#harr fic

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Another One?

Type - A One-Shot!

Verse - Model!Harry x Fashion Designer!y/n

Word Count - 4k (she's a thick one y'all)

Warnings - A little bit of crying (subrry), cursing and well, smut.

A/N - Damn, this is the second longest smut piece I've ever written!

Kinks - Dry Humping, Mirror Sex, Mommy Kink, Over Stimulation.

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It was a formal get-together organized by a friendly colleague of Y/n's. "I've met some new professionals, and I think it's going to be helpful for the newbies to make some connections," she had told Y/n while they were having lunch together. Y/n had only appreciated her idea in response, saying that she too would love to chat with them.

When it came to the decision of a 'plus-one', everyone knew she was going to bring Harry. After all, it had almost been a year since they went public with their relationship. The party was formal, but it was held on the rooftop of a restaurant so everyone had settled on dressing up pretty casually.

Most men were seen wearing button-down shirts with pants or jeans, and women were mostly in flowy dresses. And Y/n was one of them – wearing a one piece long-maxi dress. Its sleeves came right till her elbow, the shoulders were puffed. It was plain black in colour and she had worn her platinum jewelry and white heels at the end. To match her Harry was wearing a shirt that faded from white on the top, to black at the bottom. Shedding leaves were patterned on the shirt, and he had styled it with a pair of retro-black jeans – tying the outfit together by wearing some black Converse that had white stripes on them.

She had french-twisted her bun, and Harry had his hair tousled to the side. They had left the house with Harry trying to seduce Y/n into a quickie, and Y/n sliding her hands on his chest, and leaning in to promise in his ear that she'd reward him if he'd be good for her at the party.

Both of them knew that she didn't need to tell him that – he knew his way around at any gathering. But, just out of habit, Y/n had radiated some dominance and almost called him a good boy. Which led to Harry's mind being in a frenzy all night.

They talked to people together, Harry's hand on her lower back as his thumb rubbed against her clothed-skin. As the time passed, Y/n had fled away from him and was chatting with other people while he was stuck in a group of men who he had no interest in talking with.

He was, at the end of the day, an introverted guy. Sure he walked on runways for the biggest of brands, for the millions of people to watch but he just couldn't shed down the shyness of his personality. And, y/n loved that.

He was an introvert, she was an extrovert so they balanced each other out perfectly. But a lot of the times she felt like she was leaving Harry out, abandoning him whenever they went out with many people. But Harry swore he wasn't bothered by it, well, most of the time he wasn't. But tonight wasn't like the most and he was very bothered by all of these people around him. He just wanted to be alone with his girlfriend, but he knew that she wouldn't want to leave this party due to the 'important' people that were here.

So, he excused himself out of the group chat and beelined his way to Y/n, who was clearly faking a laugh. "Hi," he mumbled as he kissed her jaw, his hand immediately sneaking around her waist. He needed to be touching her to stay calm or he would surely lose his mind by all of this overwhelmness.

"Hi," she genuinely smiled back at him, kissing his cheek in return. "Meet Harry, my boyfriend," she introduced him to the lady she was talking to. "Harry, this is Ms. Holly, an expert-tailor for Gucci," she said regarding the lady.

Holly extended her arm to shake hands with him. Harry dreaded having to touch anyone else, but out of politeness, he did. "Of course I know him!" She exclaimed and then added a brag, "the world renowned model – Harry Styles." She wasn't really exaggerating, it was true – still a blush creeped up Harry's neck as he mumbled a small 'thank you'. She turned her head at the call of her name and muttered, "it was very nice to meet you guys," with a wide smile before walking away.

Harry, on the other hand, was getting impatient. He did not want to be near anyone else but Y/n right now. "How long is it going to take?" Was the first thing Harry asked her, moving closer to her so that their bodies were touching.

"I think we'll be having dinner soon, and should leave after that. Why?" She asked him, wrapping her hand around his bicep. "Is something wrong?" She continued when his eyes flicked away from hers.

"No, everything's fine. Just wanna go home," he muttered lowly, suddenly remembering that there were people around who had caused him to straighten his back.

Y/n understood just then that he wasn't feeling it tonight. She knew it could be hard to socialize sometimes, especially as an introvert. And, over time she had realized that Harry wasn't quick to voice his discomfort in public until he was feeling too overwhelmed.

"Okay, let's just bid our goodbyes quickly," she said, kissing his temple.

Then Harry's eyes went wide. "W-what?" He stuttered. "I can wait a little longer, I know this is important for you," he assured her.

"Well, it isn't really important for me, per se. After all, this was hosted for the new employees, and I know most of these people," she said with a slight roll of her eyes.

