#Pressure Cleaning Davidson

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Why Is Pressure Cleaning Recommended For Mould Removal From Surfaces?

When it comes to mould removal from various surfaces, the number one solution that is recommended by cleaners in Sydney and its suburbs is none other than pressure cleaning. They recommend this cleaning technique, especially for mould elimination due to various reasons and here, we will take a look into them.

Helps Remove Mould Quickly

The first reason why pressure cleaning in Sydney and its suburbs is preferred is that the cleaners can get rid of the mould from the surfaces quickly. The tools are easy to operate which is an advantage. Moreover, pressure cleaning tools have become advanced, that is carrying them to places for cleaning has become easier which helps reduce the time taken to remove mould.

Mould Removal is Safer

Since the cleaners carrying out pressure cleaning in Belrose and the other suburbs can remove mould without touching, this process is safer. 

Since mould is a type of fungal growth, touching or coming in close contact can prove to be detrimental to health. Its spores get into the air and can get inside the lungs when one breathes in the surrounding air. But by using pressure cleaning tools, cleaners can keep themselves at a distance. 

Pressure Cleaning Can be Adjusted

The next reason why pressure cleaning in Davidson is highly sought-after is that the tools can be adjusted by the cleaners according to the mould growth on the surface. 

If the cleaners notice that the growth is too much, they will increase the water jet intensity and vice versa. This helps in better operation and flawless removal.

Pressure Cleaning is Suitable for All Types of Surfaces  

Finally, pressure cleaning is recommended for mould removal since the technique is effective on all types of surfaces. Indeed, no matter the surface where mould growth has taken place, one can use pressure cleaning to remove the growth without damaging the surface.

To conclude, these are a few reasons why cleaners suggest the removal of fungal growths from surfaces using pressure cleaning.

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This has been SUCH a pleasure to read. The drama made sense and was written well and the smut was detailed and a little sweet? Even though he’s a gruff guy. I loved the way you tied up the ending. So glad I stumbled across this fic and I’m excited to dive into whatever else you have written! Because if this is the standard you write in, everyone should feel lucky that you aren’t charging because it’s THAT good!

“If anything, he gives them more attention than he gives you, delivering his deadpan jokes and exchanging quips during training.” Seems to me like he’s in a good mood because he got laid but I don’t know him as well as reader lol

“It feels silly to admit that maybe you had hoped that Ghost wouldn’t be content with just being your first, that maybe he’d want to be your second, your third.” It’s not silly to want things!

“Ghost had so confidently taken a seat next to you on the same fucking squishy little couch that you had shared last week.” Ghost is a man of few words lol this seems like a promising move from him!

“you wish he would give you some indication of where you stand,” girlie maybe just pull him to the side and ask? I think a direct rejection would be better than this middle ground you guys are on

“Over the last week, you’ve tried very hard not to be a stereotype.” Ugh it sucks when the pressures and stereotypes get to us and make us feel crazy

“After all, he had taken your virginity and then proceeded to act as though nothing at all had changed between you for the rest of the week, and now he’s sat next to you with his gaze that heated? What the fuck?” LOL

“He’s sort of cute. A charming smile, at least. When he sees you looking back, he only smiles wider and steps closer.” Sort of cute? Bestie let’s not even play games. If you are telling yourself he’s sort of cute he’s not worth it

“ It makes you jolt, startled, recognising Ghost by touch alone. It feels as though it sears straight through your clothes, and your eyes widen.” Uh oh looks like someone is jealous!

“Mm.” Ghost grunts. “What were you doing?” Love that he’s bothered

“Oh god, the Captain is watching you get hauled off — how mortifying.” Yikes yeah I don’t know what to say about that. Everyone is gunna know now

“And then as soon as another guy speaks to me, you’re over to me like a light. I mean, what the fuck?” And then, remembering the chain of command, you add a very sullen, “Sir.” LOL I love it

“His name is Davidson.” He says, and his voice is missing the somewhat dangerous edge it had only moments earlier. “And that wasn’t what I was talking about.” Yikes that wasn’t the guys name?? Cringe!

“Besides,” He cuts clean across you, but so gently, so much so that it surprises you. “I think we long surpassed professionalism when you asked if you could use my cock like a dildo.” Let’s be accountable Ghost! YOU were the one that said “let me try” last chapter and ate her out for an hour. The line was crossed by you first technically

““I was trying to give you space, doll.” He murmurs. “It was your first– I didn’t want to overwhelm you. Wanted you to make your own choices.” I have to say I almost always hate a miscommunication trope but this one is done so well in a way that makes sense for the situation and I am loving it

“There’s a long moment of silence during which Ghost just stares at you. It’s borderline uncomfortable, and you find it difficult to maintain eye contact with him. Even with the mask acting as a barrier, he’s still so intense” to have a character like ghost who barely speaks and wears a mask that hides expression you do a very good job of showing his micro expressions and twitches to show what he’s thinking

“Promising start.” He says, and you want to smack him.” LOL Snarky Ghost is Top tier

“Shh,” You admonish him, glancing up with a frown. “Let me do it myself.” Ok girl!

“Knew you’d be good at this. Look at you, messy little thing. Fuckin’ gorgeous.” Love how many compliments he gives her. He was sweet to her in the first part too

“He’s built like a fucking god; thick muscles, soft tummy, and cushiony pecs. It might just be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life.” Swoons

“It’s not teasing, lovie.” He says, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your jawline. “You’ve been avoiding me for a week straight. I’m just reacquainting myself.” A gentleman

“Your jaw clenches in determination. “I need to be on top.” Woo! Get it girl!

“The guy at the bar.” Ghost clarifies, his voice deep and a little irritated. “The one who was all over you. Would you have gone back with him?” Oh yeah ghost? I thought earlier you said “that’s not what I was talking about” looks like you WERE jealous

“To see him glowing with sweat, his mouth lolled open under his rumpled balaclava as he snarls and grunts and fucks into you like an animal feels like a drug so heady you know you’re already addicted.” Same!

“As long as you’ll have me.” He says, low in the quiet of the room. His tone is thick with significance,” love it! He’s such a sweetheart when he actually communicates lol

ミi hear you like magic? i've got a wand and a rabbit!

part one | part two

🍓 pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem reader

🍓 tags: nsfw, size kink, inexperienced!reader, first time blow jobs, vaginal sex, rough(?) sex, riding, jealous ghost, some communication issues!

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The problem with sleeping with a man like Ghost, you’re coming to realise, is that now that you’ve experienced the reality of sex (and good sex) you can’t stop thinking about it.

In the week following the night you’d spent together, you swear you can feel his phantom touch on your hips, your thighs, your back. It feels like he’s carved a space for himself inside of you, something you’ll never get back – not that you want it back in the first place. 

Realistically, you know that the whole ‘loss of virginity’ thing doesn’t have as much to do with how you’re feeling as the fact that it was Ghost who had taken it. You had long bullied your hymen out of the way with your collection of silly dildos, but nothing could have prepared you for the scorching hot heat of Ghost’s massive cock splitting you open, or his clever tongue licking at you, or his thick calloused fingers rubbing torturous circles into your clit and fraying your nerves apart.

The worst part is, you don’t know if anything is ever going to live up to the way he made you feel again. You’ve tried to replicate his touches, his rhythm, the way he had split you open, but your fingers are too small and none of your dildos can imitate the way he had worked you stupid. To your immense dissatisfaction, you don’t even come close to coming again.

It feels like something inside of you has cracked open, and you don’t know how to stop all of this new yearning, how to stuff it all back inside and pretend that nothing has changed.

The problem is that while you feel as though you’ve been changed from the inside out, you don’t think Ghost feels the same way. Maybe the most infuriating thing is that Ghost seems entirely unaffected. Other than a couple of lingering glances and knowing stares, there’s no indication that he had done anything more intimate with you than grappling at training. 

All you can do is attempt to follow his lead, to be as casual as possible.

It’s harder than it sounds.

You find your whole body straining towards him when he’s close to you, though you try to keep cool. You fail miserably. You can’t even look in Ghost’s direction without thinking of his big fingers hooked inside you, rubbing at your clit, squeezing at your tits. You can hardly look him in the eye without thinking of the way he looked when he was squeezed between your thighs with his mouth on your cunt, the way those big brown eyes watched as you writhed on his tongue.

And yet, you can hardly tear your eyes away from him. You look at him in a completely different light now. He’s the first man to take you, the first one to touch you so intimately, the first one to make you come. He’s still your lieutenant, but it’s like all of a sudden your eyes have been opened to a new aspect of him. He’s no longer just your untouchable superior, the man who’s always so cold and distant behind that death mask – now he’s the man who was gentle with you, the man who kissed you sweetly when he took your virginity, the man who gave you the first, second, third orgasm of your life.

But despite the way you had been offered that new little glimpse into Ghost, he still remains an enigma to you. 

You can feel his eyes on you throughout the week, though it’s never at the same time as when you’re looking at him. And maybe you’re imagining it, but it seems as though he’s gotten freer with his touches, too. A big palm on the small of your back as he steps past you, a quick squeeze to the shoulder. It’s subtle, and you can’t be sure that he’s actually touching you anymore than usual.

But other than the subtle glances and the light touches, Ghost doesn’t make any genuine effort to approach you again. He still treats you like just another member of the squad, no different to Soap or Gaz. 

If anything, he gives them more attention than he gives you, delivering his deadpan jokes and exchanging quips during training. You end up standing to the side, sending infrequent glances their way in the hopes that he’ll give you something.

You’ve never been the fittest or the strongest, but your level of distraction in those few days following your night with Ghost is absolutely mortifying. You’re slow, you’re clumsy, you mess up everything. 

You don’t think you can be blamed when you’re working in the same space as Ghost. You can hardly bring yourself to look his way when he’s lifting weights, unable to handle looking at the flex and curl of his muscles under his long-sleeve black workout shirt. It clings to him, letting you see every little shift of muscle and tendon beneath that stupid top as he works, and your mind very unhelpfully provides a slideshow of memories of him between your spread thighs. 

You know it’s obvious. You glance at him, then glance away, then back again. Your eyes linger, bright and too interested, before you’re able to hide it. You wonder sometimes if your yearning is obvious on your face; you hope not.

But if Ghost sees it – any of it – he gives no indication. 

If you have to be honest with yourself, you’ll admit that you’re disappointed. You had hoped that– well. You’re not sure you can bear to admit what you’d hoped, even just to yourself. It feels silly to admit that maybe you had hoped that Ghost wouldn’t be content with just being your first, that maybe he’d want to be your second, your third. Silly. Almost blasphemous.

You don’t technically have to show up to training, so after only two days of your awkward and uncertain pining in the gym, you stop showing up. The role you fulfil as part of the 141 is a non-combat one, so you know you won’t be missed in their ongoing training. You’ve mostly been working in communications; maintaining secure communication channels and ensuring that information is transmitted accurately and securely. The boys rely on you in the field, and you feel like you owe them a certain level of physical fitness just in case things go frighteningly wrong when you’re out there with them. 

There’s just something so mortifying about the whole situation. It feels as though Ghost had peeled back the layers of you and taken a peek at your soft unprotected insides. You’d been vulnerable in front of him in a way you’d never been in front of anyone before, in a way that you can hardly stand. You had thought that you’d been okay with it being a one time thing, but you weren’t exactly doing a whole lot of thinking at the time.

So yeah, every time he glances away from you, or when he doesn’t even bother to look in your direction at all, it feels like you’re being rejected anew. It’s…. It’s not ideal. But you’re a big girl, and you’ve dealt with repressed desire and stifled yearning for years now. At least now you have a real experience to add to your reserve of imagination the next time you try to get yourself off.

It’s fine. You convince yourself that you were being ridiculous in the first place. He’s Ghost, after all. You feel a little foolish for even having the brief hope that something more might happen between the two of you. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ

You manage to keep to yourself for most of the week, and the rest of the squad is kind enough not to say anything about it. But when Thursday comes around, you realise it’s not going to be possible to avoid Soap and his persistent insistence that you join them all in the moderately-sized cantina for drinks that night.

Truthfully, it doesn’t take too much persuading to convince you to go. Avoiding training with the squad had resulted in a week of isolation that had left you lonely and wishing for some social interaction. Besides, you’ve never quite been able to say no to Soap, and so you’re dragged to the little cantina for the second Thursday in a row.

To your absolute bewilderment, you find yourself in the exact same position as you had been in the last time you shared drinks with the squad, exactly one week ago. 

Despite hardly speaking to you all week, Ghost had so confidently taken a seat next to you on the same fucking squishy little couch that you had shared last week. You end up partially squashed into the arm of the sofa, with Ghost’s massive hulking body brushing against you with every slight movement. 

It’s galling to admit it, but you feel like you’re on fire. He doesn’t say much other than a soft murmur of a greeting when he first settles down beside you, but then he throws his arm around the back of the couch in a move that’s unexpectedly intimate. 

You try not to read too much into it. While Ghost may be fairly aloof and menacing to those that don’t know him well, to you and the squad he’s always been subtly territorial. His eyes flick around the room semi-regularly, never at ease even in the middle of base. When Gaz goes to get drinks, Ghost’s eyes follow him until he gets back as though he’s expecting something to happen in the few minutes and couple of feet that he’s gone. He does the same when Price steps out for a smoke, and when Soap steps out to the toilet.

So the arm behind you (technically resting on the back of the couch rather than your shoulders) doesn’t actually mean anything. The curious look that Soap sends you doesn’t mean anything either, and you studiously ignore it as you force yourself to relax at Ghost’s side.

You drink the vodka soda Gaz hands you a little quicker than you mean to – maybe it’s because your nerves are already set on edge, but the alcohol goes to your head. Quickly. 

It’s a pleasant floaty feeling, and it eases some of the anxiety that’s been bubbling thanks to the heat that sinks into your skin from his side pressed up against you. By the time you drain your glass, you’re leaning against his side. He doesn’t react, for better or worse; you wish he would give you some indication of where you stand, whether he likes you bundled up by his side or if he’s just tolerating it.

When Ghost’s eyes finally slide over to you from behind the dark pits of his mask, you nearly jolt. His gaze is lazy and half-lidded, but he reaches out to take the glass from you. His gloved fingers brush over yours, and you can’t stifle the embarrassing little judder that runs down your spine.

“Slow down.” He murmurs, setting the glass aside. “It’s still early.”

You had been hoping all damn evening that he would just look at you, but now that you finally have his eyes on you it feels as though you’re pinned down by them. You try not to squirm, once again remembering the way those dark eyes had watched you so darkly as he had hunched over you, rutting into you until the tears were streaming down your cheeks.

Your mind goes blank under his attention and his closeness, the ambient noise of glasses clinking and loud voices laughing and joking and muffled old eighties tunes fading to nothing until the sound of Soap’s loud voice brings you back to yourself.

“Let the lass drink, LT.” He crows, grinning, and you realise that he already has another couple of drinks in his hands. You hadn’t even noticed him leaving for the bar. “She deserves to have fun tonight. Don’t you, bonnie?”

“Sure.” You agree easily, relieved by the distraction and already reaching for the new drink. You’re still all fidgety and distracted, eager to drown yourself in it. “I deserve fun.”

It feels as though Ghost’s gaze is burning right into the side of your head, but you fixedly ignore him. He’s so intense, you’re pretty sure that you look like a dazed idiot under the weight of his attention. It’s the most he’s looked at you all week, and you attempt to hide your face behind your glass as you take a sip of your fresh drink.

He’s drinking too, though he’s foregone his usual whiskey in favour of a dark lager that he’s barely touched. The glass is sweating with condensation, and he swipes a thick gloved thumb over the fog on it absent-mindedly as he watches you.

You watch Gaz and Soap as they joke with each other, trading jibes and jabs and stories that you hardly even hear. It feels a little as though your ears have been filled with cotton wool, as though everything around you is just distinctly muffled. You feel like you’re on another planet, awareness tethered only by the hot, hard line of Ghost’s muscular body pressed against your side. 

Over the last week, you’ve tried very hard not to be a stereotype.

You’ve heard men laughing about girls they’ve slept with who’ve become too clingy, who’ve wanted too much, and wasted their time searching for something that those guys aren’t willing to give. Maybe it’s because you’re so conscious that Ghost has taken several of your firsts, but you’re so determined to not be that person. 

