#also anybody catch the “not against harrison's chest like he used to be”

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harrison get thee to a therapist pt. 1:

“So what?” Harrison knows she could mean so many things. So raw. So indelicate. So tense. So like we’re a VHS set in reverse.  “This isn’t a big deal. No one was hurt.”

“You cannot come and go as you please in other people’s houses, Harrison.” She can’t even look at him. He could call her out by name again—Suzanna, Suzanna, Suzanna. She winces every time he does, plays it off as a sudden headache or a flighty twitch.

“Isn’t that what I do at your place?” he says instead, his throat heady with the need to scream, or perhaps cry. “Parade around as your son and then crash on the couch?”

“Harrison,” Suz says. Her eyes are pellets of amber, her pupils preserved in their warmth. As a child, Harrison climbed onto the bathroom counter, pried his own eyes open between his chewed fingernails. The colour was wrong, too light, too cold, too much like his father’s—and what was a father? God is as much a father as he is a traitor to his own sacrificial son. Harrison stood there for so long his eyes stung, and when his lid eventually snapped back in place, the world stippled.

“What?” he asks now. Where the hell is God in this dim bathroom? Sucked up in the fan? Hiding in shower drain hairballs? And where is his father? Both perpetually missing like a television remote, a set of house keys. That’s right. God’s not here—not in the olive wall paint, not in the patterned hand towels, not in the piranha portrait above the toilet tank, not against Harrison’s chest like he used to be. He’s the only one here in front of his mother, all seven of Mary’s sorrows etched into a man. He almost laughs. “And my name is kind of idiotic, isn’t it? Harry’s son—but I’m nobody’s son.”

“You’re my son.”

“For the last two weeks, sure.”

tonight's BODY BACK session excerpt!

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Hooked On Your Feelings - Chapter Two (FWB! Tom Holland x Reader)

SERIES MASTERLIST

Warnings: Some angst, language, eventual smut in future chapters, fluff

Word Count: 5255

Summary: After a bad breakup, making an agreement with your womanizing neighbor, Tom to be friends with added benefits and no strings attached seemed like the perfect idea. Until things become messy, emotions caused your agreement to crumble.

A/N:  I am HYPE to post this new chapter! Omg I just love writing this series so much its so fun writing Tom like this lol. Also low key...this chapter has an easter egg to a pervious series of mine and I’m v curious if anyone catches it but probably not because its superrr tiny but either way I hope you guys like this one! Obviously, smut is in this chapter! DM me to be tagged and I cannot wait to hear everyone’s thoughts! (Also .gif is not mine. DM me for credit please, I found on google!) Thank you xx -N

“What happened to that girl you took home the other night from The Lace Rabbit?” Harrison asked as he ordered his lunch before he took a seat at the table with Tom. It was typical for them to meet up during the week on their lunch breaks and catch up when they were not busy being wingmen for the other while bar hopping on the weekends. 

Tom shrugged off Harrison’s question as he took a bite of his sandwich, “She got a little clingy so I had Y/N help me get rid of her,” he smiled as he said your name out loud. His friends knew of you as the hot girl who lived next door who bailed him out of sticky situations. Always teasing Tom how he could never actually get you. The irony made it all too funny for him, “How’d it go with that blonde girl?” he asked to change the subject off of him.

He didn’t know if he should bring up the two of you sleeping together with Harrison. Harrison was his best friend and wouldn’t judge but he knew he’d give Tom shit for it. He’d want to know details of your arrangement or how it came about, if you were really that good and Tom didn’t feel comfortable answering that. Not if it was about you. He didn’t want his other friends knowing about you in the way he did. That was personal between you both and he wanted to show you he respected you.

“It didn’t,” Harrison admitted while taking a sip of his water. He let out a chuckle as he felt himself blushing, “Forgot her name and she spilt her drink on me. Can’t say I didn’t deserve that one,” he at least knew when he was in the wrong.

Tom cringed into his sandwich as he let out a cackle, “You definitely deserved it, mate,” he laughed with another bite. His phone vibrated in his pocket but he chose to ignore it, knowing like clock work what it probably was. It was going to ruin the rest of his day and he at least wanted to enjoy lunch with his friend before getting pissed off for the day.

“She’d probably love you,” Harrison teased. 

“Fuck off,” Tom rolled his eyes with a laugh. “I’m not taking your angry seconds.”

“Don’t knock angry sex til you try it,” Harrison smirked knowingly. 

Tom shook his head as he once again ignored the phone ringing, “I think I’m good, thanks,” he brushed it off with another eyeroll. 

He didn’t know why he suddenly felt weird talking about their last venture out at the club. Maybe it was because Tom knew where he ended up after that girl had left and he knew what that meant for the both of you. But Tom wasn’t done with his bachelor days, and even you knew that. Hell, you practically insisted since this was a no strings attached deal.

It just felt strange not telling Harrison about you. Like it was a weird secret. But at the same time, he felt oddly protective of you. Not wanting his friends to see you as some girl he was getting laid with. Or worse, a potential love interest. He knew it wasn’t going to happen. Hell would be freezing over before Tom decided on any sort of long term obligation. But he knew his friends and he knew they wouldn’t see this is a simple agreement between two friends. And he didn’t want to deal with that conversation.

Staying quiet was the better option. For his own sanity. And...well, would you care if he told anyone about this? Tom figured that was another rule he’d have to ask about. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries and he knew you had a list of rules as well that he was happy to follow. As long as that meant one thing and one thing only: non-exclusive.

Harrison noticed Tom’s phone buzzing for the third time. And Tom ignored it for the third time. He checked the message with a huff of his breath before turning the screen face down on the table, going back to his lunch before he had to get back to work.

“Clingy girl?” Harrison nodded towards Tom’s phone. 

Tom shook his head, “My mother was supposed to visit this weekend but you know the routine,” he mumbled into his food, not even wanting to respond to her.

“Let me guess,” Harrison began, knowing exactly where this was going since he knew Tom’s whole story inside and out. Including the bits he hated to discuss which was mainly his family, “Going skiing with Clint in Veil instead?” he questioned knowingly.

Tom scoffed out a laugh at his guess, “Surfing with Clint in Malibu but same shit,” he corrected as he tried not to let it get to him. But even Harrison could tell he was getting bothered by it once again and who could honestly blame him.

 Always the same story every time no matter what and Tom grew tired of her antics. He couldn’t even blame Clint for it anymore considering she’d been this way since he was a kid before he was even in the picture. Only now she would just use him as the perfect excuse to get out of coming to visit.

He knew he shouldn’t care anymore but he couldn’t help it. It wasn’t something easy for him to simply let go of. It was his mother. And no matter how many times he’d try she would always give him back the bare minimum and it always made him upset. She was his one final connection to him and she could care less about any of it, so why did Tom? It always got under his skin and he loathed that it did.

But he would still invite her. No matter how miserable it made him.

“Well at least now you’re free this weekend,” Harrison broke his thought while he gathered their garbage before they headed back to work, “The usual at The Lace Rabbit this Saturday then?” he suggested with a knowing smile to try and get Tom out of his mood.

Grabbing his phone, Tom clutched it tightly as he inhaled sharply. Knowing his change of plans meant doing his normal routine even though he was looking forward to the slight change this weekend, which now just seemed bleak to him

.

“Yeah,” Tom agreed as he tapped your name on his phone but hesitated when he saw his mother trying to call for a fourth time, “The usual this weekend.”

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Your chest tensed as you got into your car after your extremely long day in the office. Everything around you felt heavy and you couldn’t wait to get home as soon as you could but you found yourself still frozen in your car. Unable to move as the moments from earlier this afternoon invaded your thoughts once again while you tried your best to move in. Even though you knew you were completely grief stricken and didn’t know what the hell to do.

The promotion was yours, at least you had thought it was by the way your boss would constantly hint at it. You knew it was never a definite thing, but you were confident in the hard work you had put into your job and knew you were a top contender for the spot. You worked longer hours, took on extra tasks, you even worked on the occasional weekend to get your work done. Taking every precaution necessary to prove that you were the best fit for the role.

Everything felt like it was lining up for you. Co-workers were giving you a pat on the back for your work accomplishments, your boss was taking note of everything you were doing, and you overall felt really good about where you stood for the potential position. So imagine your surprise when you attended the big luncheon and your boss announced his undeserving son was getting the spot instead of you.

It was both nepotism and misogyny rolled into one and it made your stomach turn the longer you had thought about it. None of it made any sense and it was far from fair. You knew you were the one more deserving of the position, the whole office knew it. Even your damn boss knew but he chose his damn son over you and it felt like a stab right to your gut.

You felt so betrayed and beside yourself as you finally decided to head home. Tears streamed down your cheeks while you tried to focus on the road but you just couldn’t ignore the facts. How were you going to be able to show up and take orders now from your boss’ son? You knew the job more than he did and it felt like a huge screw you.

On your drive home, you tried to make yourself feel better by putting on some music to distract yourself but nothing helped. You felt beyond defeated and frustrated right now you didn’t know what was going to make you feel better at the moment. It felt like the world was against you. Between finding Justin with another woman and your job, you were really batting one thousand lately and you weren’t sure when you would catch a break.

Things were not going how you planned at all. The thought of just quitting your job and starting all over again crossed your mind but the fear of the unknown kept haunting you. You didn’t know which direction to go in or who to turn to for advice anymore. You were slowly drowning and you needed someone to throw you a goddamn life jacket already.

You were relieved to finally be home. Maybe some peace and quiet would make you feel a little better, you thought to yourself while you kicked your shoes off and turned some music on for yourself. Trying to put the day behind you and focus on the present moment while you got changed into more comfortable clothes to unwind.

You jumped out of your skin when you heard a knock at your door, not expecting anybody to come by right now. Pulling your hair up into a bun, you headed back towards the door and looked through the peephole. To your surprise, you weren’t really surprised at all. You were actually sort of relieved when you opened the door and saw Tom standing there holding a pizza box.

