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Under His Bed | bfd!harry

best friend's dad!harry x reader

Summary: Harry invites you to stay at his house for the night and the following morning you both get an unexpected visitor. Based on this request.

Word Count: 4479

Warning: 18+ only, smut, cheating, lying, age gap, breeding kink

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Harry showed up at your apartment after you’d just gotten home from work. You hadn’t made any plans to see him that day but you definitely weren’t disappointed when you saw him at your door.

“I just got home and I need to shower really quick,” you said as he attacked you with his mouth. His face was unshaven and the scruff was a bit more grown out than normal. You grasped his face and laughed as you bent back from him, “I’m serious!”

But your giggles and sweet smile were all that Harry noted as he ignored your words and kept smushing his lips against yours with his own smile on his face. He smelled like the fresh outdoors. The weather had cooled down significantly over the past few days, but it was only temporary. It would warm right back up. You were enjoying the cool down, though.

And Harry’s skin was chilled. Like he’d been outside for a bit. You pushed at his chest, still puffing out laughs through your nose at the way he was pawing at you, “You’re cold. Do you want to shower with me?”

Now that got his attention, “Of course I would.”

You pulled out an extra towel for Harry as you let the water warm up, “What did you do today? You smell like you were outside all day,” you asked as you reached into the stream to test the temperature.

“I smell like I was…” he shook his head and looked at you like you were crazy, “You can smell that?”

You nodded, “Yeah. Just smells like you were outside. It’s like a fresh, chilled air smell. Hard to explain. You don’t know what I mean?”

“Not really and I was golfing before I came over.” Suddenly his arm was around your front and his chest pressed into your back, “You’re not pregnant are you?”

You whipped your head around to look at him, “What?! Why would you say that?”

“Because you said you can smell fresh, chilled air. That sounds like the superpower of a pregnant woman,” he grinned.

You scoffed and pushed at him so you could take your towel off, “Water’s ready.”

You both climbed into the shower and you continued, “I’m not pregnant, though. Don’t worry,” you grinned as you picked up the soap. Harry’s comments recently had been very teasing but you wondered if there was some truth to his words.

Harry wet his hair and sighed under the warm stream before switching places with you, squirting soap into his hand to lather up, “Do you want to be?”

You paused your motions and stared at Harry bewildered, “What are you…?” You laughed at his cheeky attitude, “You’re insane.” You honestly didn’t know if you were ready for that conversation. Or if he was even being serious. But of course, his little suggestions and the way he’d talk about stuffing you with his babies did give you a bit of a longing you never had before. You were sure it was only because it was Harry.

Harry grinned and pulled his lips into his mouth as he rubbed suds over his torso and you began to lather soap over your skin. But you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. Looking at his fit, toned body never got old. And he wasn’t one of those guys that only had buff arms or buff pecs. He was masculine and nicely muscled everywhere. His thighs always got you. They were solid and every time you held on to them when he was fucking you– the way they bulged and rippled under your hands… you could get wet from just thinking about that alone.

Dropping your sight to his tiger tattoo and then upward to the center of his thighs where his other masculine feature hung in front of them you bit your lip. He was half hard already.

Harry pulled you into his arms, your soapy, wet skin slipping against his as he cupped your face and practically devoured you with his gaze alone, “You’re so pretty. You wanna come home with me tonight? Test out my bed?”

You slid your arms over his shoulders, “What if your wife comes home? Or Fae stops by? Or the neighbors see me?”    

“Don’t really care that much. Doubt any of that will happen.”

You frowned and tilted yourself back in his arms so you could look at his face squarely, “Why are you so loosey-goosey about this lately? You don’t care if we get caught?”

Harry shook his head, “I don’t know. I think I just rather be with you and risk it than be without you and on the safe side.”

You smiled softly at him and breathed out through your nose when you felt his fingers lower to your bum. It felt like silk the way his hand traveled down your wet curves before he groped your cheeks and pulled. It was then you felt his cock was no longer only half hard. He was solid against your hip.

You both grinned at one another knowingly as Harry reached behind you and turned off the shower before picking you up and carrying you into your bedroom. You yelped and laughed, “Harry! I wasn’t done!”

“You’re done when I say so, little girl,” he lowered you to your mattress and climbed up over you, pressing his lips to your mouth, his tongue finding yours and his fingers traveling up your ribs and to your breasts.

You and Harry had been seeing each other just about every night since Mrs. Styles went to stay with her sister. It had been… really nice. But you had yet to go to his place because of the risk. Your apartment was less obvious.

Harry lowered his mouth to your neck and tongued over your still-damp skin, “I love you so much, Y/n,” his warm breath heated the droplets of water on your neck and your shoulder and you moaned.

“I love you, Harry,” you whispered with your eyes closed. Harry lowered his lips to your breasts, sucking and squeezing at them.

He pushed your thighs apart and lifted one leg as he kept his eyes on yours before he ducked down to give a hot, wet kiss to your pussy.

When he sat back onto his haunches his pink lips were parted and he looked like a man on a mission, “I don’t know how to explain it, Y/n,” he smoothed his palms over your thighs and up to your tummy, “The way I feel about you… how much I want you. Fuck it’s like a need. I don’t know if I can ever go back to sleeping next to my wife again now that I get to have you almost every night,” he watched the path his hands were making up your ribs and to your breasts. He pushed his thumbs into your nipples and then leaned over you, his cool wet hair dripping over your skin as his hot mouth covered every inch of your tits and nipples.

You moaned and grasped at his shoulders then his lats as he moved up your body and pushed his mouth to yours. You could feel his warm cock over your pussy, just pressed over you teasingly.

He parted from the kiss and brought his hands up to your face, “I love you and I don’t feel like that phrase even cuts it. God, I have to just…” he sighed and dotted a kiss to your lips before continuing, “Make you mine. Want you, Y/n. In every way. I mean it. I can’t be with anyone ever again.”

You brushed your fingers over his cheekbones and then into his hair as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him down flush to you, “Harry… that’s how I feel too. It’s such a deep need and I can’t describe it.”

Harry rocked his hips and you enjoyed how his big cock slid through your folds back and forth slowly. You were wet for him. Your body always ready and open for his cock somehow. Nothing and no one had ever turned you on like Harry did.

As he kept his eyes on yours he pressed his bulbous crown to your entrance and began to push into you. You gasped at the tight fit and he grinned at your reaction.

With your legs wrapped tight around his waist and your ankles crossed together he thrust in and out, long and languid, delicious strokes. His chest was pressed to yours and he moaned as he felt you around himself, your slick walls taking him fully, meeting the spot that he nudged into when he couldn’t reach in further.

You both breathed in steady, timed exhales as your bed’s mattress gently squeaked.

Everything between you was slippery and Harry’s arms began to shake as his breaths became more labored. He ground himself into you and his pelvis was glued to you, pressing into your clit making your brain mush.

“Shit, Y/n…” he whined when he felt you clench and stiffen. Your legs keeping his crotch and his hips connected to yours.

Your babbled words were unmistakable cries of pleasure as you pulsed around him in your sudden orgasm. Harry choked his own words out, lips against your ear, “My everything. I wanna give you the world…” his strong hold on your body as he released into you ached. You already had bruises on your thighs, your ass, your hips, but every time he whispered sweet nothings into your ear it left a lasting mark on your heart. The bruises on your body were all temporary but you would never forget his words.

.           .           .

Walking into the Styles’ home knowing you’d be sleeping with him in his bed, the bed he shared with his wife, well… it felt so much more evil than doing it at your apartment. It felt like a blatant disrespect. A clear signal that Harry was allowing you into the space his wife once occupied. Along with his words to you earlier in the day at your apartment, I don’t know if I can ever go back to sleeping next to my wife again now that I get to have you.

“Are you sure this is okay?” You took his hand and looked up at him.

He furrowed his brow and nodded, “Of course it is. Baby, I just want you with me. Thought it would be nice for a change of pace.”

And oh was it nice. Harry’s bed was big and soft and the sheets were buttery. And he made love to you until you both fell asleep. You didn’t even wake once at all during the night because the bed was so nice.

It wasn’t until your alarm went off that you woke up. 9:00 a.m. on the dot. You stretched and yawned and Harry reached for you and groaned with his face in your hair, “Don’t get up.”

You giggled and turned to face him, “I have to work, Harry. And you still have to take me all the way to my apartment so I can get my car.”

“How about I just drop you off and I’ll pick you up when your shift is over and you can come stay here again with me.”

You pressed your lips to his and hitched your thigh over his hip, “Either way, I’ve got to get going.”

“But if I take you to work that’s an extra half hour we’ve got,” his long fingers made their way down your side to your bottom, “that’s an awful lot of extra time.”

“It kind of is actually. We could make a big breakfast. Or… oh! We could get in a run! How does that sound?” You laughed as Harry’s fingers pinched your bum and then moved up to your ribs and he began to tickle you.

“I hate to say, Y/n, but you’re no good at running and you know I’d just be the one to wind up making breakfast. But if that’s really what you want then I guess we can use our time that way instead,” he grinned as he began to move away but you tightened your hold on his hip with your thigh and pulled at his arm.

“Harrrryyyy…” you whined his name with a giggle.

He put his hands up to your face and looked at you innocently, “What is it, honey?”

You rolled your eyes and groaned. He always did this to you. He knew what he was doing and even though his hard cock pressed into your inner thigh was a dead giveaway of the state he was in he was good at making you fold.

You sighed and pressed your palms into his chest, pushing his back into his mattress and straddled him, “I love you, Harry.”

The pleased smile on his face was warm and loving. You pressed yourself over his hard shaft and leaned down to kiss him. It didn’t take long for your body to heat up and your pussy to begin to slip over him easily. With your lips moving together he kept a firm hold over your bottom, fingers reaching around to test you for wetness every now and then.

When you looked at the clock you decided there was little time to waste and you were quite wet so you sat up and pressed yourself down over his tip.

“Shit. Just like that huh? Needed my cock that bad did you?”

You swiveled your hips and moaned softly in answer and Harry’s lips parted with a quiet gasp as you squeezed yourself over him, unhurriedly moving him in and out.

It felt good to have Harry like that in the morning. It was something you didn’t want to be without. And as apprehensive as you were when you got to his house the night before about sleeping with him in the bed his wife slept in you quickly forgot all about what had you feeling bad. Harry saw to it that you were happy and feeling good. As he always did.

You leaned down, pressing your chest into his, Harry had his hands at your bottom, pushing and pulling at you, slipping you up and down his cock as you kissed the edge of his mouth. You both sighed as you pressed your lips together and slowly kissed. You stuffed your fingers into his hair and he grunted when you pulled gently.

But then he lifted his hips and began to thrust up into you, the tip of his cock smushing into your cervix, and you gasped. Harry laughed and then you lifted so you could see his face.

The first swat to your bottom was unexpected and had you yelping and jolting in surprise. But then he did it again and you pulled at his hair, “Haarrryyy…” You moaned his name in protest but it was more like pleasure as he popped your cheek again and you laughed. You squeezed your thighs around his hip to still your movements but he gripped onto the soft flesh of your ass and kept pushing and pulling, causing you to glide up and down his cock.

“Oh my god…” you breathed as you pressed your palms into his chest and moved with him. Your pelvis was tilted over his and it had you fuzzy and moaning with each glide of your clit over him.

“Damn, baby…” Harry squeezed your bum with a pinch, “Your pussy is so creamy. Just drawing my come out little by little like this.” Harry groaned his words. It was true, his steady stream of precome was dribbling into you with each thrust. Your warm, slick walls always drew his cock in deep, milking him perfectly.

“Yeah? S’that feel good, Harry?” You squeezed as you drew your hips up and he moaned, digging his fingers deeper into the meat of your ass, “Cause it feels so good for me.”

“Fuck. M’gonna need it like this every morning. Okay?” He gritted his teeth as he watched you jostle gently over him, your hips canting and tits softly swaying, “Keep you with me for good. Make you all mine, get this fertile, creamy pussy loaded with my sperm every day.”

You coughed out a cry, “Yes! Please!”

Harry shifted himself, bending at the knees, feet flat onto the mattress, and began to push himself upward into you faster. You gasped and held onto his shoulders as he rocked into you from beneath, the sound of wet skin connecting and slipping together filled the room. Now you were being punched up with each of his strokes, deep into your pussy over and over again.

“Want my come, and my babies honey? Would you like that?” Harry’s words were spoken tight and whiney as he trembled from the exertion of his muscled thighs working himself into you.

“Want it. Want you to make me yours,” you spoke between gasps as your cunt tingled in indulgent lust. Your pussy gripped him tight as you felt the ache of his head ramming through your walls.

Harry gasped with your tight squeeze around him, coating him and gliding over his twitching cock. You both cried out, intoxicated with love and physical need.

You couldn’t stop the wave of your orgasm from bursting as you shook and clamped down over Harry. He gripped you tight and continued fucking into you, moving you along his shaft as you came with whimpers and moans.

“Holy…” Harry gasped as he felt you fluttering and clenching around him deliciously. You were a tight fit but you were gushing around him and he used his leverage to tug you up and down, letting you feel all of him as you writhed in ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, honey!” Harry moaned when he felt his orgasm burst out of his balls. He pulled you down onto his hips and pumped himself into your walls, teeth clenched, groaning, chest flushed in heat.

You could feel him twitching and unloading into you as he loudly moaned in rhythmic bursts.

When you finally caught your breath you collapsed onto his chest, still trembling. Harry’s big hands ran up and down your spine soothingly while you both breathed heavily.

Harry brought a hand up to the back of your neck and pulled you up, pushing your mouth to his.

As your lips were still pressed to Harry’s you both heard Fae’s voice suddenly, “Dad?!”

You’d never moved so fast in your life as you pushed yourself off Harry and jumped out of his bed.

Harry sat up quickly and dashed to his dresser to grab a pair of shorts, “Just… stay here…” he glanced at you as he rushed his words out and jumped on one leg to pull his shorts up. Grabbing a shirt he put it over his head and jogged out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

You had your hand pressed over your chest and stood between the wall and Harry’s bed as you heard muffled voices coming from downstairs. You couldn’t move for a few moments. Finally, looking around his room you saw your clothes draped over the bench at the foot of the bed along with your bag and purse. Walking toward the bench you shoved your things under the bed and slid your t-shirt on over your head. That had been a very close call.

Harry was surprised that his daughter had stopped by at all. By the time he got to the bottom of the stairs he’d pulled his shirt over his head but his cock was still half hard and his hair was a mess. Not the most ideal way to greet Fae but he didn’t have much choice. Better that than the alternative. He didn’t even want to think about how that would have gone down. His bedroom door had been wide open as you two had been having sex, loudly.