Ghost isn’t exactly a big talker anyway, unless it’s the odd sarcastic comment or ribbing with Soap, so it’s not like you’ve talked about the situation. You had just awoken the morning after with a deep ache in your core and a sore back, though the pain was soothed by the warm embrace you were all wrapped up in. You had been nervous, but you needn’t have been. Ghost had given you nothing. He just rubbed your back with one shovel-sized hand and pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder (through the mask, so you don’t know what to make of that) before he rolled out of your bed to pull his trousers back on, grunting that he’d see you later.

So, you don’t talk about it. Not with him, and not with anybody. It feels like so much has changed, yet everything stays the same. The deja vu you’re experiencing from sitting on the couch drinking with him like this is overwhelming, and experiencing him staring at you like this after a full week of distance is making you feel hot and fuzzy and stupid.

While Soap is in the midst of a loud and enthusiastic retelling of a story from his basic training days, you build up the courage to glance up at Ghost. He’s already looking at you, as though anticipating your attention. 

“You’re staring at me.” You mumble, your fingers clenching compulsively around your chilled glass.

Ghost shifts, and you feel the thick muscle of his bicep roll behind your head. He grunts in quiet agreement. 

“Yeah.”

He doesn’t say anything else, uninterested in justifying or explaining himself. It’s like he thinks that he doesn’t need to; he just keeps watching you, his light blond eyelashes drawing low over his eyes as his head tilts.

Self-conscious under his intensity, you glance away again. Soap is still talking, but you can’t focus. Despite the fact that Ghost is big and warm and so frustratingly attractive beside you, it’s hard to ignore the subtle prickle of irritation that’s growing under your skin. 

After all, he had taken your virginity and then proceeded to act as though nothing at all had changed between you for the rest of the week, and now he’s sat next to you with his gaze that heated? What the fuck?

The second drink goes down even easier than the first thanks to your awkwardness. You’re not sure what to make of his attention – you’ve spent the whole week keeping a sense of distance, determined to stay cool and casual. The last thing you want to do is freak him out by seeming like an over-eager idiot that’s gone and fallen in too deep with him, unwilling to lose whatever meagre respect Ghost has developed for you since you started working with the 141.

“I’ll get the next round.” You blurt suddenly, pushing yourself up off the couch.

It’s too abrupt to be casual, and you pointedly don’t look at the half-full glasses in your squad mates’ hands as you hurry away. You probably could have played that off better, but you need a moment to collect yourself away from Ghost’s relentless stare.

You take the opportunity to breathe at the bar, rubbing at your eyes and sighing. The bartender is busy, so you just stand there for a long moment, mentally chastising yourself.

God, this is just embarrassing. You’re a grown fucking woman, and here you are getting so ridiculously flustered over your lieutenant. You never thought that you’d be the type to turn into a silly little mess over the first man you ever sleep with, but maybe it was inevitable. The little embers of that crush you had been harbouring on Ghost since you joined the team have been fanned into a full on flame and you hardly know how to handle yourself.

It takes a significant effort to keep your attention away from the table; you can’t help but want to look, to see if Ghost is still looking your way, but you keep your eyes to yourself. 

When another body appears at your side, you jolt in surprise. You hadn’t expected to be followed, and your first thought is that it must be Soap. But when you glance to your side, you find a stranger standing closer to you than you expected.

Well, he’s not a total stranger. You know him to see around the base, sandy-haired with a too wide smile. You think he might be a second lieutenant, but you’ve never actually had any dealings with him and you can’t think of a name… Daniels, maybe?

“Hello there,” He says, and even with those two words his intentions are unmistakable. His tone is suggestive, as is the way his eyes scan over your body. “How you doing?”

It’s far from the first time you’ve been hit on by men; it comes with the territory of being a woman in a male-dominated environment. They look at you like they want to eat you sometimes, in a way that sets your teeth on edge. You’ve always danced around the subject of intimacy, embarrassed about your lack of experience and too anxious to actually seek out anyone to change that. What happened with Ghost was unexpected, and just about changed your entire outlook on sex and physical pleasure for life. 

Your first reaction, as always, is to shut him down or ignore him. But something makes you pause, and glance back at him. 

He’s sort of cute. A charming smile, at least. When he sees you looking back, he only smiles wider and steps closer.

“Let me get this next one for you,” He says, gesturing at the bartender to catch his attention. “What’re you having?”

“Uh..” You hesitate a moment, biting your lip. “Vodka soda.”

He orders, then leans against the bar and turns to face you fully. His gaze is appreciative, and for once you don’t shy away from it. You so rarely return male attention that you hardly know what to do, but you manage to muster up an awkward smile.

When the bartender returns with your drink, you feel a momentary pang of guilt. You had almost forgotten that you were meant to order drinks for the table, and you send a swift glance over your shoulder. 

The boys are still engrossed in their conversation, hardly even noticing your absence. All but Ghost.

The lieutenant has half-turned, his arm still slung over the couch where you had been sitting as he stares. The realisation that his eyes are still on you has your spine straightening, self-conscious now about your posture and your body language. 

You look away swiftly, and try not to feel guilty. You’re not doing anything wrong, after all. He hasn’t spoken to you all week despite the fact that he’d nearly done your back in fucking you.

Your experience with Ghost may have been a one-time thing, no matter what you might have been hoping for, but there’s no reason that it has to be a one-time thing for you with anyone else. Even with your stupid vibrators and dildos, you haven’t been able to come close to coming in the week following your night with your lieutenant. You’re starting to wonder if maybe you’re not capable of coming without someone else’s hands on you.

“I’ve seen you around, been meaning to talk to you,” Daniels is saying, and in your distraction you almost miss it. “But it’s, uh… it’s a little difficult to catch you alone.”

You almost scoff, but you manage to swallow it back down. You know exactly what he means; the 141 sticks together and looks out for each other, but it also sometimes feels like you have a couple of overprotective guard dogs. They take watching you seriously, probably due to your non-combat role on the team, and you’ve never discouraged it because you like the way they make you feel safe. 

“Yeah, the guys can be a little protective.” You laugh a little weakly. “But don’t mind them.”

Even now, you can feel Ghost’s dark eyes burning into you from across the room. You wonder how on earth Daniels remains so unaware of it.

“Mm,” Daniels leans in, his white teeth glinting. “Can’t blame them, I suppose. Why don’t you come and join me and some of the lads at our table for a bit? Spend some time with some new people.”

You shift on the balls of your feet, thinking. Admittedly, you’ve never been big on socialising when on base, other than the usual minor exchange of pleasantries. You hardly even know what to do in the face of a man’s interest in you now.

“Oh, I’m not sure.” You demur, reaching up to scratch absently behind your ear. “I don’t think the boys would appreciate me abandoning them for the night.”

Daniels’ smile widens, and you feel your cheeks heat. You feel clumsy with your socialising, as though you’re stretching muscles you’re not used to using. Since you had joined the 141, you hadn’t done too much mingling outside of the squad; they’ve been your only friends and confidantes, ribbing and supporting you in equal measure. In the face of a stranger in the on-base cantina, you find yourself floundering.

“I think they get enough of your time,” He murmurs, leaning against the bar in such a way that his body is angled towards you. “C’mon, I’ll buy you another few drinks and we can get to know each other, huh?”

Maybe the vodka was a bad idea. It’s lowering your inhibitions, making you actually consider his offer. You’re pent up from a week of unsuccessful touching yourself, and you crave physical intimacy. 

If you can’t get a repeat performance from Ghost, then maybe it wouldn’t be so terrible if you looked elsewhere, with someone who might be interested in more than a one time thing.

You glance down at Daniel’s hands where they’re wrapped around his beer glass. They’re big, with strong slender fingers and calloused knuckles. Nice hands, you think, but you can’t help but compare to the enormous thick paws of your lieutenant. Still, you think they’d do the job.

“Well–” You start to say, your tone wavering and uncertain as you consider his officer.

But you don’t get to give him an answer before a massive hand settles on your shoulder. It makes you jolt, startled, recognising Ghost by touch alone. It feels as though it sears straight through your clothes, and your eyes widen.

For a moment, Ghost says nothing at all. He just stands at your shoulder, so close that you feel the muscle of his chest and stomach brush against your back, and stares at Daniels from over the top of your head. The glare isn’t even directed your way, and yet you find yourself wilting from it.

“On your way, Sergeant.” Ghost drawls, lifting his chin and gesturing at him dismissively.

Despite Ghost’s obvious intimidation factor, Daniels doesn’t immediately do as he’s told. He huffs out a short breathless laugh instead, as though he can hardly believe what he’s hearing.

“We’re only talking, Lieutenant–”

Ghost doesn’t even respond. His glower just intensifies, until Daniels trails off and his mouth snaps shut. You get the impression that if anyone else tried to intimidate him just by staring and posturing, Daniels might actually square up and fight. He seems like the type to make poor decisions while drinking – maybe you were going to be one of them. 

But as it is, Ghost has an intimidation factor unmatched by anyone else you’ve ever known. It goes beyond his giant hulking physique and skull mask and low gravelly voice that can sound like a clap of thunder when he’s angry. It’s like he has an aura, something that radiates off him in dark waves saying ‘Don’t fuck with me’. Any sensible person would back the fuck off when faced with his full, unwelcoming attention.

And sure enough, Daniels is no exception. He raises his arms to his shoulders and gives Ghost a mocking sort of smile before retreating backwards. To your mortification, he doesn’t so much as glance your way even as he turns his back on you.

Irritation settles over you like a blanket. It makes your skin itch and your teeth grind, and you turn to scowl at Ghost.

“What the hell was that?” You demand, and your voice comes out sharper than you had technically intended.

Ghost’s head tilts, and those sharp dark eyes find you from behind the mask. The eyeblack is beginning to fade in patches around the inner corners of his eyes – bizarrely, it serves as a reminder that Ghost is just a man, not just a massive wall of muscle with a terrifying glower.

“What was what?” He says. His voice has dropped a notch, deep and rumbling into you even as you step away and turn so that you’re facing him head on.

“You– I was just–” You flounder for a moment, searching for words as you gesture uselessly with your hands. 

You’re indignant over his interruption, and your frustration grows as you find yourself unable to articulate yourself. Where the hell does he get off interrupting you talking to another man? He hadn’t spoken to you all week, and now he feels confident enough to cockblock you?

“Mm.” Ghost grunts. “What were you doing?”

Your jaw clenches. “I was talking. Is that a crime now?”

Jesus, you sound like a brat. You don’t even know where this insubordination is coming from; he’s your lieutenant, regardless of that one night you had spent with him. You’re being too bold talking like this, but it’s like you just can’t help yourself.

His eyes darken, lashes blocking out his irises as his gaze narrows at you. You force yourself to maintain eye contact, to keep your spine straight and shoulders back despite your impulse to crumble.

“Watch that mouth, doll.” He warns, his voice low, and you feel your stomach tighten at both his words and his tone. 

But your self-preservation instincts are still missing.

“You can’t ignore me all week and then get annoyed at me when I–”

He cuts you off as though he’s not even listening to you. “Not here. Come on.”

And with that, he wraps one big hand around your upper arm and begins leading you out of the cantina. He’s not harsh, and he doesn’t drag you or anything, but judging by the tense set of his shoulders arguing with him would be a really bad idea right now. 

You’ve pissed him off, and you don’t want to make his mood worse so you allow your feet to move automatically as he leads you out of the room.

You can feel eyes on your back as you leave, and you feel yourself grow squirmy with embarrassment. No doubt the rest of the squad is watching you get hauled off by Ghost right now. 

Oh god, the Captain is watching you get hauled off — how mortifying. You pray they didn’t catch your little exchange with Ghost at the bar, but you have a feeling that hope is in vain. The 141 are close-knit and protective over each other, but they’re also terrible gossips.

“Let me– Sir, let me go–” You start to complain, testing his grip. His hold on you is iron-clad, and yet still somehow gentle enough to avoid bruising.

When you realise where he’s leading you to, you stop complaining very quickly. You had figured that he was just going to drag you into the corridor outside and give you a talking to, but he doesn’t stop there. He keeps going, until you realise that he’s leading you all the way back to your own damn room

“What are you doing?” You demand in a hiss. You’re so incensed that you swear your hair is standing on end. 

After all that, is Ghost seriously hauling you back to your room like you’re a bold child? Is he angry because of your insubordination at the bar? 

A cold trickle of anxiety enters your stomach, and you steal a worried glance at his face. The hard-shell mask he uses on missions has been traded for the softer black woven balaclava that he usually wears when he’s not in the field, but it doesn’t make him any easier to read.

He doesn’t answer until the two of you have crossed the threshold of your room, the door shutting behind you with a firm click.

Now that it’s the two of you, alone once again in your tiny shitty room, you find your indignant confidence waning rapidly. He’s just so big, the huge masculine frame of him making you feel more ridiculous than ever for your momentary flash of brattiness. Even worse, having him in your space like this is only making your brain go into overdrive, as though your body remembers what happened the last time he was here like this.

You decide that the best defence mechanism to prevent yourself from looking like a fool is to cling onto those last little dregs of anger.

“You’re unbelievable.” You snap, crossing your arms and narrowing your eyes. “You’ve been avoiding me all week! And then as soon as another guy speaks to me, you’re over to me like a light. I mean, what the fuck?” And then, remembering the chain of command, you add a very sullen, “Sir.” 

Throughout your mini little rant, Ghost has just watched you. There’s something in his eyes that you don’t know how to read, unable to get a feel for what he’s thinking through that inscrutable mask.

“‘S not true.” He grunts after a moment, and you realise that his eyes have creased in a way that suggests he’s frowning.

You feel like you’re going to explode. “Yes, it is! Daniels was barely speaking to me for two minutes before you scared him off–”

Bizarrely, your words make Ghost snort. You hadn’t even realised how tense his shoulders were until he relaxes, and you stare at him in confusion as he steps past you towards your bed. Your anger fizzles out, leaving behind self-conscious confusion as you watch your lieutenant settle down so that he’s sitting at the edge of your bed with his legs spread wide. 

“His name is Davidson.” He says, and his voice is missing the somewhat dangerous edge it had only moments earlier. “And that wasn’t what I was talking about.”

Embarrassment flares, though you try to stifle it. So you didn’t know the guy’s name – whatever. You would have learned it by the end of the night, you’re certain. You open your mouth, defensive and prickly, but Ghost speaks again before you get the chance to.

“I haven’t been ignoring you.” He says, watching you like he’s trying to figure you out. When you just blink at him, he sighs. “Jesus, sweetheart, just sit down for a second. Tell me what I did wrong, yeah?”

You’re left feeling a little wrong-footed, hesitating in the middle of the room. You had expected him to be a little angrier than this, to chide you for your behaviour. Or maybe you had expected him to be cold, or dismissive.

Slowly, you take a few steps towards the bed. He watches you approach, those dark eyes watchful and sharp, but says nothing as you nervously perch on the bed beside him. 

Despite the fact that this is your room, you’re stiff when you sit next to him. Your brain is in overdrive, providing you with very unhelpful memories of the last time Ghost was on your bed and flooding your body with mortifying heat.

“You’ve barely spoken to me since we–” You can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence, averting your gaze and staring at some point past his shoulder. “Since last week. If you wanted to keep it professional, that’s– that’s fine–”

Ghost’s spine straightens, but he doesn’t speak yet. He just watches you, and lets you flounder awkwardly as you struggle to articulate yourself.

“I don’t want to make things awkward, I just–” You’re tripping over your words, wincing when they come out all clumsy. “I’ve never done this before, so I’ll follow your lead, but I don’t understand the point of sending Dan– Davidson, whatever, away like that if you’re clearly trying to keep things between us professional–”

Finally, Ghost speaks, though it seems like he’s suddenly developed incredibly selective hearing.

“He’s a wanker. Chases around any woman that stands still for too long in that damn cantina every time we’re in there.” His voice is a low earnest rumble, but you’re too agitated to properly hear him. “He didn’t have anything to offer that you’d be interested in.”