“That better have extra cheese,” you asked with a narrowed expression while you invited him inside with the pizza that he would always bring you even in normal times. 

Placing the box on the kitchen table, Tom opened it with a grin as he showed you the pizza pie with cheese practically oozing from the crusts, “Figured it was an extra toppings sort of day,” he admitted, knowing he really needed the escape from reality. Even if it was just a pizza.

“Tell me about it,” you sighed as you grabbed a piece closest to you as Tom handed you a paper plate. You headed over towards your refrigerator to grab you both a few beers while Tom leaned up against your kitchen counter as he devoured his slice, “I’m guessing you had a bad day judging by your pizza presentation?” knowing there wasn’t really any particular reason he’d be coming over with it today. Unless if he wanted something?

You slowed your pace back from the fridge wondering if he was going to pick up on how you were feeling. You weren’t entirely sure if you wanted him to notice. Whenever you and Tom had a pizza night it was merely to gossip about your lunatic neighbors or watch a game together. You talked about casual things but never really gone into depth or prying into each other’s lives. Why did it feel like suddenly you wanted something different? Would sex change that much in your friendship?

“We can just ignore that...we don’t have to talk about unimportant stuff,” you waved it off. Tom didn’t need to hear about your miserable day. And you didn’t want to pry into his. 

He swallowed the last bite of his slice, “If something makes you upset, it’s not unimportant,” he noted. But when he noticed you just looking at him, he raised his hands in surrender. “Ignore my philosophical ass. But I’d like to hear about your day, you know,” he laughed it off. 

What the hell was he doing? He thought to himself. Don’t let personal shit ruin this. Enjoy her company. That’s it. 

“I didn’t get the promotion,” you told him. You had mentioned to Tom a while ago that your boss was hinting at it but you never went into detail with him about it. You weren’t used to Tom actually wanting to be open or the other way around. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly surprised Tom even gave a crap about stuff like this. 

Tom frowned at your answer and he felt his heart sink a bit when you told him the truth about your bad day. He didn’t know much about your job but he was sure you were a hard worker. He saw how much you loved your job and how passionate you were about it when it would come up. You would share upcoming projects with him from time to time and he would see the look on your face whenever you explained them to him. So hearing that you were passed by for a promotion was upsetting to him.

“I...shit, Y/N,” he put his pizza down as he walked over towards to give you a hug. Sliding his hands around your waist he pulled you into him as he felt you relax against his chest, “You didn’t deserve that,” he added softly.

You allowed Tom to embrace you, his warmness comforting you a bit before you pulled away and started crying when telling him about your boss’ son getting the job instead of you. Making you laugh by calling him every name in the book, you and Tom finally found a common ground as you kept venting to him.

Tom pulled away slowly, his hand resting at your chin while he licked his lips, “You’re boss sounds like a fucking prick, I hope you know that,” he told you reassuringly. The small smile you formed when he spoke made him want to keep making you feel better, “I’m glad you’re smiling,” he blushed at his confession.

Stretching your mouth wider, you flashed Tom a playful yet overly wide grin to deflect the attention he gave to you. The two of you laughed as Tom pulled away with a loud chuckle, shaking his head at your sudden silliness, “That has to be the most hideous smile. But we’ll work on it,” he told you through his laughter.

You rolled your eyes before going back to your pizza, giving Tom a look as you nudged him, “Not gonna tell me about what happened to you?” you finally asked.

Tom tensed as he tried to brush it off with a simple shrug into his pizza. The thought of his mother’s texts and ridiculous apologies and excuses continued to drive him crazy as he mumbled into his bite, “It’s stupid shit,” he told you as he swallowed the crust he was chewing, “Mom stuff, not important,” he added bluntly.

You could see the look on his face and could tell it was important to him but you didn’t want to force him to talk about it. Tom was never one to bring up his family ever to you and that was the first time you had ever heard him even mention his mother. He never spoke of his father, at least to you, so you just assumed both were out of his life for whatever reason and it was none of your business to ask.

 And Tom refused to admit it but he wanted you to ask about him. Spending hours upon hours at bars, turning his focus always onto the girl; because he knew no girl would ever want to go home with a self righteous, egotistical guy. It was never something Tom minded to do, especially with complete strangers who he would never open up to in a million years. It might have been the recent development he had with you but there was something refreshing he felt around you and as much as it freaked him out, he didn’t seem to mind.

But diving into his mommy issues with you now seemed too much to deal with right now. You were dealing with more than enough problems with your job and your miserable ex-boyfriend, he figured you didn’t need to hear his bitching right now anyway. He came here to get away from those shitty thoughts, not open those wounds further. 

Tom came here for a distraction.

Licking his lips, Tom perked up as he looked at you fervidly, “Wanna have sex?” he asked matter of factly. He figured he didn’t need to beat around the bush since you had your arrangement but maybe he was a bit too direct with his request. Tom cleared his throat as he tried to save the night, “I-I mean, I just figured since we both had shitty days that maybe we could uhm-”

“Thought you’d never ask,” you cut him off with a smirk and you perked up as well, nodding as you smoothed out your hair. Standing back up as you turned your back towards him, removing your shirt in the process, “Let’s go,” you called over your shoulder as you headed towards your room.

“Oh, we’re jumping right in,” Tom mumbled to himself as he practically fell off his chair to follow you into your room, tossing his shirt beside yours as he practically froze already seeing you completely undressed, “Christ…” he breathed out while taking you in. 

You rolled your eyes as you walked over to him, bringing your lips to his now bare shoulder, “You’re really acting like you haven’t seen me like this the other day?” You laughed against his skin while you began to suck a bruise against him, hearing him let out a gasp while your hand snaked into his pants sneakily, “Beginning to really like this whole friends with benefits thing we have,” you laughed as you found Tom’s lips.

Practically growling into your kiss, Tom lifted you up and lowered you onto your back on your bed. His lips traveled from yours, to your stomach, dipping his tongue into your belly button as you moaned quietly before he brought himself down between your thighs. His lips peppering your inner thigh before he got straight to the point because this whole arrangement meant no foreplay. Another plus for Tom.

“Darling, I think you may be the best friend I’ve ever had,” Tom breathed out a laugh as he pressed his tongue flatly against your clit. Sliding two of his fingers into your core while he slowly pumped in and out of you, “This is what got me through my day today,” he told you before he brought his mouth back to your core.

You arched your back while your fingers went towards Tom’s curls. His name began to fall from your lips while he lapped his tongue carefully, letting it slip inside of you as he continued to tease you with his mouth. His fingers sliding into you again, adding a third as he moaned against your center; allowing the vibrations to roll throughout your entire body.

“Mmm, oh, fuck...!” you cried out, yanking gently against Tom’s hair as you felt the coil beginning to burn from inside of you. Biting your lip to stifle another moan, “Fuck...yo-you’re really good at that,” you breathed out with a small laugh which turned into a whimper.

With his head peering up at you, Tom flashed you a cocky smile with a playful wink as he licked your folds teasingly, “Did you seriously doubt my abilities to make you cum with my mouth, Y/N?” he raised his eyebrow while pumping his fingers now tantalizingly slow, “You’re gonna pay for that comment,” he said to you.

“Just...shut up and make me cum, Tom,” you told him through another gasp as you felt his teeth drag teasingly against your already throbbing bud. His lips wrapped around it as he sucked more harshly, doing exactly as you had asked him to do, “Ungh...oh god, okay. Yeah, keep doing that,” you instructed as you began to grind your hips against his mouth.

Tom took it as a challenge and picked up his pace, beginning to flick your clit faster while he continuously sucked on it. His three fingers now entirely coated in your warmth as he felt you clenching around them. His pants feeling tighter from his hard on while he knelt at the end of your bed trying to bring you to where he wanted.

His free hand splayed against your stomach, holding you in place while he felt you trying to squirm around from the way he was making you feel. Rubbing your clit in between his breaths, Tom looked up at you as he licked a solid stripe down your center, “Let out how you’re feeling from today and cum for me, Y/N,” Tom commanded. 

Your eyes shut as you did exactly what Tom had suggested. Completely coming undone from beneath him while you released as much of the tension from earlier as you possibly could but in the most amazing way. Your eyes rolled back into your head while your back arched as Tom’s tongue continued to work you up while you were at your highest point.

Letting out a breathy laugh as you started to come down from it, feeling Tom begin to kiss his way back up your stomach with a smug look, “Don’t give me that look,” you rolled your eyes at his cockiness as his tongue traced along your neck, “I could do what you just did to myself, you know,” you tried to knock him off his high horse a bit while he pretended to be wounded from your words.

“Ah, but you didn’t. Did you?” Tom reminded you as his lips found yours. His hands still in between your thighs as he brought them between you both, showing you his coated fingers while he tasted you off of them, “Tastes like I made you cum because you wanted me to,” his smugness only elevated as he pushed himself off of you as he laid on his back on your bed.

“Need I remind you that you came to my place like a porno with a pizza looking to get laid,” you retaliated as you shifted so you were now hovering over him. Your hands guiding towards his belt buckle to get him out of his restraintive pants. The pleading look on his face made you just as smug, “Sounds like you want me to do just about the same thing, am I right or am I right?” you sang in his ear.

Tom helped you get the rest of his pants and boxers off, feeling himself spring out as he stared back at you with uncertainty, “Did you...just call me a porn star?” he questioned as the two of you let out a laugh.

“You wish, Tommy,” you teased as you ran your tongue down his abs, placing small and open kisses against his stomach as you made your way down to his legs while your hand carefully gripped his hardened length, your thumb running the pre-cum around his tip while you already heard him gasping for you.