“Hey, hon…” Harry hugged Fae loosely and smiled.

“What were you doing?” She looked him up and down in scrutiny.

“I just woke up a bit ago. Was sitting in bed looking at my phone. Haven’t really done much of anything yet.”

“You’re all sweaty,” she groaned and turned to walk upstairs.

“Where are you going?” Harry rushed behind her.

“I left a suitcase in my room and I wanted to bring it to my apartment,” she paused and turned back to him, “Why are you so jumpy?”

Harry’s heart was pounding. He knew he was probably quite jumpy given the circumstances, “I just didn’t expect you. Caught me off guard.”

Fae looked at him like he was crazy and turned to finish ascending the stairs.

Harry followed close behind his daughter and spoke loudly, “Well, you’re always welcome to stop by Fae. You know that.”

“Why are you shouting? Are you okay?” Fae scrunched her brows and shook her head at her dad.

You heard the commotion and then Harry’s voice. Kneeling down behind the bed you kept your eye on the bedroom door. Just in case Fae should enter.

“Yes, I’m fine. Sorry,” Harry lowered his voice but hoped you heard him. He imagined that you already were hidden and aware of everything going on. He doubted his daughter would need to go into his bedroom but still.

Harry leaned against the door frame as Fae looked through her closet for the suitcase, “It’s not here. Do you think it’s in your room?”

Harry’s heart rate picked up once again, “No. I doubt it. Haven’t seen anything like that in there.”

Fae sighed and peeked under her bed, not finding her suitcase, “I’m just gonna check in your closet if it’s okay,” she spoke as she walked toward Harry who was at her doorway.

Harry put his hands on Fae’s shoulders to stop her, “No! Uh… I’ll go check. Just keep looking. I’ll be right back!”

“Seriously, Dad. What’s wrong? Are you hiding someone in there?” Fae laughed out her last sentence but Harry stopped in his tracks and turned to look at his daughter with wide eyes.

“Why would you say that?”

Fae stopped and cocked her head, “Well, I was kidding. But you’re starting to make me think I wasn’t far off.”

Harry licked his lips and shook his head, speaking loudly once again, “No. Of course, I’m not. I’ll check in my room you just… keep looking in your room. My room’s a mess. I don’t want you to see it.”

However, if there was anything about Fae that was consistent from childhood through adulthood it was that she was nosy, and if she wanted to find out information she would.

You panicked and slid under Harry’s bed just as the door opened. There was no good spot to hide in his bedroom. The bathroom or the closet was an option but those were no better than just being under his bed.

Harry stepped into his room and looked around, not seeing you he moved to quickly look under his bed and saw you on your back with your eyes closed, “Nothing under here,” he spoke loudly and Fae passed him into the room to open his closet.

“Your room’s not messy, Dad. You’re being really weird.” She looked into his closet and up on the shelves, not finding the suitcase.

“Dang. Wonder if Mom took it when she left. I’ll have to call her. You sure nothing’s under your bed?” she stepped toward the bed and Harry quickly hopped in front of her.

“Nothing’s under there. But I think there are a bunch of things in the hall closet. Let’s go check there.”

Fae pointed at her dad, “I’m on to you. Something’s going on here and I’m going to figure it out.”

She walked past him to leave his bedroom and Harry let out the breath he was holding.

You were sure you’d been caught when Fae stepped into his bedroom. At first, you figured there would be no reason for her to go into his room but you were clearly wrong.

You continued to lie still under his bed with your bag at your feet as your heart thumped loudly in your chest until the moment she left. You opened your eyes and waited. You weren’t going to move until you knew for sure the coast was clear.

It took a few minutes. Harry wanted to wait until he saw Fae pull away in her car before he gave you the all-clear.

Running up the stairs toward his room you heard him as he ducked down on the side you were laying, and put his hand on your arm, “Hey, baby. She’s gone.”

He helped you out from under the bed and you felt like you were in shock. The morning had started off so perfectly but the reality of what you were doing crashed down on you when your best friend arrived.

You were even still wet between your legs, Harry’s come on your thighs, as you hadn’t had a chance to clean up.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. Are you okay?” Harry pulled you into his lap. He sat on the rug and cradled you into his arms.

“I don’t know. That was… I feel awful about this.”

Harry put his hand to the back of your head and kissed your forehead, “Don’t feel awful. We can’t help our feelings, Y/n.”

You nodded and closed your eyes, “I know. I just wish the circumstances were different.”

“Me too.”

Fae’s surprise visit put you behind on getting ready. You didn’t have time to shower after wiping up and getting dressed and now you had no choice but to let Harry drop you off at work so you wouldn’t wind up being late.

Harry parked at the front of the restaurant and you leaned in to kiss him goodbye, “Thank you, Harry. See you tonight.”

He grinned and pulled at your arm, pressing his mouth back over yours once again before parting from the kiss, “I’ll be here to pick you up at 8.”

The moment you walked inside your boss was there with a confused look on her face, “Is that your boyfriend?”

You paused and looked outside as Harry’s car drove off and then back at your boss. You hadn’t expected that anyone would see you, “Uh. Yeah. He is.” You figured there was no harm in admitting he was your boyfriend to your boss.

“Interesting.” She gazed out the glass entry into the front, “He looks awfully familiar. Except the man I’m thinking of is married and probably 20 years older than you,” she shook her head and looked back at you. “Same car too.” She raised her brows and sighed as she looked at her watch, “Well, anyway. Your first table was just sat. You should probably go clock in.”

Fuck.

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Got Me Right Where You Want Me*

warnings: smut, swearing, daddy kink, unprotected sex, breeding, exhibitionism

summary: YN and Harry spend a day on the golf course together, but she won’t make it easy for him

pairing: ceo harry x reader

wc: 5.4k

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a/n: i’ve decided i’m gonna try and post a oneshot every friday (key word is TRY😭) and i’ll probably do blurbs in between

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Fresh out of the shower with wet hair and a towel around his waist, Harry steps into his and YN’s shared bedroom, humming the tune of the song he’d been listening to. His eyes instantly travel to his wife, who is freshly showered as well, still sitting in the exact same spot she was in when he went to shower. He rolls his eyes fondly as he watched her scroll through her emails with just a towel around her, the cutest look of concentration adorning her face.

Making his way to her, he sits down next to her, and she looks up at him with a soft smile. Returning her smile, he leans forward and presses his lips to hers sweetly. She melts into him and frowns when they pull away, making him chuckle at her.

“Do you want to come with me to the course today?” he questions, standing from the bed and heading to the closet. YN is slightly confused, as he’s never asked her to accompany him before.

“I mean, of course, but what’s the occasion?“ she asks, standing up as well and heading to her side of the closet. Her eyes skim over her clothes as she awaits his answer, a sigh leaving her when she realizes she’d left her white tennis skirt at their London home the last time they visited.

“Just miss you,” he responds, sitting down on his ottoman to pull his shirt over his head. “Been busy all week and we haven’t really had any time together,” he finishes timidly, making YN laugh quietly at him.

Walking over to him, she leans over him and places her hands on his chest. “We’ve been together for ten years and you’re still afraid to admit you love me?” she questions. “I’m starting to think you’re ashamed of me or something,” she teases, heading back to her space to find an outfit.

Harry tuts at her, a frown tugging at his lips. “Oh, shut the fuck up. You know m’not ashamed of you. Never have been, never could be,” he retorts, pulling his pants up before sliding his feet into his shoes.

She laughs heartily at her husband, sitting down to start moisturizing her skin. “Yeah, I bet you can’t be. Especially not when you cried like a baby at our wedding in front of all your tough guy friends,” she teases, making him scoff in mock offence.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” he laughs, pushing her shoulder playfully before standing up to loop his belt into his pants. “I still think you’re the one who leaked those pictures,” he mutters, making her double over in laughter at the memory behind the accusation.

He makes his way from the closet with a dimpled grin on his face, headed to the garage to get his clubs. “I’m ready whenever you are, gonna be in the Range Rover,” he calls, and she nods in agreement although he can’t see her.

Standing back up, she skims her closet once more, dragging her finger along each item of clothing as she tries to decide what to wear. She knows it’s nearly 100°F in LA, so she needs something that’ll keep her cool.

Her eyes land on a purple, thin, tennis dress, and her face lights up as it’s absolutely perfect. It matches Harry’s shirt almost perfectly, and it’s thin enough to keep her cool out in the summer heat.

Taking it off the hanger, she smiles as she notices just how short it is, and knowing that it will be even shorter once it’s on her body. She slides on a decides against a bra, knowing it’ll be uncomfortable in the material and she can use it to her advantage anyways.

She immediately slips the dress over her head before deciding on some plain white sneakers and putting on some jewelry and perfume before heading out of the closet and down to the car where Harry is waiting for her.

In no rush at all, she takes her time and makes her way down to the garage, anticipating Harry’s reaction. She closes the door behind her and slips into the car without a word, buckling her seatbelt.

Harry’s eyes are practically burning her skin with how hard he’s staring, and she doesn’t even have to look at him to know that his eyes are bulging out of his head.

Turning to look at him, she puts on a look of faux confusion as she eyes him. “Are you okay?” she questions innocently, placing her arm on his bicep.

Her touch seems to snap him out of the trance, and he clears his throat with a small nod before pulling out of the garage and heading down the road. A small smirk plays on YN’s lips as they make the drive there, loving how fidgety Harry is beside her. She can clearly see his jaw clench every time he spares her a glance before swallowing thickly, his Adam’s Apple straining against the skin of his throat.

When the two are sat at a red light, YN decides to take it a step further. Reaching over, she places a hand on his thigh and feels the thick muscle twitch beneath her palm. Harry glares at her for a split second before the light turns green, his eyes snapping back to the road ahead.

A sigh of relief passes through his lips when he sees the familiar greenery of their country club’s golf course, ready to get out of the car that’s so thick with tension you could cut it with a knife. He practically speeds into his reserved parking spot, throwing the car in park and leaning back to rest against the seat.

Still smirking, YN moves her hand from his thigh to the very prominent bulge in his slacks, grazing it gently. She’s filled with satisfaction when he inhales sharply and cuts his eyes to hers in anger.

Before he can retaliate, she’s slipping out of the car quickly, and he’s not even a little bit surprised when she ‘drops’ her visor on the ground outside the car only to bend down to pick it up.

His eyes are bulging out of his head once again as he has a full view of her barely covered ass, making him stifle a groan. He can’t even form any words to speak, not that he’d get a word in anyways as she closes the door and heads into the building, a smug smile on her face.

In the car, Harry’s mouth is agape as he recalls each event he’s gone through since he stepped out of his shower, palming his cock as he realizes her game. He’s so hard it hurts, but he tries his best to will the boner away, all while coming up with a plan to even the score.

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Rolling her eyes in frustration, YN flips Harry the middle finger as he turns to look at her, a dimpled smile on his face. Sweat is glistening on his forehead, dripping down the side of his face in the humid LA heat, and YN is damn near dripping down her thighs as she watches him play.

Ever since Harry set foot into the country club with a dimpled grin on his face, YN knew she’d fucked up by teasing him the way she did. No matter how nervous she gets, though, she refuses to show it.

With each precise swing of his favourite club, Harry makes sure to flex his muscles extra hard, and groans extra loud when the ball doesn’t go as far as he’d like.

After each of these, he cuts his eyes to his wife who is trying to act like it’s not affecting her, but he can see through her tough act. Just the thought of her dripping into her panties but acting like she isn’t has his knees weak.

About three holes in, Harry decides to take a break and go inside the club for some much needed air. He hops onto his reserved golf cart beside his wife and leans over to give her a peck on the lips before driving toward the building.

His smirk is still very evident when he places his free hand on her thigh that’s closest to him, and YN thinks nothing of it as it is a normal gesture. When he moves his hand up higher to the bottom of her dress, her breath hitches and she whips her head to look at him as she realizes what he’s doing.

“You’re not funny, H,” she hisses, a scowl on her face as his fingers touch the crevice where her thigh and pelvis meet.

Harry scoffs out a sarcastic laugh at her comment before he speaks up. “Yeah, but it was funny when you did it, hm?” he retorts, making the sharp turn that leads them to the concrete road. The movement makes his hand graze right over her pussy, and the both of them gasp quietly at the feeling.

Smirking, Harry turns his head to her for a split second. “It’s not funny. I see,” he mutters. “‘s not funny because you’re dripping into your panties and you want me to do something about it, right?” he questions, pulling into the parking spot and killing the engine.

He doesn’t even give her time to answer before he’s pushing down right where her clit is, making her choke out a moan.

Just as she starts to buck her hips into his hand, he pulls away, laughing loudly as she whines in frustration. “Should’ve thought about that before you started this, Pet,” he teases, waiting for her to climb out of the cart and head inside.

He reaches his hand out for hers, but she angrily stoops past him, upset that he’s beat her at her own game. The action makes him laugh even harder, shaking his head at his prideful wife.

~

Once inside the club, Harry gruffly greets everyone he knows, ignoring the ogling women around him. He truly only has eyes for his wife, not even bothering to look their way. Each woman has their eyes on him as he steps in, confused as to why he stood waiting by the entrance.

All of their confusion quickly moulds into jealousy as they see a beautiful woman enter the building, a pretty dress on that is the same colour as Harry’s shirt. They each take note of how he smiles softly at her and wraps his arm around her waist to keep her close, a stark contrast to the way he interacts with others.

The club is silent as the two make their way to the bar, watching the way his arm never leaves her body. No one has ever seen YN, let alone the way he treats her differently than everyone else.

The two of them just end up getting waters, parched from the heat. Despite the fact that water is free there, Harry makes sure to slap two $100 bills onto the counter once they receive their drinks.

It’s no longer silent in the club, the onlookers going back about their day as the two are literally just drinking water. Once the two are all refreshed from the cold drinks, Harry places a ringed hand on YN’s thigh once again, making her jump slightly at the coldness of his palm.

She has to stifle a groan when he picks up where he left off earlier, toying with the edge of her panties before pulling them to the side and swiping a finger through her folds. The action has her eyes rolling into her head when he grazes her sensitive clit, and then he just pulls away.

YN groans in frustration at the teasing, leaning up to whisper in his ear angrily. “Okay, it’s not fucking funny anymore,” she grits out, making Harry’s eyes widen slightly in shock. “If you aren’t going to fuck me then stop fucking touching me,” she finishes, sitting up straight once more.