Harry knew that if this really was important, Y/n wouldn't be this dismissive about it and ready to leave. And, while the host was a good friend of theirs and would understand, Harry still wanted to respect her and well, it was only a matter of time now.

He'll just spend it listening to people chat and laughing every once in a while. "Its only going be a little more. We've stayed for so long, might as well stay till the end," Harry shrugged.

"Are you sure? Because I'm ready to go home," Y/n told him, feeling a little unsure when he replied with a 'yes'. "Okay, but tell me when you want to leave, yeah?"

"Mhm," he hummed, pecking her lips before putting on a wide grin on seeing a couple approaching them. He knew that if he were to behave good right now, he'll be rewarded for it at the end of the night, in his bedroom that he shared with Y/n.

He brushed his uneasiness under the rug right then and there, and decided that if he's going to stay for longer, he might as well make it fun.

That's when all the sneaky touches and grazes started. Brushing up against her bum, or kissing her jaw, or spreading his legs when he sat in front of her. He knew that she was catching up with him, and he loved seeing her ignore his antics and interact professionally with the people who thought licking her ass would get them somewhere.

"Don't make me take you home, Harry," she leaned in to whisper in his ear, smiling at him later to make sure that the people around didn't think they were having any issues.

It was a warning, but Harry was suddenly feeling way too confident. He proceeded to tease her throughout the night. When it did come down to dinner, he was hoping he would get her alone but Y/n invited a couple over and decided to mingle with them instead. Now, she was doing it intentionally.

If he was going to act like a brat, then he was going to be treated like one.

He kept brushing his thigh against her, kept slipping his hand way too low on her back and even kept a hand on the inside of her thigh as they chatted and ate desert.

At the end of the night, Y/n made sure to stay as long as she could. She knew it'd frustrate Harry, but that's what he gets for acting up. "Please, need you," he whispered defeatedly in her ear, again moving closer to her in a manner that their sides touched. The rebelliousness in him was gone once he wasn't in the spotlight anymore.

A smirk pulled up on her lips, as a woman walked away from her and towards the car her husband was sitting in. "Yeah, what do you need, baby? She asked him, just filling up time knowing that he wasn't going to be 'rewarded'.

"Anything. Anything from you, I promise I'll be good," he cried silently, his hold on her hand tight as they walked to their car.

"What good will be being good now? You've been nothing but a brat for most of the night," Y/n said as a matter of fact, sitting in the driver's seat of the car as Harry slipped in the passenger side, feeling dominated and fuzzy.

"But I was also good! I waited for the night to be over, and I socialized! I was good!" Harry shifted in his seat to partially face her and insisted. "I behaved well!" Frowning, he said, feeling like he was being injusticed.

Y/n shrugged again, and Harry was feeling more and more agitated. "Who are you trying to convince, baby?" She asked, looking straight ahead at the road.

"I- but I was good!" Harry whined this time, wanting some sort of acknowledgement for his good behaviour.

"Oh? So was it me who sat with my legs spread when people were watching? Or was I brushing up against you as you talked to some people who were ecstatic to be in the same room as you? Ok, wait up – was it me who had my hand on your thigh as you sat with your new colleague on a dinner table. Well, it surely was me who's hand was slipping lower and lower down your back, wasn't it?" Y/n looked away from him once she was finished, a victorious smirk on her face as finally Harry had nothing to say.

She heard him sigh and saw from the corner of her eyes as he shifted again and sat straight this time, peeping out of the window. Just because she didn't want to push him too far, she placed her hand on his thigh, rubbing her thumb against it as they drove without any more talking, with music playing on medium volume.

Harry never once looked at her again but Y/n wasn't fazed by it. She had seen him like this before, and she wasn't going to melt at this little drama and not punish him. He was going to get what he deserved, whether good or bad.

Harry felt she was being unfair – he deserved something after that long night. Yes, he didn't behave well for the whole of night, but what about the parts when he was a good boy?

Once they reached the garage, she shifted her hand from his thigh and placed it behind his seat as she backed inside once the automatic doors opened. She didn't miss the way his head turned so quickly at the loss of her touch.

"C'mon, I can't wait to get to bed." Y/n said as she got out of the car and in that moment, Harry's stomach dropped.

He trailed behind her, feeling low because she just denied touching him but somewhere inside him, something told him that it wasn't going to be this easy. He watched the sway of her bum as she climbed the stairs ahead of him, feeling painfully hard in his pants. He was sure he had a wet patch on his underwear by now.

He sat on the bed after changing and saw as Y/n paced around the room, removing her jewelry and make up or taking down her hair and changing her clothes or putting her purse away. And, Harry's pretty sure this is the longest it has ever taken Y/n to unwind.