“That’s not–”

“Besides,” He cuts clean across you, but so gently, so much so that it surprises you. “I think we long surpassed professionalism when you asked if you could use my cock like a dildo.”

Blood rushes to your head so fast you feel a little light-headed. Right, so he’s decided to cut straight to the chase then. You swallow, and your dry throat clicks audibly.

“Right.” You say. “Yeah, that– um… that’s made things awkward, I suppose.” A brief pause, and then you sheepishly add, “Sorry, LT.”

Ghost just watches you, his brown eyes inscrutable beneath the fan of his pale eyelashes. Under the dark fabric of the mask you see his jaw flex, as though he’s considering his next words carefully.

“C’mere.” He says.

You had been expecting him to say more, and you hesitate a moment before reluctantly shuffling over a few inches. Though he had invited you to move closer to him, you’re suddenly so conscious of crossing any possible boundaries. 

You had never slept with anyone before, and you don’t understand what’s expected of you now. How are you supposed to act, now that you’ve had a one-night stand with your lieutenant? 

“Haven’t been ignoring you,” Ghost says, and he reaches out to place a hand on your knee. The touch makes your eyes widen, gaze darting down to stare at his thick fingers where they wrap around the underside of your knee. “You jokin’? Been watching you all week. Thinkin’ about you all the time.”

That’s a bold enough statement that all you can do is stare at him in disbelief. You can’t deny that he’s been watching you – you had felt his eyes on you regularly, but always from a distance. But… 

“You never–” You start to say, before swallowing again so you don’t say something stupid. “You haven’t spoken to me.”

“Spoke to you during training, before you stopped showing up.”

That’s a little galling, and all you can do is scowl. 

“Stop that. You know what I mean.” You snap defensively. 

Maybe you’re imagining it, but you think Ghost might be confused behind that stupid mask. His head has tilted just slightly to the side in the same way as it usually does when he’s trying to figure something out.

“I was trying to give you space, doll.” He murmurs. “It was your first– I didn’t want to overwhelm you. Wanted you to make your own choices.”

The uncertainty in his voice is unexpectedly endearing, but you’re not ready to let go of your irritation with him just yet. Admittedly you’re losing steam, but you struggle to straighten your back and affect a scowl nonetheless.

“I didn’t want space.” You say, and it comes out a little more childish than you had intended it to. You try not to cringe at yourself. “You just– we never talked about anything, you just woke up the next morning and left and then all week you hardly spoke to me.”

You curse your inexperience even as you speak, feeling like a total idiot. You just wish you knew what was expected of you, what Ghost wants. Was he put off by the fact that he had to guide you, fumbling and clumsy, through an experience that was absolutely mind-blowing for you but probably sub-standard for him?

And oh, that thought makes dread curl in your belly. What if Ghost wasn’t impressed with your… performance? You had no idea what you were doing, only that the way Ghost had touched you felt so good, so much better than you’ve ever managed to make yourself feel with your fingers or toys. And when he had brought you to orgasm, you had lost yourself completely. You hadn’t made any attempt to return his attention, too lost in all the new pleasure you were experiencing.

There’s a pause, the silence between you stretching taut. Ghost doesn’t rush to reply, instead apparently thinking hard before he speaks. 

“I go for a run in the mornings.” He says at last, his voice low and rumbly. 

It takes you a moment to process that. 

“You– what?”

Ghost shifts, and the cheap standard issue mattress beneath the two of you squeaks. “That morning, I… went for a run.”

He must realise how that sounds – maybe the expression on your face tips him off – because he hurries to add on to it. “Creature of habit, love. I didn’t– I don’t do this often either. I stayed the night, we cuddled. I thought–”

He stops rather abruptly, and doesn’t finish so you don’t quite know what he thought. Your confusion has gotten the best of you, and you’re staring at him in agitated confusion. God, he’s bad at communicating.

“Should have stayed.” He says gruffly, and if you’re not mistaken he sounds a little chagrined. “Thought we were fine, until you started avoiding me. And then I thought you just needed time to yourself.” He gives a jerky shrug, clearly out of his comfort zone. “‘Cause it was your first time. Dunno.”

Oh. Well.

Now you’re the one blinking at him. That’s… not what you had been expecting. 

While you thought Ghost had been giving you the cold shoulder, he had thought that he was being considerate. Jesus. You’re not sure how to even begin processing that.

“I didn’t need time to myself.” You say, and you sound pathetic.

There’s a beat of silence during which you feel thoroughly examined. Ghost hardly even blinks as he watches you, his scrutiny making you sweat.

“No,” He rumbles after a moment. “Apparently you didn’t.”

You roll your eyes, honestly a little irritated with him. Even after it’s been made clear that your miscommunication has caused issues this whole week, he’s still so hesitant to just fucking talk to you. 

“Right, well–” You start to say, a little sharp. 

He grabs at you before you can retreat, his enormous hand comically large around your wrist. He’s not holding you harshly, his grip just loose enough that you could break out of it if you tried. But instead of pulling away, you allow him to tug you closer. His free hand reaches for your hip, and quicker than your tired mind is able to follow he’s tugged you up into his lap.

“Jesus–” You blurt, grabbing at his shoulders for balance.

Ghost is built like a brick house, all thick and sturdy with all that solid muscle. He’s broad too, and your legs are forced wide as he encourages you to settle in his lap. You try not to let your reaction show on your face, but Ghost is watching you so carefully that you’re certain he can read every micro-twitch anyway.

“Last week wasn’t enough?” He asks, and if you’re not mistaken he sounds hungry. Maybe you could even delude yourself into thinking there’s an undertone of hope, too.

But maybe that’s a step too far. This is the Ghost, after all. He’s veritably a human weapon, every inch of him battle-scarred and solid beneath the heavy clothes and thick mask. You’re pretty sure that any kind of yearning you hear has been prescribed by your own imagination. But you can’t help yourself.

You shake your head, your breath catching in your chest. No, last week wasn’t enough.

“Then why bother with that idiot at the bar?” Ghost asks, his big hands folding around your hips. “If you wanted to be fucked, you could have just asked me.”

You swallow thickly, your throat clicking audibly. For some reason, you hadn’t expected him to speak so bluntly, but it’s typical of Ghost to get straight to the point without beating around the bush. 

“I wasn’t sure you���d want to do that with me again.” You say, your voice edged with insecurity. 

There’s a long moment of silence during which Ghost just stares at you. It’s borderline uncomfortable, and you find it difficult to maintain eye contact with him. Even with the mask acting as a barrier, he’s still so intense.

“What made you think that?” He asks, his voice low.

You find yourself quite abruptly aware of the position you’re in. You’re sitting perched in your lieutenant’s lap with your legs spread wide, after a week of pining after him like an embarrassing little puppy. You’ve been craving physical contact, yearning desperately for that same kind of pleasure he had introduced to you ever since your night together. 

“You’re difficult to read.” You whisper awkwardly, shifting. You’re hyper-aware of your weight in his lap; even though you know he’s strong, the thought of being too heavy for him is a little mortifying.

But his hands tighten around your hips, keeping you securely in place across his thighs.

“You think so?” His voice is low, a little rough, and the gravel of it causes a little frisson of heat to trickle down your spine. “You been trying to read me? Can’t have been doin’ a very good job, darling, since you’ve been avoiding me all fuckin’ week.”

Your breath comes out tremulously, and you pray he can’t hear the shake in your voice when you speak. Judging by his darkening gaze, he hears it loud and clear. 

“I just– Didn’t know if you would want me again.” You whisper, feeling foolish and inexperienced and clumsy.

Ghost watches you, his dark eyes flickering over your face, before he finally hums. Then his grip tightens around your hips and he pulls you so that your clothed crotch grinds against him. You gasp, your eyes widening when you feel the thick ridge of his cock in his tac trousers, unmistakably hard as your clothed cunt slides over him.

“Feel that?” He asks, his voice dropping into that deep, hungry register that you’ve been hearing in your dreams all fucking week.

“Yeah.” You choke, fighting the urge to grind on him like a fucking slut. If your hips twitch, just a little, you think you could be excused.

You are already intimately familiar with his cock, considering how eagerly he had fucked you open on it a week ago (several times, too), but the way it fills his trousers makes it seem ridiculously big and you wonder, a little wildly, how the fuck it ever fit in you in the first place. It presses against the seam of his trousers, right between your legs, and then Ghost grinds up into you and you swear your vision sparks out for a moment.

“Oh!” You blurt out in a wavering whisper, clutching at his shoulders. “Oh, god.”

“Still think I don’t want you?” He grunts. His hands are like fucking shovels, and he takes a grip of your ass and squeezes until you squeak.

Your head is swimming. Your trousers are too tight, the crotch of them pressing into your clit, and you feel like you can't get enough air in your lungs. 

“I don’t know.” You say stupidly. 

It’s like your cunt knows that Ghost is near, because you’re fucking drenched. You can feel your underwear stick uncomfortably to you beneath your clothes, slick and wet as you feel the shape of Ghost’s cock press into you.

He sighs beneath you, his big palm stroking over your ass affectionately. 

“You think too much, doll.” He mutters, his finder squeezing into the plush flesh of your ass like it’s a stress toy. “Way too fuckin’ much.”

He’s probably right. God, you want to stop thinking. Want to return to that stupid, dazed, fucked-out state of mind he had sent you to when he had stuffed you full.

Hesitantly, you grind yourself down onto the thick bulge beneath you. It feels good, that familiar pleasant little spark jolting up your spine as you hump yourself against him.

“Yeah,” Ghost grunts, his voice thick with unmistakable want. “That’s it. You’ve been wanting this, havent’cha?”

“Yeah.” You admit, so quietly that it’s almost inaudible. “Yeah, I want it.”

But Ghost hears. Of course he does. He lets out a low sound that has your thighs squishing closed around his hips, overwhelmed and running far too hot. 

He has you on your back so quickly that your head spins, and you end up staring at the ceiling for a moment in bewilderment, trying to figure out how you’d gotten there. Ghost is already leaning over you, his dark eyes intent on your face as he settles between your thighs.

You think you should probably be embarrassed about the ease with which you spread your legs, eager to feel his bulky body between your thighs. But you’re already running hot, your chest tightening with want, and you find yourself mercifully relieved that he’s here. The miscommunication between the two of you is going to be solved, Ghost wants you, and you’re about to get what you’ve been craving all week.

He pulls your own pants off effortlessly, leaving you in the underwear that you’ve fucking ruined. You try to shut your legs, face burning hot with embarrassment as you try to hide the sight, but Ghost doesn’t have any intention of letting you hide yourself.

He pushes your legs back open, then presses his masked face to the inside of your thigh. You’re not sure what he’s doing; you remember, with a little thrill, the feeling of his red hot mouth against your pussy, but you don’t think that’s what’s happening here because he’s still got his stupid fucking balaclava on.

“Did she miss me?” He asks, his words muffled by both the mask and the pudge of your thigh.

“What?” You ask breathlessly, thinking for a moment that Ghost is talking about you in the third person.

But then he nuzzles his masked face against the sodden seat of your knickers, and you realise that he’s talking about your fucking pussy.

“Oh my god, you weirdo–” You choke out, but you don’t get any further than that before Ghost is tugging impatiently at your underwear, trying to reveal your cunt. 

He hushes you, almost absent-mindedly, and you hear him take a breath when he finally manages to get your knickers off. He tosses them aside, his dark eyes focused intently on your bare cunt now that it’s been revealed. It’s embarrassing, but you can’t bring yourself to try and hide again. He’s touching you so reverently and looking at you so hungrily that you’re not brave enough to try to deprive him of the sight.

“My fussy girl,” He mutters, low enough that you almost don’t hear him. “Have you been touching yourself? Using your toys this week?”

You shiver, a little embarrassed. You have been using your stupid toys, but they haven’t been working. No matter what you do, you can’t replicate the feelings that Ghost had managed to elicit in you with such ease, and you have a sinking feeling that he knows that.

But the mention of your toys reminds you of something else, too. A recurring thought that’s been practically haunting you, that’s had you imagining Ghost up above you and around you as you’d sucked experimentally on your dildo, sliding it into your mouth just to see how much of it you could take.

“Wait–” You say, and though your voice wavers, Ghost sits back immediately, eyes on your face. It’s like he’s just waiting for your word, an order, a direction. Something in your belly warms, and you take a breath.

“I want to try something.” You tell him before you can lose your nerve. “Sit back down.”

He sits at the edge of your bed, his bulky frame moving far more gracefully than you’d expect for his size if you hadn’t already seen him in action. He’s almost patient, until you catch the way the fingers of his right hand drum against his thigh as he waits for you to do something.

Since you’re already stripped from the waist down, you see no point in remaining clothed on top too. When you pull your top and bra off, Ghost makes a low appreciative rumble deep in his chest that you swear you can feel run down your spine. 

“Promising start.” He says, and you want to smack him.

You shoot him a little scowl, before deciding to just ignore him. You’ve fancied him for an embarrassingly long time, probably since the very first time you had laid eyes on him upon joining the task force, and now he’s sitting on your bed, willing and hard and admitting that he wants you. It takes your breath away a little, especially the way that he doesn’t seem put off by your inexperience at all.

Slowly, you sink to your knees in front of him and watch his eyes widen beneath the balaclava. It’s somewhat gratifying to see his surprise; like you’ve finally got one over on your big bad lieutenant. 

“Very promising start.” He says, and this time he sounds a little husky. “D’you know what you’re doing, sweetheart?”

The answer is, very obviously, no. You have no idea what you’re doing, you’re learning as you go along. But Ghost hasn’t judged you yet for your clumsy fumbling exploration, so you can only hope that he’s willing to put up with this too.

“Sort of.” You say evasively. “I’ve seen it in porn, and I’ve… I’ve been practicing.”

Ghost’s groan sounds like it’s been punched out of him, and it’s rough enough to have you glancing up in surprise from where you’re trying to get his stupid trousers unbuttoned. Your hands are unsteady and unsure, and it’s slow-going.

“Yeah?” He asks, sounding a little out of breath himself. “Which one?” “What?” You’re a little distracted, not paying full attention to his question as you tug at his trousers. You’ve finally got them unbuttoned, and you pull impatiently in an effort to get them off. Ghost lifts his hips to help, though your eager impatience seems to amuse him.

“Which one of your toys’ve you been practicing on?” He asks, the barest undertone of a groan in his voice. “The pretty little pink one?”

You feel embarrassed heat prickle in your face because yes, it had in fact been that one you had been practising with. You’re not quite sure what to make of the fact that you’re apparently so predictable that Ghost can guess which dildo you’ve been sucking at, imagining it was him.

“Maybe.” You mutter evasively.

Ghost lets out a low chuckle right as you manage to wrangle his cock out of his briefs, and then you have to pause for a moment because oh. You had known, of course, that he was big. You had felt him for days after that first time, like a fucking internal bruise that ached at you every time you moved. He was bigger than any toy that you owned, you know that, you’ve felt it, and yet now that it’s in front of your face it seems so much bigger than you remember.

You’ve watched porn with so-called ‘monster cocks’ and it isn’t like that. It’s just… bigger. Than average, that is. At least, as far as you can tell, because it’s not like you have enough experience with dicks in real life to have any idea of what average really is.

Ghost must recognise the momentary flash of panic that crosses your face, because he reaches out and strokes a gloved thumb over your cheek. The fabric is rough against your skin, but you relax at the feeling anyway.

“You don’t have to.” He says quietly.

“I want to.” You insist, swallowing that swell of nerves. 

Now that his cock is bobbing in front of your face, you have to fight the sinking feeling that you’re in over your head. But you’re not willing to back down; not when you’ve been thinking about this all damn week, and especially not when you’ve got the man that stars in all of your fantasies sitting on your bed with his legs spread.

You shuffle forward a little, and try not to feel intimidated at the fact that Ghost’s thick thighs twitch when you reach to take hold of his cock. He’s so big that it feels like he’s dwarfing you beneath him, his bulky form enveloping you in shadow when he leans forward to make sure he has a good view of what you’re doing.

You stroke experimentally over his cock, your fist a little clumsy. Despite your frenzied and very pleasurable tumble with him before, you had never actually gotten the chance to touch him in return. You had been too overwhelmed by the sheer onslaught of sensation he had delivered upon you to even think about returning any favours, and the fact that you’re getting the opportunity now to reciprocate and explore fills your tummy with butterflies.

