. His cock brushed wonderfully against every nerve, the thick vein that ran along his underside pulsing as his hand came to tangle in your hair.
“You’re so big,” you groaned, legs clenching tighter around Harry’s hips as he moved faster, his free hand coming to grab at your thigh as he fucked into you. His forearm slid under your leg, shifting you enough so you could take him deeper, better. A cry came from your lips at the new position, his cock hitting a spot that had you wishing he would always be inside of you. Harry’s lips moved along your throat, his tongue darting out to lap at your skin every now and then. Your moans increased, and Harry smiled against your skin.


“Shhhhh, angel, yeh gotta be quiet. Don’t want anyone to hear how naughty yeh are, do we?” His hand slid down from your hair to cover your mouth, muffling your broken moans as his hips rolled into you faster. A tight coil of heat curled in your belly, and you gasped as you slid a hand down between your bodies, your fingers immediately finding your clit and circling it. You felt as if you were going to burst from how well Harry was fucking you, his own little moans and grunts like music to your ears. Tears threatened to spill over the rims of your eyes when the tip of his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly. The rings on Harry’s fingers were cool against your burning skin, and your hand slapped against his forearm as you barreled towards your orgasm. Harry grunted as your walls clenched around him,
“Yeh close, pet? Come on, cum fo’ me.” Your leg went around his waist again as his hand that wasn’t covering your mouth went to your clit in place of yours, quickly rubbing tight circles around it in desperation to feel you cum. It didn’t take long for you to let out a muffled scream into his palm, legs locking around his waist as your back sagged against the mirror. Harry’s hand fell from your mouth as you came down from your high, your hands going to his hair.


“C'mon, wanna feel you,” you purred into his ear, tightening your cunt around him as he moaned into your neck. Then he was spent, thick ropes of hot cum painting your walls as his hips stuttered. You sat on the cool counter for a moment, your hand running over his strong back as he struggled to catch his breath. Harry had only just helped you down from the countertop when the first screams started.
“Bloody–fuck!” He hurried to fish a small pistol out of his waistcoat pocket, tugging up his trousers as he threw the door open. Loud pops sounded through the building, people rushing towards the doors as glass shattered from bullets. You scrambled after Harry, your heels slipping on the floors. He was halfway down the hall already, suspended straps falling loosely at his hips as he loaded his gun. Harry didn’t once turn back to make sure you were behind him, but he made sure to bark commands out anyways.

“Get to the fuckin’ car! Go! Don’ stop till yeh get there, a’right? Wait there fo’ me.” By that time, he’d turned the corner and began firing off bullets, unblinking as men fell before him. Horror struck through your body at the sight of so much blood already covering the walls, countless bodies littering the floor. Before you took a step towards the door, you were yanked back into a body, the cool metal of a gun pressed into your temple.
“Go on, sweetheart, call him. Make one move to get away, and you’re dead.” Your heart thundered as you let out a broken sob of Harry’s name.
“I fuckin’ told yeh to go to the damn–” Now only Tommy and Harry stood, Tommy’s eyes wide as he watched Harry turn towards you. You expected him to point the pistol towards your captor, to yell, to try to get you out of it somehow.

Instead, a sly grin took over his lips, a cool laugh tumbling out of him. Harry pointed the gun at the nearest man and pulled the trigger, not flinching as his body hit the ground.
“Yeh think I fuckin’ care about some bird? Mate, she’s just good at takin’ cock. Go on, kill her. Probably gets too attached anyhow,” Harry spat, and another cry racked through your body. “I want my fuckin’ money, Trevors. Yeh sacked m’ shipment, and I want my reimbursement. I won’ ask again.” The man behind you barked out a laugh, the barrel prodding further into your temple.

“You’re mental if you think I’m paying you shit. Get better guys to transport your goods, then you won’t lose precious alcohol. Put the gun down, Styles, it’s you and one partner against me and my guys. You’re not getting out of this.” The gun clicked loudly in your ear as Trevors cocked it. “And, even if you don’t care about such a beautiful girl, she knows who I am now. She’s gotta go.” Your body shook in fear, eyes blurry with tears as you squirmed in the man’s hold. Harry’s eyes were bored as he watched you. He wasn’t doing anything, why wasn’t he doing anything?

“Harry, please,” you sobbed, trying to steady your breathing. Your stomach was in knots, your heart in your throats as Harry tilted his head to the side. Now he only looked at Trevors.
“Last chance, mate. Give me my fuckin’ money.” His gun raised back up to the man behind you. Trevors’ grip on your throat was tight enough to cut off your oxygen, and you gasped as he let out a snarl and put his finger on the trigger.

“Like hell I will.” Harry blinked, jaw ticking in anger.
“Wrong answer.” He spun on his heel, a bullet going through Tommy’s head. His body fell with a thump and the breath was sucked from your lungs. Harry had ruthlessly shot down his partner, who he’d known for who knows how long. You’d known him less than a day, and the realization that you were expendable to him sunk in with a hot surge of terror. He was really going to let his enemy kill you.
Trevors’ grip loosened and the gun fell from your temple in disbelief, giving you the room you needed to kick yourself away from him. You were barely out of his arms when another gunshot rang out, and something was falling onto your back. A scream fell from your lips as you caught sight of Trevors’ dead eyes, and you scrambled to push him off. Large warm hands were on your wrists, tugging you up. “Hey, hey, ‘s me, ‘s just me!” Harry soothed, his green eyes on yours. Sobbing still, you shoved him away, tears blinding you.

“What the fuck are you playing at? You were going to let him kill me! You-You killed your partner!” Harry was quick to pull you back in, tucking your head into his shoulder.
“You’re fine! Aren’t yeh? Still alive? I wasn’t gonna let yeh die, a’right? I promise.” You’d stopped fighting, fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt as you cried. “I wouldn’t let tha’ happen, pet, promise. C’mon now, help m’ out.” Harry was careful as he lifted you into his arms, silently stepping over Trevors. “‘M takin’ yeh home, angel.” His fingers were tender as they brushed over your cheek. You didn’t make a sound as Harry lowered you into the car, pulling out his handkerchief to wipe away your tears. The ride back to your apartment was deathly quiet, and your fingers shook until you managed to doze off against the window. You were barely aware of Harry carrying you to your room. He shuffled around in your apartment for a few more moments after laying you down, and was gone without a word.