When finally she came to the bed, Harry couldn't help but curl around her like a little puppy. He layed his head in her lap as she went through some of her mails, making circles on her thigh with his index finger.

Y/n faked a yawn above him and made sure he realized that she had put her phone away. And just when he did, he sat up straight, looking at her with pleading eyes. "Please, mommy," he whispered, his eyes glossing over. "Need you."

That's when she knew it was go time.

"Why don't you use my thigh, baby? I'm too tired tonight to give you anything more," she said as she slipped down the bed, raising her thigh up a little.

Harry only nodded frantically, getting up on his knees to unbutton his sweats. "Keep them on, don't want the bed to get dirty," he heard her say and her slight coldness was starting to get to him as he felt more and more sensitive by each second.

"Y-yes mommy," he said before putting one of his knees on the other side of her thigh, and lowering on it. The moment he felt slight pressure on his dick, he let out a whiny noise as he built a pace, going back and forth on her thigh. His head was thrown back and somewhere, he was waiting for Y/n's hands. Anywhere, he just wanted her to touch him.

But when he opened his eyes, he saw that she had picked her phone up again felt pathetic to still be grinding. But he couldn't stop himself, not when he felt so sensitive and felt like comming already. So, he used his own hands to pinch his nipples and travel on his abdomen and neck – they weren't as soft as hers but felt good nevertheless.

"Oh fuck," he breathed as his body felt hotter and his pace of rubbing increased and then broke. It was hard to keep it the same when he felt pleasure getting more intense and he kept on touching his body.

"Stop."

His hips stuttered once, but they didn't stop. "Hm- w-what?" He asked, still going.

"I said, stop. Won't say it again," Y/n said from below him, her voice stern and her phone gone.

Harry stopped, but his hips were still twitching every other second. He looked down when her hands held his hips in place, and met her furious eyes. He got off of her when she lowered her leg and watched in despair when she got off the bed.

She moved to braid her hair in front of the mirror and Harry felt like he was going to lose it. "I need to come, please. I'll do anything," Harry begged, his eyes glazed over and mind fuzzy. He was aching so badly, he just needed to release.

Y/n walked back to the bed, and offered him her hand to help him get off the bed. Her brows were raised at the corners, and her eyes had fallen into angry slits.

Harry met the floor on wobbly legs, and kept holding her hand as she took the two of them to the bathroom. He wasn't even confused, he just wanted to come.

"I'm going to punish you in front of the mirror, so you can see just how bratty and pathetic you are." Her tone was firm and slightly disapproving, as she switched on the lights.

Harry was pulsing by now, sure that he was going to burst if she even brushed against his body. "Sit." She commanded him and he slid atop the counter which had a mirror in front of it. Right now, his back was faced the mirror. "Back on that wall," Y/n ordered him again, tapping her foot impatiently as she watched him dumbly figure out the obvious position.

"Took my dumb baby too long to just sit?" She teased him, lowering her head to look at him when he looked down. "Why so shy now?" She cooed at him, raising his chin by her thumb and index finger.

"Please," he whispered again, looking at her with doe eyes and wobbly lips.

Y/n only hummed in response, brushing away the waves that had fallen and stuck on this forehead. "Begging is a good look for you," she told him, a small smile on her face as she wiped the sweat off of his skin and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"I'll give you one more chance to be a good boy," she said and watched his eyes light up. "Spread your legs for me."

And Harry did, very eagerly so. He turned to look at himself in the mirror on her command and saw 'just how pathetic he looked'. His cock sat on his tummy, achingly hard – its tip an angry red and beads of precum leaking from its slit.

"See, what a mess you are and I haven't even touched you once," she bragged with a proud smirk. "Looking so fucked out already," she teased, chuckling when his cheeks turned red.

"You wanted to come, right? Think you've earned it?" She asked him, her hands behind her back. She scoffed at his silence, "sure you did."

Bending towards him, she placed her hands on his thighs. "So, you will come." She said as if she had it planned all along. And before Harry could do or feel anything else, she was spitting in her hand. "Colour?" She asked, and held his cock when he mumbled "green." She gave him a few strokes before leaning further in to press a kiss right on his slit.

He hissed at the feeling, and already started bucking into her hands. "Sit still or I will stop," he heard her say and placed his bum down again, feeling overwhelmed will all the pleasure. He felt so sensitive down there, that he was ready to come already.