Gripping your bedsheets with one hand, Tom reached around to create a makeshift ponytail to hold your hair. Cussing under his breath as he watched your mouth wrap around his tip, swirling your tongue around it while your eyes searched for his. He was really trying to hold it together but you were already driving him crazy.

“Let’s see what you got, Y/N,” Tom challenged you with a heavy breath as he tightened his grip around your hair, “Sometimes, girls think they know exactly what to do but-OH FUCK!” 

His words were lost as soon as your mouth went straight down to his base. Suctioning as hard as you could before coming back up his cock painfully slow. Moaning your name as his chest began to heave, Tom felt his thighs start to quiver from under you. Even just watching the way you were working on him was enough to make him whimper right now.

“Fuck...okay, yeah I take that back,” Tom gasped as his nose crinkled up while his other hand white knuckled the sheets, “God, your mouth is fucking perfect. Why haven’t we done any of this shit before?” he was in such a fucked out haze, he wasn’t even sure if anything he was saying made any sense at all. But he felt his stress from earlier going away finally. Even if this was just a short state of bliss, he was grateful for it anyway.

“You really want me to answer that or would you just prefer me to keep sucking your dick?” you sassed while you kitten licked his tip. You watched from the end of the bed as Tom bucked his hips into your mouth to try and get more contact from your lips but you pulled away from him and just kept licking his tip.

God, you were good, Tom thought to himself.

‘K-keep going,” Tom finally breathed out, flinging his head against the pillow to brace for the impact.

Hollowing your cheeks, you pushed yourself all the way down his cock. Your tongue flicking the base in between as you began to feel him throb inside of your mouth. You could tell he was close so you moaned softly into his cock, watching as Tom shuddered from the sensation you just sent through him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Tom cried out, moaning your name as he rutted his hips into your mouth. His pupils blacked as he felt the heat rising in his body, “Shit...I’m gonna cum, Y/N,” he warned as you pulled away, running your hand down his shaft as he began to come undone for you.

His warmth spilled out into your hand and down his cock while he let go finally. The stress somewhat leaving his body as it did yours while the euphoric high peaked for him. Your lips crashed against his while his tongue parted your lips to find yours, tangling them together as he moaned against your mouth while riding out his high finally.

You waited for Tom to catch his breath before you smiled against his lips, placing a small peck against them as you pulled away with an even bigger grin, “Yeah, you’re welcome,” you gave him the same arrogant tone he gave to you moments earlier before you pecked his lips again.

After taking some time to get yourselves together mixed with the continuous fooling around underneath the sheets, you and Tom finally decided to get up and end the night. Even though he didn’t want to leave, he knew he probably shouldn’t overstay. Primarily, Tom was adamant about never spending the night at a girl’s place that he slept with. That made things complicated and he didn’t want complicated. But since you and him had rules to not make things messy, he wasn’t sure if that applied to you. For now, he wanted to play it safe so he got himself dressed again.

You pulled on an oversized t-shirt, realizing both of your hair looked a mess. Luckily you were already home and Tom was down the hall so it didn’t really matter. You wanted to say something to Tom, that you were thankful he came by tonight. You were thankful even before sex was on the table. It felt nice to have him as an ally to swing by with a pizza when he didn’t even know you needed that.

“...is it weird to say I’m glad you came by?” you gestured towards your bedroom while you walked with him out into the kitchen where the half eaten pizza was left, “I know we haven’t really made too many rules about it but…” you trailed off with a nervous laugh as you smiled at him awkwardly.

“Like we said, zero weirdness,” Tom reminded you as he padded his way over to you. He grabbed a leftover crust from the box and shoved it in his mouth, clearly starving already from the workout you had just given him. He smiled while he chewed lazily, his mouth still filled with pizza crumbs, “But I’m happy to come by when we have shit days...and make you cum as well,” he smirked deviously. 

The door opened as you smiled back, “Doesn’t have to be just bad days, you know. We could...screw whenever we feel like it,” you told him, hoping that it wasn’t too much.

“Did you just say screw?” he whipped his head towards you with a loud laugh.

“Alright then, I guess I’ll just leave you to the girls who leave you unsatisfied then,” you fought back.

Tom leaned against the door with his mouth gaped open, “They do not...leave me...unsatisfied?” he questioned himself, knowing that that was true, whether he wanted to admit it or not.

“Then why are you here?” you placed a hand on your hip, feeling the smile pulling at your lips while you messed around with him. You certainly weren’t in this mood earlier before Tom came around.

Pressing his lips together, Tom rolled his eye at you, “Fine...we can screw...whenever,” he leaned in closer to you with his eyes big as he mimicked your voice when you said it, “As long as we keep this thing strictly what we intended, you can use me whenever you need, Y/N,” and he meant it.

You didn’t back away when he sealed his words with a soft kiss, paired with his trademark grin. Tom pulled away slowly, taking in the moment as he wished you a goodnight quietly before kissing you against the cheek, “Like I said, best friend I ever had,” he said softly once again.

“Am I interrupting something?” A voice broke from behind the two of you. Both of your eyes widened towards each other as you both simultaneously pivoted your heads towards the staircase where the voice was coming from.

Tom closed his eyes with a groan, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to ignore Harrison staring at the two of you with a crooked grin. Making it known to Tom that explaining this was going to be a lot tougher than he had imagined.

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Kai Uses You As The Cult Training Dummy

Summary- Kai teaches Samuels and Harrison how to use a woman for their own sexual pleasure, and lets them practice on the reader, as their training dummy.

Warnings- Non con, bondage, implied drugging, rope, double penetration, anal, a slutty reader who likes anal without prep, threesome, sexual punishment, belting, spanking, abusive relationship, Kai Anderson.

Words- 4k

I mixed some Requests, this one covers:

Can you do a full Kai smut were he lets the cult members ‘use’ the fem reader? Love you. Yes! Love you too<3

I LOVE UR KAI FICScan u do a fic we’re Kai carves ‘slut’ into the readers stomach! Ooo also fem reader and the readers not into it!’ Great idea!

Hiii, Can you do a Kai Anderson imagine where he does a threesome with his girlfriend but he get pretty jealous 🤓 Yes girl! Sorry for the wait!

This one is hardcore! Don’t read unless you’re 18 and a complete simp for Kai Anderson! No, I do not take constructive criticism! Enjoy:)

Your eyes slowly open and you flicker them around the room, trying to figure out where you were. Only what feels like a few minutes ago, you were falling asleep happily cuddled to your boyfriend, and now you were in his basement, feeling slightly drowsy. You attempt to move your arms but tight rope around them restrains your every movement. You wriggle your whole body like a fish out of water but the knots all around your body rub against your soft skin and burn you. Trying not to panic, you look down at your body and notice the pink rope holding you in a hogtied state. Your arms were uncomfortably crossed behind your back, and your legs were bent at the sides of your stomach, completely held in place, showing off your bare pussy. Though the position was far from comfortable, you didn’t even know how much your body was about to go through. The absence of anybody else in the room fills you with worry and you try to scream out for help, but instead drool around the gag in your mouth. Your indecipherable noises are soon covered up by the sound of heavy boots walking down the stairs. You stop moving immediately and stay silent, hoping that Kai is coming to clear things up. The sound of footsteps from behind you get closer and louder as men approach you. But instead of Kai, you are greeted with Harrison and Samuels walking towards the end of the bed, and standing there casually. Soon enough, Kai joins them, incoming from the right side of the bed and standing at the end, continuing their conversation. You are flushed with embarrassment of being tied up in front of the other members of the Cult and you maniacally wriggle around the bed, hoping to catch their attention. But they continue to ignore you, Kai lecturing them and the two sheep carefully listening.

“As I’ve explained to both of you, energies between men are equal. If you’re going to have sex with a woman, you have to accept the energy drain, and regain the power they want to suck out of you”, Kai tells them, pretending to not even see you. “The best way to get power over a woman, is to give her what she wants, but under your circumstances, I’ll show you”. Harrison and Samuels nod and hum in approvement and suddenly, all three men look down at you. Their intimidating stature over your vulnerable body brings tears to your eyes. Though being ignored was bad, being the key focus to their game was much worse.

Kai slowly walks over to you and kneels on the bed. He looks you in the eyes and explains your purpose.

“I’m gonna teach the boys how to properly please a woman”.

He leans closer to you, and whispers to you, “And since you’re such an obedient girl”, making the other two men smile.

Kai looks over your body and slides his finger across the ropes on your chest before barking in your ear. “You’re going to be our training dummy”.

You look at him in disbelief and try to sit up off the bed, but the weight distribution and the tight ropes preventing you from doing so. Kai smirks at your helplessness and stands back up next to the guys. He clears his throat and looks at your pussy, before putting on his classic ‘leader’ tone of voice and motioning down to your exposed, naked body.

“First, you gotta slap the pussy a few times, to make sure it’s ready”. You look at Kai and nervously wait for him to do so, but instead, Harrison kneels on the edge of the bed, and puts his hand on your leg. Your entire body tenses and burns at the idea of other men touching you, especially in front of your boyfriend. You look at Harrison with a pleading look, but that encourages him to follow the master’s instructions. He looks at your pussy and closely inspects it, making you close your eyes in embarrassment. But the quick slaps on your pussy quickly wake you up and make you look up at the men, all smirking. Even without being told to, Samuels sits at the end of the bed and takes his turn slapping your pussy, but keeps his hard rigid, making the contact much harsher than Harrison’s. He gives you rhythmic slaps, making your legs twitch every time. When they’re satisfied with your response, they both look up at Kai, waiting for their next instruction. Kai remains stood at the end of the bed, watching you closely. His eyes focus more on you and how you take the slapping than the men doing it. He watches with his arms crossed and his hand in a loose first on his lips. When the lost puppies look up at him, he looks down at you and gives them the next step.

“Put a finger in, middle one”.