Turning her head, she looks at her husband and immediately knows she fucked up. His eyes have darkened and his jaw is clenched. Unsurprisingly, the sight only turns her on even more, and she has to squeeze her thighs together to try and relieve some of the throbbing between her legs.

“In the fucking bathroom. I want you bent over the sink with y’panties down,” he demands, pinching her clit slightly and making her whimper at the slight pain that shoots up her spine. “And don’t even think about touching yourself. You’re already in trouble,” he warns, snapping her panties back into place and taking another drink of his water.

She practically scrambles as she hurries to the family bathroom, doing as he says and hoping that no one comes in and sees her exposed this way.

It’s definitely been over ten minutes by the time she’s getting so desperate she can barely wait, and then the door swings open, making her tense. She hears a familiar hum of satisfaction from behind her, and she relaxes as it’s only her husband.

Closing the door behind him, he doesn’t take his eyes off of where she’s dripping for him, watching as a bit of her slick trails down her thighs with how desperate she is.

Stepping up behind her, he swipes a finger over the skin of her thigh and collects some of her arousal before bringing it to his lips. Looking up into the mirror, he finds her eyes as he brings his finger to his mouth.

Moaning at the taste, he watches as YN squirms in discomfort as he pussy throbs at the sight. No more words are exchanged as Harry unbuttons his pants and takes his cock out before using his palm to clean up some of her arousal.

YN is confused for a moment, but it doesn’t last long at all as she watches him wrap his hand around his cock and start to stroke it with her stick.

He groans in pleasure as she whines at the sight, unsure how much more she can take. “Please fuck me. Swear I’ll be good, Daddy. Just please,” she begs, finding his eyes in the mirror.

“Mm, I don’t know, pet,” he tsks, stepping forward and moving the head of his cock through he swollen folds. “You haven’t been on your best behaviour today, so I’m not sure if you deserve it,” he hums in faux thoughtfulness.

She’s near tears at this point, just desperate to feel him deep inside of her and stretching her out. “I swear I do, I didn’t meant it,” her eyes are still boring into his. “I’ll be such a good girl, just-,” she’s immediately cut off with a gasp that melts into a moan, as Harry decided to push his cock into her in one quick thrust.

Her hands are gripping the counter tightly as he bottoms out, her jaw dropped as she hears him groan behind her. She’s so fucking full of him, feeling each ridge and vein of his cock grazing her sensitive walls.

“Thank you. Thank you so much, Daddy,” she babbles, feeling the head of his cock pressed slightly against her cervix.

The slight pain has her head spinning, and he’s just pressed up against her as he lets her adjust. When she’s fully relaxed, she gives him a slight nod of permission to begin thrusting into her.

Harry wastes absolutely no time, pulling out until only the tip of him is resting inside of her before slamming back into her and burying himself to the hilt.

The force of the thrust sends her flying forward, a choked moan falling from her lips at the feeling. He repeats the action over and over, and she’s sure she’ll have bruises on her torso in the morning from how rough it is. But she wouldn’t change it, not at all. Especially not with the way he’s making her feel so good she can barely form a coherent sentence.

Cries and moans are accompanied by the sound of Harry’s hips hitting her ass with each thrust, giving everyone outside a mental image of exactly what’s going on behind the bathroom doors.

That thought doesn’t stop him, though. If anything, it gave him the motivation to keep up the pace, absolutely wrecking his wife. His fingers are digging into her hips as he pulls her back to meet each thrust as well as keeping her stable.

Removing one hand from her hip, he brings it down onto her backside harshly, listening to her cry out and feeling her clench around him. “Gonna cum?” he questions, watching as she squeezes her eyes shut and nods, ready to cum then and there.

Just as she’s about to fall over the edge, though, she feels her orgasm slipping away and she’s empty as Harry pulls out of her, stroking his cock furiously before sliding the tip back into her at the last moment and cumming inside her contracting walls with a throaty groan.

She whines in frustration, slamming her hand down onto the counter as she squeezes her shaking thighs together for some sort of stimulation.

She looks up at him questioningly, the sadness on her face almost making him feel bad. Almost. The remorse is quickly turned back into arousal as he sees his cum leaking from her and down her thighs a bit.

“Fuck,” he pants, tucking his cock back into his slacks. “I should make you sit out there in a puddle of my cum but I need you home so I can really take you,” he spits before spanking her ass once more.

She moans deeply at the sharp sting as he rubs the sore spot before pulling her panties back up. “Cmon, let’s get to the car,” he tells her, and she instantly obliges.

The two walk back out into the main area, ignoring the shocked looks of the other members as it’s very obvious what they were doing in the bathroom.

~

Once they’re back in the car, YN is still very angry at her mean husband, but at the same time she knows she deserved it for being a brat. She just didn’t think he’d deny her of an orgasm.

The radio is on in the car, and it’s the only sound they can hear beside the engine. YN’s arms are folded neatly in her lap as she tries to avoid more punishment, already knowing he’s angry.

“Pull y’panties down,” he demands suddenly, making YN look at him in shock before immediately doing what he requested as she takes in the firm look on his face. “Rub your clit a little. Just real soft and slow,” he tells her, eyeing her as she places one leg on the dashboard and passes him the panties.

She wastes absolutely no more time, bringing two fingers between her messy folds and then up to her swollen clit before rubbing slowly and softly, just as he’d told her to. The stimulation feels so good, and she squeezes her eyes shut and throws her head back against the seat as she tries not to speed her hand up.

“Would y’look at that,” he muses, basking in the sound of her breathy whines as he watches her tease herself. “Y’panties are all ruined, poor thing,” he smirks.

She cries out in frustration and pleasure as she circles her clit again, the slow torture only making her angry.

He hums in faux sympathy, looking over at her for a brief second. “Do y’need Daddy to take care of you?” he questions, smiling softly as she nods furiously. “Oh, Pet,” he tsks. “Should’ve thought about that, hm?” he continues. “Slap y’cunt five times. Hard. Then put your legs back down,” he finishes, making her groan at the demand.

She follows his orders immediately, the stinging pain of the slaps making her jump and cry out in pain. She doesn’t let up, though, finishing up the request before closing her legs tightly and fixing her dress once more.

Harry gives her a towel to clean his cum from her hand before they continue the drive in silence, YN anticipating what’s to come.

~

By the time they arrive at home, nervous isn’t the word to describe what YN is feeling, not in the slightest. She’s kind of shaky, but Harry places a warm hand on her thigh and calms her down, his gentle touch letting her know that there’s nothing to worry about. He will always take care of her.

Stepping out of the car with her panties in pocket, Harry walks around to the passenger door and helps her out, letting her go in front of him to punch in the code to get into their home.

He closes the door gently, taking his shoes off as she does the same. “You can take a seat on the couch, I’ll be back down after I take a shower,” he tells her before pressing a passionate kiss to her lips. Yet another gesture to let her know he isn’t too angry anymore.

She nods and does as he says, just scrolling on her phone for a few minutes until she hears a knock on the front door. Confusion fills her, she’s not expecting anyone and she hopes Harry isn’t at a time like this.

Opening the door, YN is honestly saddened to see Niall, Harry’s best friend, on the other side of the door in some casual clothing.

Leaning down to give her a hug, he places a friendly kiss on YN’s forehead as she invites him in. He starts to slip his shoes from his feet, making YN frown and groan under her breath.

“Hey, YN. I hope you guys don’t mind I came over. My girlfriend and her friends are having a girls day so I’m gonna bother you two for a couple hours,” he tells her, making his way to the couch and sitting down exactly where YN had been sat just moments before.

“No, no! Don’t-“ YN tries to warn him, but he’s already sat there and getting comfortable, turning on the television in front of him.

“Don’t worry,” he continues. “It’ll be like I’m not even here,” he finishes.

“Alright,” YN sighs, still standing near the couch. “Do you want a drink or something?” she questions, and he shakes his head.

“No, you just go about whatever you were doing. Thanks,” he smiles, turning back to the television.

“I fucking wish,” YN mutters, headed to the kitchen to get a drink. She rests at the counter with her elbows against it, completely forgetting about how she was pantiless and still dripping with her husband’s cum. Not long after, she feels a presence behind her, making her jump in fear.

“Shh, it’s just me,” Harry chuckles, making her relax. She takes in the scent of his body wash and shampoo, seeing his wet hair before noticing that he’s only dressed in a towel.

“Come upstairs with me. Gonna take care of you, okay?” he tells her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder and then repeating the action all the way up her neck, making her whine and squirm.

“We can’t, Niall is here,” she grumbles, and he gives her a look that shows he clearly doesn’t care.

“I know, I saw him come in on the doorbell camera,” he answers. “Just gonna have to be a little quieter than normal, can you handle that?” he asks her, laughing as she nods quickly.

Grabbing her hand, he pulls her with him as he quietly runs up the stairs and into their bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them.

“On y’back. Need to eat your cunt before anything else,” he tells her, and she immediately scrambled to do so, desperate to feel him on her in any way she can.

He climbs on the bed after her and spreads her legs, eyeing her messy cunt before him. He’s rock hard by now, his cock throbbing and aching as he needs to be inside her again and feel her cum around his cock.

Lying down on his stomach, he wastes no time, diving in immediately and swiping his tongue through her dripping folds. Both of them groan at that, YN from the feeling and Harry from the taste of his cum on her.

He closes his eyes and works on her, not letting up for even a second as she pants heavily above him. He’s so hard that he subconsciously starts grinding into the duvet, chasing an orgasm as well.

The towel is still wrapped around his waist, the semi rough fibres grazing his sensitive cock perfectly with each push of his hips into the bedding. The feeling makes him groan against her, only pushing her closer to her orgasm.

“Please, can I cum?” she cries out quietly, reaching down and pushing his head tighter to her. He hums and tries his best to nod, giving her permission to finally cum.

She cums then and there, and it’s so hard she has to squeeze her eyes shut and turn her head to bite down onto the pillow beneath her head. It’s all she can do to keep herself from screaming, her legs shaking around his head as she cums so hard there are stars behind her eyelids.

He keeps licking at her until she whines and pushes him away, making him sit up, panting. “Holy shit we taste so good together,” he mutters, causing her to let out a snort.

“We’re not done, though. Ready for me now?” he asks her, and she laughs in shock before nodding at him.

He quickly helps her to lie on her side, getting behind her and lifting her leg to be over his waist. It’s no secret that it’s her favourite position, allowing her to be close to him as well as feel him so deeply. And it’s his favourite just because it’s her favourite.

Grabbing his cock, he slides the head through her swollen folds for a few seconds before lining up with her hole and slowly sliding in, making her eyes roll back as she gets what she needs.

She lets out a loud moan when he bottoms out, making Harry quickly place his hand over her mouth. “Hush, Pet. Don’t want us to get caught with m,cock deep in you, do you?” he teases, groaning when she clenches down on him at his words. That makes him hum in realization, pulling out just to push his cock back into her before repeating the action over and over at a consistent pace.

Neither of them know that Niall has gone on a search for them, calling their names quietly as he explores the house. Stopping outside of the bedroom door, he hears the faint sound of clapping of some sort, making him stop and listen.

“I bet you want him to hear, hm?” he teases darkly, listening to her whines and moans as she accommodates him fully. “Want m’bestfriend to hear how much of a whore you are for me,” he finishes.

His words have her crying out in pleasure, and he squeezes his hand even tighter around her throat. She claws at his wrist as she struggles to breathe, but he knows she truly doesn’t want him to stop because she didn’t tap him three times.

“Shut the fuck up, ‘m not gonna stop fucking you until you soak my cock and I fill you up again,” he grits, ignoring the sound of Niall groaning in frustration.

The two hear a groan on the other side of their locked door, but he doesn’t let up on his bruising thrusts. “You guys are fucking disgusting, I’m just going to leave,” Niall calls as he makes his way back downstairs with a disgusted look on his face. “Fuck like rabbits, I swear,” he mutters before slamming their front door shut.

YN’s eyes are rolled back into her head, her hand clawing at Harry’s wrist even harder, warning him of her orgasm, knowing it’s going to be big. Leaning down, Harry bites down on her ear gently before pulling away. “I know, baby. Gonna cum again, hm?” he questions, although he already knows the answer.

She nods against the force of him furiously, her eyes squeezed shut as she tries to hold off on her orgasm until he gives her permission. Opening her chapped lips, she manages to breathe out, “P-please,” she begs, her voice raspy. Leaning down once more, he presses some gentle kisses all over her neck before sucking on the spot gently.

Wanting to torture her a bit more, he smirks against her skin before he pulls away. “Please, what? What do you want?” he questions, loving the way she chokes and cries out in frustration, tears streaming down her face. “Tell me what you need, use your words, pet,” he hums, feeling her lock up around him once more.

After numerous attempts, and in between gasps for air, she can finally get it out as her lower body practically goes numb. “Please, let me cum,” she begs, feeling her stomach clench almost painfully.

Deciding to end his torment, he nods against her. “Yeah, pet. Cum for Daddy,” he rasps, nearing his orgasm as well. Immediately after he’s finished speaking, he feels her relax around him before locking down on him so tightly that he bites down on his bottom lip to hold back a scream of pleasure.

Her orgasm overloads almost all of his senses; he can hear, feel, and see her orgasm take over her body. The way her breath hitches in her throat and she lets out an almost animalistic groan fills his ears, her tight hole clenching down on him once more as he doesn’t stop his thrusts, the feeling of her orgasm soaking the both of their thighs making him look down as the clear liquid comes from her vagina.

All of those things combined send him over the edge with a silent scream, his face scrunched up as his orgasm is nearly painful with how tight his balls and stomach are.

His thrusts never cease, feeling her flutter around him as he fills her for the last time tonight as she relaxes fully, exhausted. He finally lets go of her throat as she starts to lose consciousness, rubbing up and down her body to ground her and cooing to her to let her know he’s there.

Not even removing himself from her still contracting hole, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her closer, pressing soft kisses to her shoulder as she comes down slowly. The two stay that way until he has completely softened inside of her and her breathing is no longer shaky and uneven.

Her eyes are still closed in exhaustion when he slowly pulls himself out of her, a small hiss leaving his lips at the temperature change. With another chaste kiss to the side of her face, he lets her know that he’s going to get a washcloth for her, knowing she doesn’t have the energy to move from the bed.

She responds with a tired hum, her eyes still closed. While away, Harry wets a washcloth with warm water before grabbing some relieving cream, and on the way back to his wife he grabs a pair of loose cotton panties for her to sleep in.