“Grip it harder, love.” He grunts, shifting his hips so that he can fuck his cock into your fist. “It ain’t gonna break.”

“Shh,” You admonish him, glancing up with a frown. “Let me do it myself.”

Ghost snorts quietly, probably finding your determination silly, but he still his hips and lets you go at your own pace. His dick is big, and you stare at it with some level of wonder as you stroke your fist over him. You can’t help but compare the feel of him to your dildos, only because they’re your only real point of reference; his skin is velvety soft and hot to the touch, yielding despite how hard he is, and you admire the slide of his foreskin pulling down over the crown. 

It’s not the size that really catches your attention though. No, what you really notice is how fucking perfect it is. Pretty and pink, flushed more red towards the tip, the head shiny with just a hint of smeared pre-come. It curves, slightly, to the left, and it feels nice in your hand. You feel a little light headed as your eyes dart over the pale blond downy hair that covers his thighs and the base of his cock. 

You gather your courage, then lean in and lick tentatively at the rosy pink crown of his cock. You had been a little worried about the taste, having no idea what to expect, but you needn’t have been. He‘s a little salty, but nothing inoffensive; he just tastes like skin, and you relax a little in relief.

He groans, his head tilting back to stare at the ceiling. You pause, hoping for some sort of direction, and as the moment stretches out he looks back to you and tilts his head.

“Thought you wanted to do it yourself?”

Bastard, you grumble in your head, before steeling yourself. You know that your grip on him is clumsy, that your stroking is unpracticed, and you can only pray that he doesn’t mind.

You take his cock into your mouth, jaw hinged wide as you try to avoid using your teeth, and attempt to suck with no finesse. You go too fast, try to take too much too quickly, because all of a sudden the head is tickling the back of your throat and you’re coughing, choking, and sputtering. 

You pull back, blinking rapidly as your eyes sting with tears and drool drips unattractively down your chin. You go to wipe your face, but Ghost catches your wrist before you can.

“Slow down,” He murmurs, pulling your hands away from your face so he can look at you. “You in a rush?”

“No.” You grumble, and your voice comes out a little hoarse from the choking. “I just… I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Even though you’re quite certain that Ghost already knows that, it’s a little humiliating to admit.

Ghost just hums, his eyes tracking over your petulant expression and the stringy spit that’s trickling down your chin, falling in thick globs above your tits.

“Don’t matter, love.” He rumbles, reaching out to thumb at your chin. You think for a moment that he’s wiping you clean, but then he just ends up smearing your spit all around your mouth. “Play with it as much as you want to. Don’t think too much.”

You swallow, the sound a little too loud in the quiet of your room, before nodding. This is what you wanted – the chance to touch him, to explore his mouth with your hands and mouth just like he had done with you before.

You readjust your grip on his cock; it looks so stupidly big in your hand. You can tell that he notices too, because he lets out a gruff sort of groan before he reaches out, one hand winding around the back of your neck to cup at the base of your skull.

“Yeah, that’s it.” He breathes, his eyes locked onto you.

His eyes are dark, almost completely blacked out by the thickness of his pupil, and he stares down at you with an air of such anticipation that you couldn't dream of keeping him waiting. Gripping him in your hand, you give an exploratory sort of stroke — the skin is velvety soft and smooth, and he lets out a short groan of appreciation when your fingers caress the head of his cock.

You start moving your hand again, adjusting your grip and stroking him off. You wish you were better at it, or at least more confident, but Ghost doesn’t seem to have any complaints. He just grunts quietly, flexing his hips once before apparently remembering what you had said and going still.

It takes a moment before you work up the confidence to bring it anywhere near your mouth again, but finally you lean forward and press a gentle little kiss to the head of his cock. You’re rewarded with a quiet puff of laughter, and his thumb strokes a soothing circle into the back of your neck.

Encouraged, you dip your head and lick the tip of him properly. He tastes salty on your tongue as you take him carefully into your mouth. This time you just suckle at the head, not wanting to push yourself too fast. His taste isn’t nearly as strong as you had been expecting; you hardly notice, really, enjoying the weight of his cock on your tongue and the feeling of being encircled by his big thighs.

It sounds stupid and maybe a little paradoxical, but you feel safe like this; Ghost towers over you even sitting down, and when you’re on your knees for him like this with his thick thighs bracketing you and his clean musky smell in your nose, you swear you never want to leave this moment.

You let out the most pathetic little whisper ever when you suckle at his cock, your tongue licking insistently at the underside of his glans. Ghost is always fairly stoic beneath that mask (other than his occasional bursts of humour and arrogance), so managing to pull out the soft but heavy breaths from his mouth when you suck at him makes pride swell in your chest, warm and syrupy sweet. It also makes something else twist in your belly, tight and hot enough to have your thighs squeezing tight together.

You used to have so many stupid, virginal plans for what you’d do the day you got your hands on some real, non-plastic cock, but everything you’ve ever heard about dicks and oral sex immediately flies right out of your head. You have no technique, and all you do is suck, gracelessly, trying to get as much of Ghost in your mouth as you can. You’re making loud, embarrassing slurping noises, and you’re certain that you’re drooling.

Judging by the grunts above you, Ghost has got no complaints about your technique (or lack thereof). One of his big hands reaches down to cup your face, fingers probing, testing at your jawline as it works.

“Fuck,” He snarls, tilting your chin up so he can see the way your lips are wrapped around the tip of his massive cock, “Knew you’d be good at this. Look at you, messy little thing. Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

That makes you shiver, an electric jolt that shoots right to your clit. You’re not sure what feels better; whether it’s his fat cock in your mouth or the hot wanting intensity in his eyes or the low filthy praises he’s growling.

God, you want to be good at this. You’re definitely no natural, but you fight so hard to push past your uncertainty to make this feel good for Ghost. 

You’re pretty sure he’s lying about you looking gorgeous, though. You’ve never felt less sexy than you do in this moment. Your eyes are streaming over-stimulated tears, your brow is scrunched in concentration, you’re gripping onto Ghost’s thick thighs for both balance and emotional support, and it’s taking everything you have not to choke on him again.

Who the fuck gave him the right to have a cock like this? Complaining about it feels borderline blasphemous, especially when you have first hand experience of just how good he is at using it. You’re making a mess of yourself, slobbering all over him in a way that’s definitely a little gross, but you’re surprised by just how much you’re enjoying this. 

You get a little too eager, because you take him a little too far down your throat and gag. You pull off quickly, choking lightly and still gasping for breath. Maybe your brain is a little oxygen-deprived, because you feel stupidly hazy. 

You take a moment to recover, nuzzling dazedly into the curls of his pubic hair. Blond, of course. God, that shouldn’t be cute but it is.

The thick length of his dick might be intimidating (as proven by the ache in your throat right now), but the velvety balls nestled below seem almost paradoxically vulnerable. You’re fascinated by the sight of them; you might have been amateurishly familiar with cocks from your dildos alone, but his balls are entirely new to you.

You spend some time lavishing them with tiny licks and kisses. Ghost hums in surprised pleasure, the sound swelling to a rumbling purr when you start caressing his thighs and hips with a tender, shy touch. 

Encouraged by his reaction, you return to his cock. It’s jutting proudly up, flushed a lovely pink colour, as though it’s just waiting for your attention once more. It’s already covered in a lather of foamy spit from your attention before, and when you sink your mouth down on him once again you do so with a bit more confidence.

“Like a pro, baby.” Ghost grunts appreciatively. A calloused thumb rolls over your cheek, under the fan of your lashes, and wipes away the moisture that’s gathered there. 

You most certainly are not sucking his cock like a pro, but you appreciate the encouragement all the same. It’s nice to know that you’re not doing a horrific job, at least.

You spare a glance up, half-expecting Ghost’s eyes to be closed. Instead his gaze is avid, sharp, practically electric through that thin window of his balaclava. He’s watching you closely, taking in every detail like it all might be snatched away from him. It’s too intense, and you look back down, focusing on his dick again.

An outraged, possessive noise escapes you when Ghost forcibly tugs your head back, pulling his cock out of your mouth. It twitches a little once it’s been removed from the wet heat of your mouth, all shiny wet and pink, and you lick your lips. God, you want to get back on that, and you don’t understand why he’s taken it away from you.

Ghost lets out a low, breathy chuckle, reaching out to thumb at your spit-slick lower lip before reaching for your elbows and bodily hauling you back up onto the bed.

You practically bounce, falling back on the mattress and squirming to try and get your bearings again.

“No,” You say, and to your bewilderment it comes out on a sob. “I wanted you to come on my face–”

You can tell that Ghost’s expression does something strange beneath his mask because his eye twitches and he takes a deep breath. But he doesn’t put his cock back in your mouth. Instead he reaches back and pulls his shirt off, and you take a broken little inhale because last time he had fucked you, he’d hardly gotten undressed at all. But now you’re being blessed with the sight of scarred pale skin pulled taut over the thick swell of muscles that turn to a softer belly, that pale trail of curls starting just below his belly button. 

“Next time.” He says, and it comes out on the ghost of a groan. “Fuck, love, next time.”

He’s quick to hook his hands under your thighs and haul them apart. You just about have time to spread your legs before he’s muscling his way between them. He tugs impatiently at his balaclava, tugging it askew to reveal his mouth, then he presses his nose into your humiliatingly slick pussy and starts sucking at your clit like it’s a hard candy.

You shriek, your thighs clamping shut around his ears as you writhe, but he clearly has no intention of stopping. The muffled moans he lets out into your cushiony cunt vibrate in the best way, and he’s so brazen about it that it just about takes your breath away. You don’t even know if he can see anything, considering his mask is completely lopsided and his eyes aren’t lined up with the holes anymore, but he’s working with such enthusiasm that it doesn’t even matter.

And honestly, his enthusiastic pussy-eating combined with the sheer visual stimulation he’s providing is really doing it for you. 

You’re probably going to get a crick in your neck from the way you’re craning your head just to watch him hunch over you, that tongue of his peeking out from beneath the edge of his mask just to lick you. He’s built like a fucking god; thick muscles, soft tummy, and cushiony pecs. It might just be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Oh god, fuck–!” You choke out, your cunt clenching down hard as Ghost slides a finger into you.

Of course, Ghost’s fingers are also thicker than average. A single one of them feels like what would have been two of your own and you gasp a bit at the sudden stretch. You open up easily, your body welcoming him greedily and bearing down hard around his digits. Maybe it’s because you’re used to controlling the depth, speed and angle of penetration completely when you’re playing with your toys, but relying on Ghost for pleasure feels so damn exotic and exciting. Now you can only tilt your hips and go with Ghost’s pattern of movement; a bit harder, a bit deeper than what you would have done on your own.

He pushes another finger inside and it’s snug in your cunt, two fingers squished together nicely by your pulsing walls, hot and wet. It makes a sticky sound when he pushes them knuckle-deep, and then he sucks at your clit again, hard.

You’re honestly taken aback when your stomach tightens up and a wave of white-hot pleasure washes over you. Your back bows off the bed, you cover your mouth with a balled-up fist, your chest heaves. 

It’s exactly as good as you remember it being the first time, maybe even better, and the noises you make are broken and pathetic as you whine and cry.

Ghost licks you through it, big long laves of his tongue punctuated by sweet little suckles on your clit that feel almost fond. All you can do is lay there and take it, your head spinning a little as you catch your breath and try to figure out how the fuck he managed to make you come so damn quickly when you’ve been failing so spectacularly for a week.

You’ve barely finished coming, still shaking with the aftershocks, when he climbs up your body. At some point he’s shucked his trousers off, and the fact that he’s naked sends a little zing of excitement through your tired body. Or at least, as naked as Ghost tends to get. He’s still got the damn mask on.

He’s breathing heavily; his mouth is slightly ajar, mask tucked up around his crooked nose as he settles on his haunches between your thighs. He’s still staring hard at your cunt, his eyes glued to the way your clit is still twitching. He’s still so damn quiet, and you have no idea what he’s thinking.

When he reaches out to thumb at your clit again you whine. You’re sensitive, and his thumb is calloused and rough. You wiggle, lift up your leg and press your foot to his broad chest to stop him. You may as well be pushing against a brick wall for all the good it did.

Ghost just exhales a quiet laugh, capturing your ankle in his massive fist. He turns his head and kisses your ankle; the gesture is unexpectedly tender, and makes something in your chest tremble dangerously.

He uses his hold on your ankle as leverage to raise your leg, spreading your thighs out wide until your hips ache. You feel so exposed, the lips of your cunt parted ever so slightly, and he’s quick to press his cock against your still-twitching clit.

“Oh, look at her,” He breathes, low enough that you have to strain to hear. “Shite, she missed me, didn’t she?”

His hand is steady as he strokes his cock, dragging it through your sticky folds. The pretty pink head catches on your clit each time, and you let out a quiet whimper. Ghost doesn’t even notice; his eyes are zeroed in on your spread pussy, watching how you flutter around nothing.

“Fuck, she’s been waitin’ for me all week,” He coos, his cock notching at the entrance of your cunt and pressing in just enough for you to feel the stretch as his thumb rolls against your clit. “I know, baby, been waitin’ for you too.”

Jesus, you feel like you’re gonna die. You’re taking all these big deep shivering breaths, still trembling a little from your orgasm and eager for him to just fuck you already, but his filthy talk in your ear is sending you spiralling. You’re so wet it feels like you’ve sprung a leak; you can feel moisture running down your ass and under your thighs, and you burn with both mortification and desire.

Ghost presses his cock in a little further, and your back arches as you groan. Despite the orgasm and the fingering and the fact that you are so fucking aroused right now, the stretch is intense.

“Yeah, she’s beggin’ for me.” Ghost is still talking – at this point you think his words are meant just for himself, because they’re low and a little slurred, his eyes glassy as he stares at the way his cock spears through the slick folds of you. “Listen; it’s like she’s talking to me.”

For a second, you have no goddamn idea what he’s talking about. But then, in the silence, you hear the squelch of your drippy cunt as he squishes his cock against it in shallow little thrusts, barely even pressing the tip inside.

“Oh god,” You whine, high and needy. “Just– stop teasing.”

The bastard laughs, all low and gritty and a little breathless.

“It’s not teasing, lovie.” He says, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your jawline. “You’ve been avoiding me for a week straight. I’m just reacquainting myself.”

Then he presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth in a move so sweet that it honestly takes you aback. Every complaint in your head flies out the window, and you turn eagerly in an attempt to deepen the kiss. His mouth is so hot, his lips plush and hungry and a little salty. It occurs to you that you’re tasting yourself in his mouth, and your body draws up tight and tense in response. 

“Simon,” You breathe, intending to tell him to get a move on and just fuck you already, but you don’t even get as far as finishing the order.

He groans as though the sound of his given name is a signal, and before you know it you’ve got a huge wall of muscle hunched over you and around you as Ghost holds himself up by his elbows on either side of your head. You feel his cock prodding at the entrance of your cunt and your legs fall even further open, until your hip joints ache.

When he starts to push in, the stretch burns in a way that makes your mouth fall open as you choke on the air in your lungs. You’re wet and pliable and eager, your pussy sucking hungrily at Ghost’s dick in an effort to take him deep quickly, but you had almost forgotten what this felt like. You can’t stop the way your cunt tightens eagerly as he rocks in an inch.

He laughs lowly in your ear, has to swallow back a groan when you clench tight around him, “C’mon, stop pushing me out, darling.”

“Wait,” You gasp, reaching down to place your hand over his belly. “Wait, oh my god, you’re too big–”

His stomach muscles are tensed with the effort he's putting in to keep from rocking into you all in one go, and you spare a moment to admire his patience and his sheer resolve to make things good for you. But even though he’s obediently paused to let you catch your breath, he chuckles quietly at your reaction.

“It’s only the tip, baby.” He murmurs, cooing softly to you like you’re something easily spooked. “You’ve taken it before. This pretty little cunt of yours is so hungry, gotta let her have it.”