Samuels spits on his finger before putting it close to your entrance, but Kai hums in disapproval.

“Uh huh, let the bitch in front of you do all the dirty work”.

Samuels looks at you, and uses his finger to sweep up some saliva you drooled around the gag. You quickly try to turn your head away from him, but he manages to get some anyway, and he moves his hand from your face down to between your legs, some of your mixed spit dripping on your stomach. He lines up his finger with your entrance again, before looking up at Kai for quick approval. When Kai nods a single time, you are filled with terror and try to get away from Samuels hand on your leg, making him hesitate. Kai looks down at you, displeased, and simply states.

“This finger can go in other holes too”. The harsh and manipulative words instantly make you freeze, giving Samuels the gateway to pushing his whole middle finger inside you. His cold hands make you flinch slightly and makes your pussy clench unintentionally. Soon, you once again begin wriggling around the bed, hoping to escape his touch. Though both men in training were gay, the sight of you bound and whimpering pleased them both, making Harrison palm himself through his underwear. Samuels bites his lip at the feeling of being inside you and pulls his finger in and out a few times. Kai holds his arm to stop him, and kneels on the bed next to him, to show him what to do.

Kai puts up two fingers, and curls and straightens them repeatedly. Samuels adds another finger to you, and curls up in your pussy.

“You have to keep curling them and try to find the spot”.

Samuels furrows his eyebrows in concentration, and curls his long fingers inside you, digging around, clearly looking for an ‘on’ switch. He pushes his fingers in deeper and curls them harder, hoping to feel something specific.

“Am I doing it?”, Samuels whispers to Kai.

“Keep going, you’ll know”.

Samuels tightens his grip on your leg and curls his fingers vigorously, making the veins and muscles in his whole arm move. Suddenly, when Samuels’ fingers push roughly against your g-spot, you involuntarily twitch your legs and close your eyes. Samuels notices, and continues to finger bang the same sweet spot. You throw your head back and try your hardest to move your legs, desperate to close them. Samuels cocky smile fades but he continues working inside you, while Harrison, who’s closely watching, palming his hardening cock through his jeans, speaks up.

“I don’t think she likes it”, making Samuels nod in agreement.

Kai huffs and smirks down at you. “The pleasure is overwhelming her; she’s trying to get away because she can’t handle it”. You look at Kai with a pleading look, and continue flailing your whole body as best as you can, Samuels’ fingers rubbing against your g-spot harshly, the pleasure bordering pain. Kai looks at your pathetic expression and mockingly coos. “I’ll help you, darling”. Kai places his large hands on your abdomen and your other leg, spreading them as far as the rope allows, to allow Samuels to work on you. Though your heart and mind are aching to escape the situation, your pussy burns and drips all over his hand and bed. Kai watches you closely, and noticing the focused expression on your face, puts his hand on Samuels’ arm. When you whimper loudly and tightly shut your eyes, Kai pulls Samuels’ hand away, to prevent you from orgasming. You exhale deeply and try to catch your breath, which is difficult with the gag filling your mouth.

Not giving you time to recover, Samuels kneels up on the bed and keeps strict eye contact with you, undoing his belt. Your eyes widen and you look at Kai, furiously shaking your head and trying to close your legs, to no use. As Samuels undresses, Harrison slides his finger up your tingling slit and collects some wetness, making you shiver. He takes his own cock out and uses your release as lube, stroking himself, enjoying the view of your rigid body being fucked. Samuels gets close to your pussy, and pumps himself, looking down at you. Despite your whimpering protests, he thrusts his whole cock in, and puts his hands down on your tits. The quick thrust and cold touch makes you whine. He kneads them and squeezes them harshly, clearly having never touched a boob before. His rough touch makes your skin rub against the rope, burning it and leaving marks. After a few seconds of attacking your tits, he begins to thrust hard in and out of your dripping heat. Within a few movements, you relax and lay your head back gently, accepting your fate, grateful that his cock isn’t half as big as Kai’s. You tilt your head and look over at Kai, who watches, but unlike Harrison, who is now stroking himself silly, completely ignores his raging hard on. Kai suddenly jumps up on the bed next to you, and you continue to watch him until he puts his rough hands on the sides of your head. He turns your head to look straight forward, making you regain eye contact with the blond man stiffly fucking you.

“You gotta look her deep in the eye, tell her she’s your whore, bitches love that”, Kai says seductively, eager to hear Samuels talk dirty to you. But when he hesitates, mostly focused on how good your tight, clenching pussy feels, Kai looks at you. “Don’t they?”. The rhetorical question makes you whine loudly, all your pleas muffled by the damned gag. Harrison looks at Kai, who’s smirking at your noises, and asks, “Is that a yes? I can’t even tell-”. Kai looks up at Harrison with a serious expression, and widens his eyes as he talks. “It can be whatever you want it to be”.

Samuels dirty grunts and moans get louder, catching the attention of everybody else in the room. Kai smiles at him, and Samuels clenches his jaw. His grip on your tits gets even harder and his thrusts get sloppier.

“Can I cum inside her?”, Samuels asks through his gritted teeth. Kai turns your head to look at himself, and holds it tightly so you can’t move. “You want him to fill up that dirty pussy?”, he asks, annunciating his T’s and S’s so hard that he spits on you slightly. You desperately and repeatedly whine and whimper ‘No’ as best as you can, and Kai huffs and looks at Harrison.

“Sounds like she’s practically begging to be filled up, don’t you think?”, he asks. Harrison smirks and nods, touching himself faster. Within a few thrusts, Samuels throws his head back and releases in you.

“Fuuuuuuuuck”, he moans, rapidly thrusting in and out of you. Kai smiles at him proudly and gives him a single pat on the back. After a few more thrusts, he grabs the base of his cock and pulls out, before slapping it a few times on your clit, making you twitch. He stands back and strokes himself, hoping to stay hard for a little longer. You try to catch your breath after being railed, and you and Kai both look over at Harrison. You, with a begging silent plea to leave you alone, and Kai with a stern and dominant expression.

“Remember, she is only here as a toy for you. She will suck your energy out, so chose how you let her do it”. Harrison listens closely to his words, but wants to be reassured.

“Yeah yeah for sure… but like should I do the same as Sa-”

“Go to town, Harrison”. Kai interrupts, and looks at him. He gives him a nod of support and Harrison looks at you. You close your eyes, not prepared for more torture, but silently at least hoping that this time you can finish, after already being denied twice.

Harrison confidently comes up to you at the side of the bed, and flips you over. The unexpected action makes you gasp, and Harrison lays down next to you, then swiftly pulls you on top of him. The unwanted eye contact makes you cringe, but Harrison smirks, looking at the drool dripping from your mouth on his chest. Samuels looks at Kai and continues to stroke his still hard dick.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Kai silently looks over at Samuels, and he excitedly comes to you and kneels behind you. Harrison probes at your entrance, quickly filling you up and moaning as you clench around his thick cock. For the first time this evening, you hold back a soft moan at Harrison entering you, but relax slightly, hoping to cum this time. That is, before Samuels forcefully spreads your cheeks. You clench them in protest but that only makes Harrison moan louder. Samuels exhales in preparation, before slapping down both hands on your ass cheeks. You yelp and flinch, not expecting such harsh contact, and look over at Kai, who’s proud of Samuels for taking risks and using you. You put your head down on Harrisons shoulder in shame and hold your breath. Samuels spreads your reddening cheeks and spits on your asshole. Just as he’s about to grab his dick and push right inside, he remembers.

“Oh sorry, I forgot”. He says, before walking over to your face, and rubbing his dick in the drool from your gag. Kai watches smirking, his tongue grazing over his teeth, and he nods at his actions. When Samuels assumes the previous position behind you, without warning he pushes the tip of his dick inside your ass. You cry out at the stretch and resist the instinct to tense, knowing it will only hurt you and please them more. Harrisons cock is already filling you to the point of hitting your cervix, and with Samuels burying his slender dick deeper in your asshole, you are filled to the point of breaking. You try to stop holding your breath, and take short, pained gasps around your gag. When they’re both fully inside you, they moan in unison, and waste no time to start moving. They turns being inside you, so no matter how much you whimper, you always have at least one cock inside you.

When they develop a rhythm and both moan louder, their thrusts get sloppier. After a while, neither of them fully pulls out their cocks, instead moving them in and out within you, filling your insides fully. The feeling completely overwhelms you, but when Harrison scrapes past your previously attacked g-spot, a moan slips out from past your gag. The subtle sound makes both men smirk and go faster and probing you harder. The alternating rhythm of their cocks speeds up even more when they both approach orgasm. They moan and grunt loudly, sounding like they’re trying to overpass each other, and they both close your eyes. The loud noises filling the room make you tingle, and make it far easier to hide your impending orgasm. You manage to sneak in it quickly, as both men are at their loudest, both cumming at the same time and filling you up, both of their releases overflowing out of you, acting as lubricant. You close your eyes and quietly moan into Harrisons shoulder, him not noticing, being far too busy riding out his own high, and watching Samuels do the same. Samuels is the first one to pull out, clearly tired out from his past orgasm, and almost immediately gets dressed. Harrison fucks you a little longer, pulling and pushing the cum in and out of you, making it spill out of your pussy and on the bed. When he catches his breath, he stops moving and pushes you off him, laying on your back in the center of the bed. As he pulls his jeans up and loops the belt through his pants, he looks down at you, gasping for air and covered in sweat, and smiles in pride.

“Such a cum whore, dripping in our mixed cum”. Samuels chuckles and nods in approval and they both dress up fully, wiping their sweat and sighing.

After you catch your breath too, you look over at Kai, who’s completely tense standing at the edge of the bed, staring at you. He dismisses both men and their smiles drop, taking his instruction seriously and quickly running out of the basement. You’re left to look at Kai, who’s equally covered in sweat and equally as hard as the other men were.