Y/n wrapped her mouth around his cock, and started sucking on it. She didn't go all the way down, instead pumped the length that wasn't in the mouth, with her hand. The precum kept leaking in her mouth and she kept spurting little bits of it out, watching as it slid down his girth. She was having fun, watching as he ached to move but was wise enough to not fuck up his one chance of getting a release.

She felt his thighs start to shake and his veins grow more prominent under her hold, and knew he was going to cum.

"Fuck, fuck- m-mommy, gonna cum-" he stuttered. So she sucked just a bit harder, swept a kitten lick once more on his slit and he was shooting ropes of white cum in her mouth. And, when she backed away just after a few, some of the cum went on her chin and the rest went on her hand.

Tera were slipping down Harry's cheeks as he quivered. He felt way too sensitive now but he also felt as he was electrified. Ecstasy and bliss flowed in his body at the release and he felt like he could come again just by reminiscing on the pleasure he was feeling.

But he felt too sensitive so when he opened his eyes, and saw Y/n wipe the cum off her chin and hold it out for him to lick, he did and had her finger come out clean.

"Such a good little pup, aren't you?" She praised him, wiping the tears away. A little pout formed on her lips, "came so fast – barely even touched you," she said and Harry knew the pout was to mock him.

She moved away and wiped some sweat off of her own forehead. "Think I want a taste one more time, do you think you can give it to me?"

"Too sens-sensitive, mommy," Harry whispered.

"But you wanted to come baby – you thought you'd earned it!" Y/n claimed, looking at him with a surprised expression. "I think you should come once more, after all, you were so good for me all night," she shrugged with a chuckle.

Harry felt mocked and taunted and as much as he wanted to be offended, he didn't feel so. Instead, he felt blood rush to his dick yet the tip was so sensitive that the slight breath of Y/n was making him wince.

"Gonna be your g-good boy, mommy," Harry choked out.

"Cry all you want, baby– I'm starting to think you're quite enjoying this," Y/n said with her gaze settled on Harry's hard on. "Such a brat," she teased him, looking at his flushed face.

Y/n leaned in again, this time she was kneeled on the floor as she took him in all the way. His tip went a little past the back of her throat and she gagged, before pulling him out completely.

She wiped the saliva off her chin by the back of her hand as she looked up at the way he had thrown his head back. "Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me," she calmly ordered him.

Still looking up at him, she took his cock in her mouth again. Now, she going all the way in with every bob of her head. Saliva mixed with his precum trickled down her chin and on the marble floor as gagging and gurgling sounds filled the bathroom.

She still hadn't looked away, her eyes had glossed over and Harry felt the knot in his belly moving lower and lower. God, she was being so messy he felt like bursting at the seams.

She backed off for a minute to breath. "What was that?" She asked him when she saw his mouth move. "Can't hear you over all the noise you're making, baby," she said, taunting him again.

"So- so good mommy," Harry heaved, his lips bitten and face looking as if it was sprayed with water.

"Aw, you're out of breath! Was that too fast baby?" She laughed, getting up on her knees again. The floor below her was a bit slippery now because of her sweat and the mess she had made. She smiled when Harry chuckled and shook his head lightly before she took him in her mouth again.

She sucked on his sensitive tip for a bit before taking him in, inch by inch with each bob of her head.

"Jusus- fuck I'm gonna come again," she heard Harry groan, and increased her pace. She reached his base, the baby hair tickling her nose as she stayed like that before backing off. She took a huge breath in before going all the way down again.

The tip of his cock hit the back of her throat again and again, and the gurgling sounds were back. Her hand crawled up his chest before she started pinching and twisting his nipple, while her other hand played with his tight balls.

"O-oh mommy! I'm cumming, I'm cum-cumming," Harry shrieked, heaving heavily and shaking before he felt himself start to release in her mouth.

Y/n though wasn't stopping which caused the cum to dribble down her chin along with her saliva. The floor below her was covered in the mess she had made and when she finally took her mouth off of him, she had completely milked him out and immediately sat back on the floor.

"Fuck, that was good," she chuckled, breathing heavily. Some of the hair strands had fallen out of her braid, and framed her face while the white t-shirt she had been wearing was drenched in sweat and her saliva, making her boobs quite visible. "Another one, baby? Think you deserve one more?" She laughed.

Harry remained limp atop the counter, heaving with his eyes closed and a small grin on his mouth. His hair was sticking on his forehead again and lips were bitten into a sharp pink colour. "Can never earn that mouth of yours," he laughed dryly, shaking his head with all his might.

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A Delicate Thing* (check-in)

Summary: Y/n wants to know what's going on with her father and Harry doesn't want her to worry about it. But there's a big piece of news she wants to reveal when her worries are finally quelled.