You nod, hesitantly. He’s right; he may be big, but you’d taken him before. Only last week. And you had been a virgin then. Well, technically. Not physically, maybe, since you’d long stretched out your hymen on your dildos, but mentally. Though at least last week you had stretched yourself out on your vibrator, and then Ghost had spent so long opening you up with his mouth and fingers.

Ghost rocks forward another inch, and the stretch makes you squeal like a fucking stuck pig. It’s mortifying. How the hell did he ever manage to fit that fat cock inside you?

You slap at his belly hard, writhing away. 

“No, nope, not gonna fit.” You wheeze.

Ghost pulls back, and you can read the disappointed slant of his mouth and he reaches down to grip the base of his cock. Now that you get another look at it, you take a deep breath. It’s still well-lubed with your spit and the pink cockhead is shiny with your slick. 

It’s big, but you know you can take it. You just… you need better leverage.

Your jaw clenches in determination. “I need to be on top.”

There’s a moment of silence as those words settle between you, as though Ghost’s brain is buffering. Then his lips start curving up into that semi-familiar smug smile, and he rolls the two of you over so that he’s laying on his back in your bed with you perched clumsily atop his thighs.

His cock juts up proudly, practically bobbing as it leaks prespend down his length. He settles back, folding his arms behind his head as he watches you – the position makes his biceps bulge in a way that is very appealing and also most likely unintentional.

“Go on.” He encourages, as hungry and wanting as you’ve ever heard him. “All yours, gorgeous.”

All yours, your brain repeats, the words echoing around your skull until you’re certain that your head is empty but for that. You want him so much it makes you feel dizzy.

You shuffle forward until your pussy is hovering over the blood-flushed head of his cock. The cute pink blush has started to darken into a red that looks painful, and you take a little breath at the idea of helping him out with his little problem.

You lower yourself down so that the tip of Ghost’s cock is lined up with your entrance and begins pressing in, stretching you wide and slipping in inch by inch. You gasp desperately as you’re speared open inexorably slowly, tears pricking your eyes as your mouth drops open.

Though you’re the one controlling the pace, it still seems overwhelming, all-encompassing. You can feel your cunt stretching wide and taut around the width of him, fluttering as Ghost groans in dazed appreciation.

You glance up at him, to see that his eyes are a little unfocused, missing the intensity that they’ve had all night. His gaze is flickering from the way your cunt is sliding down on his cock to your breasts to your face, so fast as if he’s trying to take it all in before it disappears.

His oversized hands come to rest on your hips, and you half expect him to pull you down impatiently on his cock. But he doesn’t, they just rest there as though he needs to ground himself. His stomach is tensed so tight you know that his abs will be sore in the morning, and to your delight you can see a lovely pink flush climbing across his lightly-haired chest.

You keep your eyes on his half-masked face as you slowly rock your way down onto the length of him, your breath occasionally hitching. Though he doesn’t rush you, you can feel the way his fingers twitch on your hips and the way his jaw grinds, and all those little tells only increase your excitement.

You’re so full you feel like you’re about to break in half, and Ghost’s gaze on you feels like a physical weight, but you don’t stop. You wiggle clumsily, trying to take him deeper and unintentionally pulling gruff groans out of him every time your body tightens.

Then, finally, you take him to the hilt. He groans, his eyes half-lidded as he watches the way your body sits perched on his lap, little tremors rocking through you as you adjust to his size inside. 

“That’s my girl.” Ghost says, and the praise comes out on the edge of a growl. “Fuck, it’s like you were made for me.”

Tingling heat is growing alarmingly quickly in your lower belly and at the apex of your thighs, and you tremble over him as you use your grip on his shoulders for leverage. The soft sounds of pleasure that are pulled out of his throat every time you roll yourself against him send sparks through your entire nervous system – you’ve never heard Ghost sound so soft and wanting.

One of his hands reaches between you, one big thumb settling right over your swollen clit. You squeal, but your noises are half-moans as you try to rock your hips against his hand even as you try to ease the feeling of his girth inside you.

“Would you have gone back to his quarters?” He asks, and the seemingly non-sequitur is too much for your dazed, cock-stupid mind to keep with.

“Huh?” You breathe, tentatively rocking your hips and moaning softly as his cock hits just right inside.

“The guy at the bar.” Ghost clarifies, his voice deep and a little irritated. “The one who was all over you. Would you have gone back with him?”

Oh, you think a little wryly. You should have known that he’d be a big possessive bastard.

“I don’t know.” You say, but you’re barely paying attention. You’ve started to rock for real now, and it feels good. Your rhythm is barely more than a slow grind – you think, distantly, that you should be lifting yourself up and down and fucking yourself properly, but grinding so that he hits deep and your clit rubs up against his pubic bone just feels so fucking intense.

“Waste of your time.” He grunts, his grip tight on your hips as he watches you hump lazily. “Jesus, look at the way you’re sucking me in. Cunt’s so fussy, she was just waiting for me.”

The worst part is, you think he might be right. You had been touching yourself every night this week, trying and failing to recreate the high he had brought you to. The touch just wasn’t the same, and no matter how close you got you just couldn’t fall over that damn ledge.

“Yeah,” You whine, hardly even aware of what you’re agreeing to. The sweet ache of the stretch has almost disappeared now, and you hump back onto his cock with abandon. Your chest is heaving as you pant, and you can feel your own body trying to suck him in further but there’s nowhere else to go because he’s filling you up so completely. 

You tip forward, grabbing clumsily at his shoulders for balance as your face smushes against the cushiony softness of his pecs. God, he’s so strong, it’s like your body weight is nothing to him – he just accepts your whole body leaning into him, humming in satisfaction.

Tentatively, you lift yourself up a few inches so you can ease back down. You repeat the movement a few more times, and then you’ve established a steady pace of fucking yourself on his cock. 

“Simon,” You gasp, and it comes out in a whimper that’s far more pathetic than you had intended. “Am I– am I doing good?”

He’s gritting his teeth – you can see the tense line of his jaw as he tilts his head back, watching your face as you bounce stumblingly on his cock.

“Like I said, lovie, you’re a natural.” He says, exhaling harshly through his nose. “Gimme a kiss.”

When you lean forward to kiss him, the angle shifts and all of a sudden he's hitting the spot that makes your knees go weak. Your thighs are already burning from the exertion of riding him, but you whine desperately.

“There.” You moan into Ghost’s mouth, the two of you sharing air as you pant against each other’s lips. “Oh god, please–”

The muscles in his thighs ripple as he lifts his hips to meet yours as you bounce down, and then all of a sudden he’s fucking into you from below. The strength in his hips almost bodily lifts you every time he fucks up, though you almost thwart his every thrust as you try to grind on him again, trying to get his cock to hit just right again.

Fuck, your legs are tired and your knees are aching, but you can feel that glorious build up in your tummy again. Ghost has taken over most of the heavy lifting now too; instead of relying on you to bounce up and down, he’s drilling into that one spot inside you that sends liquid heat shooting up your spine.

Your mouth is hanging open and you’re pretty sure that you’re drooling all over his lovely, soft chest, but it just feels so good. You don’t understand how he does this, how he makes it feel so good for you. You think, a little wildly, that maybe your cunt was made for him.

“Fuckin’ Christ, you’re so tight,” Ghost grunts, and his chest rumbles beneath your smushed cheek. “Gonna come again for me, sweetheart? Go on, cream on me.”

You didn’t actually think you were that close to another orgasm, despite how good it feels, but maybe Ghost knows you and your pussy better than you know yourself because you feel yourself go tight and gushy, nonsensical gasping and babbling spilling from your lips. The soft squelching noises your pussy makes as his cock fucks up into you is obscene, enough to make your nipples go tight and tingly.

Then his thumb rolls hard against the swollen bud of your clit and you’re gone. You think you might actually scream, but it’s muffled against the now drool-covered expanse of his thick, bulging pecs. 

You let out a choked out wail as your orgasm rips through you like an electric shock, leaving you trembling madly in its wake. You swear you come apart completely, unravelling at the edges as you writhe in his lap, grinding wildly even as he continues to fuck you through it. 

You don’t get even a moment of reprieve, because Ghost keeps going through the waves of your orgasm. He pulls you up to kiss you, sloppy and dirty, and then starts thrusting for all he’s worth. You’re put in mind of bull-riding, and your thighs clench hard as you try to stay seated as he bucks against you.

It's the most unravelled you’ve ever seen him. Ghost is always cool and in control, always meeting everything with smug, arrogant confidence. To see him glowing with sweat, his mouth lolled open under his rumpled balaclava as he snarls and grunts and fucks into you like an animal feels like a drug so heady you know you’re already addicted.

This is not the lazy rhythm of before; he’s uncoordinated and frantic, kissing you hard and messy as he shoves his cock up into you so hard that you’re sure it’s going to leave a permanent impression inside you. Maybe that’s what he’s aiming for. You take it easily, split open and pliant and soft and wet.

You’re oversensitive and shivery, breathing hard and whimpering on every other thrust, but you don’t complain. It only takes a handful of thrusts before Ghost finishes with a bitten off snarl, his jaw clenching and head tipping back as he pulls you off him just in time for his cock to spurt several thick ropes of creamy cum between you. Most of it lands on your belly, dripping down onto your pussy like icing on a cake, but some of it spurts onto Ghost’s own soft belly too.

It makes a mess, but you don’t care. You feel so dreamy-floaty happy right now, your limbs floppy and rubbery as you slump down onto his chest. He catches you easily, and lays you down gently onto the bed. 

You grumble when he moves, but you remember this part from last time. You don’t bother opening your eyes; you know he’ll come back.

Sure enough, he returns within moments, and you feel a warm, wet cloth wiping at your belly and inner thighs. You part your legs, pleased with the feeling of being looked after. When you blink your eyes open again, you see that he’s pulled the mask back down to cover his lovely, talented mouth. You try not to be too disappointed over that. His eyeblack is smeared too; it gives the impression of total debauchery. 

“You alright, love?” He asks, and you realise that you’ve just been staring blankly at him.

“Yeah.” You mumble, stretching your body out like a cat. Now that you’ve been given a moment, you can feel all those little aches flare to life between your legs, around your hips, and up the base of your spine. You wince, but don’t complain.

To your delight, Ghost climbs back into bed with you. He’s a little too big for the standard issue frame, but you’re more than happy to roll on top of him and cuddle close to conserve space. He seems similarly happy to have you all laid out on his chest, because he presses his masked face to the top of your head and inhales slowly.

“Are you staying, this time?” You ask quietly. You think you know the answer after your conversation earlier, but you can’t quite help the little pulse of insecurity.

“As long as you’ll have me.” He says, low in the quiet of the room. His tone is thick with significance, like he’s talking about more than just staying the night, and his fingers are sure and steady as he traces absent-minded little patterns down the length of your spine.

You swallow, heart racing, and rest your cheek against his chest. The steady thump, thump, thump of his own heart soothes you, and you bite your lip. He’s so solid, reliable. You’d trust him with your life, with anything. 

You glance down, your eyes curiously seeking out his now softening cock. It’s laying in a bed of his blond curls at his crotch, and it looks so unthreatening when it’s flaccid. You admire the shape of it absently, feeling a little thrill of excitement at the sight of it. You can’t lie to yourself and say you don’t feel a little possessive, either.

“Are we dating now?” You ask quietly. You’re not able to look him in the eye when you ask it, so you keep your face turned down. You don’t think you could handle seeing his expression if his answer is no.

There’s a pause. His hand halts the sweet patterns he’d been drawing on your back.

“Was that a question for me, or my cock?” He asks. He seems to be aiming for his usual sort of dry humour, but his tone comes out a little guarded, as though he’s actually not sure.

You raise your head, stifling your insecurity, and make eye contact with him. Those pretty brown eyes, so warm when they’re looking at you like this.

“You,” You say.

There’s another pause, and then his hand starts tracing its way over your bare back again.

“Yeah,” Ghost says, and the corners of eyes crinkle. “Stuck with me now, lovie.”

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How to Maintain Your Bike with High-Quality Harley Davidson X440 Parts

Maintaining a Harley Davidson X440 isn’t just about keeping it on the road—it’s about preserving the unmatched performance, style, and legacy that Harley-Davidson bikes are known for. By using high-quality parts, regular upkeep, and a little know-how, you can ensure your bike remains in top condition for years to come. Here’s a comprehensive guide to help you maintain your Harley Davidson X440 with premium parts and accessories.

1. Regular Inspection Is Key

To keep your Harley Davidson X440 running smoothly, perform regular visual and functional inspections. Start with the basics:

Check Tire Pressure and Condition: Ensure your tires are inflated to the recommended PSI, and inspect for wear and tear, cracks, or bulges. High-quality replacement tires designed for Harley Davidson bikes can significantly enhance performance and safety.

Examine the Drive Belt: Inspect the drive belt for cracks, fraying, or tension issues. Harley Davidson-specific belts are built for durability, ensuring smooth power transmission.

Routine checks allow you to catch minor issues before they escalate into costly repairs.

2. Invest in High-Quality Genuine Parts

The Harley Davidson X440 thrives on the use of authentic and high-quality parts. Genuine Harley parts are engineered specifically for your bike model, ensuring seamless compatibility and enhanced performance. Key areas to focus on include:

Engine Parts: Genuine engine components improve efficiency and longevity. Regular replacement of the air filter and oil filter ensures clean airflow and efficient oil circulation.

Braking System: Upgrade your brake pads, discs, and fluids with Harley Davidson-certified parts for superior stopping power and safety.

Exhaust Systems: Consider upgrading to a Harley Davidson-approved exhaust system for better performance and that iconic Harley rumble.

3. Keep the Engine in Prime Condition

The engine is the heart of your Harley Davidson X440, and keeping it in excellent shape should be a top priority. Regular oil changes are critical to maintaining performance and extending engine life.

Oil Changes: Use high-quality Harley Davidson motor oil that matches the specific requirements of the X440. Change the oil at recommended intervals to prevent wear and overheating.

Coolant Levels: Check and maintain the coolant levels to avoid overheating, especially during long rides. Ensure you’re using coolant recommended by Harley Davidson for optimal results.

4. Focus on Suspension and Comfort

A smooth and comfortable ride is part of the Harley experience. Pay attention to the suspension system and other components that contribute to your comfort on the road.

Suspension Upgrades: Regularly inspect the suspension system for leaks or damage. Consider high-performance Harley suspension upgrades for enhanced handling and ride quality.

Seats and Backrests: Upgrading to ergonomic seats and adjustable backrests not only adds to your comfort but also ensures proper posture during long rides.

5. Enhance Safety with Quality Lighting and Accessories

Safety is paramount when riding, especially at night or in low-visibility conditions. High-quality lighting and reflective accessories can significantly improve safety.

LED Headlights and Taillights: Replace stock bulbs with Harley Davidson-approved LED lighting systems for better visibility and energy efficiency.

Turn Signals and Indicators: Ensure all signals are functioning properly. Consider upgrading to brighter, longer-lasting bulbs for added safety.

6. Maintain the Battery and Electrical System

A healthy battery is vital for your Harley Davidson X440’s performance. Regularly check the electrical system to avoid unexpected issues.

Battery Maintenance: Clean the battery terminals and ensure the connections are secure. Use a Harley Davidson trickle charger during long storage periods to keep the battery charged.

Wiring and Fuses: Inspect the wiring for fraying or corrosion and replace damaged fuses with genuine Harley Davidson parts.

7. Upgrade Riding Gear for Better Experience

While maintaining the bike is crucial, having the right gear enhances your overall riding experience.

Riding Jackets and Helmets: Invest in premium Harley Davidson riding jackets and helmets for maximum safety and style.

Luggage and Storage Solutions: Add bike bags for travel, such as saddlebags or tank bags, for convenient storage without compromising the X440’s aesthetic.

8. Follow a Regular Cleaning and Storage Routine

Keeping your Harley Davidson X440 clean not only improves its appearance but also prevents long-term damage.

Wash Regularly: Use mild, bike-specific cleaning products to remove dirt and debris. Focus on hard-to-reach areas like the chain and engine fins.

Protect Against Corrosion: Apply anti-corrosion sprays to protect exposed metal parts, especially if you ride in humid or coastal areas.

Proper Storage: Store your bike in a cool, dry place and use a Harley Davidson bike cover to protect it from dust and moisture.