“Did you forget I was here?”. He asks, slowly walking over to you. You don’t dare to take your eyes off him and watch his every step.

“Did you enjoy that?”. You shake your head, hoping he would never embarrass you again.

“Do you not think I can tell when you cum?”, he asks rhetorically, making you burn on the inside with guilt.

“Maybe those two clowns don’t know, but I do”.

His eyes flicker down at your body, slightly shaking, still trying to come down from your intense high. He takes his belt out of his pants and you moan softly at the sight, not being able to wait for Kai to fuck you restlessly.

“Just because I’m a good leader and I let my sheep use you for the night, doesn’t make you any less my possession”. You nod innocently, and Kai flips you over and pulls you to the middle of the bed. You look at him and wriggle in anticipation. But Kai never gets on the bed. Instead, he folds his belt in half and holds it in a tight grip.

“I think you need to be marked, and reminded who you’re made for”. You shut your eyes tightly and bite around your gag, ready to be punished. Kai clicks his fingers in front of your face, making you open your eyes and points to himself. You nod your head and mentally prepare to not take your eyes off him. He quickly whips the belt across your ass cheeks, and you yell around your gag, making Kai laugh.

“I need to hear you”. He takes out the gag and you move your stiff jaw around, making it crack. Kai gives you no time to settle and he belts you once again, making you open your mouth and yelp out in pain.

“I-I’m sorry”, you cry, but Kai looks at you and snaps, “Not good enough. I need more. Show me you know you belong to me”. Once the belt contacts your sore ass, you whimper out.

“Thank you for using me, Divine Ruler”. Though Kai’s stern expression doesn’t soften, he hums in approval. He belts your thighs, making you jump and scream louder. Tears overflow your eyes, and you wince out a few more words.

“It’s an honour to be yours, Divine Ruler”. With another smack, you cry out and hold your breath for a few seconds. Kai stares at you, waiting for you to thank him.

“I’m grateful to be y-your cum whore”.  

He nods and quickly belts your ass in the same sore spots as before. After a few harsh belts straight after one another, Kai stops and drops the belt on bed. You breathe deeply as you take the punishment, but Kai’s anger doesn’t dissolve, and he takes out a pocketknife. You look at him, terrified, but exhale in relief when he cuts the ropes holding you down. After a minute, once they are all cut, you shakily kneel up on the bed and stretch your body, instinctively rubbing the sore rope burns. Kai holds you by the shoulder and pushes you back down on the bed, on your back. He straddles you, and flicks your hard nipples, making you gasp. He looks down at the fingerprints bruised in your boobs from Samuels and he groans in anger.

“I called you a good girl at the start, didn’t I?”, he says, and you slowly nod, scared at Kai’s fury and the tight grip on the pocketknife in his hand.

“But clearly, I was wrong, you’re not a good girl. You know what you are?”. You stare at him blankly for a second and don’t dare to open your mouth to guess. He chuckles sarcastically and puts the silver blade to your stomach. Your eyes widen and tears continue to stream down your face. He puts his hand on your chest to hold you down as you shake in fear. He puts the blade to your stomach and slowly digs it in, making you lose it. You stop even trying to hold in your tears, and sob in pain as he carves sharp lines in your stomach. With every line, Kai pushes down on your chest more and you slowly struggle to breathe. Blood drips down your sides and soaks into the white bedsheets, and once he’s done, Kai stops leaning and sits up, proudly looking at what he did. You can’t stop sobbing and gently touch your stomach, and look at the blood covering your fingers. Kai tangles his fingers through your hair and pulls you up, making you sit and letting the blood drip down your thighs and down to your pussy. He pulls you away from the bed and walks with you as you drip blood, and it soaks into the beige carpet. He lets go of your hair, and grabs your arms on either side before leaning into your neck.

“I’m going to fuck you all night long. Both holes, since you like it so much”, he whispers seductively, making you shiver. You want to wipe your tears but after being fucked and carved, you barely have the strength to be on your own two feet. He walks over to the kitchen with you and continues whispering to you.

“I’m going to fuck you and give you as many loads as it takes, so that the only cum leaking out of you is mine”. You look over your shoulder at him, and he smiles widely, both of you now standing in front of the mirror. You look at yourself, covered in rope burns and your face dried with drool and tears. Kai has a strong grip on your arms, and looks you up and down in the mirror, before moaning softly at the sight. You feel blood dripping down your thighs all the way to the floor, and you look down at the stinging cut on your stomach. The sharp lines cover your entire stomach, with both dripping and drying blood, the word in clear display: SLUT.  

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Red - T. Holland Biker A.U.

Y/N was akin to the thick rev of a motorcycle engine. She had learned to ride when she was 5, against her mother’s wishes. Her daddy had set her on the seat in front of him and kept her encased in a bubble of safety between his arms as he led her hands to the throttle.

The feeling of the wind biting at her face that day was something she had permanently engrained into her mind.

She had started riding on her own at 10, getting her own bike at 16 when she got her learners permit.

She knew a motorcycle inside and out. She knew just how much to tilt the handlebars to perform the trickiest of drifts, she knew when to be gentle on the throttle and when to give the girl a bit of extra gas, and she knew how to pick apart the engine and fix almost any problem.

Being the daughter of the President of one of the biggest Charters of the Red-Back Motorcycle Club has its perks.

She had her own cut gifted to her when she turned 18, against her fathers wishes. She was an unofficial part of the club, as her dad wanted her away from the violence they faced daily.

Y/N regularly went against the wishes of her overprotective co-creator as she donned the leather vest regularly.

It was far smaller than the ones customed for the male members of the club, and the back part of the cut was a deep red, near burgundy colour. She felt at home whenever she inhaled the scent of the rough leather.

She donned it every time she was at work, as she practically ran the auto shop her family owned.

It was one of the many businesses owned by her Daddy’s club.

Everybody knew who she was. Everybody knew who owned the shop, and everybody knew who her father was.

She was near untouchable. If her dad found anybody getting too close to her, or any of his men looking at her in a certain way, he would ring their necks.

That thought did nothing to stop Tom.

His brown eyes barely tried to leave her form. His chest didn’t resist the constricting pressure that took over when her delicate laugh graced his ears.

He didn’t once try to stop the feelings that had grown for the Presidents daughter. The one woman that he knew he would never be able to have.

The one woman he was more than smitten with, that viewed him as just another Prospect in her Daddy’s club.

Even as he stood in the workstation of the autoshop, back pressed against the exposed brick wall as Harrison chatted his ear off about something he didn’t care about.

“I was considering getting her to spray some flames on the side of the body, but she convinced me it would be too tacky. She’s gonna do some airbrushing and give me something random,” Harrison explained around a mouthful of a cheeseburger.

Tom made a noise of agreement, head turned in the complete opposite direction to his best mate. Harrison rolled his blue eyes into the back of his head.

Tom loves going to the shop just so he could gaze at the woman he could never have, and Harrison hated being there with him. Trying to have a conversation was harder than biting off your own finger.

“But I’m thinking I’m going to leave the club and become an actor. Maybe a model. Mum always tells me that I could work it with this jawline.” Harrison rubbed his hand along his jaw, feeling some stubble beneath his fingertips as he eyed Tom still.

“That’s great man, happy for you,” he droned distractedly.

Tom watched as Y/N bopped her head to some music, dancing along to the beat of the song. She was idyllic. He could watch her for hours, and she knew so.

She reveled in the attention from the man that all of her friends would drool over. Harrison and Tom were the eye candy of the charter, but she had eyes for one. Tom was just another prospect, but he was also the only one to offer to help her out, bring her lunch on a long day, offer to take her home when it’s late. She wasn’t sure if her daddy had tasked him with the job, but the way his eyes followed her every move led her to believe it to be so.

She was enchanted, but he was just following orders she thought. She hadn’t yet picked out which man was tasked with the job: Harrison, or Tom. They were both always around. Her father was too over-protective. She had been watched by men he trusted for all of her life. Same with her mother and her little brother. He likes to protect the ones he loves, but it got far too much when she turned 21.

She ran a business, could fire any gun handed to her, take down a person twice her size and ride better than anybody in the charter, yet she was stuck in the auto shop all day because she would forever be under the thumb of her father.

She longed for rebellion. The taste of freedom and the adrenaline of defying the man who near commanded her whole life.

She had been far away from danger her whole life. She didn’t know what the club could get into, and she would never know. She hated the restrictions.

After a few hours, it was only Y/N and the two men at the back of the shop remaining. The others had began to trail outside, to their bikes, the clubhouse or their own homes. It warmed her heart to see how many of her fathers club members had a stable home to live in. A member of the red backs became a member of their family, and her Daddy for anything he could to get them safe and comfortable.

A dull popping sound echoed through the shop, it’s origin outside. She knew the sound as the distinct firing of a Glock. Many people had been able to get a hold of them through various fences. Specifically, the latest club to get a hold of them had been the Hell Hounds. A new club on the rise, looking to take over Red Back territory. Her father had been battling their less experienced president for nearly a month.

Her stomach dropped as the pops turned into louder bangs, followed by the sound of a glass bottle shattering and the bright eruption of flames in the entrance to the shop.

She turned to see Harrison in holster of his own weapon, but Tom didn’t move. His eyes stayed locked into her, proving that he was the rat sent by her father. She had half a mind to rough him up to prove a point to her old man. It would have to wait, she thought as yelling voices came nearer to the entrance of the room that was quickly filling with smoke after another Molotov had been thrown.

Y/N would be ready to cut somebody if her bike got ruined, and she was pulling a knife from her boot to make sure of that. However, a hand wrapped around her arm, twisting the limb and ripping a shriek from her throat at the unexpected pain.

Her face met the steel bench of her workstation and the stench of whiskey on the person behind her filled her senses. From what she would see, Harrison and Tom hadn’t noticed the intruder, or if they had, they were too preoccupied with the people advancing on the shop.