Making his way to her, he spreads her legs gingerly before wincing at how swollen she is, guilt filling him. He wipes gently, but obviously not gentle enough as she cries out softly in pain as he grazes her sensitive clit.

“Sorry, baby,” he mutters, being way gentler as he finishes up. As soon as he’s done, he grabs some relieving cream and puts a bit on her before sliding some panties up her legs, rubbing her thighs when she whines slightly in discomfort. “I know, I know. You just need to sleep in them tonight and then you can breathe tomorrow,” he tells her, wiping some sweat from her forehead.

She nods weakly and snuggles into his hand, the warmth making her feel comfortable and even sleepier than she already was. Harry chuckles quietly before cleaning himself up quickly and taking the washcloth back into the bathroom before he pulls some boxers on.

He’s back at her side instantly, helping her weakened body out of the bed and across the hall to their guest bedroom, making sure he tells her what he’s doing to keep her grounded. The blankets are quickly pulled back before he helps her underneath them, and then he’s climbing under them himself, exhausted from his multiple orgasms as well.

No time is wasted before he’s wrapping his arms around her and looking down, only to see that she’s already asleep, her breathing quiet and even. With one last chuckle, he presses a kiss to her forehead before closing his eyes, drifting to sleep as well.

~

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[trivialbob]

I am back home from vacation in Isla Mujeres. Sheila is staying a few more days. We know other visitors on the island. Sheila is hanging out with them this week.

The Island is a 25 minute ferry ride from Cancun. It is about tourism, but not at all like being inside an all-inclusive resort. Many folks we ran into visit Isla for several weeks at a time and stay in small condos or rooms.

(A bit long, with pictures, below the cut)

We rented a two-bedroom place in a small, four-unit building. It was at the north end of the island. That's where many of the American and Canadian visitors stay. But locals live there too. From our roof we could see the family next door, cooking and putting out their laundry to dry. Our door is the blue one in the bottom left picture.

Some US hotels I've been at lately don't offer daily changes of sheets and towels. "For the sake of the environment," ya know. Our modest place in Isla included fresh sheets and towels every day in addition to full room cleaning. It felt luxurious.

More local people live mid-island and to the south end. However, visitors rent places all over the narrow island. A couple we know has the equivalent of a studio apartment mid-island for two months at $600/month. A realtor would call it "Very cozy." I liked it.

That couple has bicycles they store there for when they come back each winter. They also rent a golf cart from time to time to drive around the island, as many visitors do. Some Americans and Canadians purchase places instead of renting. Some beautiful, modern houses dot the island.

One of the first things I did upon arrival was slather myself in SPF 50 sunscreen. My pasty white head and back made the soft, white beach sand look like black pepper in comparison. The sunscreen worked well. I have only one small patch of burned skin where I missed covering a spot on one ankle.

You won't find chain restaurants here. The few banks and gas stations have familiar names, but that's about it for big brands.

Warning signs are few and far between. Servers bring cold beer to the beach, in glass bottles. This was my fourth or fifth visit and Sheila's 12th. We've never seen or heard someone break a bottle. There are no lifeguards at beaches or pools.

When crossing roads, cars, golf carts, and scooters seem to have the right-of-way over pedestrians. Sidewalks are rough and uneven. You learn to be careful and pay attention. At times soldiers and police patrolled the streets with rifles. We felt secure the whole time, even while walking in dimly lit local neighborhoods.

One resort-like place where we hung out at for a few hours has a pool with concrete seats and tables in the water. A server, seeing me cooling off in the water, asked if I'd deliver a glass ashtray to four women sitting at table in the pool.

Smoking isn't allowed inside bars and restaurants, thank God. Unlike the US where that's just understood, there are some No Fumar signs posted in Isla businesses. I bet I didn't see more than a dozen people smoking the whole time I was there.

Touristy stuff is there if you want that. Two streets have vendors hawking t-shirts, magnets, and such. Scuba and fishing trips are available if that's your thing. Golf carts and scooters can be rented. Mainly I eat good food, drink relatively inexpensive drinks and cheap beer, read, and relax. Surprisingly though, I recorded 10,000 or more steps every day.

Many of the older buildings would make an American code inspector twitch with anxiety. Few stairs, even very steep ones, have railings. Nor do all the rooftops. Our place had a railing on top but the buildings next to us did not. A realtor might call those "Unencumbered terraces." I easily could have done one of those cop TV show stunts, jumping from building to building while chasing a perp down the block.

Try tracing these wires. Or finding the source of the water lines. A realtor might say "Plentiful utilities." We did have excellent water pressure, hot and cold. Just don't drink it.

Bathrooms in some bars and restaurants... oh my. An Applebee's is more sanitary, but then you are eating at Applebee's. About ten years ago one of Sheila's friends purchased a toilet seat with her own money and installed it herself in one of the island's bars she liked to frequent. She had developed some nice leg muscles from so much hovering. Life's trade-offs, right?

One bar's women's room has a lot of comments in Sharpie about Mark. Some female out there somewhere DOES NOT LIKE MARK. Apparently a frequent visitor to the island, she documents when bad thoughts of Mark cross her mind. The men's room offered some scribbles both for and against Mark. At our table a group of us sat around trying to come up with the story. It could have a chance at being a Netflix/Hulu movie.

We didn't cook. There are too many local places that are fun and tasty. In some parts of the island you can actually order a meal at someone's house and eat on their patio. I'll have a separate post later about how we hired local guy bring us to seven different places for food one night.

Several times we shared restaurant tables with other visitors, some we knew from previous visits, some total strangers. A couple from New Jersey wanted to sit on the patio at a restaurant Sheila and I like. All three outside tables were occupied. We had empty chairs at ours, so we invited them to join us and had a wonderful evening talking with them. The wife did sound a bit like Carmela Soprano. Her husband, however, did not make me remove my cap. Another restaurant had a cat you could pet during dinner at another place.

In addition to the restaurant cat there were sidewalk dogs. They putter around or relax on the warm pavement. People walk and drive around the dogs. I assure you that white dog in the right picture is just sleeping contentedly. I didn't use a flash, so I wouldn't disturb him. The little one on the left greeted me as I walked along the malecón on my way to a massage.

We played pickle ball while there. The courts were in the middle of an area with few tourists. All the players were Americans. I wonder what the local residents think of the game with the bright, plastic balls that go clink, clink, clink. That's me in the yellow hat (top left picture). The bottom two pictures are what was behind the courts.

I could get used to scooter life. Sheila has one at home, but it's engine is literally six times the size of what these ones here have.

Carnival celebrations began on Friday. Our place overlooked the town square, by the Catholic Church. It was fun to watch the celebration with the loud music and lots of people.

That got long! Enough for now.

[niallsgoldhoop]

Chapter Two

Wren

Six Months Later

I need coffee.

Poking my head out of my office, I look left and right down the hallway before making a break for the coffee machine.

It’s been six months since I was hired at Willow Lake Golf Resort as their marketing executive and for each of those six months I’ve tried to stay as invisible as possible.

That’s what happens when you show up for your first day of work and meet your boss— the very same person you ran into at the grocery store. In retrospect, it wouldn’t be so bad if I hadn’t spilled not just the diet soda in my basket all over his pants, but also managed to soak them in pickle juice as well.

When I walked into his office that day it took everything in me not to turn around, get in my car, and drive it off the nearest bridge.

I was perfectly fine with running into an attractive man with an even more attractive accent and living my entire life knowing that I’d never see him again— More than fine, even.

Ha.

If only life was that easy.

Instead I’ve spent every day trying to avoid him at all costs.

“Wren.”

At the sound of the deep, low voice behind me I jump which sends the freshly brewed coffee all over the back of my hand. “Shit—“

“Here.” Placing his hand on my waist, Niall guides me over to the sink before turning on the cold water. “This should help. Are you okay?”

I try to ignore how close he’s standing to me and I’m definitely ignoring the way his cologne smells as his words skate across the shell of my ear.

“I’m okay.” The words come out as a whisper, barely audible. “We should probably stop meeting like this.”

He laughs behind me, the sound like a warm blanket. “You know, I’d have to agree.”

With the cool water running over the red skin, my breath hitches in my throat as Niall takes my wrist and turns it over in his hand.

“Make sure you put something on this so the swelling goes down.” Dragging his thumb across the edge of the mark, I hold my breath. “I don’t want to see you with a scar.”

His finger moves across my skin two more times and the way it sends goosebumps across my skin has me reaching for the faucet and turning it off before grabbing some paper towels to dry my hands and trying not to wince as it runs over the sensitive spot.

“I should probably go—“

“I’m surprised to see you out of your office.” Niall smiles as he leans against the counter, crossing his arms and making the muscles in his arms flex against the sleeves of his shirt. “Seems like you always hide in there.”

“I don’t hide in my office.” I laugh, trying not to sound as nervous as I feel right now.

His eyes find mine and hold steady for just a beat longer, the blue so intense that even as mortified as I am there no way I could look away.

Maybe it’s not too late to run away and join the circus.

“Rory said that you’ve made significant strides over the last few months with the marketing and I’m glad I was able to catch you out of your office today to tell you that you are a great addition to our team.” His arms move from across his chest, instead pressing his palms on the counter behind him. “Thank you for everything that you do and continue to do for Willow Lake.”

“Um, you're welcome.” I can feel the heat rush to my cheeks as I push my long hair behind my ear. “I’m just grateful to be working here.”

“We are equally grateful to have you.” His smile is wide as he steps away from the counter and walks towards me, making my heartbeat gallop in my chest. “If you need anything, promise me that you’ll let me know?”

Nodding, I move to the open doorway, bumping my shoulder against it in true Wren fashion. “Yeah, yeah. I promise. I’ll let you know.”

“Good.” Niall’s smile pulls up more on one side in a smirk.

“Well, I’m going to get back to work.” Smiling, I wave like a complete idiot before ducking out of the room.

Could I be any more embarrassing? God.

Niall Horan was one of the most renowned golfers of our time and it was clearly impossible for me to act like a normal person when he’s around. With three wins at The Master’s under his belt and so many accomplishments, it was hard not to be in awe of him in general.

Turn him into a nice person with pretty blue eyes?

That’s just not fair for the rest of us.

Finally back behind my desk, I lay my head down on my desk and let out a long breath.

Maybe I’ll just stay in my office for the rest of my life.

Hiding just like I said I don’t do.

—————

“Jenna?”

There’s no way to mask my surprise when I press the phone up to my ear.

“Hi! How are you?” My sister's voice is bright and full of excitement. “I miss you!”

Rinsing off my plate and sliding into the bottom rack of the dishwater, I dry off my hands with a dish towel. “I’m good. What’s up? Do you need anything?”

“Why would I need something?” Jenna laughs. “Maybe I just wanted to call and talk to my sister.”

“It’s just been awhile since we talked.” I shrug even though she can’t see me.

She blows out a breath on another laugh. “It hasn’t been that long, Wren.”

“You’re right.” Agreeing with her has always been the easiest option, even though I know for a fact it’s been more than a month since her name has flashed across my screen. “Catch me up on your life.”

Jenna is four years younger than me and at twenty four she knows anything and everything there is to know about life. So while I pick up around my house, she catches me up on her life.

You would think that as sisters we would be close, but we never have been. More than once we’ve drifted apart due to our differences and mostly from the way Jenna has always seemed to treat me.

Being treated as the root of all of her problems and someone she couldn’t stand most of the time will do that to you.

She tells me about her boyfriend that she’s been with for about a year, something that is news to me although I don’t quite catch his name. I also listen as she explains her new job and how much she loves it.

About thirty minutes into the phone call she asks how I’m doing and asks about my job at Willow Lake.

Almost everyone knows about Willow Lake.

Even before Niall purchased it, the course was so well renowned for the pristine grounds and a clubhouse made for throwing parties. I’m pretty sure it was even in a list of top ten golf courses you should visit in your lifetime if you were an avid golfer.

“We’re starting a new program—“

“Do you guys have parties there?” Jenna interrupts. “Because my birthday is next week and I think it would be fun if we did it there.”

Closing my eyes, I try to take a flaming breath. “Jenna, you can’t just expect to be able to have a party in a week at Willow Lake.”

“Don’t you work there?” Her attitude is clear. “I get that you just don’t want to help me—“

“It’s not that, Jenna.” Running my hand through my hair, I take a deep breath. “You know I don’t mind helping you but this is so last minute.”

A disbelieving laugh comes through the phone. “Whatever— I shouldn’t have even called.”

“Jenna—“

I don’t even get to finish my sentence before the line goes dead.

Dread fills my body from tips of my toes to the ends of my fingertips, knowing that my parents will reach out and ask again begging me for help and I’ve never been able to say no to them.

Even more dread fills my body when I think about how hard it is to pull last minute strings and the only person that would be able to help me—

The one person I spend all my time avoiding.

Niall Horan.

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okay okay i’m actually more excited to put this here than wattpad 😂😂😂😂

-Alex

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[possum-quesadilla]

Chapter two of Lonely Remnants, “I wish I'd find all the lonely remnants, Of you that left when your head cracked open”, is here! Short but wild. Surprisingly, no trigger warnings this time!

Here are the extras!

- The lyrics for this chapter’s title are from “Coma Baby” by Nicole Dollanganger, and is also the origin of the fic’s title! I won’t go in depth as to how this song relates to the story, as that would be spoilers!

- “Painstakingly, she babysat the demon as it rinsed off the worst of what was left, then she used a pile of different washcloths and hand towels to wipe when she could off his face.” - If I had a nickel for every time a scene like this happened in my Beetlejuice fics, I’d have at least two.

- “My real physical form before I took this body was a bucket full of black goo. I could show ya, but I’d have to be qui-” - It was going to say it would have to be quick, because it wouldn’t have much time to return to the body.

- “It certainly hated the noise and the heat, growling and reminding her over and over that it needed to stay cool. She just rolled her eyes and kept doing her best to get the rotten little beast dry.” - IF I HAD A NICKEL-

- “A photo taken mid-snowball fight, Lawrence with an impish grin as he wound up to throw a rather large ball of snow at an unsuspecting Lydia. Lawrence, apparently having not grown up with snowy winters, sat bundled up in blankets on the couch, a cup of hot cocoa in hand. He was red-faced and obviously still freezing, but he was still smiling so brightly as Adam leaned down to kiss the top of his snowflake-covered head.” - Lawrence got absolutely decimated by Lydia for sneaking up on her like that. His ass got pelted with so many snowballs that Emily, Barbara, and Adam had to drag him inside so his southern-born ass wouldn’t get frostbite.