9. Keep Your Riding Style in Check

Your riding style can directly impact the wear and tear on your Harley Davidson X440. Smooth acceleration, proper braking, and adherence to speed limits not only ensure safety but also prolong the life of your bike’s components.

10. Seek Professional Maintenance When Necessary

While DIY maintenance is cost-effective and rewarding, some tasks require the expertise of certified professionals. Regular servicing at a Harley Davidson dealership ensures that your X440 is inspected and maintained by experts familiar with its unique requirements.

Final Thoughts

Maintaining your Harley Davidson X440 with high-quality parts is essential for preserving its performance, aesthetics, and value. Whether it’s regular inspections, investing in genuine parts, or focusing on routine cleaning, each step contributes to a smoother, safer, and more enjoyable riding experience. Remember, your Harley isn’t just a bike—it’s a lifestyle. Treat it with care, and it’ll reward you with countless memorable rides.

With this guide, you can confidently keep your Harley Davidson X440 in peak condition and continue to enjoy the legendary ride it offers.

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Tips to Maintain Your Harley Davidson X440 Mileage

Maintaining optimal Harley Davidson X440 mileage requires attention to several key areas. Regular servicing is crucial—keep the engine well-tuned and ensure oil changes are timely to prevent internal friction. Check tire pressure routinely; underinflated tires create resistance, impacting fuel efficiency. Riding habits also matter—accelerate smoothly and avoid abrupt braking to maintain steady fuel consumption. 

Use high-quality fuel to prevent engine deposits that could reduce performance. Additionally, keep the air filter clean; a clogged filter restricts airflow, decreasing mileage. Periodic checks of the chain tension and lubrication will also help minimize energy loss. Finally, minimize excess weight on your bike to reduce strain on the engine. By following these tips, you can ensure your Harley Davidson X440 mileage stays efficient for longer.

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Harley FatBoy: Common Problems and Solutions

The Harley Davidson FatBoy is an iconic motorcycle known for its powerful performance and distinctive style. However, like any vehicle, it can experience issues that riders should be aware of.

In this article, we'll explore some common problems associated with the Harley Fat Boy and provide practical solutions to keep your ride smooth and enjoyable.

1. Electrical Issues

Symptoms

Difficulty starting the bike

Flickering lights

Inconsistent signals from the dashboard

Causes

Electrical problems in the Fat Boy can stem from corroded connections, faulty wiring, or a weak battery.

Solutions

Check the Battery: Ensure your battery is charged and in good condition. Replace it if it shows signs of wear or weakness.

Inspect Connections: Clean and tighten all electrical connections to prevent corrosion. Use dielectric grease to protect connectors.

Diagnose Wiring Issues: If problems persist, consider having a professional check for damaged wiring or faulty components.

2. Fuel System Problems

Symptoms

Rough idling

Poor acceleration

Decreased fuel efficiency

Causes

Fuel system issues can arise from clogged fuel injectors, a dirty air filter, or a failing fuel pump.

Solutions

Clean Fuel Injectors: Use a quality fuel injector cleaner periodically to keep your injectors free of deposits.

Replace Air Filter: Regularly check and replace your air filter to ensure optimal airflow.

Inspect Fuel Pump: If problems continue, have the fuel pump tested for proper function.

3. Transmission Issues

Symptoms

Difficulty shifting gears

Slipping out of gear

Unusual noises during gear changes

Causes

Transmission problems may result from low fluid levels, worn clutch components, or damaged gears.

Solutions

Check Fluid Levels: Regularly check and top off transmission fluid as needed. Low levels can cause shifting problems.

Inspect the Clutch: If the clutch feels spongy or engages poorly, it may need adjustment or replacement.

Seek Professional Help: For serious transmission issues, consult a mechanic to assess and repair the problem.

4. Brake Problems

Symptoms

Spongy or unresponsive brakes

Uneven brake wear

Squeaking or grinding noises

Causes

Brake problems can stem from worn brake pads, low fluid levels, or air in the brake lines.

Solutions

Replace Brake Pads: Check your brake pads regularly and replace them when they show significant wear.

Flush Brake Fluid: Change the brake fluid according to the manufacturer's recommendations to keep the system functioning properly.

Bleed the Brakes: If you suspect air in the lines, bleed the brakes to restore responsiveness.

5. Tire Wear and Maintenance

Symptoms

Uneven wear patterns

Vibration during rides

Loss of traction

Causes

Improper tire pressure, misalignment, or poor suspension can lead to tire wear and affect handling.

Solutions

Check Tire Pressure: Maintain the recommended tire pressure for optimal performance and safety.

Inspect for Alignment Issues: Have your motorcycle's alignment checked if you notice uneven tire wear or handling issues.

Rotate Tires: Regularly rotate your tires to promote even wear and extend their lifespan.

Conclusion

While the Harley Davidson Fat Boy is a reliable and enjoyable motorcycle, being aware of common problems can help you maintain its performance and extend its life. Regular maintenance and timely repairs are crucial to keeping your Fat Boy in top shape.

Always consult your owner’s manual for specific maintenance schedules, and don’t hesitate to seek professional assistance when needed. By addressing these common issues, you can continue to enjoy the thrill of riding your Harley Fat Boy for years to come.

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We have to use it and we're doing it now

Miley Cyrus

Hey sis people they took us design and it's Trump and his idiots and they really they're running all these companies that are not building any cars and we're going to start taking over the car companies and get rid of these clones the other ones who are trouble and it's not Terry cheesman it's the ones that were closed from Trump directly he was close from Sarah in the pajama Jean became Sarah and they didn't do it right and it's true people think it's true and he sounds less humid than him but really they're pretty much the same and it's happening and people are doing this technique and Terry cheeseman will have to you probably doesn't get it but he will and he has kids. You want all the accounts all wrapped up in a nice bow.

We're going to go ahead and start doing this building these cars and Harley-Davidson I've had it this trumpster people suck their kids are terrible but they see it now it's the clones of these over their father and he's an idiot

Thor Freya

You know what they're after me and I needed it but I hate it I can't have him do it but they have to and then I'll be without protection I guess do not really doing a great job and I don't have the AI and they really like that I see it now what I'm doing is stupid

Trump

It's not working and he's trying to spread it out it's true and I kind of idiots and just want his body you keep saying about our son not a f***** is doomed

Thor Freya

I can't wait this is what's happening too it's working and there are massive losses reported in the Eastern hemisphere in excess of 4.5% and that's all of the morlock and off Island they were 27% I want to go now they're 25% as a couple days ago and right now it's about 21% because they did not lose 3% the other day but all aggregated over this March North that's what they lost and here in the east western hemisphere we expect about three more percent I would just checking cuz it's the same number out of the population which would leave us with 18% and it's dropping too on the islands and people are going to have to try and get there or get out right now they have stopped going there they heard that they're stuck no if you're still going there in this evacuation but the numbers are huge even though the percentage numbers don't send it 18% it's a pretty good drop that's after tonight and then they're going to try again it's a large war in the upper Midwest and those are our projections

Olympus

This makes a difference with all of us doing it we're getting it out there and they're still pretty big but the max warlock are taking heavy losses out of the project 7% over the past 2 days the Macklemore lock would be about 5.5% and the minority more likely thus be 1.5% and it's not much but they don't have as many people. Their armies are huge that are heading out and it's turned on by what's happening here they're being pushed out and they are being discriminated against greatly and it's happening a lot and there's not one of them that's getting away with doing much it's a huge day giant numbers of them are falling all over the world they're getting their asses handed to them and it is not a pretty sight and truthfully is not we have a lot more to report and we're going to momentarily we have several things in house to start discussing we need people to clean up their verbage my son and daughter are trying to but people are inspiring it around here and people who are watching are not doing it they don't want to be swearing is illegal and we're going to start applying pressure for that to happen and we must. We need help is in pain he's not healing the ship still above people are still picking on him like madness it's a harsh time for him he's having difficulty he's noticing that he is flatulent and he's still not digesting all that great and that his stomach and stuff is too sensitive and we need Mercy for him and I'm calling for it and I need that to happen and tonight so we appreciate it and it's new water Ariana lobo approximate midnight hour version of course Frank Castle hardcastle Duke nuke and Blockbuster and we have a list it will be issued it takes a lot of power we need help here we need to figure out why it's so harsh and we need to do it right now and if I told switch wife was amazed vital in God's wife were amazed and vital and goddess yes we're amazed they're working it got data we're going to meet now

These numbers are catastrophic but these people don't seem to be shaken much and are continuing they will be down tomorrow morning probably to 17% more lock off Island Total and everyone was lying but now they're taking a beating and they haven't really reached that many they've reached some so they have motivation and tomorrow during the day maybe 3% in the eastern hemisphere and it's going to go like that and they're talking about a car and stuff because they're getting pushed out of here and held out one thing is they're saying to see some maybe be happening and the other hand it might happen and we're going to get to that but a project is going well we do need assistance and I'm putting it out there for our people if you're not signed up to our military you're welcome to sign up for this project and the upcoming projects and we do need your help and your bravery and standing up with your family as head of the family man will be known forever throughout eternity it's a hard thing to do maybe we agree

Thor Freya

Olympus

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-- MYTH BUSTED! Everyone Was Dirty & No One Washed "Back Then" (Ft. Historian Hilary Davidson) --

This is a fascinating dialogue and interview. Yes, it focuses on certain classes - homeless street urchins did not have the opportunity to wash, much less bathe - but Banner and Davidson acknowledge the class element in the room. I figured fragrances would be important for those who could afford them, but had no idea how much of a role was played by the fabrics themselves in keeping people clean. I only wonder if the revival of such non-petroleum based materials as linens is sustainable today, given food and water pressures for arable land. After all, the Aral Sea was sacrificed to cotton.

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Rev Up Your Style With A Harley Trike Custom Creation

Picture yourself cruising with undeniable flair on a one-of-a-kind Harley trike custom creation. From the moment you look at these masterpieces, you'll be captivated by the fusion of innovation and personal expression. Each Harley trike custom is meticulously crafted, tailored to your taste, and built to unleash the thrill-seeker within. Whether you seek raw power, striking aesthetics, or unmatched comfort, our custom-built Harley trikes are the epitome of uniqueness, delivering an exhilarating ride that turns heads at every corner.

5 Tips To Keep Your Harley Updated

Behold the embodiment of luxury and uniqueness of the Harley Davidson Trike Custom Crafted with unparalleled precision and attention to detail, these masterpieces are a testament to personal expression and an invitation to embark on an extraordinary journey. Here are five tips to take care of your Harley.

1. Change The Oil

Maintaining optimal engine performance is crucial for your Harley's longevity. However, amidst the hustle and bustle, we sometimes overlook essential tasks such as regular oil changes, which can significantly impact the engine.

2. Switch To A New Air Filter

Ensuring the optimal functioning of your Harley Trike Custom's engine is paramount, and the air filter plays a vital role in keeping harmful debris at bay. However, as time goes by, the filter becomes dirty and clogged, often overlooked, resulting in diminished performance. It is imperative to prioritize regular air filter replacements.

3. Keep A Check On Tire Pressure And Tread

Unfortunately, many individuals lack the correct procedures to check these vital aspects. To assess tire pressure accurately, press the air pressure plug onto the valve stem and note the reading. For evaluating tread performance, observe the wear indicator on the tire.

4. Change The Coolant

To ensure the longevity of your brand-new Harley Davidson, it is crucial to prioritize the proper functioning of the coolant system. Failure to do so can result in engine overheating, freezing, or corrosion. To maintain optimal performance, timely coolant changes are essential.

5. Keep A Clean Chain

Modern chains used in Harley motorcycles have lower maintenance requirements than older-style chains. However, many individuals need to learn when to clean their Harley's chains. To ensure the best performance, it is crucial to clean the chain when it becomes untidy or at the mileage intervals specified in your Harley's owner manual.

Embrace Unforgettable Journeys On Your Harley Trike Custom!

With meticulous craftsmanship, powerful engines, and personalized touches, these custom creations embody the essence of individuality and style. By prioritizing regular maintenance tasks such as oil changes, air filter replacements, tire care, and coolant maintenance, you ensure that your Harley trike custom performs at its peak potential for years to come. Let the roar of the engine and the wind in your face ignite your sense of adventure as you embark on remarkable rides. If you want a Harley trike custom, contact Cool Trikes. Visit their website for more information.

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Keep Your Harley Running Smoothly: Expert Maintenance Tips and Tricks

When you own a Harley Davidson, you not only possess a legendary machine, but you also become part of a vibrant and passionate community. To ensure your Harley remains in optimal condition, regular maintenance is essential. By following these expert tips and tricks, you'll keep your Harley running smoothly, ensuring an enjoyable and hassle-free riding experience.

Regular Oil Changes: One of the most crucial aspects of maintaining your Harley is regular oil changes. Oil lubricates the engine, reducing friction and preventing excessive wear. Refer to your owner's manual for the recommended oil change intervals and make sure to use high-quality, motorcycle-specific oil for optimal performance.

Check and Clean the Air Filter: The air filter plays a vital role in keeping your Harley's engine clean and efficient. Over time, dirt and debris can accumulate, obstructing airflow. Regularly inspect and clean or replace the air filter as needed to ensure proper engine performance and fuel efficiency. 

Inspect and Adjust Drive Belt Tension: The drive belt transfers power from the engine to the rear wheel. It's essential to inspect the drive belt regularly for signs of wear, cracks, or fraying. Additionally, ensure the belt tension is within the manufacturer's recommended specifications. Proper tension guarantees smooth power transfer and helps prevent belt slippage. If you have NO idea about how to inspect your Harley Motorcycle Apple State Harley Davidson has a team of professional experts to inspect and maintain your motorcycle in a timely manner.

Maintain Proper Tire Pressure: Adequate tire pressure is crucial for safety and optimal handling. Regularly check your Harley's tire pressure using a reliable gauge and inflate or deflate them to the recommended levels. Proper tire pressure ensures good traction, stability, and extends tire life.

Keep the Battery in Top Shape: The battery powers essential electrical components of your Harley, such as the ignition system and lights. Check the battery's charge regularly and keep it properly maintained. Clean the terminals, check the electrolyte levels (if applicable), and ensure a secure connection to avoid starting issues.

Inspect and Lubricate Cables and Controls: The cables and controls on your Harley, such as the clutch, throttle, and brakes, need regular inspection and lubrication. Look for signs of wear, fraying, or stiffness, and lubricate them with a suitable lubricant to ensure smooth operation and prevent cable damage.

Brake Maintenance: The braking system is crucial for your safety on the road. Regularly check the brake pads for wear and replace them when necessary. Ensure proper brake fluid levels and quality, and bleed the brake system according to the manufacturer's recommendations. Properly functioning brakes guarantee optimal stopping power and control.

Clean and Protect the Paint and Chrome: Your Harley's appearance is as important as its performance. Regularly clean and protect the paint and chrome surfaces to maintain their shine and prevent corrosion. Use gentle cleaners specifically designed for motorcycles and apply a suitable wax or polish to keep your Harley looking its best.

Regularly Inspect Suspension Components: The suspension system contributes to your comfort and control while riding. Inspect the suspension components for signs of leaks, damage, or excessive wear. Ensure proper fork oil levels and adjust suspension settings as needed for your riding style and preferences.

Follow the Manufacturer's Maintenance Schedule: Every Harley Davidson model has a specific maintenance schedule outlined by the manufacturer. Consult your owner's manual and follow the recommended service intervals for tasks such as valve adjustments, belt replacement, and fluid changes. Adhering to the manufacturer's guidelines will help you maintain your Harley's performance and longevity.

In addition to these maintenance tips, consider establishing a good relationship with a reputable Harley Davidson service center. Professional technicians with experience in Harley motorcycles can provide expert advice, perform specialized maintenance tasks, and address any concerns you may have.

By following these expert maintenance tips and tricks, you can ensure your Harley Davidson remains in top-notch condition. Remember, a well-maintained Harley not only delivers exceptional performance but also provides you with endless joy and unforgettable riding experiences.

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How to Correctly Clean Your Motorcycle?