The steel was biting into her skin, no gun in sight per her fathers demanding rules - her heart sank further when she saw Harrison’s head connect with the ground.

Tom was still out of her sight, the man standing over her pressing a gun to the back of her head.

His cologne was as thick as the smoke billowing into the room. She choked on the stench, feeling hands on her hips spin her around to face her attacker. His eyes were a full blue, cold and lifeless. A smirk was on his lips and her stomach sank at the thought of what could happen next as his large hands clasped around her neck. Her already shallow breaths fell short, the pressure biting into her skin and her mouth gaping.

She pulled in a deep breath when she felt his hands slack slightly, but it was pushed back when the digits tightened once again around her wind pipe.

The smirk of the man widened, yellow teeth gazing back at her and the malice in his expression lighting the fury inside of her.

She did her best to reach him, grabbing for his hair, his ears, his skin, anything. He relented one hand to push her hand away as she struggled, still applying a bruising force to her throat. She managed to get a slight upper hand, using the opportunity when he moved to bat her hand away to sneak her limb in quickly and grasp his face. Her nails ripped up skin as she latched her hand onto his face, pushing her thumb into his eye socket as hard as she could.

The man screamed, gritting his teeth and pulling her up by her throat. Her head met the hard metal of her work bench a second later as he used his strength to throw her body down once again.

The edges of her vision spotted, and she struggled to turn her head to catch a glimpse of somebody else. Tom was standing from the ground when she caught his eye.

He was furious. Hair spread everywhere, sweat dripping from his brow as the room grew hotter by the second. The thick air had him panting, along with the exertion of fighting against the man who was now laying, bleeding on the floor of her shop. Two of the windows had been broken by Harrison, who stood with blood dripping from the back of his blond tresses. The air slowly began to filter out, but another man entered the room, swinging at Harrison with one of her wrenches.

Y/N could barely muster the strength to call for Tom. He was already on his way towards her before she could try. He had her knife in his hand, blood smeared on his chin from a punch that split his lip. Y/N barely knew the prospect, but she had never seen him so angry. So deadly.

The man was thrown off of her by the force of Tom’s body. The connection bowler her off of the bench, landing beside the men. Tom’s fists were throwing into the man, blood staining his knuckles as he went, knife forgotten.

Y/N sputtered, scratching at her neck as of to try and allow more air in as she sucked as much in as she could. She could feel the pressure of his hands still on her and it made her furious. Her body didn’t allow for such anger as she watched her vision slowly become focused. Her head was spinning, neck throbbing and stomach turning sick.

The loud bang of a gunshot echoed through her skull, ripping a scream from her hoarse throat as her ears rang. The sound was more than deafening.

The commotion was around her, water falling from the ceiling. It was a blur. The fire slowly dying down. The man laid on the ground with a knife sticking out of his throat, blood pooling around him. Her fathers kind face looming over her as he lifted her away from the dead man. Tom lying motionless on the ground, red liquid staining his white shirt and the floor underneath his stomach.

Then all black.

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Less Than Lavender (2017)

Every one of the boys on my team had gotten new helmets this year except for me. Mine was grass stained, scratched, its stickers peeled off the back. The white with its blue stripes had faded from the sunlight. It smelled a bit, but that only bothered my mom. None of my teammates had said anything about my old helmet to my face, but I knew they would talk about after practice once I had ridden my bike home and while they waited for their moms or dads or older siblings to come pick them up. And they did talk about it. Harrison told me that night at our sleepover while we were brushing our teeth. He said it then because he knew he’d be hard to understand him with a mouth full of toothbrush and toothpaste. We dropped the subject as soon as he brought it up, which was fine with me.

“What do you think of that girl?” Harrison asked me as we sat on my bedroom floor that night. I started shuffling the deck of cards in my hands.

“That new girl on our team?” I asked.

“Yeah, duh. I think her name’s Jude.” I couldn’t remember her name, but I knew it wasn’t Jude. Maybe it was. Truly, I couldn’t remember.

“Don’t know yet.” I shrugged and dealt the cards out, four to each of us. “Kind of weird that she’s on a football team, I think.”

“Yeah.”

“Is there not a girls’ team?” I asked. Harrison shrugged.

“You got any threes?” I looked down at my cards and shook my head.

“Go fish. You got any Jacks?” He groaned and handed me two of them. It went back and forth until we heard someone coming up the stairs to my room and we jumped into the bed. Lights were still on and we were stifling a laugh. After my mom peaked into the room and turned off the overhead light, we sat up and played more cards. It must have been so late, like a ten o’clock kind of late. Some crazy Friday night idea. The next morning I could hardly get out of bed, I could hardly make it to football practice.

——

Harrison was the type of kid who was picked on alot, but kind of for no reason. Some boys on our football team made fun of his weight, other boys made fun of his red hair or his bad grades or his very, very slight lisp. But even though I didn’t mind him at all, I still made it a secret that he was my best friend. On Saturday mornings after our usual sleepover, I’d tell him to race me to practice by going down a different street. I’d always get there first; he would arrive a few minutes later out of breath and throw his bike on the ground.

He was the first boy on the team to reach out to the girl. After practice, he’d tell me what he’d learned about her that day to dilute any rumors. Like her name was Lavender even though her favorite color was yellow. And apparently Lavender thanked Harrison when he didn’t say stuff along the lines of yellow is a boy color. He let her be, and it worked out.

He invited me to the park with them sometimes. We’d all sit underneath the trees around the playground or sometimes at the picnic benches. Lavender would point out weird things younger kids did and laughed at teenage babysitters who ran after babies. Harrison would butt in every once in awhile, attempting to say something funny. It didn’t work. He only got glares from Lavender in the end, putting him in his place. She ran us all. And even though I would usually intervene at times like that, I never did. Afterall, her ranking was far above me. She ran faster during football practice. She beat me when we raced bikes. I blamed it on how small she was; she was more aerodynamic, I guess. But sometimes I just let her win.

——

“So, what do you think of a girl being on our football team, Jimi?” I turned my head to see Paul walking faster to catch up with me. “I think it’s weird.”

“Huh. Doesn’t bother me too much,” I responded. He nodded and said he agreed. That usually happened. Because I was a little older than the other boys, I was a decision maker for them.I could probably tell them I believed the color blue didn’t exist, and they’d agree. Ahead of us was some of the team heading towards their treehouse. Ever since Harrison had been hanging out with Lavender than with me, I was going to their meetings together.

“I heard David’s gonna try to get her off the team,” Paul said. We got to the bottom of the tree and I began climbing up the flimsy ladder. I told him that wouldn’t happen.

But as soon as the last boys entered the tree house, David pulled the curtain that worked as a door and stood at the front of the treehouse. He held his chin up so high that I could hardly see his eyes. His shaggy hair fell to the sides of his round face, the same style of hair every boy in the room had, including me.

“Today we have some important stuff to discuss,” he announced. Out of his pocket he pulled a crumpled piece of paper. He read, “the new football team, I think, needs some mending. Can we all agree?” Everybody nodded.

“Jude needs to go!” somebody shouted. Lavender. It was Lavender. How the name got to Jude was a mystery to me. But everybody around me nodded.

The rest of the “meeting” went on like that, making plans on how they could all make the team boys only again. After about ten minutes, we side-tracked and started making game plans that would never be approved by Coach. When David’s mom yelled up to treehouse that dinner was ready, we all agreed on coming back next Friday (as we usually did) and left.

——

“Let’s go somewhere else,” Lavender said. She stood up and brushed dirt off her skirt. As she strutted to her bicycle, her ponytail bounced back and forth. Harrison groaned and pushed himself off the ground; I had him help me up.

He asked where we would go, and she yelled The treehouse! and took off on her neon pink bike.

I don’t think I ever rode a bike any faster. Trying to keep up with her, yelling No! You’re not allowed there! until I was out of breath and just followed. Lavender only stopped when we got to the tree trunk. She dropped her bike, and I did the same, breathing too heavily. I followed her up the rope ladder, through the curtain door, into the elaborate treehouse. When she took a seat on the floor, I stood above her.

“You’re not allowed in the treehouse,” I said, my arms crossed over my chest. She shrugged.

“Is anybody else here?” she asked mockingly. I shook my head, but obviously no one was in the room with us. “Then it doesn’t concern me, Jimi.” She took out her ponytail and tied her hair back up again. We didn’t acknowledge the fact that Harrison hadn’t come with us. At least he knew that he wasn’t allowed in the treehouse. Not that I truly cared about the place, but I surely didn’t want to betray David. He was harsh about his rules.

Lavender started talking about Mrs. Holly’s science class as she messed with her hair more. How they collected bugs for extra credit, took fire to some powdery stuff that smelled awful, planted flowers in the school playground. On Mondays, she said, they did fun things like that. But I had a different science teacher, one that didn’t let our class collect bugs.

“That sucks,” she mumbled. I never heard a girl say that before, and I cringed.

She laughed and took off her shoes. “But do you know what really sucks?” she asked, almost mocking me. “The fact I can’t play football again next year. Coach said he didn’t want me to get hurt because we’ll be in sixth grade next year and you boys will be too strong. I don’t think he knows that I beat David in an arm wrestling competition and-”

Suddenly, David bursted into the treehouse. We didn’t even hear him climb up the ladder.

“Hey! Get out of here!” he yelled.

He grabbed me by my elbows with the help of another boy and threw me out the curtain door. Actually threw me from six feet above the ground. That sucked. And they did the same to Lavender. Repeatedly she shouted Get off me! Get off me! Get off me! until they threw out of the door too. Her body made a loud thud as it slammed against the dirt. All I saw after that was her stand right back up, climb the ladder, and burst back into the treehouse. Through the open curtain, I saw her send a punch straight to David’s face and spit on his feet.