A/n: You guys begged for more of this one and I started this check-in a bit ago but never finished it (until today!). Hope you enjoy! This is a check-in for A Delicate Thing (mafia!harry). 3.8k words.

Warning: 18+ only, smut, talk of violence and murder, anxious feelings

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It took a while for Y/n to get comfortable with the idea that she was no longer under the thumb of her father, William, and was now the Boss’s girl. She was treated with respect everywhere she went, was pampered, cared for, and doted upon by Harry.

But as the months turned into a year, she began to understand how awful her life had been before Harry. Her father kept a close watch on her. Told her not to eat too much, to wear certain clothes, to become acquainted with important topics but to act as if she didn’t understand, and worst of all was the way he enjoyed showing her off to his associates. She hated William.

“What are you thinking about,” Harry pulled her into his lap one morning as he sat at the kitchen table and drank his tea.

“I was just… it’s stupid. It’s in the past.”

“It’s not stupid. Don’t say that. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

She put her hands up to the lapel of his suit and sighed before beginning, “Thinking about William. How much I hate him. For everything he did to me. And now he’s bragging about how his daughter is the Boss’s girl… as if he had anything to do with it.”

Harry hummed and had his palm spread out over her thigh, the silk material of her nighty smooth under his hand, “Is he now? I think it’s time for me to give him a lesson once and for all. But only if you want me to. I don’t want to do anything that will have you upset.”

“What will you do?”

“Hmm…” Harry pursed his lips to the side for a moment, “What would you like? Demotion? Public reprimand?”

Shaking her head she kept her eyes on her lover, “Something worse.”

Nodding his head he spoke again, “Have someone break his arms? Cut him off from the family?”

“Maybe that. Cutting him off. I think that would be the worst for him. And I wouldn’t need to see him again.”

“Your wish is my command, my love.”

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Harry didn’t like to spend time away from his girl. Before she came along he’d take trips for work and never think a second thought about being away from some chick he might have been seeing. But with Y/n, she was his everything. So he started having her come with him if the trip wasn’t going to be too dangerous. Even if it was only for one night. He didn’t like not having her in his bed at the end of a long day.

And now he was currently away for work and had brought Y/n along with him. They traveled with his underboss, Brad, to visit an associate to come to some kind of agreement. Y/n wasn’t sure of the details, she just knew she’d be staying at the large mansion during the day with security outside while Harry, his underboss, and the associate were meeting somewhere unknown.

Harry was generally a busy man. He came home late sometimes but he always came home and he always called her when he was on his way back to her.

It was nearly 9 pm and she was freshly bathed and wrapped in a thick robe as she watched TV from the bed. Her phone rang with the tone she set for Harry and she leaned over to pluck it up, “Hi,” she smiled widely.

“Hi, baby. I’m on my way back, okay? How was your day?”

“Oh it was good,” she plopped back down into the pile of pillows behind her and sighed, “George’s chef made me a really big brunch and I swam in the pool for a while.”

“Good girl. Sounds nice. Can’t wait to see you, baby.”

Harry was the most attentive and loving man she’d ever met. There wasn’t a day that had gone by since he took her away from William, that she didn’t feel his love for her. And she loved returning that love to him just the same.

When he finally returned to George’s mansion and entered their bedroom, half expecting her to be at the front door when he pulled up, he understood why. She was lying on the bed, naked, her legs open and facing the door (on purpose he supposed). He swiftly closed the door behind him as she grinned at him, “Hi, Harry.”

Harry slid his jacket off and draped it at the foot of the bed and climbed in between her legs, hooking the underside of her knees over his shoulders, “Hi, baby,” he spoke in a whisper before he kissed the inside of her thighs and then got to work right away.

He’d woken her up much in the same way, lapping at her slowly until she was shaking and gasping as quietly as possible, not wanting to let anyone else hear what they were doing.

And just like the morning, she was quickly brought to her end with her palm covering her mouth and her other hand grasping the blankets below.

When he let go of her legs and her body melted into the bed below she lulled her head to the side to watch Harry as he pulled his pants and his briefs off and climbed over her frame. She realized what he was doing immediately so she opened her mouth wide for him, sticking her tongue out before he stuffed his cock into her mouth and pressed down into her throat, her soft lips wrapped around him and she coughed around his tip.

Harry grasped the back of her head up from the pillow underneath and rolled his hips down into her. He’d gotten her used to taking him like this. She was always eager to please him, though, so it didn’t take much work. Soon, she was a natural at opening up her throat and letting him fuck her mouth until she was drooling and gagging happily.

“Baby, fuck… Needed this all day.”

And he really had needed it. He left her in the morning without having had anything in return because he didn’t have time. She was always his priority. He always made sure she got off first, even if that meant he didn’t have time to also get off.