- “(Lydia’s passion for the arts seemed to have died with her mother, she thought. Just the idea of picking up a camera now made her sick to her stomach.)” - GUYS DON’T WORRY SHE WILL REGAIN HER PASSION FOR PHOTOGRAPHY!!!

- “ “That’s me and my dad, Charles. He used to take you golfing every summer to bond with you, but you sucked at it.” The Shoggoth gave her a funny sort of look as she continued.” - It was not prepared for her to refer to it as Lawrence.

- “ “Emily…” the Shoggoth echoed, some strange pained look flickering through it’s eyes.” - Hmm. Interesting!

- “There was a pair of photos of a family escape room trip. All of them, photographed by the employees, standing with bright grins and excited thumbs up. Then, in the same setting, with all of them staring angrily at an anxiously grimacing Lawrence, who held a sign that read “We did not escape”.” - It was Lawrence’s fault they did not escape.

- “Clusters of photos of nature, of them all in camping gear, of Charles teaching Lawrence, Adam, and Lydia how to fish. Lawrence diving in to the lake and then coming back up with a large bass in his hands, to the slack-jawed Charles’ astonishment, and cheers from Lydia.” - A little bit of foreshadowing to Lawrence’s country roots! My boy used to wade through the Everglades barefoot and grab pythons and such without batting an eye.

- “Lawrence hunched over a campfire, arms outstretched and face twisted and shadowed in a ghoulish grin as he recounted some ghastly horror story that seemed to especially petrify his partners.” - He has always been very talented at scaring people :)

- “Pridefest in a nearby town, Lawrence having Lydia sat on his shoulders as she flew a transgender flag high and proud for him. Adam, Barbara, and Emily smiling and flocking to their sides, touting their own flags. (Charles had taken the picture, it was amateurish and shaky.)” - Lydia is mad, hence why the narration/she is calling him ‘amateurish’ and not mentioning him as much. Also, ha ha, Charles is the only cishet one! Loser /lh

- “Fourth of July, where Charles, Adam, and Barbara followed Lawrence extremely closely each year, but somehow still never caught him before he could set off the disastrous “Fat Dragon” fountain firework that was captured in a bright, blurry photo of all of them running and screaming from it after it had tipped over and shot in their direction.” - Based on true events from my own life. Also “Fat Dragon” is a reference to “The Babysitter”, a movie I have a love-hate relationship with.

- “He looked… very different. It was almost startling. His face was clean-shaven, his cheeks were sunken, his hair was long and unmanaged. His features were almost… softer. Certainly younger. Very different from the bold, loud, scruffy thirty-something she knew.” - It’s because he went on testosterone after this!

- “He wore tattered clothes and had fake blood smeared all over his face. A zombie. How ironic. She held up the photo, eliciting a strange, grating chuckle from the Shoggoth.” - The Shoggoth also sees the irony. It finds it very funny.

- “Lydia pushed the album aside to ensure a sudden deluge of tears didn’t ruin it’s pages. The Shoggoth flinched, brows furrowed in a sort of pained expression. “… y-… you alright, kiddo?” ” - Oh? What’s this? The freaky creature already showing signs of caring??

- “Lydia raised an eyebrow and tilted her head hard to one side. She could swear she saw Barbara flinch at the movement, but the pained expression was gone in a moment.” - That particular gesture reminded Barbara of Lawrence.

- “ “… is that why they never came to…. Visit?” She got the implication in an instant, it seemed, as Barbara solemnly nodded her head.” - By “visit” she means come pay for a gravesite.

- “It isn’t our story to tell, sweetheart. Especially not..” - She was going to say ‘while you’re so young’, as they had an agreement with Lawrence to have him tell Lydia what happened before he came to their town when she was older.

- “ “Oh my god, that explains the weird accent!” Her second mom nodded fervently, leaving the rag where it was as she went to make her way around the counter to Lydia. “He tried his best to hide it, but it always slipped out!” She lowered her voice in her best approximation of her brother’s own cadence as she mockingly drawled out, “now, pardon me, ma’am, but I do believe he did a right shit job of hidin’ it!” ” - Partially based on my own experience of being clocked immediately for my own stupid yeehaw accent, although mine is not from Louisiana. Lawrence hid it very well, but it came out on certain words like ‘pardon’, and he let it slip more in front of his loved ones.

- “All the while the Shoggoth hissed and shied away, but Barbara pursued it and demanded it get out of their home as she continued to hit it.” - Hehe, she wants it to leave but she’s not letting it leave

- “Lydia called, surging forward and going to grip the woman’s arm, but she was stoped by Adam suddenly returning to his senses and lifting her up under her armpits and trying to carry her away.” - Adam dad reflexes!!!

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Life Is Short So Make It Sweet

Chapter Twenty-Three: Not A Chance

Summary- 3.7k Curtis Everett x Plus!Sized Reader. The day after winning the bet on the golf course, you reveal at just how good all of this is with Curtis, enjoying the final moments of your vacation.

Warnings- Oral, Male receiving. They are horny little fuckers, I swear. A conversation about a partner getting bored and mentions of Jake's infidelity to Honey.

A/N- Not a huge chapter but one I loved being able to write for these two. They get to end their vacation with a bang, another well-deserved one imo. The whole shower part for Curtis is all thanks to spitballing with @undutchable11 ages ago. I had to make sure to give her a shout-out cause she absolutely helps inspire scenes for this series whenever we get to chat. As always thank you @what-is-your-plan-today for reading through this for me, you are the best. Dividers made by @firefly-graphics Please if you enjoyed this, consider commenting and sharing. It is so important to us to be able to read your thoughts about our stuff. THANK YOU! 🐝

Chapter Twenty-Two / Masterlist

Fuck, you ached! But that soreness was satisfying as you stretched in the soft bed. The bedding was tangled around your body, and the pillows were strewn abundantly all over, but you were missing Curtis’s solid form nearby. Your hand stretched out towards his side and felt it cooling off. 

A little concerned frown made your face pinch as you struggled between awake and asleep.

“Curtis?” You muttered, half expecting him to answer but nothing. 

It was enough for you to blink awake, still sleepy after the few hours of sleep you had gotten. For reasons you couldn’t fathom, Curtis had endless energy and took you along with him. Several orgasms later, you finally had to stop. 

“Just one more? I promise to be easy.” His tone was laced with something primal, while you stared up at the hotel's ceiling trying to catch your breath, you gave him a nod. 

“One more Curtis… maybe. I don’t know if I can.” You let your hands fall between your thighs, rubbing over his buzz cut and down along his jawline. It was soaked, all from you. His mouth pressed against your inner thigh, easing kisses up and down the quivering muscles. 

“Last one then I will stop.” 

You still felt the quiver in your legs, from the way he was somehow able to fold you in half on your last night here. The very memory of it made you bite your lip to stifle a giggle and hide your face in a pillow for a moment while all those emotions of disbelief at your boyfriend’s persistence washed over you. Ever since that first night that you picked what you wanted from him, he had been unable to stop touching you, like he couldn’t get enough of making you orgasm. Curtis wanted more of you telling him what made you feel good.

You’ve never felt more tired and satisfied in your life.

Once the giddiness passed, you used your aching legs to help roll yourself to your back and prop yourself up on your elbow to look around the room. 

The bathroom door was ajar enough for you to see Curtis drying off after stepping out of the shower, his back flexing with deep red marks lacing down his shoulders in wild flares. You felt your cheeks heat when you saw your gouges on him, your own wild side loving the view of your marks all over his back. 

You were glad you insisted on a couple days just the two of you. From the bathroom, Curtis wrapped the fluffy towel around his waist, stepping out quietly till you wiggled your fingers at him in greeting. 

“I didn’t wake you did I?” Curtis asked as he made his way back to the bed. You gave a shake of your head as you pushed up some more, fully stretching. “I tried to be quiet to let you sleep in.” 

“No, you were plenty quiet.” You smiled up at him. “How was your shower?” 

“I swear to god Honey, we need that set up.” He kept the towel wrapped around him while he sat on the edge of the bed. “The water pressure was great, worked out any lingering tension I’ve been carrying.” 

You leaned back to let yourself admire his back, from the hot water and scratch marks it was a heated red that was fading to his slight tan he was sporting. He was right though, the usual knots in the top of his shoulders were gone. 

“Maybe it’s time for a new hot water heater at home?” You kissed against one of the freckles that was still visible on his shoulder before you shifted around to sit next to him on the edge of the bed, thinking you should go check out this magical shower. 

“You know what, maybe I will.” Curtis looked thoughtful, shifting back on the bed to lean against the headboard, lounging comfortably. “Be the best shower you ever had, I could expand the shower in that upstairs bathroom, make sure you never want to leave.” His smirk grew suggestive, his blue eyes flashing with intent on what he planned to do with you. 

You let your head loll back on your shoulders to stretch, humming out a reply. “I would really like that since my apartment’s sucks.” Glancing back at him, the white towel still strung tightly around his waist, you unashamedly admired the scene before you. 

Curtis was relaxed, bare chested that let you take in the tattoos scattered across his muscles that sported the trail of dark hair you loved exploring so much, long legs stretched out across the bed and the way he was lounging was giving you ideas. “That building has seen better days, Honey.” He continued with his train of thought while your filthy mind started to run with its own thoughts, prompting you into action. Your desire to shower completely forgotten for now.

 Shifting on the bed to your knees, you started shuffling up the bed, sliding your hands against his hair covered muscled calves, biting your lip suggestively while spreading his legs apart. 

You sensed when he was aware of what you wanted, there was a shift in him. Completely forgetting about the magical shower, you glanced up at him to see all his focus on you. What once made you feel almost intimidated now sent a thrill through your chest that settled in your belly, making your toes curl with anticipation. To have this kind of power over this man, it was a rush that you never wanted to end. 

His eyes were sharply narrowed at you kneeling between his knees, heated and wanting while he checked you out, the front of your sleep shirt draping open from where you hovered over his thighs. Curtis made no efforts to hide the way his gaze slid to your breasts and then back up to your partially open mouth. His hand lifted to cup your face, graze his fingers along your cheek while tucking strands of your hair back away from your face.

“Honey, you always have such a pretty mouth, especially when its stuffed full of my cock.” 

His thumb dragged back to your lips, dragging the pad over your full lower lip. Unable to resist the temptation his touch was, you drew it into your mouth, swiping your tongue over the calloused tip, a promise of what you wanted to give him. What you didn’t expect was his fingers to close over the lower half of your jaw and pull you closer till his face was in yours, your eyes wide in surprise at how easily he closed the distance between you two. Your hands moved to brace against his towel covered thighs, hating that terry cloth feeling when you could be touching just him. It made you whine around his thumb while your eyes lifted to look in his. 

“You already know Pretty Girl I’m not gonna say no.” A muttered heated brush of his lips against your forehead was such a romantic gesture amidst the very sensual energy filling the space between you two. 

You couldn’t help the little smile you gave after he released his hold on you, letting you sit back up while he let himself lean back into the pillows, still propped up enough to watch you and touch you easily. 

Seeing him all stretched out and you got to touch him, loving that you now knew intimately what he felt like in your hands and your mouth, you couldn’t pick which way you preferred. Moisture pooled along your tongue, anticipating feeling his heavy length and work him till he released on your tongue. 

Giving oral was always a favorite of yours, giving over that power to your partner. Sometimes though you wondered if they ever got sick of you doing this, were you doing it to often that it actually wasn’t a rush of excitement for him that it was for you. Already your thighs were getting sticky with slick, the thought of going down on Curtis’s thick heavy cock making you want to be fucked.

“Does it ever…” Your hands exploring along his thighs under the towel. He was so tense in your touch, you held out from untwisting the towel to open, but already you could see the tented cloth, your hands hidden from view but they wrapped around his cock. “Feel like the same old same old to you?” 

“Where did that come from? Fuck no, Honey I want you to touch me whenever you want. If I don’t want something, I will be sure to tell you.” Curtis scowled in surprise at your question. Tugging the towel open, his hand wrapped around yours, easing you up and down his cock. As much as you enjoyed watching his face ease at the sensations building, you had to look down at his cock, so thick in your hand, still amazing you that he was aroused because of you. 

His hand just dropped away, fisting into the hotel sheets while you took over. Curtis, in your opinion had a cock you couldn’t stay away from. Thick in your hold with rigid veins throbbing, slight curve lifting towards his abs, a wide tip that even now pearly drops threatened to go to waste if you didn’t do something. 

Your excitement rose, making him have to lift his hips up to chase your warm hands around him or the jerk of his cock when you let your tongue swipe for a taste of him. You let your tongue hang out enough for him to see the pearly white droplets disappear into your mouth, warm and salty, you hummed with a look of satisfaction. 

“Fucking hell woman.” Curtis sputtered, making you smirk while you kissed his tip, teasing him while your hands continued jerking him. It was Valentines Day, least you could do was give him a show. “I could never get tired of this with you.” 

“I asked because I don’t want you to get bored of what I’m doing.” You answer his question between drags of your tongue on the underside of his cock, following one particularly throbbing vein that had him his cock jerking and him twisting at the sheets a bit more. You were glad these were nice expensive sheets, they held up alot better than others had when you were doing this to Curtis. 

“You could do this everyday for the rest of my life, Pretty Girl and I would still not be bored with it. If you ever think I am, kick my ass please, because what you do with your mouth makes me feel so good.” His head banged back against the headboard with a guttered groan, his eyes closing and his jaw clenching momentarily. “So fucking good.” 

You could feel heat creep up your neck and burn your face all while looking so happy and turned on. Your hands slow down as you hover close to him, inches away from pushing Curtis down your throat. “This is my favorite you know? Swallowing you makes me so…” You never finish before your lips are stretching over him and you eased him deeper each time you withdrew with flutters of your tongue teasing him. 

“Fucking turned on, I know. Another reason I love when you give me head, it makes you so wet and needy Honey.” He grunted out while fisting his hand into your hair, pushing and pulling you a little harder than the last time you had done this and you gave up the control. Now he lifted his hips with each push of your head and you gripped his thighs to hold onto something while trying not to gag when his tip pushed against the back of your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” You heard him pant with each push and pull. Your eyes lifted to see his chest heaving, all his muscles rippling with the effort to hold off. Tendons stood out sharply on his neck while his jaw clenched before some part of him let go cause he was forceful pushing you down the length of his cock, a hand wrapping around your neck to feel him pulsing there and he released. 

Thick heavy spurts you had no choice but to swallow until he loosened his hold and you could pull back.