“I can’t believe you,” she mumbled. I could hardly make out the words from outside the treehouse. David was silent. She continued, “actually throwing us out from up here. You’re disgusting, David.”

She went right back down the ladder, helped me up, and got on her bike. That was Lavender. Some sort of immortal girl.

——

David asked me to come back to his meetings only two weeks later. And surprisingly, he also invited Harrison. The Saturday after he asked me I went. Nothing was said about being thrown out of the treehouse, but I made sure he saw my color changing bruises and sprained wrist. Maybe it made him hurt a bit, too. The meeting went the same as all the other ones. David held his chin unreasonably high and occasionally blew the hair out of his face. He announced that Lavender was off the team for the next year and the boys around me cheered; he made sure that his dad would do that, as he was the coach’s son.

“I think she should stay on the team,” I said, staring David down. Harrison quickly turned towards me shaking his head. “She’s a fast runner and has made a few touchdowns.”

“Somebody’s got a crush on the football girl, huh?” David asked, not necessarily to me I didn’t think. A few boys nodded in agreement and chuckled.

“No.” My cheeks got hot.

“Prove it.”

“How?”

David paused for a second.

“Destroy her fort!” somebody called. I turned around to see Paul with his hand in the air and a smirk on his face. His curly blond hair seemed to stick out in all directions that day.

Lavender had a fort made of small, fallen trees in the woods behind her house that only her older brother, Harrison, and I could hide out in. It was covered with a tarp so she could stay in it even when it rained. A yellow sign hung above the entrance that read Get out!!!!!!!!! in her loopy cursive.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked.

“Everything,” David told me.

——

Some of David’s friends followed me and Harrison to the fort that night after we all had dinner at home. It could only be found in the vast woods if we followed the trees with yellow spray painted stars on them. When we reached the fort, the boys immediately took to destroying it. Harrison and I, however, stood to the side.

The sunset painted a bright red behind the shadowed trees. Everything was silent except for a few birds and the sound of the boys pacing on the forest floor and kicking in the fort, stepping on leaves and pinecones and twigs, cracking wood. I stood there unmoving.

“What, are you a wimp, Jimi?” David yelled over to me from the other side of the fort. He saw I wasn’t destroying the fort with them. “You in love with Lavender?” A few of the boys chuckled. I felt my cheeks get hot and was thankful for the darkness. But David stalked over and pushed me towards the fort. My shoulders burned, still bruised from the fall. I knew what he wanted me to do.

So I did it. I drew my leg back and kicked the fort in. The large branch that had supported the leaning, toppling over fort snapped and almost the entire place fell in. Only a couple of branches still stood. It echoed throughout the woods and I could feel the crash inside of me.

“What are you doing?” I turned around to Lavender who had just come out from behind a group of trees. Harrison must have gotten her to come. The woods were lit up only by the boys’ flashlights. Shadows of branches made Lavender look scary. And it was a pretty good portrayal of her at that moment. She stomped completely past me with her arms crossed.

For the second time (and not the last), I watched as she landed a perfect punch on David. His nose, this time. The only evidence of blood was the black dripping down his nose, down his lips, off his chin, onto the dirt below.

“That was my fort. And he’s my friend,” she spat, pointing at me. David grabbed his nose and, with his other hand, made an awful attempt at punching her. A complete miss. “Don’t you know you can’t hit girls?” One of the boys behind him ran off, and the others followed. Harrison sulked off in the opposite direction.

As I walked back to Lavender’s house with her once everyone had gone, I felt kind of like a wimp. After all, I hadn’t ever swung a single punch at David. Lavender had done all that fighting for me, leaving me bloodless. Not exactly the type of Jimi I thought I was.

I guess what I really was as a boy was a treehouse. Or a fort in the woods. Something people just sort of made for no reason at all, using it on weekends. Mostly, though, I was less of a fighter than Lavender was. Never threw that punch. Only took too many of them. Hardly stood up for the things I should have been breaking kids�� noses over.

When we reached the edge of the woods, she kissed my cheek. Only I blushed, though. Maybe she did it out of pity for me; we both knew I’d be teased about her for ages and the guilt I would feel for years for destroying her secret fort. Before we parted, she handed me my bike off of the ground.

“Thanks,” I said. Once I got on my bike, I balanced myself on my tiptoes and waved goodbye. She gave me a weak smile, wiped her bloody knuckles on the end of her skirt, and walked off towards her house.

[once-upon-a-storyy]

Only For You- T.H. (3.5)

Summary: Tom and wife Y/N are the new leaders of the London Mob. They run a tight ship, and don’t take no for an answer; however, Y/N has gotten a bit careless with her missions. Will a simple mistake cost her family their legacy? Everything they’ve built? Everyone knows if they want to get to Tom, to get to the wife first. So, what happens when Y/N gets kidnapped by a rivaling mobster looking to take down the Hollands?

Paring: Mob!Tom x Fem!Reader

Warnings: minor violence, angst

A/N: Okay so after much thought and talking with @justsomesmalltowngirl the executive decision was made to do a half chapter. I’m pretty sure y’all are going to be coming after me with pitchforks and torches after these next two chapters!! Also, italics are flashbacks.

Word count: 1,392

One // Two // Three 

Y/N cowered against the wall, tears streaming down her red tinted cheeks. Her breathing was ragged after spending the past hour running. One hand clutched her stomach, the other rested against the wall she leaned on. She could hear them yelling in the distance, a soft moan leaving her lips. Her feet throbbed, running in heels had never been her strong suit. Gulping one last breath of oxygen, she pushed off the wall, sprinting to the river, her H/C hair blowing in her face, obscuring her vision. She wasn’t thinking straight, all she could think about was getting away from him. He couldn’t catch her. She’d be dead if he did. “Just keep moving, you’re okay, you’re okay,” she mumbled over and over, willing it to be true. One hand lay flat against her belly, rubbing soothing circles on the incredibly small bump. 

“You can run, Y/N, but I assure you, I will find you, and when I do,” she could hear the dark chuckle leaving his mouth, “No one will be safe!” She shuddered at his voice, ducking into an abandoned house, desperately trying to catch her breath. 

“Well, well, well,” Tom smirked, eyeing the young lady walking to his table. He knew her well, her reputation had preceded her. “If it isn’t Miss Y/N,” his tone held a small amount of mockery in it. 

The girl glared at him, tugging at the edges of her red, sequined dress. The strapless dress clung to her curves, stopping at her upper thigh, leaving little to the imagination. “Shut up Tom,” she growled, her E/C eyes glaring at him. 

He tsked, shaking his head, “That’s no way to treat a gentleman, Y/N,” his smirk grew, having way too much fun messing with her.

Y/N sighed, refraining from rolling her eyes, “Yeah, well, this is no way to treat a lady,” she cocked a hip, folding her arms over her chest.

A hearty laugh left Tom’s mouth, followed by his brothers and Harrison. The oldest Holland shook his head, swirling his beer, “Oh Y/N, I think we can all agree that you’re no lady,” he winked, taking a sip of his beer. Her cheeks flushed at the dig to her reputation. He eyed her, taking in her full appearance, “Now, why don’t you tell me why you’re really here?” He raised a brow, “We both know you’re not one for pleasantries,” he cocked his head to the side.

Y/N sighed, running a hand through her H/C hair, “I need help,” she grumbled.

Tom’s smirk took over his entire face, “Do you now?” He took another swig of his beer, “The infamous Y/N Y/L/N needing my help,” he turned to the boys seated at his table, “Can you believe it, boys?” They shook their heads, sporting smirks of their own. 

Y/N glared at the boys, “Shut up,” she spat.

“That’s no way to talk to someone you need help from, now is it darling?”

“I apologize, Mr. Holland,” she nearly gagged.

Tom’s lips twitched, “That’s better love,” he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table, “Now, what is it you need?” A raised brow.

She sighed, her gaze dropping instantly, “I need a place to stay. One I’ll be safe,” her words were soft, pleading, something Tom and his boys weren’t used to hearing from the young mobster.

“You’re seeking refuge?” Tom’s brows raised in shock, sucking in a breath.

“Yes,” her answer was quick, her gaze not meeting any of theirs. Harrison, Harry, and Sam gazed at her questioningly, wondering what the mobster had done to need such a huge favor from their boss.

“What could you possibly have done to need a favor of this magnitude?” Tom asked though it was more to himself.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, “I don’t want to talk about it,” she huffed, “Are you going to help me or just waste my time?” She looked him over skeptically, not fully trusting the mobster in front of her.

Tom mulled the thought over, lips pursed. After a moment, “I’ll help you,” he caught her gaze, “One month. That’s it.” His eyes searched hers, making sure she understood. She nodded once, sliding into the other side of the booth next to Harry. “Good,” Tom leaned back in his seat, calling a waiter over.

It didn’t take long at all. Within the first couple of weeks, Tom had slowly started falling for the girl. There was something about her that captivated him, left him wanting more. She was unlike every other girl he’d met, and he couldn’t get enough of her. She was nothing like the picture her reputation had painted her, at least, not that Tom could see. He’d been extremely wary in the beginning, keeping a close eye on her at all times, but over time, he loosened the reins. 

“Are you going to tell her?” Harrison had asked one day.

Tom’s brows furrowed, gaze staying on the papers in front of him, “Tell who what Harrison?” Though he knew exactly what Harrison was getting at. Y/N’s time at the mansion was dwindling, and anybody could see how in love the two of them were, though neither would admit it.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about mate,” Harrison sighed, flopping into a seat, “Are you going to tell Y/N that you’re madly in love with her?” He was genuinely curious. Tom had been acting differently over the last couple of weeks, it was a good different, and Harrison wanted it to stay.

“Don’t be a div, Harrison,” Tom glanced at his friend, “Of course I’m going to tell her,” he sat back in his chair. Harrison’s eyes widened, not expecting that answer. “I have it all planned out,” there was a gloss over Tom’s eyes, and his face lit up when he talked about her. 