But now they had time. They could sleep in the next day and he could fuck her brains out, almost literally in that moment, with his cock filling her mouth and inching its way into her throat.

When she signaled she needed a breath he pulled out and brushed the hair from her face. She gasped and drew breaths into her lungs for a moment before opening her mouth up and lifting her head to find his cock again.

“Hold on, love… needy girl,” he chuckled as he moved off of her. He was ready to make love to her, feel her warm pussy, and make her come once more with him. Fill her with his come.

He preferred coming inside of her pussy lately. Harry wanted to get his girl pregnant. Wanted to knock her up and really have a claim on her. She was already his, but he dreamed of having her carrying his babies. A good handful of them. And when he brought it up to her a few months ago, she agreed she’d like that too. She wanted to give him as many babies as he wanted.

Harry laid on his back and pulled Y/n over him, “Want to see you fucking yourself on my cock and coming again.”

She loved doing this. When Harry would lie flat on the bed and she’d climb over him, his big cock reaching deep and spreading her apart, her knees down as she leaned back and put her hands over his thighs, sliding over him, giving him a good view of the way she liked to fuck herself on him. Then he’d thumb at her clit and she’d tip over the edge.

She positioned herself over him and lowered onto his dick, her hands on his pecs at first. Harry put his hands behind his head as he watched Y/n work herself down over him. Small, muted moans fell from her lips and Harry groaned at the way she felt around him.

When she’d taken him in and she was seated over him she hissed at how deep he was. It always ached so nicely, “Your tip is pushing into my womb. I can feel it. You’re going to get me pregnant, Harry,” she spoke as she leaned back, putting her palms over his well-muscled thighs and began rolling her hips, her labia parting and spread as his wide cock was stuffed into her.

Harry’s mouth dropped open at the sight and her words. She was filthy sometimes without even trying, “Fuck. You want my come deep inside your womb?” He spoke through gritted teeth, the way she was moving over him felt too good, “Gonna milk my cock of everything I have and get yourself pregnant, baby? Let’s see it. Let me see how you fuck my cock and make me come inside of you, greedy girl.”

She nodded and whined as she continued her work, slipping up and down his long prick, her arousal making a mess of him. Soon, she planted her feet flat onto the bed and began to really move over him, lifting upward and coming down with a wet smack each time.

Harry was panting and grunting, gently shifting his own hips upward out of instinct. He couldn’t help but to respond to her creamy pussy as she squeezed and moved over him.

“Oh god… Harry, please!” She gasped louder than she wanted. Her little plea was something he’d gotten used to during their year together. It meant she wanted to come but needed help.

So Harry swiftly moved his hands from behind his head and sat upward enough that he could reach to rub her clit and give it the kind of pressure she required.

“That���s it, baby. Take what you need. Use my cock, baby.” Harry’s words were tight and breathy as he spoke in between pants.

“I want your come so bad. Want to make you a daddy.”

Harry nearly burst at that moment but he groaned and closed his eyes as he sped up his fingers at her clit. She was nearly there. Just a few more minutes.

When her thighs began to shake and her moans grew louder and her words were incoherent curses and babbles of nonsense he knew she was feeling or orgasm bubble up and begin to spread.

Yes, fuck, yes! Come on baby,” he moaned as he watched her face contort as her jaw dropped and she threw her head back suddenly, a loud call of his name followed by unhindered moans as she came. Her pussy pulsed around him as she got herself off with his cock. Harry groaned and released into her, bucking his hips up to push himself into the hilt and to get as close to her deepest spots inside as possible making her tits softly bounce.

“Fuck, baby!” He growled lowly as his come filled her up, his throbbing dick being squeezed and fucked as he came.

When Harry opened his eyes she was lying over his chest, small puffs of breath coming out as she recovered. Harry rubbed his palms over her back and kissed her forehead, “Love you, sweet girl.”

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Now, one of the reasons for Harry going to his associate's home 8 hours away from where they lived was to also discuss the fate of William. Harry had told Y/n he could just cut him off. And he could. That decision was Harry’s. But cutting someone off and ex-communicating them from the family was more difficult than just killing them. There were a few reasons for that but in the end, Harry wanted to make his girl happy. So he needed some advice from his associate who happened to be well acquainted with William from work dealings.

Breakfast was served the in mansion’s large dining room with tall windows and gaudy curtains hung. Everyone was at the table. Harry and his girl, his underboss Brad, the associate George, and his wife Blanca.