“Fuck” You heard him groan one more time. Easing back to sit back on your heels, you swiped your tongue around your lips and gulped in air while giving him a grin, happy to see him still trying to recover. When you started making your way to the edge of the bed, Curtis suddenly grabbed at your arm, stopping you from getting up. “Where you going Honey?” 

You smiled, while looking over your shoulder. “Just go get cleaned up Curtis, I promise to be right back.” He didn’t give you a chance though, instead you were dragged back into the bed at his side while he reached behind him for the box of tissues the hotel offered on all the nightstands. 

“Just a minute Honey, please?” Curtis was sure to ask as you wiggled back comfortably next to him. “I just… need a few minutes with you before you disappear.” 

You should have known better, Curtis always held you after sex and this was no exception for him, the man craving the connection and intimacy after the rush.

“Of course Curtis.” You snagged a few kleenex before he tossed the box, wiping around your mouth and chin. Curtis was patient enough to let you finish before he was tugging you against him again, wrapping an arm around you. You snuggled in, your head resting on his bicep as you rolled to your side to face him. “Do I still look a mess?” You knew you did, your hair hadn’t even been brushed yet, you haven’t had a chance to wash your face or brush your teeth. Curtis let his hand brush through your hair, giving a grin. 

“Fucking sexy as hell with the ‘I just woke up and went down on my man’ look. Sorry if I yanked on your hair more than usual.” He massaged his fingers against your scalp. 

“You didn’t, I like it when you do that.” You nuzzled in his bicep before pulling up to lean against his chest and trace the intricate eagle across his pec. “How do you feel about flying home today?” 

“Noted” He muttered as you felt Curtis sigh, a satisfied one, like he was still riding the high you gave him. “Mmh, good about it. As much as I loved our first big getaway, I’m ready for home.” You slid your touch away from the eagle and went to tangle in his chain, playing with the pendant between your fingers. Home, it really did feel like home now. You couldn’t wait to get back to see everyone. Settle back into Curtis’s place and your apartment. “How about you, you ready to go back to Duluth?” 

You smiled up at him and nodded. “I think I really am, I was just thinking about it and it actually feels like home. More like home then Lake George did those last few years I was living there.” 

Curtis let his touch drift, tracing patters against your back. “Honey, why did you think I was going to be bored of having sex with you?” 

You should have known this was coming, you had sprung it out of nowhere at him. Giving a little shrug, you looked up at him, refusing to shy away from the question, especially knowing that he would draw it out of you eventually. “Because I don’t want being with me to ever feel like something you have to do. I know I don’t feel that way, but if you do, I want to know. I just don’t want to become blindsided one day by not doing enough, or being adventurous enough for you. That you need more then I am willing to give.” Curtis hand stopped the patterns on your back, his palm heavy against the small of your back. It radiated a sudden tension in him. “Did that happen to you before me?” He asked softly and you nodded. 

“Jake…well, he claimed he was frustrated that we were so boring in bed, same old, same old. He was a mess when he told me, asking for forgivness and stupid me, I did. I really thought we could figure it out, but I look back on it all now, the signs were there, I just chose to ignore them hoping it would change for us, that I could be enough for him to love me.” You give a small smile, reaching up to smooth your fingers over the wrinkles in Curtis’s forehead to smooth them out, he was being quiet for now but you could feel the sharp rise of his anger towards your ex. “But with you, it’s different. You want me to be open and honest about what I want from you. Just like I want to give you those same things, I want to hear what you’re thinking, if you are satisfied and feeling seen from me.” 

Curtis was silent a moment, seeming to process what you said. You started to wonder if you finally shocked him, went too far finally. 

“Honey, let me just be super blunt right now. I love all of it. Fuck if we just did missionary for the rest of our time, I will love the fuck out of it. We want to explore some kinks? Lets look them up and try them out if we are both comfortable with it. But, I am never going to get tired of anything we do Pretty Girl. Some days will be better than others, that’s just the normal, but that won’t mean I’m bored of you.” He went quiet again, resuming his hand rubbing warmly against your back. “I want us to start talking about it in moments like this.” 

You looked at him confused by what he meant. “Like this?” 

“Yeah, it’s just you and I in bed together, we’re intimate here, there is no need to feel like either of us can’t voice our needs or wants like this. No one is going to interrupt this time for us.” Curtis smirked a bit, grasping your chin and easing you up enough to place a kiss on your mouth. “What better time to really talk about it then when we’re cuddling?” 

Thinking over what he said, it did make sense. These moments, both of you were feeling nothing but relaxed and open with one another. You also had learned that Curtis very much was a physically affectionate person, cuddling was one of his natural go to’s, so there was plenty of moments for you both to practice this. 

“I can do that.” You nodded and then settled back in close so your body was pressed in close, feeling warm and content right now. The shower could wait till later.

The airplane ride went smooth, as could be on a holiday. Thankfully quickly you both were settled in your seats, Curtis seemingly much more relaxed this time than the ride to Florida. You suspected that the morning spent enjoying the hotel room before checking out and the promise that they would be back home was making him have an easier time. While seated, you were sending one last goodbye to Jade, informing her that you two were just about to take off back to Minnesota when you felt Curtis set something on your lap.

“What’s this?” you asked as you took in the medium sized box on your lap. 

“Part of your valentines gift Honey.” Curtis said while stuffing his carry on back into the overhead. 

“Valentines gift? I thought we weren’t going to do that.” you curiously pulled the ribbon on the box in your lap, unable to hide the excitement in your expression while Curtis settled back next to you. 

“Well, I wanted to celebrate anyways, and this is as much for me to enjoy as you.” He dipped his head to kiss your shoulder affectionately before gesturing towards the box. 

You removed the ribbon and paused before opening the box. “I’m kind of glad you did this. Now I can give you your gift I have at the apartment.” You confessed, making him laugh that you both claimed to want to miss Valentine’s Day and yet had gotten each other a gift anyways. 

“It’s like I already knew, Honey, now go ahead, open it.” He encouraged and you finally removed the lid, to peek inside. 

Pulling back some soft pink crinkly tissue paper to find what was inside, you gave a appreciative gasp at what you found. The fabric was a mellow honeyed yellow, wide straps led down to a neckline you personally loved in your dresses. It was a soft flowy material and you didn’t dare pull it out of the box but could tell that it would fall well below your knees. Tiny off white buttons secured the front of it closed “Curtis, I love this. It’s even in the correct size, I didn’t know you knew.” 

“I thought you might, I saw it out front of a shop near where Frank works. I double checked with Jade about the size, I didn’t want to get the wrong one. But I was picturing you wearing it this summer around the house and backyard…” His gaze was soft, faraway as if picturing it again before snapping back to the present, a bit of color rising in his cheeks. He cleared his throat suddenly and shrugged. “It just seemed to be made for you Honey.” 

The gift caught you by surprise, it wasn’t just money given to you, or something two sizes too small in a style you wouldn’t ever wear as your past had been with your previous relationship. You put the cover back on it to keep it clean and leaned over to share a kiss with Curtis, your hand coming up to cup his cheek affectionately. “I can’t wait to wear this for you.” 

That little interested flare in his eyes made you grin. “I can’t wait either.”

[quickdeaths]

@more-than-a-princess

In the days following the hospital incident with Togami, Shinobu had been deeply sure that Sonia Nevermind would want little more to do with her. It had been been their own selfish, short-sighted actions that had led to her stay on Jabberwock Island, for however long that would be, becoming less pleasant and more difficult, after all. And yet, despite that regrettable day, things had settled into a kind of routine. In the mornings, Shinobu made tea for Sonia and Miss Tsumiki, and spent some time in Sonia's room. In the afternoons, she worked as usual, assisting where she could, and in the evenings, she worked on cleaning and fixing up Sonia's cabin.

There were worse routines, and even after Sonia had been discharged, there was a sense of rhythm and structure to her day that hadn't always been there. That Sonia didn't find her presence loathsome was a welcome surprise, and one that Shinobu hoped not to take for granted. At the same time, it seemed Future Foundation had tried to forget Sonia, given how she'd be leaving on an accelerated timeline, and her classmates were often busy or working their own traumas out. Shinobu knew, intimately, that she was not the person who Sonia Nevermind most wished to spend time with, of course. If there was any comfort, peace, or companionship to be offered, though, she'd endeavor to offer it.

She imagined that the sun was close to setting, if it hadn't already, though the oppressive grey of the sky filled with dark, ominous clouds made it hard to tell. The weather had been awful - by the standards of people who judged rain as 'awful' - all day, and seemed to show no signs of letting up. It was a rarity, apparently, on an island like this, so out of the way of the typical storm paths, and yet even the walk to Sonia's cabin some hours earlier had been accompanied by cool, stinging rain, howling winds, and the distant, angry rumblings of thunder.

Her blazer hung over the shower curtain beside a towel that she'd used to dry off, while the patter of rain against the windows had only intensified since she'd come inside. Were they sensible, Shinobu would have moved to leave some while ago, but their blazer hadn't dried, and they'd yet to finish their tea, and they imagined that the golf cart drove poorly in wet sand, and thus Sonia likely hadn't left the house, and so perhaps she was lonely, and a host of other reasons compelled her to recalculate her schedule to allow for only a few minutes more, again and again.

"Mm," Shinobu murmured to herself, taking her blazer and inspecting it as though it would stay dry for even a moment outside. "Well that's good, at least." Holding it beneath her arm, she looked to Sonia, seated on her bed, crutches laid against the wall. "I enjoyed our evening, so I regret cutting it short, Miss Nevermind, but it doesn't appear as though the storm is going to end anytime soon. It's for the best that I leave for my lodgings now, rather than face the possibility that it might get worse." Indeed, with her diminished constitution, too much time in the cold would fare poorly for her health regardless, but if the wind picked up any further, it might be enough to topple her over.

Not that she intended, of course, to leave Sonia empty-handed. "Some of the engineers gave me their assurances about the island's generators, so hopefully there won't be any loss of power even on this side of the island." With a gentle hand, they gestured to the backpack they'd brought, laid near Sonia's bed for easy access without needing to stand. "If any lights go out, though, there are extra light bulbs, as well as a flashlight and spare batteries if the worst does come to pass."

Truthfully, she would like to impose upon Sonia a little while longer, but that wasn't her place, and Anzu would likely shatter her eardrums if she did. Thunder boomed outside, prompting from the archer a hum as she thought. Yes, she'd already stayed far too long, and would pay for it one way or another. Sonia would be quite alright, she thought, red eyes giving one last glance across the cabin's interior. There were books upon her nightstand from the previous day's trip to the library, and a stack of DVDs beside the widescreen television standing atop a table across from the bed. It didn't compare, they imagined, to the nicer one that had been sent over for her, but surely even the more-modest installations from the Future Foundation hotel were better than nothing.

Yes, Sonia would be fine, so there was no reason to demand more of her time when they're already been lucky enough to receive any of it. "There are snacks in the bag as well, should you get hungry. Nothing that requires any amount of cooking or preparation, since I imagined you'd not want to be on your feet." Or, potentially burn the cabin down, though Shinobu kept quiet about Sonia's kitchen inadequacies, unsure of if that was something she was supposed not to know. "And there's a first aid kit, as well." A number of things, really, perhaps too many.

The sound of rain crashing against glass had only gotten louder in the time she'd spoke. This truly was a wretched storm. "Hopefully you should have no need of my bag, but it's there in the event you require it." Working in the cabin while Sonia had been in the hospital had exacerbated the chipping of the black polish that Sonia applied for her - the point at which Shinobu had decided to take it off - but her hands looked so bare now, she noticed, as she picked up her small bag of tools and personal effects. She must have become used to them, even in such a short time. "Before I go, though, Miss Nevermind," she said, turning to look at Sonia as she lingered by the door, "is there anything else I can do for you before I leave?"

[forkfulofflavor]

Sauerkraut Balls Ingredients: 3 links (about ½ lb) uncooked bratwurst, casings removed 1 medium-sized onion, diced 1 ½ cup sauerkraut, drained 2 tbsp breadcrumbs 1 tbsp parsley, finely chopped 3 tbsp cream cheese 1 tsp salt ½ tsp pepper 1 tsp garlic powder 4 tbsp flour 2 eggs ¼ cup beer (substitute with water or milk) 1 cup Panko breadcrumbs (might need extra) Cooking oil for deep frying Directions: In a skillet over medium heat, brown the bratwurst, breaking it up with a wooden spatula. Add the diced onion and cook until softened. Once fully cooked, set the mixture aside to cool. In a mixing bowl, combine the sauerkraut, breadcrumbs, parsley, cream cheese, salt, pepper, garlic powder, and the cooled bratwurst and onion mixture. Mix thoroughly until well combined. Form the mixture into golf ball-sized balls. Place on a baking sheet and refrigerate for 30 minutes to firm up. Set up a breading station with one bowl of flour, one bowl of beaten eggs mixed with beer (or water/milk), and one bowl of Panko breadcrumbs. To deep fry: In a deep frying pan, heat oil to 350°F. Dredge each sauerkraut ball in flour, then egg wash, and finally roll in breadcrumbs. Fry a few at a time until golden brown. Drain on paper towels. Serve immediately. To bake: Preheat oven to 375°F. Dredge each sauerkraut ball as described above. Arrange on a parchment-lined baking sheet and bake for 20 minutes. Serve immediately. Prep Time: 20 minutes | Cooking Time: 20 minutes | Total Time: 1 hour 10 minutes Kcal: 290 kcal | Servings: 6 servings -sizedgoodness These Sauerkraut Balls combine the classic flavors of German bratwurst, sauerkraut, and a creamy cheesy filling, encased in a golden crispy exterior. Whether deep-fried or baked, they’re a bite-sized delight perfect for parties, game days, or cozy nights in. With a balance of tangy sauerkraut, seasoned bratwurst, and rich cream cheese, these little treats are sure to satisfy. Serve them with your favorite dipping sauce for an extra layer of flavor. The best part? They pair perfectly with a cold beer, making them a must-try for your next gathering.

[borathae]

oh god i was going to send you an ask and unfollowed on accident i dont even know how it happened so if u get a new notification it wasnt on purpose <3

So sibi you know how you sometimes on special occassions write hcs for how each couple or some couples are spending it? Could we get a little something for summer vacations for our favourite couples? how are shutter sounds babes spending it ?