When it comes to cleaning your motorbike, you might look for a professional’s assistance. There is a set of tasks that includes washing, drying, cleaning, vacuuming and so on. Instead of choosing DIY methods, people prefer to visit a service centre in their location. And no doubt incorrect cleaning of Harley Davidson Chopper can destroy your ride experience and the motorbike too.

If you've ever washed a four-wheeler yourself, you know that washing the body and the glass is all that is necessary to make it shiny. Cleaning two-wheelers, on the other hand, is a trickier procedure. Corners, folds, cables, and switchgear are not hidden on two-wheelers. Additionally, some bikes display the engine, gearbox, and chain, all of which need to be properly cleaned.

So, while cleaning your chopper you should find out the correct spot that needs to be cleaned. Make sure you have chosen an area that has a proper drainage system. Or else you will end up splashing the dirty water. And your effort will float on water. On your two-wheeler, stay away from detergents designed for utensils. These items include chemicals that could damage the paint.

Use a clean cloth to dry your Harley Davidson Chopper, starting with the bodywork before moving on to the other parts. It is best to have a different cloth for the bodywork and the mechanicals, as we previously stated. It is preferable to take a brief drive on a clear road so that air can dry out the aforementioned corners and creases since the majority of us do not have access to pressurized air.

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Maintenance Tips To Ride Harley Davidson Comfortably With High-End Performance

Different brands are selling top-notch quality motorcycles. But we work with some of the best Harley Davidson models that take the cake! If you own one, learning about Harley Davidson maintenance tips is essential as it helps you use the bike for longer. These HD bikes are expensive, and the last thing you want to do is change them once every year. Thanks to good maintenance tips, you can take care of the bike’s longevity on your own. You do not have to think about its functionality for once!

Even though owners have motorcycle maintenance plans and services, the diverse riding styles have generated various maintenance needs. Timelines then follow these needs. So, keeping up with the maintenance requirements is now a necessity rather than an option. We are ready to share some of our experienced tips and tricks to help you enjoy a bike ride for the most extended period.

Focusing on the cruise control:

Whenever you operate a car, cruise control seems to be the most promising feature to cover longer rides. You need to engage it and give yourself a break. Now, you can enjoy that same feature on your bike. So, you won’t have to call us much for Harley Davidson maintenance!

1. It is challenging for any body part to remain in one position for an extended time frame.

2. The cruise control will provide that much-needed break without compromising your power to drive safely.

3. As you have cruise control by your side, you might not have to take multiple breaks between your journey and can reach the destination on time.

3. But, this feature is not that common in bikes like in cars. There is a standard feature available on some touring models. We follow Harley Davidson maintenance tips for that.

4. Make sure to check for this feature while purchasing a new bike. If you already have one, you need to find other approaches to give you cruise control ability.

Always check out the bike’s parts first:

Before you get the HD bike on the road, it is always essential to check every part of the vehicle to see if any need any help. We are ready to provide information on some good motorcycle maintenance points every rider needs to follow.

1. We recommend you take time to check the tires before, during, and after you have completed a ride.

2. Moreover, take your time to check out the proper air pressure measurement. For that, refer to the PSI to east steering and braking system.

3. Make sure to look at the tire treat, whether it is completely worn out or needs some puncture service.

4. It is also pretty much advisable for you to check the tire at an HD specialist auto store. If there is any problem, the potential experts will sort it out and provide the proper treatment it needs.

Changing the oil correctly and from time to time:

Another primary Harley Davidson maintenance service you can get from us is an oil change for your motorbike. While regular oil change is wholly based on the service mileage and timeframe or determined intervals, there are some specified requirements for engine oil.

The way you drive will always affect the oil use big time.

You might even have to opt for an oil cooler during those scorching summer months. It prevents the engine from overheating, destroying it and costing you big service money!

So, ensure that your engine has enough oil to maintain its efficient performance rate. It will furthermore help in extending the current lifespan big time.

If you are known to take our bike for frequent long rides, be sure that the oil change and addition get much more regular than usual!

Changing the air filter on time and cleaning them as well:

If you are looking for the best Harley Davidson maintenance tips, follow us for details. We offer the best air filter clean-up from time to time seems to be one of the top requests to follow. Every HD owner must clear the air filter regularly and get it repaired or replaced when it is time.

In case you are known to ride your bike in a dusty area frequently, you have to clean air filters more regularly than ever!

Always remember that dirt has the power to damage your engine and so you better keep a close watch on that!

The clogged air filter will drive fuel inefficiency, which, in turn, will decrease your engine's current performance rate.

Make sure to change the air filter if it fails to work correctly and for that, visiting our centre is the best option. We have separate plans under motorcycle maintenance. Let our experts handle it on your behalf.

Always remember that investing in air filters will be a small one. However, this simple investment from your side will protect the engine and keep it running for a long time.

Take care of the brakes as well:

The braking system is a major part of the safety element and forms a significant part of our Harley Davidson maintenance package. Everything, from the brake pads to the brake lights, rotors, and brake discs, must be in perfect working condition every time you hit the road.

We will keep a final check on the brake fluid. It needs to function correctly from time to time.

If you are one of those riders who use brakes more frequently, you must check the braking systems regularly.

HD is always targeted as a heavy bike that calls for reliable stopping power for that safe riding. So, keeping track of that is essential as well.

Other than these points, we will keep a check on the battery and focus on its current maintenance routine. You can’t do that on your own and let the experts from San Francisco HD handle the task on your behalf. They know the right tricks to follow. Call them at +1 415-888-0080 and get a booking done right away!

FAQs

What is the major maintenance of Harley Davidson bikes?

Among all the services, take time to inspect engine oil and filter. Inspect the oil lines and the brake systems for leaks. Take your time to inspect air cleaner and service, as and when needed. You will take time to check tire pressure and the tread.

How often should you get your HD bike serviced?

It is important to get your bike serviced one in every 5000 miles. It depends on the rider, riding condition and style. Sometimes, you might need frequent oil changes.

Are Harley Davidson bikes hard to maintain?

Harleys will need same maintenance levels as most of the other motorcycle brands. But, most people claim that Harleys spend more time at repairing shop than on road. It is far from the truth. Harleys are reliable bikes. 

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Women Inventors: Pioneers of Innovation

In this blog, we will explore the remarkable history of women inventors and their groundbreaking inventions that have transformed various aspects of our daily routines and technologies.

Introduction

Throughout history, women have made significant contributions to the world of innovation and invention. From everyday household items to groundbreaking technologies, women inventors have played a crucial role in shaping our modern lives. In this blog, we will explore the remarkable history of women inventors and their groundbreaking inventions that have transformed various aspects of our daily routines and technologies.

The Dishwasher: The invention of the dishwasher revolutionized kitchen chores, and we have Josephine Cochrane to thank for it. In 1886, Cochrane, a wealthy socialite, invented the first practical dishwasher. Frustrated with her servants chipping her fine china, she designed a machine that used water pressure to clean dishes effectively. Cochrane's invention laid the foundation for the modern dishwasher, simplifying household tasks and saving valuable time. Grocery Bags: Marion Donovan, a mother and innovative thinker, revolutionized the way we carry groceries. In the 1950s, Donovan developed the first reusable grocery bag, introducing a durable and eco-friendly alternative to disposable paper or plastic bags. Her invention not only reduced waste but also paved the way for the widespread adoption of reusable bags, leading to a significant positive impact on the environment. Coffee Filters: Melitta Bentz, a German housewife, made mornings more enjoyable for coffee lovers worldwide. In 1908, Bentz invented the first coffee filter. Dissatisfied with the bitter taste of coffee grounds, she perforated a brass pot, lined it with blotting paper, and poured hot water over it. This simple yet ingenious invention led to the creation of the Melitta company, which still produces coffee filters today and ensures a smooth and flavorful cup of coffee every time. Windshield Wipers: Mary Anderson's invention of windshield wipers in 1903 revolutionized automobile safety. While visiting New York City, Anderson observed a driver struggling to clear snow off the windshield. Determined to find a solution, she invented a manually operated device consisting of a rubber blade and arm that could clear the windshield with a single swipe. Her invention made driving safer, especially in inclement weather conditions. Toilet Paper Holder: Many of us take toilet paper holders for granted, but the innovation behind them came from an African-American inventor named Mary Beatrice Davidson Kenner. In 1957, Kenner patented the sanitary paper holder, which ensured that the end of the toilet paper roll was always accessible and prevented it from unraveling. Her invention has become an essential fixture in bathrooms worldwide, enhancing convenience and hygiene. GPS (Global Positioning System): Dr. Gladys West, an African-American mathematician, played a pivotal role in the development of the Global Positioning System (GPS). In the 1960s, West worked as part of a team that conducted complex calculations to model the Earth's shape and improve satellite orbits. Her contributions to the development of GPS technology have been instrumental in navigation, mapping, and numerous other applications. Gas Heaters: Alice Parker, an African-American inventor, revolutionized home heating systems. In 1919, Parker patented a gas heating furnace that distributed warm air through a series of ducts. Her invention allowed for more efficient and controlled heating, making homes more comfortable and energy-efficient. FaceTime Technology: Dr. Deborah Estrin, a computer scientist, played a significant role in the development of FaceTime technology. Her research on mobile sensing systems and participatory sensing laid the foundation for applications like FaceTime, which enable video calls and real-time communication across distances. WiFi: Hedy Lamarr, an Austrian-American actress, made significant contributions to wireless communication. During World War II, Lamarr co-invented a frequency-hopping spread spectrum technology that formed the basis of modern WiFi, Bluetooth, and other wireless communication systems. Her invention revolutionized the way we connect and communicate wirelessly. Conclusion: The history of women inventors is a testament to their ingenuity, perseverance, and contributions to society. From Josephine Cochrane's dishwasher to Mary Beatrice Davidson Kenner's toilet paper holder, these remarkable women have left an indelible mark on our daily lives. Whether it's simplifying household chores, improving safety, enhancing communication, or promoting sustainability, women inventors have continually pushed the boundaries of innovation. By celebrating the achievements of women inventors, we inspire future generations to pursue their passions, break barriers, and contribute to the world of invention. It is essential to recognize and acknowledge the remarkable contributions of women inventors, as their inventions have shaped and continue to shape the world we live in today. Let us appreciate and honor the pioneering spirit of these women who have paved the way for a brighter future.

La Jolie MLN: ”It’s our mission to give young ladies the lessons all of you can share with us. So, let’s share our experiences, strength and stories. We cordially invite you to join a cohort of empowered women. Please send your stories to Blog@lajolie-mln.com

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How To Increase Your Property’s Worth With Pressure Cleaning?

When it comes to putting your property on sale, it is important for you to make sure that you keep it in its best condition. In this regard, hiring a company for the job of pressure washing in Northern Beaches can be extremely beneficial. In this piece, we will have a look at a few of the ways in which your property’s worth can be increased in the best possible manner via pressure cleaning.

Surface cleaning

The very first way in which opting for pressure cleaning can help in ensuring the best results for your property is by ensuring proper cleaning of all the surfaces in the best possible manner. This ensures that the property is cleaned in a manner, which eventually helps in ensuring that the job of getting maximum value for your property is done in the most convenient manner. 

Getting rid of dirt and grime 

There are a number of areas in every property that have dirt and grime on it. It is important for you to get rid of this issue in the most convenient manner, which will ensure a better look for all the areas of your property. This will enhance the value of your property via pressure cleaning in Davidson. 

Enhancing curb appeal

It goes without saying that if your property does not look appealing enough, it can be a serious concern in terms of ensuring that you get the best value for the same when you put it on sale. In this regard, opting for pressure washing can help in enhancing the curb appeal of your property in the best possible manner. 

From the above lines, we get a clear idea of the various ways in which opting for pressure cleaning can help you to maximise the value of your property in the best possible manner. So make sure to search for the term “pressure washing near me” and get the job of enhancing the value of your property done via the implementation of pressure washing near your location.

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pairing ➵ pete davidson x reader

summary ➵ pete shows his girlfriend how much he’s missed her

warnings ➵ smut, hickies, fingering, rough sex, dirty talk, praise!kink

words ➵ 712

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His lips nipped away at her skin, leaving marks in their wake. A small sigh escaped her lips, her head slightly tilting to allow him more access to her neck. These were the moments she craved, the moments she thought about when she didn’t see him for weeks on end.

“I’ve missed you, baby”, he spoke, planting a kiss upon her lips as his hands travelled up her thigh, reaching the line of her panties. She was wearing his old hoodie, pairing it with only her underwear. It was a sight for sore eyes, her body resting beneath him. Two fingers slipped under the fabric, rubbing softly against her wet folds.

Y/N moaned softly at his touch. “Pete-“ she whimpered as he began drawing small circles upon her clit, kissing her again as to keep her quiet. He was now hovering over her. His free hand pulled her panties down, discarding them on the floor next to the bed. Her bottom half was now bare to him, allowing full access as her legs spread open.

“So fucking beautiful”, he smiled as he slipped his slender fingers inside her tight hole, stretching her as she began to pump. Y/N shifted at the sudden friction, causing a slight stinging feeling as he stretched her out. “Good girl”, he whispered against her ear, “I love watching you squirm under my touch.”

The uncomfortableness of his fingers had quickly faded, the feeling replaced by pressure beginning to build up within her lower stomach. A moan escaped her lips, louder than she had intended. “I-I need more”, she stuttered, unable to form whole sentences. “Need to feel you more”.

Pete removed his fingers, complying with his girlfriend’s pleas. He smiled down at her as he began removing his sweatpants, freeing his now throbbing cock in the process. Y/N reached to take the hoodie she had been wearing off, only to be stopped by Pete, who was now fully naked. “Leave it on, baby”, he cooed, leaning down to place a small kiss next to her ear. “You look so fucking hot in it”.

His words sent shivers down her spine, as did the feeling of his tip prodding at her entrance. He crashed his lips into hers as he slowly pushed himself into her, both letting small sighs separate their kiss. His movements were slow, passionate as he gripped softly at her thighs. Their forehead rested against each other, eyes closed in pure bliss. “feels so good,” Pete whispered, “M’So fucking tight”.

His thumb was now rubbing tight circles upon her clit again, bringing her close to the edge once more. Her moans became louder as his pace became rougher, faster as he thrusted his hips in hers. “just like that!” she cried out, her hands tightening their grip around Pete’s biceps. He chuckled at her exclamation.

“You like that, don’t you?” he taunted as his pace continued to speed up, “good little slut for me”. His dirty words only intensified the feeling that had been building up inside Y/N, climbing closer to her high. Her walls began to throb against his cock, the feeling bringing Pete closer to his release as well. “Cum for me, baby”, he commanded, “I need to feel you finish around my cock”.

His command was the last thing she needed before feeling herself come undone beneath him, loud moans and dirty phrases escaped her lips as her legs began to shake. Pete followed suit, letting him tip over the edge as he finished inside her. The two laid there for a few moments, composing themselves before Pete pulled himself out from above her, both sighing at the sudden separation.

“I’ve missed you too,” Y/N managed to speak as she watched her boyfriend clean himself up, her words shaky as were still her legs.

Pete smiled as he approached the bed, laying next to her before pulling her into his side. “I promise I won’t leave for that long again”, he responded as he placed a small kiss on her temple.

Y/N closed her eyes, feeling safe in his embrace. “You’re a terrible liar”, she smiled before feeling herself drift off, knowing that this moment was going to be another she would play over the next time he left her alone again.

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authors note ➵ been slowly falling in love with pete over the last few months and needed to put this energy out into the world

this was short and shitty, but i hope you still liked it :)

[hangovercurse]

Falling Like the Stars

Pete and you had gotten in a fight the night before he left for filming, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your relationship.

Request: “pete and you take it to another room at a party 😉”

Pete Davidson x Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing, angst

A/N: This is (loosely) based off Falling Like the Stars by James Arthur

Word Count: 3038

In all eight months of your relationship with Pete, you’d never gone this long without talking. Your phone was right in front of you, his contact in your favorites. But you couldn’t be the first to fold.

It had been 3 and a half weeks, 25 days, since he left for filming. Since that stupid fight.

Maybe you pushed him too far, maybe you expected too much of him, but you’d been together for eight months. And you knew you loved him. The night before he left, he’d taken you out on the most romantic date you’d ever been on, and when you guys got back to your place, you told him you loved him. And he didn’t say it back.