And Y/n didn’t know the details of what was going on. Nor did she know the status of her father. Harry kept her in the dark from most of their dealings on purpose. So when she heard her father’s name mentioned her ears perked up and she looked at Harry, who she was sitting on at that moment. He insisted she sit in his lap, which was not out of the ordinary. Most of Harry’s work partners and friends had gotten used to seeing the girl in his lap almost all the time.

“So he’s been a problem lately?” George spoke.

“He’s been a problem for a long time. We’d like to have him cut off from the family but we don’t know if he’s involved in anything else. And since you work with him regularly I thought I’d see if you had heard of anything else he might have his hands in. Money owed, things like that.”

Brad spoke next, “I told the boss we should just make him go away for good but the girl here is William’s daughter.”

George nodded, “I see. That makes this a difficult thing to say then, because I don’t see any way to cut him off with how many people would be after him. If you push him out and send him away without the protection of the family, he’ll be killed either way. But not before probably spilling details about your organization. And mine. He’ll be tortured and he’ll talk. It could compromise a lot of our operations.”

Y/n stayed quiet as she listened to the men talk about her father. She hadn’t realized this was a possibility. That William would need to be killed. It was one thing to have him cut off and she’d never hear from or see him again. But to know that he might be killed? Dead?

“Yes. That is my concern. I’d like a list of all of the relationships and affairs he’s got going on with your organization and then we’ll put something together on our end and make a decision about this,” he squeezed Y/n’s hip to let her know he was still keeping her wishes in mind.

On the road back home, Y/n finally voiced her concern about her father, “So we can’t cut him off or send him away, because that risks everything. But if he stays on in the organization… is there any other option?”

Harry wound their fingers together and pulled her hand up to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, “You mean other than killing him? Sure. But I don’t think you’ll like any of the other options.”

“Tell me.”

“Well, he could just continue working and making money for us. I could keep him away from you but he will be around. Another thing that could work would be to frame him and send him to prison for good. He’d be protected in prison but you’d never have to see him again.”

“But won’t he talk to the police? Tell them he’d been set up?”

“Not if I make it look like a sacrifice of honor. Tell him I’ll raise his title and thus his respect in the organization. He won’t roll on us if he knows he’ll be doing it for the family and that he’ll be earning the respect of everyone.”

“But what would you frame him for? What would put him away in prison forever?”

“Murder.”

♤♤♤♤

Y/n understood that sometimes things in the organization could be violent. People died, went to jail, wound up in hospitals… But to think about her father being framed for a murder he didn’t commit? Could she come to terms with that? Who would have to die? Who would kill the person? She asked all these questions but, as usual, Harry told her not to worry.

But she was worried. And not just about William. She’d gotten news of something else that morning that shocked her. It shouldn’t have but it did. Unfortunately, the lingering questions she had about her father overshadowed everything else that was on her mind.

She hated William. That was true. But she didn’t want him dead. She also didn’t want Harry to get into trouble for anything. And when it came down to it, when she thought about all the outcomes, the worst were always the ones that had Harry in prison and away from her or dead. She actually preferred her dad dead than to have Harry go to prison.

Even though it had been weeks since Harry had met with George, she still hadn’t gotten word about what was going to become of William and she felt anxious. She hated not knowing. She trusted Harry but she needed to know what the plan was. She wanted Harry to tell her everything. It was for a reason that he kept her in the dark about things, but this was personal for her. This specific thing was about her father.

When Harry came home that evening their routine looked much like it normally did. Y/n climbed into his lap and kissed him and he held her and decompressed for a bit before he was ready to finally eat. She heated his food and poured him a glass of wine and they sat together at the dining table and she told him about her day.

But underneath what felt very normal to Harry, Y/n was getting up the nerve to insist he tell her the plan regarding William.

When she put his plate into the dishwasher and refilled her own glass of wine she joined him on the couch and curled into his side and sighed.

Looking up at him she realized there was nothing to worry about. Harry had never been mean to her or made her feel bad for asking questions. He’d either tell her or he wouldn’t. She only hoped she was able to argue her point and make him understand that this was something she deserved to know.

“What’s going on with William? Have you decided anything?”

Harry continued softly rubbing his hand over her hip and her side as he spoke, “I don’t want you to worry about it, love. Okay? Everything is going to be taken care of.”

She knew he’d answer that way. But she was prepared.

“I trust you, Harry. I really do. But this is my father. And this is personal to me. And you tell me not to worry but I do and I can’t help but to worry.”

Harry turned to look at his girl and nodded in thought. He knew it was personal to her. And normally when he told her not to worry about something she’d drop it. But the fact that she was doubling down on this made him pause. He still didn’t want her to know. He wanted to protect her from the awful truth.