HAHHAHAHAH no worries, this happens to me so many times fnadnf like why y'all gotta make the unfollow button so close to the ask button? jfadsjf 😭😭

ALSO YES PLEASE SUMMER ACTIVITIES HCs 👀

ogc!couple -> many bike tours with & without their friends, spend hours at the beach & learn surfing/other water sports, have barbeques with or without their friends at either their place or V-Hope's place, take morning walks with Bam, watch the sundown from their hammock whilst talking about their days

aaol!couple -> lots of trips all around the world, spend a few weeks on their private island, take their boat out for a small day trip, spend a few days at their ocean mansion but they spend most of it in their caravan, barbeques on their rooftop terrace

ihyily!couple -> another couple who takes lots of trips all around the world, also goes on a beach vacation with their daughter, golfing, couple tennis, i do think though that they're way too busy to do lots of activities :(

SA!Tae & OC -> trips and trips and trips in Tae's convertible, dancing dates in town, swimming in the estate's lake, many picnics in the estate's gardens, horseback riding through the estate's grounds, they'll definitely spend a few weeks at Tae's French ocean chateau where they paint, skinny dip and fuck a lot

SA!Yoongi & OC -> lots of gardening, picnics with napping under the shade of their favourite tree, also lots of indoor activites (little kitten hates the sun) like practice guitar together in the sitting room or practice the piano which ends in them making out or trying out new summer recipes together, barbeques with the others, stargazing, they'll also visit the witches by the ocean & spend a few weeks with them

SA!Kook & OC -> camping trips!!, swimming in the estate's lake, picnics, they also give me the vibes that they'll go on a hike which ends in OC overheating and her lying under some trees to cool down while Kook fans air to her face lmaoo, lots of boxing training outside which ends in them making out in the high grasses, dates where OC does something in her gardens while Kook sits next to her and draws her

Shutter Sounds -> they'll go somewhere pretty & take lots of pictures there, painting dates on their balcony, they'll go to the public pool and spend the day there swimming & napping on their towels, lying on the floor in their apartment with nothing on and letting the fan blow cool air onto their bodies, they'll eat out a lot because cooking heats up the apartment too much

Only Yesterday -> biking to their meadow and having a picnic there, Yoongi bought an inflatable pool so they spend a lot of time lounging in the cool water, barbeques with their friends, morning walks where Yoongi walks her to the tea shop and then spends an hour there before walking home again, cooking dates at one of their places

[helperduck]

Magic Item Masterlist

Writing a demigod character for a PJO RP? Do they have a signature weapon that turns into something else? Stuck on what it should be? Below is a list of 100+ small items that would be perfect to disguise a weapon as. Some of these are meant to be funny and are great to have your character fret over (They got a cool sword that turns into a ring and I got stuck with a knife that turns into a SPAGHETTI NOODLE. How am I supposed to keep that in my pocket?) Apple Ball (Golf, Football, Ping-Pong, etc) Bandana Barbie Barrette Baseball Mitt Beanbag Bell Belt Bib Binder Clip Board Game Piece Bookmark Bottlecap Bow (Hairbow or bowtie) Box of Matches Box of Raisins Burrito Button Candle CD (and/or Case) Chapstick Chess Piece Clothespin Coin Comb Cotton Ball Counting Bears Cowboy Hat Credit Card Dice Domino Doorknob Drink Coaster Dustpan Earbuds Egg cup Eraser Fake Flower Flashlight Flip Phone (non-functional) Fridge Magnet Gift Card Glasses/Sunglasses Golf Club Gumball Hair Tie Hand Sanitizer Handkerchief Hardware (Nail, screw, hinge, etc.) Hat Headband Jacob’s Ladder Toy Jar of Peanut Butter Jewelry (Bracelet [charm bracelet], necklace, rings, earrings) Ketchup Packet Key Keychain (tie it in to their weapon/godly parent/abilities) Lanyard Leaf Library Card Macaroni Magnifying Glass Mask Mittens Musical Instrument Napkin Newspaper Notebook Oven Mitt Oyster Paperclip Pearl Pen, Pencil, Marker, Colored Pencil, etc. Pin or Brooch Pinecone Pinwheel Plastic Animals Plastic Succulent Pocket Pack of Tissues Pom-Pom Potato Puzzle Piece Q-Tip Rock or Gemstone Rubber Chicken Rubber Duck Rubik’s Cube Scarf Scissors Sewing Kit Shoe Slinky Snow Globe Soap Sock Spaghetti Noodle Spoon Squish Toy Stapler Stress Ball Stuffed Animal Tea Bag Tie Thimble Thumbtack Timer Toilet Paper Roll Toolbelt Toothbrush Towel Valentine Wallet Washcloth/Rag Watch (wrist or pocket) Water Bottle Whistle Wii Remote Wooden Shape Worm on a String

If you’re looking for something a bit more unique, trying something that isn’t usually small... like a miniature version of larger items. Try looking up “tiny things that actually work” on Amazon or Google. Examples: Baking Items (Colander, Rolling pin, etc.) Blender Game Console Lava Lamp Leaf blower Microphone Vacuum

[digitalmagpie]

If you don't have a big, floppy hat, you can carry an umbrella for portable shade. I'm the type that burns easily and doesn't thermo-regulate very well. I carry an umbrella for sunny days almost more than for rainy days. Great big golf umbrellas are the best, but any portable shade you can keep with you is better than none. If you're near an outdoor/sports store, they often sell towels designed to cool you off using only water. They work, they're amazing, if they're in stock and you can afford it, pick one up and keep it with you.

For all of the northerners that stood up for Texas during our freeze and said, "Don't make fun of them, they've never dealt with this before. Their infrastructure isn't made for snow and freezing."

This one is for you.

Where I live 108°F with 80% humidity with no wind is normal.

Pacific North West is dealing historic best waves 35-40°C or 95-105°F.

First of all. Don't make fun of them for bitching about the heat. Just like Texas isn't built for a freeze and our pipes burst, Pacific North West isn't built for heat and a lot of their homes don't have AC.

If you live somewhere with a high humidity like 80+ HUMIDITY IS NOT YOUR FRIEND. The "humidity makes it feel cooler" is a lie once it gets beyond a point.

If you live somewhere with a lower humidity, misters are nice to cool off outside.

Once you get over 90°F (32°C) a fan will not help you. It's just pushing around hot air. (I mean if you can't afford a small AC unit because they're expensive as hell, by all means a fan is better than nothing).

If you have pets, those portable AC units aren't safe. If your pets destroy the outtake thing, it'll leak CO2. Window units are safer.

Window AC units will let mosquitoes or other small bugs in. Sucks, but that's life.

Now is not the time to me modest. If you have to cover for religious reasons, by all means. If you don't, I've seen people wear short shorts and a swim top. It's not trashy if it keeps you from getting heat stroke.

If you do have to cover up for religious reasons, look for elephant pants or something similar. They're made with a breathable material.

Shade is better than no shade, but that shit it just diet sun after some point. Don't think shade will save you from heat stroke.

I know the "drink your water" is a fun meme now, but if you're sweating excessively you need electrolytes. Drink Gatorade, Powerade, or Pedialite PLEASE. I don't care if you're fucking sitting in one spot all day. That shit WILL save you from heat stroke.

Most importantly. RESEARCH THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN HEAT STROKE AND HEAT EXHAUSTION PLEASE!

If you're diabetic and can't drink Gatorade, mix water, fruit juice, and either lite salt or pink salt

If you can afford it, cover windows with thick curtains to insulate the house

If you have tile floors, lay on them with skin to tile contact. If you don't, laying your head on cool counters works too.

If the temperature where you're at is hotter than your body temperature, don't wear heat wicking clothing. Moisture wicking is safe though.

Check your medication labels. Many make you more susceptible to sun and heat

-Room temperature water will get into your body faster. This is something I learned doing marching band in high summer in Georgia, and it saved all of our asses. Sip it, don't gulp it, especially if you're getting into the red; same goes for whatever fluid you're drinking. And just in general drink during the day.

-If you are moving from an air conditioned space to an un-air conditioned space, if at all possible try to make the shift gradual. When my dad and I were working outside and in un-ac houses a few years ago, he'd turn the air down to low in the truck about ten-fifteen minutes before we got where we were going. This way your body doesn't go from low low temps to high temps. S'bad for you.

-If you can, keep your lights off during the day. Light bulbs may not generate a lot of heat, but the difference is noticeable when it gets hot enough. I literally only turn my bedroom light on in the evening when it gets too dark.

Don't be afraid to just like... pour water on yourself if you need to. The evaporation will cool you off.

Put your hand to the cement for 15 seconds. If you can't handle the heat, it'll burn your dog's paws. Don't let them walk on it.

Dogs with flat faces are more prone to heat stroke. Don't leave them out unsupervised.

Frozen fruit is delicious in water.

Wet/Cold hat/handkerchief on your head/neck will help you stay cool.

Pickle juice is great for electrolytes! You can even make pickle juice Popsicles!

Heat exhaustion is more, "drink water and get you cooled off." Heat stroke is more "Oh my god call 911."

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[Image description: an infographic showing the difference between heat exhaustion and heat stroke. The graphic is labeled "Heat Dangers: First Warning." Signs of heat exhaustion: faint or dizzy, excessive sweating, cool, pale, clammy skin, rapid, weak pulse, muscle cramps. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat exhaustion, get to a cool, air-conditioned place, drink water if conscious, and take a cool shower or use cold compress. Signs of heat stroke: throbbing headache, no sweating, red, hot, dry skin, rapid, strong pulse, may lose consciousness. If you think you or someone else may be experiencing heat stroke, call 911. End description]

Be safe.

-fae

[aim4birdiesltd]

A Comprehensive Guide to Ladies Golf Gear: Essentials for Performance and Style

Introduction:

Golf has been the sport of skill, strategy, and etiquette for a long time. Traditionally, this is one male-dominated sport, but of late women have not only taken to this sport but are also making their dent with skill and panache. This swing in the interest of women has raised demand for high-quality, performance-oriented, and stylish ladies' golf gear. From clubs designed for the ladies' needs to apparel for comfort and functionality, ladies' golf gear today comes in an impressive array of options. This guide should take a closer look at everything you need to know about ladies' golf gear, from ladies' golf clubs and on-course clothing to shoes and other accessories designed specifically for women. Whether you're a true beginner or a very experienced player, investing in the right gear will go a long way in making a huge difference in your game.

Key Components of Ladies Golf Gear

Women's Golf Clubs

Driver: Generally, ladies' drivers are made a bit lighter and with a higher loft so they can hit longer distances without needing to use so much energy.

Irons and Wedges: Ladies' irons are often fitted with a graphite shaft and of a slightly reduced length so it allows giving more swing control.

Putter: Most putters are made with smaller grips and lengths for better handling and control.

Hybrids: They are favorite for lady golfers, for they can offer versatility the same way as long irons but are fairly much easier to maneuver.

Ladies Golf Bags

Cart Bags: These are heavier and a perfect choice for those golfers who intend to use a golf cart. Cart bags may be availed with voluminous storage and easy access to equipment.

Stand Bags: Stand bags are both light weight and portable, with a feature that makes them favorable to golfers who enjoy walking the course.

Carry Bags: Super lightweight for those players who carry only the bare essentials, they have few pockets for ease of handling.

Ladies' Golf Clothing

Polo Shirts and Sleeveless Tops: Designed for comfort in breathable materials like polyester or cotton blends for fabulous stretch and cool factor.

Golf Skorts and Shorts: The comfort of shorts with the appeal of a skirt in skorts has made them hot favorites amongst golfing women. Shorts and capris are great for hot weather.

Outerwear: Windbreakers, waterproof jackets, and layering pieces provide added comfort on colder months or rainy days. Headwear: Hats and visors are vital for protection from the sun to

keep you in focus for the game.

Women's Golf Shoes

Spiked vs. Spikeless: Spiked shoes assure much better grip on wet or hilly areas, while spikeless shoes will be comfortable and versatile on flatter courses.

Breathability/Waterproofing: A waterproof option would be a decent choice to keep your feet dry during dewy mornings or in rainy conditions.

Arch Support/Cushioning: Proper support is highly imperative in avoiding any signs of fatigue, particularly when you are most likely to walk the course.

The Essentials On-Course Accessories

Golf Gloves: In order to maintain proper grip and avoid any blister formations, women's gloves come in multiple sizes that will fit your hand just right.

Rangefinders: Devices used to measure distances to pins, rangefinders prove quite helpful to establish the accuracy of your shots.

Golf Tees and Balls: Women's golfing balls are usually softer to allow for more spin and control.

Towels and Ball Markers: The towels will keep your clubs clean while the ball markers will help you mark your spot on the green. Umbrella: A good quality golf umbrella will keep you dry from those quick showers.

How to Pick the Ideal Ladies Golf Equipment: Things to Consider

Budget

This will define your quality and quantity of gear that you can purchase. It is better to splurge on high-quality essentials like clubs and shoes and economize on the other less-than-necessary things that can be replaced afterward.

Skill Level

This may mean the beginner devoting more attention to the main tools of the trade, while the intermediate and advanced player seeks special tools that help fine tune certain parts of their game. For each of these three levels of player, there is a set by the likes of both TaylorMade and Callaway.

Personal Comfort

Comfort should be a priority in your gear selection. Break in shoes to ensure adequate support, and check your clubs for just the right grip. Your apparel should permit freedom of movement; breathable fabrics are best, especially for summer rounds.

Course Conditions

If you play lots of hilly or wet courses, then spiked shoes will help provide traction. Waterproofed apparel and bags can help in rainy conditions; in warm, flat courses lighter, breathable clothing and spikeless shoes work nicely.

Style Preferences

To many women golfers, fashionably designed and stylish gear helps to reflect their personalities. Many golf apparel brands realize this and offer designs that integrate style with functionality. Look for items that can make you feel confident on the course.

Brands that Shine in Ladies Golf Gear

A few brands rise to the top in the ladies golf gear market, combining quality and performance with style. Here is a brief summary of some of the notable names:

TaylorMade: Renowned for high-performance clubs and innovation, TaylorMade's women's line includes clubs designed with lighter materials for optimal speed and distance.

Callaway: Popular for forgiving clubs and reliable balls, this brand works well for beginning and intermediate players.

Nike and Adidas: These companies are the leading golf apparel brands providing moisture-wicking clothing, comfortable shoes, and stylish outerwear designed just for women.

FootJoy: This is a well-recognized name in footwear for golfers. FootJoy has spiked and spikeless options with exceptional arch support and comfortable cushioning.

Ping: Ping offers complete sets tailored to women, along with lightweight and durable golf bags that boast ample storage for all accessories.

Women's Golf Equipment FAQs

What should I look for when purchasing lady's golf clubs?

Selection is based on material, length, and weight. Women's clubs are lighter and shorter; the shafts are also more flexible to accommodate the slow swinging speed. A full set of hybrids and putters would be better for beginners because both can lighten the burden of learning.