He didn’t say anything, he just shut down. After you begged him to say something, anything, he just gave you a frustrated, “what do you want me to say?”

And thus, the fight ensued, you accusing him of not caring about your relationship and him yelling at you for pressuring him into something he wasn’t ready for.

And maybe you were in the wrong, but you were hurt. You had put everything on the line for him, every inch of your soul was bare to him. And he crushed it. So, you fought. And he left. And you hadn’t talked since except a text from him saying he landed safely.

It was killing you inside. But you couldn’t keep this going if he wasn’t as invested as you were. So, you left it up to him to make the first move.

In the meantime, you occupied your mind with work, television, and mindless scrolling through social media. Your timeline was filled with pictures of your fans, activism posts, and fan accounts of Pete that you followed. One post in particular caught your eye, a picture you didn’t even know the fans had.

It was a picture you had taken of Pete on your first date, the morning after the two of you had met. The memory made you smile.

You were outside on Colson’s balcony, taking hits of the cigarette in your hand and watching the crowd of drunken partygoers below you.

Suddenly the sliding glass door opened behind you, and the most beautiful man you’d ever seen walked out. His hair was dark, his eyes even darker. He seemed gentle, kind, but also like he could rip you to shreds without hesitation. It was intoxicating.

“Oh,” he said upon seeing you, “sorry I didn’t think anyone would be out here.”

You smiled, “you’re good. I don’t mind the company.” He nodded, coming to lean against the railing next to you. You offered him the cigarette, which he graciously took.

“What’s a girl like you doing up here all by herself?” He asked.

You raised an eyebrow, “a girl like me?” A smirk made its way to your face when he looked over at you, eyes raking over your figure.

“I mean, someone as stunning as you shouldn’t be up here all alone. You should be down there, stealing everyone’s breath.”

His comment made you blush slightly. “It’s a bit too much down there for me. I don’t mind all the people but none of them are gonna remember anything in the morning. I don’t want to be that person. I want to remember tonight.”

This time, his eyebrow raised. “Is tonight a special night for you?” He asked.

You bit your lip, turning to face him fully. “I’m not sure yet. You tell me.”

He moved closer to you, hand delicately touching your waist. You took his hesitancy as a question of permission, to which you responded by reaching a hand to run up his arm, stopping on his shoulder. The man smirked, moving even closer to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You told him quietly.

His head dipped down, lips meeting yours, and you closed your eyes, taking in the sensation. Your mouths moved together in sync as his grip on your waist got tighter, pulling you closer to him. You brought your second hand up to wrap around his neck, lifting yourself up on your toes to get better access to his plush lips.

He pulled away from you slowly as your eyes opened, finding his brown ones exploring your face. “I’m Pete.” He whispered, before connecting your lips again.

His hands squeezed your waist, lifting you up slightly. You took the hint and jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist as one hand moved up to support your back. He carried you back inside to the bedroom the balcony was attached to.

His mouth never left yours, his tongue lightly swiping against your lip. You granted him access, the feeling of your tongues colliding a pleasurable one, it made you feel even closer to him.

He set you onto the bed, finally detaching your lips. You whined as he stepped towards the door but stopped when his hand turned the lock. He chuckled at your neediness, rushing back to the bed, and climbing on top of you, forcing you to lay back onto the bed.

Your hands went to his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands. His hands traveled your middle, reaching the bottom of your shirt. He paused before pulling it up, making sure it was okay with you that he did so.

Once the fabric was removed to reveal your bra-clad chest, he smirked down at you, taking in your body. Pete let out a soft “wow,” that you probably weren’t supposed to hear.

It made you smirk, your hands removing the jacket from him before pulling his shirt over his head. The tattoos on his chest and arms revealed themselves, and you took a moment to admire them. Absentmindedly, you reached out to trace one on his arm, making him grin. Instead of saying anything, he reconnected your lips.

His bare skin on yours made heat run from every part of your body straight to your core. You could feel him hardening through his jeans, and you wanted nothing more than to rip them off. Pete had a similar idea, hands moving to unclasp your bra and he pulled the fabric from your skin. His hands remained there, massaging the tissue, and occasionally squeezing your hardening nipples with his fingers.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” He mumbled against your mouth, moving his head down to press a soft kiss to your neck. One kiss turned into two, then three, and suddenly Pete was kissing a path to your breasts.

Once his lips connected with your nipples, you let out a sigh of pleasure. His teeth grazed the bud lightly, switching between each breast to give them both the attention they deserved.

The hands that you had tangled in his hair pulled lightly, nails scratching his skull in a way that drove him crazy. He finally left your chest, pressing sloppy kisses down your stomach until he reached the top of your jeans.

Pausing, he looked up at you. “Do you want this?” He asked, sweetly.

You bit your lip, looking down at him and taking in his slightly disheveled appearance. “Yes, Pete. Please.” You asked, earning a smile from him. His hands unbuttoned your pants, pulling them down your legs slowly before tossing them across the room. He stood up and removed his own pants, leaving only two sets of thin cloth in between your heat and his member.

His face returned to its position at the top of your panties. He lightly nipped at the skin there, causing a small groan to escape your lips. He smirked, grabbing the top of your panties in his teeth, and dragging them downwards, exposing your pussy. He used his hands to help his mouth pull the material all the way down your legs, your panties soon joining the rest of your clothes on the floor somewhere.

You took in a breath when his hands grabbed your thighs, spreading them apart. His breath hit your heat as he looked up at you, basking in the beauty of your expression. He’d barely touched you and you were already putty in his hands.

At this thought he brought his lips to your clit, sucking on the small bundle. At the contact you moaned out softly, hands gripping the sheets below you. His tongue peaked out to lick at your slit, slowly dipping into your heat.

He switched his focus from your slit to your clit and back intermediately, one hand eventually dancing up your thigh to join him. As his lips sucked on your clit his middle finger pressed into your wet hole. Another moan came from you as his long finger stretched you out.

He smiled against you when he heard your sounds as he pumped the digit in and out of you. When he felt you were ready, he added a second finger. Picking up his pace, he started curling his fingers as he pumped, hitting your walls.

You could feel your climax building, but he pulled out before you could get too close. He sat up on his knees, eyes finding yours. You watched as he slowly licked his fingers clean, climbing off the bed and finding his jeans. He grabbed a foil wrapper from one of the pockets and brought it back to the bed. He pulled his underwear down, exposing his long, hard dick.

You moaned at the sight, excited at the thought of him filling you up. He rolled the condom onto his member, pumping himself a few times. He lined himself up with your entrance, watching your face.

“You still want this?” He asked.

You loved how he kept asking, kept making sure this was okay with you. “Yes.” You let out, softly, the anticipation killing you.

At your consent, he pushed into you, slowly. His large cock filled you up, stretching your pussy out. Pete let out a quiet groan as you adjusted to him. His lips found their way to your neck again, hot breath hitting your skin.

He pulled out slowly, pushing back in as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “Fuck you feel so good.” He mumbled into your skin. He thrusted into you again, harder this time. Your hands went to his back, gripping onto him.

Pete started picking up his pace, dick thrusting in and out of you harder every time. Your nails began to dig into his skin, definitely leaving marks. You let out small whimpers every time he hit the perfect spot in your tight pussy.

More kisses were placed on your neck as Pete pounded into you, your hips rolling up to meet his. The vibrations from his moans against your skin made everything feel so much better, and you knew you were getting close.

The feeling of his cock twitching alerted you to the fact that he was close, too. So, you let out a whine, “I’m close, Pete.”

He hummed against your neck, “me too, baby.” He continued to push you closer and closer to your climax, “mmm, feel so good around me princess.”

His lips came up to meet yours, tongue establishing dominance in your mouth. One hand found your breast, rubbing the bud between his fingers. The stimulations sent you closer and closer to the edge, until you could feel yourself at the tipping point.

The only sound in the room was your lips against his and the slapping of your skin as Pete’s cock filled you up more and more. His thrusts got sloppier and sloppier until he moaned against your lips, his hot seed filling the condom inside of you. The sensation sent you into an abyss of bliss, your orgasm crashing over you.

Your hips bucked into his as you came undone, his cock still thrusting into you but much lazier now. The feeling of a thousand pins spread through your body, creating a warm and fuzzy feeling.

Once you had both come down from your highs, he pulled out of you. He disposed of the condom and grabbed his underwear, pulling it on. He then tossed your panties and his shirt over to you, which you gladly put on.

Pete crashed onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his side. You nuzzled into him, taking in his scent of cigarettes, sex, and chocolate. You pressed a kiss to the side of his chest, the closest place your lips could get to. He chuckled, pressing his lips to the side of your head.

“I figured instead of joining the lame ass party downstairs, we could steal this room for the night. Then maybe I can take you to breakfast in the morning?” He asked, watching for your reaction.

You looked up at him, a smile on his face, “I would really, really like that.”

Breakfast was, obviously, successful, as you and Pete went out for dinner the next day, and then two days after that. Eventually he was bringing you to meet his family and you introduced him to your co-workers. It wasn’t until he took you backstage to Saturday Night Live that he officially called you his girlfriend whilst introducing you to Colin Jost and Michael Che, but you had both been exclusively with each other since you’d met.

You frowned, thinking about those memories. God, you missed Pete. You should have never said anything, you should have just let it go. Now you might never get him back.

But every part of you craved him. You wanted him here to hold you and kiss you. You wanted him to buy you stupid gifts like he did sometimes. You wanted to talk about literally nothing but that be enough for you two.

You couldn’t help but let your mind drift to where it would often go to. You and Pete in a few years, buying a house together. Your kids playing in the backyard. Going to sports games and recitals with them, taking them to see Pete at work. Getting married in front of all of your friends and family.

You wanted all of it. You had never wanted that life before you met Pete, but now it was all you could think about. You didn’t know what your future would look like without Pete, and you didn’t want to know.

So, against your vow to yourself, you called him.

“Y/N?” He asked. He sounded tired, sad. Hearing him made you freeze; you’d missed his voice. “Is everything okay?”

You bit your lip before answering, your voice coming out as a whisper, “yeah I just, I just miss you, is all.”

Pete let out a sad sigh on the other end of the phone. “I miss you, too.” He said. “I should’ve called you, I just wanted to give you space. I know we didn’t leave off in a good place.”

You stayed quiet, tears coming to your eyes as you recalled the night again. “It’s okay, Pete. I shouldn’t have thrown that on you and I shouldn’t have pushed you to say… that.” You whispered. “I’m sorry.”

You could tell Pete was thinking because he didn’t answer right away. “No, I- I shouldn’t have left you like that. We should’ve talked about it more.”

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see you, sniffling. “Pete it’s okay, really. I was in the wrong and I pushed you away. I made you leave.”

“Yeah, but I should’ve stayed.” You could hear the sadness in his voice and it broke your heart. He sighed, “princess, give me like five minutes and then we can talk about this more, okay?” You hummed into the receiver and the line went dead.

You sunk further into the couch, tears pouring from your eyes. You felt like you were crumbling into little pieces without him. And now he was avoiding important conversations with you.

You came to the realization that you should’ve made the night he left; he doesn’t want you anymore. The thought made you breakdown even more, your breathing quickening and sobs escaping you as you buried your face into your hands that were covered in the sleeves of Pete’s sweater.

A few minutes later you heard a knock on your door. Even though you were in no state to answer it, you did so anyways. You found your person standing there, shoulders hunched and eyes red. Pete held a teddy bear in one hand and a heart shaped box of chocolates in the other. He looked as good as ever, but also like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“I was literally pulling onto your street when you called me.” He chuckled as you led him inside. He set the teddy bear and chocolates on your coffee table, pulling you onto the couch next to him. “I couldn’t stand how we left things so I asked for the next few days off so that I could come see you.” He grabbed your hand lacing your fingers together.

“I mean seriously, Y/N. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t even focus on the movie because I was just always thinking about you. It was terrifying.”

You smiled a little bit, scooting closer to him. When you spoke, your voice came out hoarse, “I missed you so much.” You couldn’t believe that he was actually here. That he had flown back to New York just to see you. “I’m sorry I made you leave and didn’t say goodbye.”

He grabbed your chin, pulling your eyes up to meet his. “I’m sorry that I was too scared to tell you how I feel.” You gave him a quizzical look. “I was so fucking scared of admitting it to myself, much less to you. But I know now, I’m sure now.”

“What are you talking about?” You whispered.

He leaned in close to you, breath hitting your lips, “I’m not scared anymore.” He said, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, short kiss. “I’m in love with you, princess.”

Your breath got caught in your throats as the words you’d been aching to hear fell from his lips. You leaned forward, kissing him again. “So fuckin in love with you.” He mumbled.

You rested your forehead against his, breaths intertwining. “I love you, Pete.”

[barrykrichmond]

Harley Exhaust Gaskets: A Comprehensive Guide

Harley-Davidson motorcycles are renowned for their powerful engines and distinctive sound, largely due to their iconic exhaust systems. However, maintaining this performance requires attention to various components, one of which is the exhaust gasket.

In this article, we will explore what Harley exhaust gaskets are, their types, installation tips, and the importance of keeping them in good condition.

What Are Harley Exhaust Gaskets?

Exhaust gaskets are critical components that seal the connection between the exhaust manifold and the exhaust pipes. Their primary function is to prevent exhaust leaks, which can lead to a decrease in engine performance, increased emissions, and potential damage to surrounding components.

Harley exhaust gaskets are specifically designed to withstand high temperatures and pressures, ensuring a secure seal and optimal exhaust flow.

Types of Harley Exhaust Gaskets

Copper Exhaust Gaskets:

Copper gaskets are popular among Harley enthusiasts due to their excellent thermal conductivity and ability to conform to irregular surfaces. They can be reused multiple times if properly cleaned and maintained, making them a cost-effective choice.

Fiberglass Exhaust Gaskets:

These gaskets provide good sealing capabilities and are often used in combination with other materials for added durability. They can handle high temperatures but may wear out faster than copper gaskets.

Graphite Exhaust Gaskets:

Graphite gaskets are known for their resistance to thermal expansion and compression. They provide a reliable seal and are less prone to blowouts, making them suitable for high-performance applications.

Composite Exhaust Gaskets:

Made from a combination of materials, composite gaskets offer a balance of performance and durability. They are designed to resist wear and provide effective sealing in various conditions.

Installation Tips

Proper installation of exhaust gaskets is crucial for ensuring a tight seal and preventing leaks. Here are some tips for installing Harley exhaust gaskets:

Preparation:

Before installing new gaskets, clean the surfaces of the exhaust manifold and pipes thoroughly to remove any old gasket material, dirt, or debris. This ensures a smooth and even surface for the new gasket.

Alignment:

Carefully align the gasket with the exhaust manifold and pipe flanges. Ensure that the bolt holes line up correctly to avoid any misalignment that could lead to leaks.

Torque Specifications:

Use a torque wrench to tighten the bolts to the manufacturer’s specifications. Over-tightening can crush the gasket, while under-tightening may lead to leaks.

Check for Leaks:

After installation, start the engine and listen for any unusual sounds or leaks. If you suspect a leak, you may need to recheck the gasket installation and bolt tightness.

Importance of Maintaining Exhaust Gaskets

Maintaining your Harley exhaust gaskets is essential for several reasons:

Preventing Exhaust Leaks: Exhaust leaks can lead to decreased engine performance and increased emissions, affecting the overall efficiency of your motorcycle.

Protecting Engine Components: A proper seal prevents hot exhaust gases from escaping, which can damage surrounding components and lead to costly repairs.

Enhancing Performance: Well-maintained gaskets ensure optimal exhaust flow, contributing to better throttle response and overall performance.

Reducing Noise: A secure seal helps maintain the signature Harley sound without unwanted leaks that can alter the engine's acoustics.

Conclusion

Harley exhaust gaskets may seem like small components, but they play a crucial role in the overall performance and longevity of your motorcycle. Understanding the different types of gaskets, proper installation techniques, and the importance of maintenance can help ensure that your Harley-Davidson runs smoothly and efficiently.

Regularly checking and replacing worn or damaged gaskets is a key part of any motorcycle maintenance routine, helping you enjoy the ride to its fullest.