“I...honestly didn’t expect this,” Harrison laughed, running a hand through his blond curls.

Tom shook his head, a ghost of a smile gracing his features, “Me either mate,” he chuckled softly.

Y/N walked around the grounds of Tom’s mansion, lost in her head. Her time was running out, and she had no idea what would happen to her. Over the course of her time living with Tom, she’d started to catch major feelings, and it scared her. How could she do this to him? He had enough on his plate without her adding her mess to it. She bit her lip, eyebrows pinched in worry. “Y/N,” the cold voice froze her. Her E/C eyes widened.

“How, how did, how did you find me,” she stuttered, staying completely still.

The man laughed, shaking his head, “How could I not? You weren’t exactly stealthy with the entire situation,” he gestured to the sprawling hills, though he knew she couldn’t see him. Slowly, he circled her, moving to stand directly in front of her. “I told you,” he moved her chin up with his finger, grinning madly, “You can run, but I would find you,” his voice sent shivers through her spine, instinctively she wrapped her arms around her stomach. He noticed, his smirk growing, “If you want to see your daughter again,” his free hand moved over hers, making her feel disgusting, “You’ll do exactly as I say,” he stared her down, his black eyes carrying silent threats, “Do you understand?”

Y/N gulped, her eyes wide. “Y-yes, yes, I, I understand,” she nodded, his calloused fingers rubbing against her chin. “I understand Dave,” she held back the urge to spit his name, knowing it would only put her in more danger in the end. 

He smirked, throwing her chin, stepping away from her, “Good,” he tugged his gloves on, “I’ll be contacting you shortly, for now,” he gazed back to the house, “Continue what you’re doing to keep that boy in love with you,” the glint in his eyes scared Y/N, but she nodded nonetheless. He looked back at her, giving her a hard stare, “Good,” he nodded once, turning to leave, “See you around, Y/N,” he smirked before disappearing into the woods, leaving her shaking figure there. The tears that had built up over the course of the interaction, fell furiously, her body raking with sobs.

Taglist: @all-american-fangirl @heavenly---holland @justsomesmalltowngirl

[thedevildinosaur]

Harriscofest2017: Harriso Touch Progression

Harrison courts Cisco with soft touches. He doesn't know if Cisco is aware he's being courted, but all the same he resolves to be slow, to be good, behave himself. He doesn't push so much as invite reciprocation. There was a time when he could make Cisco flinch without even touching him; though there have been a thousand silent apologies since, Harrison’s instinct is still to avoid rushing Cisco too suddenly, too aggressively.

It begins with painfully casual contact. Hands brushing as they reach for the same tool; knees bumping as they work at the same desk. Cisco slowly relaxes away from the ghosts, Thawne and HR, and turns more and more into Harrison’s personal space.

So he escalates. A hand on Cisco’s shoulder, held until Cisco meets his eyes. Harrison is usually the first to break eye contact, but that's how he's always been. This is enough. Cisco smiles at him freely and more often, the sly smirks and the sunshine-radiant grins.

Harrison has to gather his nerve for a more prolonged touch. The first and so far only time he's ever hugged Cisco, he came close to holding tight and never letting go; but he spent the rest of that day wanting to crawl out of his skin and leave it and Cisco’s scent far behind.

That doesn't matter now, he's ready for more.

One arm drapes over Cisco’s shoulders while they're standing in front of the markerboard. Cisco trails off in the middle of a sentence, long enough for Harrison to regret his decision. Before he pulls away, Cisco picks up his trail of thought like nothing is wrong. Harrison is left standing stiff against Cisco’s side. Where should his hand be? On the shoulder or hanging off? Is his arm too tight?

He's held on for too long, since his arm is starting to tingle. Stubbornness has set in, fought and won against awkwardness, and now refuses to let him relax until Cisco acknowledges what they're doing.

Cisco does, eventually, with a huff of a laugh and a sharp elbow under Harrison’s ribs. “Dude, seriously, you need to chill.” He caps the marker and sets it aside, easing away from Harrison without going too far.

Harrison drops his arm gratefully but says, “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Whatever. Wanna grab lunch? I'm starving. I could murder at least two burgers, three if I'm feeling competitive.”

“Competitive?” Harrison asks.

Cisco directs a pointed look down. “Jesse calls your stomach the black hole.”

“Jesse can't talk.”

“Jesse is a speedster. What's your excuse?”

Progress grinds to a halt after that. Harrison can't think of any way to move beyond resting his hand on Cisco’s shoulder. Occasionally, if he's feeling brave--or intrusive--he’ll lean a little closer, get a better whiff of Cisco’s shampoo. Cisco smiles at him, but he can't know what's on Harrison’s mind

If only Cisco would reciprocate. If he would just--just nudge at Harrison’s boundaries as cautiously as Harrison does at his.

One thought that he frequently entertains during this courtship: he should have started sooner. Before HR, before HR died. He could have been bolder. He could have pushed farther, without worrying that Cisco can only respond to HR’s ghost and not to Harrison himself.

There comes a day when Cisco is tired, stretched thin in too many directions, fraying at the edges. Harrison catches him with his hands braced on the edge of the desk, hair falling into his eyes.

Harrison moves before he can stop himself--well, that's a lie, he can stop at any time, he just doesn't want to--and goes to Cisco, stands close. He tucks a few loose strands of hair behind Cisco’s ear. His hair is soft, his cheek is soft, his ear is soft, Harrison is reduced to shrieking redundancy in the privacy of his own head.

Cisco looks up, turning his face into the palm of Harrison’s hand. It's a soft smile that lights up his face (stop thinking soft, Harrison, but no matter how many times Harrison tells himself this, he can't stop). “Hey, you,” Cisco says.

“Hey.” Harrison clears his throat. “Anything I can do?”

“To me?” Soft (stop) brown eyes glisten in amusement and Harrison quickly drops his gaze.

“To help,” Harrison clarifies. He withdraws his hand, but Cisco catches him by the wrist and hangs on.

“What do you wanna do?” Cisco just has to be annoying.

“Help you,” Harrison says, like it's obvious.

“Jackass. I meant in general.”

“...help you.” Harrison can't think of any other general goal he has. Protect Jesse, woo Cisco, but neither of those need to be said out loud in this moment.

“Jack. Ass. God, I've been talking to Cindy too much.” Cisco let's Harrison go, sweeps his hair back in a motion he's done hundreds of times. It's just as eye-catching as the first time Harrison saw him do it. “Can we have a moment of complete honesty here? All I'm asking, from one interested guy to maybe another, is do you wanna kiss me?”

The question sparks an exchange of looks: hard blink and raised eyebrows from Harrison, faux-confident shrug from Cisco. “Yeah, I said it. I got nothin’ to hide.” Cisco is looking less and less sure.

Harrison surges forward, but stops himself a few inches from his goal. “Are you sure?”

Cisco looks ridiculous with his lips pursed prematurely, ready for more and disappointed. “Wha--yes?”

“You haven't,” Harrison keeps talking, watches himself tearing up the opportunity he's been given. His voice is gravel, crushed and rough. “Been responding. To me. You haven't reached back.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, hold the phone.” Cisco’s hand lands squarely on Harrison’s chest. He pushes forward, forcing Harry back, step by step and word by word. “You hate touching people. You rarely wanna get anywhere near anybody, so I was waiting for you--but you were waiting for… No one has ever, in my life, waited on me to make the first move.”

“I know this face is complicated for you,” Harrison begins. He doesn't finish, because even he knows that's a stupid excuse. Cisco once told him that there was only one Harry. Maybe it's time he listened.

“You know what's complicated, Harry?” Cisco is smiling, because he has Harrison backed into and on a desk. “Trying to read your mind. You gotta open up more.”

“I thought you’d appreciate slow,” Harrison says. Cisco’s hand rests against his chest, light, fingertips five points of heat and pressure that Harrison leans into. It’s enough to make him feel rooted to Cisco, tied irrevocably into Cisco’s orbit.

“But I work with the Flash.” That’s the cutesy answer. Cisco appears to second-guess himself. “And going slow is for people who don’t already know each other well.” That’s the practical answer. But Cisco, true to form, has to keep amending his words until they match what he really wants to say. Harrison finds that endearing, though he’d never admit. “And your slow is glacial and I’ve been ready to jump your bones for a while? So--”

“Kiss me,” Harrison says.

Cisco’s hand knots in Harrison’s shirt and jerks him down, where his mouth is in easy reach of a hard kiss. Harrison inwardly cracks with relief. A knot of anxiety formed around his desire to touch Cisco, kept him from trying too much. He didn’t know until Cisco reached in and plucked it loose. Now he's sighing into Cisco’s mouth.

Too much pressure is released in that first kiss that Harrison can't even enjoy it. “Do that again,” he says against Cisco’s--yes, all right--soft mouth.

“Sure.” Their second kiss recalls all the gentleness Harrison started with, all his resolve to be slow and good with Cisco. Harrison spreads his legs so Cisco can slide closer. Cisco does, stands warm and solid and braced between Harrison’s thighs.

“You wanted to help?” Cisco says, barely a whisper between them. “I've been under a lot of stress lately. Sure could use a friend, who is also a boy, who shares similar interests and eats out with me a lot, to help relieve some of that stress.”

“That's me,” Harrison says.

“One could almost call him a boyfriend, if I kiss him enough.”

“That's me?” He smirks at Cisco’s incredulous look. “I know what you mean. I'm not a boy. I did say I wanted to help you.”

“And I let you know where the help was needed.” Hope rises in Cisco’s voice.

“I'm willing to meet the demand.” Harrison isn't bothered by this. Cisco is so close, and Harrison is still fine. They both are, touching and being touched, no ghosts between them.