Are there certain clothing brands that actually address the needs for women's golf apparel?

Yes, several brands are into women's golf attire. These include Nike, Adidas, Callaway, and Puma. These companies have made clothes to provide comfort, flexibility, and style. Most of them contain high-performance fabrics for efficient sweat removal and to keep you cool. Many options provide freedom of movement.

How often should I replace my golf gear, particularly clubs and shoes?

Gear replacement does depend on usage and wear. Most golf clubs will generally last about 3-5 years, but drivers and putters will very well probably outlive the set. Shoes should be changed every 1-2 years, especially if one plays a lot. Always check all your gear for wear and tear, since performance could be affected when using worn-out gear.

What type of golf balls does one recommend for ladies to improve their performance?

They tend to be softer so it allows for more control and greater distances. Titleist, Callaway, and Bridgestone are a few that make women's golf balls designed for slower swing speeds, thus providing even better performance and accuracy.

Is there gear available to enhance my game?

But several accessories will help you take your game to the next level, such as rangefinders for accurately determining distances, gloves for a firmer yet sure grip, and putting mats for training. Even the tiniest accessories like ball markers and divot tools come in pretty handy and also keep your good etiquette going.

Conclusion

It means both comfort and good performance on the course are dependent on the right choice of ladies' equipment in golf. High-quality clubs, durable golf bags, stylish apparel, and supporting footwear are but a few of the choices to be made to meet the needs of women at all skill levels. Remember, along with personal style, one should choose equipment related to the skill level and course conditions. The truth is, quality equipment can make all the difference in the game and will probably heighten your enjoyment of each game. This guide should take a closer look at everything you need to know about ladies' golf gear, from ladies' golf clubs and on-course clothing to shoes and other accessories designed specifically for women.

When you have the right equipment to your name, you will be all so different in stepping onto that green. Be it beating the score, just for enjoyment, or simply hanging out with friends, well-suited gear makes all the difference. So find your equipment match, and let your confidence shine on the course!

[nevermindallgolf]

Perfect Picks: Unique Gift Ideas for Golfers and Essential Golf Shoes Every Player Needs

For many, golf transcends only entertainment value. Whether for a celebration or a thank-you, choosing the ideal gift for a gamer may be interesting. Many gear and clothing options are available. This article discusses unusual gift ideas for golfer, including must-have golf shoes. Read on to find unique presents that will improve their game and course time.

Named golf balls

Plaque golf balls are a simple and thoughtful present. They can have their names, nicknames, or unique messages on the balls. This makes them unique and shows you considered what to provide. Personalised golf balls may brighten every golfer's day. Imagine their satisfaction and joy playing golf with their balls. Golfers constantly use golf balls, making them a helpful present. They will appreciate having their customised balls, which will help them discover them during games, especially when there are several. 

Golf gear

Consider adding valuable goods to their collection. Good golf towels, multi-tools (divot repair tools with ball markers), and attractive golf hats make great gifts. An excellent towel helps golfers clean their clubs and play their best throughout the round. Wedge repair tools help with course maintenance and benefit golfers. Dressy golf headwear can keep their heads cool in the sun and add style. These small gifts improve their play and gear; you can buy golf shoes for men. Golf equipment is fantastic since you don't always notice it until it's too late. Giving them accessories shows you know the sport and care about their comfort and success.

Golf lessons

Local pros can help golfers improve by teaching them. This considerate presence helps them improve, learn new tricks, and obtain new ideas to improve their course performance. Trainers may help any player develop, regardless of skill. The teacher can tailor courses to their ability level, whether they want to train in putting, driving, or a short game. This present helps the golfer in real life and lets them meet their teacher and new individuals. Many schools provide clinics or group courses, making it pleasant and social.

Quality golf shoes

When considering gift ideas for golfer, proper shoes are crucial. Golfers need comfortable, stable, and gripping shoes. High-quality golf shoes can boost a golfer's game by offering support and grip. Buy golf shoes for men should choose fashionable, functional styles. FootJoy, Adidas, and Nike make many golf shoes. After a hard day on the course, waterproof, breathable, and padded shoes are helpful. A pair of shoes spiked or not, can improve their playing and make the round more pleasant. 

Golf-themed clothes

Golf-themed outfits are also excellent. Golf apparel is abundant, from moisture-wicking polos to elegant helmets and jackets. Gifting something that matches someone's style is enjoyable and practical. Golf apparel keeps golfers comfortable in every weather and boosts self-confidence on the field. Ensure the name is good, and consider their favourite hues and patterns to ensure they like wearing it on and off the course. Golfers may stay cool on hot days with moisture-wicking shirts and toasty on frigid mornings with attractive apparel. 

ConclusionFinding the perfect gift for a player may be enjoyable and rewarding. Personalised golf balls and high-quality golf shoes are among the many gift ideas for golfer aficionados. You care about them and know they love the game with each present. When shopping for golf gear, comfort and efficiency are most crucial. Better golf shoes will help men play better and relax on the field. Never Mind All Golf is the best place to get high-quality gear and play golf with a love. They have the best gift ideas for golfers and the coolest golf shoes for men.

[koala-pickleball]

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Made from multi-channel⁢ performance fibers, this‍ wristband effectively ‍wicks away sweat, keeping you dry and comfortable during even the most intense‍ workouts. With a width of 3 inches,⁢ it provides ample ⁢coverage while⁣ still allowing for freedom of movement. Pros: High-quality‍ material that wicks ⁣sweat and dries⁣ quickly Wide width for ⁤maximum coverage Comes in a convenient 2-pack for value and versatility Cons: Some users‍ may find the 3-inch width too bulky⁤ for their preference Don't⁣ let sweat get⁤ in the way of your performance. Get‍ your hands on⁢ the today and experience the difference‍ for yourself.‍ Feel the comfort and functionality of this premium accessory by ‍purchasing it now on Amazon.JOOLA Trinity ​Wristband 2 Pack – White Wrist Bands ‌with Moisture Wicking Performance Material – 4 inch Elastic Sweatband for Wrists – Table Tennis & ⁢Pickleball AccessoryStay cool and⁤ collected during intense matches with ‍the JOOLA Trinity⁤ Wristbands. These wristbands are crafted from moisture-wicking fabric, ⁢ensuring⁣ you stay⁤ dry and ⁢comfortable while wiping away ⁣sweat. ‌The elastic polyester material ⁣provides⁤ a soft, stretchy fit that easily absorbs moisture, making these wristbands​ a ⁤reliable accessory⁤ for pickleball, tennis, table ‌tennis, and other sports. Sold in ​a convenient ⁤2-pack, ‌you can effortlessly manage wrist sweat and ‌maintain focus during games. With a length of 4.5 inches and‍ a width of 4.24​ inches,‍ these wristbands are designed to fit most wrists comfortably. The ⁤white color complements any pickleball attire, and ​the machine-washable feature makes caring⁤ for ‌them a breeze. Emblazoned​ with the JOOLA Trinity ‍logo, these wristbands embody⁢ the brand's ⁢ethos of Inclusion, Innovation, and Inspiration. Enhance your performance and look the part with the JOOLA Trinity Wristbands - get yours today and step up your ⁤game! Check it out⁤ on⁤ Amazon Q&AQ: What are some top wristband options for sports enthusiasts? A: Are you ⁤looking for​ the ⁣perfect wristband to enhance your performance on⁣ the⁣ court or field?⁣ Look no further! We have ‍rounded up some⁣ of the best options for you. Q: What is the "Sweatbands Pickleball⁢ Golf ‍Tennis Great Gift or for Your Sports or Team Wristband⁣ Sports Band Set Including‌ Towel Wrist ⁢and Head Sweatbands"? A: This all-in-one set is a‌ must-have for any sports player. It includes wrist ‌and head sweatbands, making it​ perfect​ for‍ tennis, golf, pickleball,⁤ and more. Plus, it makes a great gift for your ‌sports team! Q: Can you tell me more about the‍ "Under Armour Men's 3-inch Performance Wristband 2-Pack"? A: The Under Armour wristband offers both style and‌ functionality. With ​a ⁢3-inch width, it provides great absorbency and comfort. And with a 2-pack, you ​will always have a⁤ spare on ​hand. Q: What makes the "JOOLA⁣ Trinity Wristband 2 Pack" stand out? A: The JOOLA Trinity ​Wristband is designed specifically ​for table tennis and pickleball players. Made with moisture-wicking performance material,‍ these⁣ 4-inch elastic sweatbands are perfect for ​intense matches. Plus, ⁣the white design adds a touch ⁣of⁢ style to your game. Q: Which wristband would you recommend for someone who plays a variety of sports? A:‍ For someone⁣ who plays a variety‌ of‌ sports, the "Sweatbands Pickleball Golf Tennis⁤ Great Gift⁤ or for Your Sports or Team Wristband Sports ⁤Band Set" would be the ideal⁤ choice. 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Material⁤ wicks sweat ‌& dries really fast... $6.99 View ⁤on Amazon JOOLA Trinity Wristband 2‌ Pack – White Wrist Bands with Moisture Wicking Performance Material Keep a cool head as the match heats ⁤up with the JOOLA Trinity Wristband. These wristbands are made⁣ from moisture wicking fabric, allowing you to maintain a dry ‌feel as you clear away sweat... $6.99 View‌ on Amazon Experience InnovationIn conclusion, wristbands are‍ a practical and stylish ⁣accessory ​for any sports enthusiast. Whether you're hitting the pickleball⁣ court, ⁤golf course, or tennis court, there are plenty of options to choose from to keep ​you dry and​ comfortable during your⁤ game. 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You Need This Disc Golf Backpack If You Want to Conquer the Course

Carrying your discs in style and comfort is crucial for conquering the course. But with so many disc golf backpacks on the market, choosing the right one can feel overwhelming. Fear not, fellow disc golfers! This guide will equip you with the knowledge to find the perfect backpack for your needs.

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Organization is Key:

Look for a disc golf backpack with multiple compartments to keep your discs organized. Dedicated putter pockets and slots for drivers, mids, and fairway drivers save you valuable time searching for the right disc. Bonus points for backpacks with a water bottle holder and a compartment for valuables like your phone and keys.

Find Your Fit:

Backpacks come in various sizes, so consider how many discs you typically carry. Don't forget to factor in additional gear like towels, bug spray, or extra layers. Here at Disc Store, we offer a wide selection of disc golf backpacks from top brands, catering to all playing styles and carrying capacities.

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𝙺𝙾𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚄 “𝚂𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙴“ 𝙵𝚄𝙹𝙸𝚂𝙰𝚆𝙰

Silly caffeine addict, she's usually sleep deprived and uses sarcasm as a coping mechanism.

── 🫀:: 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 ☠︵ . .

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▸ 关于我 . . . ❀︵︵ ↴

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ▸

「 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 」

Koharu "Sookie" Fujisawa

「 𝐀𝐆𝐄 」

21, July 4th, 2002.

「 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 」

Female

「 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 」

She/Her

「 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 」

A golf club.

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▸ 关于我 . . . ❀︵︵ ↴

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 「 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 」 ▸

「 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 」

Meeting Sookie, or Haru, for the first time can be a unique experience. Her distant and quiet demeanor might give the impression that she's reserved or uninterested in socializing. However, the truth is that she has mild trust issues and finds it challenging to open up to new people. Her sluggishness and tiredness are likely a result of her struggles with concentration and memory.

As you spend more time with Sookie and gain her trust, you'll notice a shift in her behavior. She may become more talkative and engage in conversations, often using sarcasm and making random remarks about various topics. Her ramblings might seem eccentric or disconnected, but they are a reflection of her mind wandering and her way of expressing herself.

As your bond deepens, Sookie may confide in you more, sharing her thoughts and experiences. She values the connection she has with you and appreciates having someone she can trust. If she becomes close to you, she'll likely display a protective nature, looking out for your well-being and offering support whenever possible.

「 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 」

5'7

「 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 」

None

「 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 」

She has a pretty big scar on her leg from accidentally cutting open her calf, this being before the apocalypse. She's fine now though, it's been quite a while and it's been healed leaving quite a cool scar in her opinion.

「 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 」

A spine tattoo, that's supposed to mimic her spine and it being wrapped in a red ribbon. She has Jellyfish on each side of her upper arms.

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▸ 关于我 . . . ❀︵︵ ↴

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 「 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 」 ▸

「 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 」

A red backpack.

- A roll of duck tape, a mini medkit, a few glass jars with tops. A flashlight that needs batteries, a few rags, and lastly a container of Vaseline.

- Some sweaters, shirts, jeans, a small wool blanket with tassel, a towel, and lastly some undergarments.

- A few comic books, manga, and a sketchbook. She has her own pencil pouch containing pens, pencils, and color pencils.

- A couple cans of Monster, two cans of mandarins, a bag of potato chips, peanut butter, and half a loaf of bread.

「 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 」

Sookie's initial move to the U.S. was driven by her love for travel and her desire to explore new places. Starting her journey in New York as a graphic designer, she was captivated by the grandeur and uniqueness of the city. The stark contrasts between her home country and America fascinated her, and she relished the opportunity to immerse herself in different cultures and experiences.

However, everything changed with the outbreak of the apocalypse. The world she once knew was shattered, and survival became her primary focus. Sookie's weariness and exhaustion are a testament to the hardships she has endured, both physically and emotionally. The constant struggle to stay alive, coupled with the solitude she feels, has taken its toll on her.

Despite her difficulties with socializing, Sookie recognizes the importance of finding companionship in this bleak world. She understands the risks involved in seeking out other survivors, as they can be as much of a threat as the undead. However, she believes that finding even just one person she can trust and rely on would make all the difference. It would give her the strength to face the harsh realities of the post-apocalyptic world and provide a sense of solace and companionship.

「 𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐒 」

"Mmh, well I miss being able to drink Monster's or Coca Cola cold. So maybe figuring out a way to get power after I find a safe shelter, I could possibly try finding a place with a generator or something of the sort. But that's a stupid goal, huh?"

「 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 」

🫀Monster and Coca Cola, Jellyfish, Cats, and astronomy. She has a fond love for silly cartoons as well, specifically Tom and Jerry.

🔪 Sour candy, nature, anything slimy or grimy, and lastly blood. It makes her nauseous, just from the sight or smell of it.

「 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 」

Bisexual/Greyromantic

「 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 」

"Hm? Words of affirmation, I need to know someone's there for me after all. I'm not gonna be so loyal and put my whole heart into a relationship if I get nothing in return."

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