“My sweet girl. I know this is personal. But what good will it do for you to know how we’ll go about this? You know our options here and none of them are very nice. I don’t want you to be upset thinking about it and dwelling on it.”

Y/n turned herself to face Harry squarely, “I’m already dwelling on it. I need to know. I deserve to know. I wouldn’t ask you and insist on something that doesn’t somehow involve me. But this does. I need to know.”

Harry smiled and took a deep breath, bringing his hands up to her face, and gently drew her in for a small kiss before he sat back into the couch and cleared his throat, “One of George’s men was involved in something that got him brutally killed. Right now we’ve made it look like William was the murderer. It’s only a matter of time before the police investigate him and find him guilty. And as you may know, your father has been arrested for battery and assault multiple times in the past and so a murder charge wouldn’t surprise anyone looking to find the perpetrator. He will go to prison for a very long time because the murder was quite savage. If the police think William did that, they won’t want him released.”

Y/n nodded and bit her lip before speaking up, “And like you said at George’s, he’ll think he’s doing a favor to the family? He won’t talk?”

“Exactly. We’ll make sure of it. We’ll supply him with plenty of my money on his account for commissary, and bartering. And he’ll have a nice cell by himself. He’ll be treated well but we’ll never have to worry about him again.”

She let out a breath of relief. It was ideal if it worked, “And you’re sure this will work out?”

Harry let out a small laugh and pulled at her, bringing her to his lap, his favorite way of sitting with her, “Baby, it’ll work. If you don’t think we have a cop on our payroll to make sure of it then you must not realize the kind of power I have.”

Y/n smiled and put her arms over his shoulders, “I know how powerful you are. And I am so happy I’m here with you,” she brought her arms down and took Harry’s hands in hers, moving his palms to cover her low tummy, “So happy for everything that’s to come.”

Harry stitched his brows together as he took in her words and her gesture, looking from where she placed his hands to her face, “Are you… is this?”

She nodded quickly, “We’re gonna have a baby.”

He was stunned into silence. He hadn’t expected it. Sure they’d been a little loose with him coming in her during her fertile days, and he knew they were both in their prime and fully fertile so it shouldn’t have been such a surprise. This was what they had wanted.

“You… when did you find out?” Harry cupped her tummy with more intention now, his eyes wide.

“This morning.”

He let out a small breath and grinned from ear to ear, his dimples carving into his cheeks, and pushed Y/n off of his lap and down to the couch as he lifted her dress upward so he could look at her tummy, placing small kisses all around her skin and over her belly button. Y/n squeaked in laughter at the way his curls brushed her soft flesh as he drew his lips over her tummy slowly. She put her hands into his hair and sighed, “I love you, Harry.”

Harry nodded and continued dragging his mouth downward until he lowered her panties and looked up at her from between her legs, “I love you too, baby. Now let’s celebrate.”

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[hawkyon-days]

Sometimes self-care looks like this:

[unabashegirl]

Enticing 26 (HS)

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

Author’s note: Ugh! I can’t wait for all of you to read what I have planned for this series. It’s all I think about lately. I’ve even gotten my boyfriend involved. A boyfriend that I have turned into a Harry lover with my own obsession. I confess that I’ve just recently let him into my little secret world. He had been suspicious of it but hadn’t said anything. Last week, I confessed everything to him, and it was such a relief especially because he is now a big supporter of it all. He even gives me ideas. Anyway, enough about me! Let’s get started. Happy Reading everyone!

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It was late, around eleven o’clock when someone knocked on his apartment door. He was dozing off while he read the latest book by his favorite writer. The knock and the ringing of his doorbell startled him. For a moment, he considered not opening the door, but curiosity got the best of him and got him out of bed. As soon as he looked through the peephole, he was frantically trying to open the front door.

“What are you doing here?” Patrick asked Y/N, she looked beaten down and disheveled. Her mascara was running everywhere, and her eyes were red from all the crying that she had done on the ride over.

“C-can I stay here?” He pulled her into the apartment and shut the door before pulling her into a tight hug.

“This is your home. Of course, you can” Patrick kissed the top of her head as he held her tightly and she cried.

Y/N finally felt safe and comfortable. They sat on the couch while she continued to cry. It felt like a nightmare. She felt like time had stopped, and her future was a blur.

“Let me get you something warm to drink” Patrick had never seen her as broken. The last time she had been so broken was when her father had passed away and back then Y/N had been solely consoled by her mother. He started to warm some water for some tea and made sure to bring her a blanket.

“H- He accused me of cheating on him,” she said from the living room while he finished serving two cups of chamomile tea. Patrick frowned, disapproving of her ex-boyfriend’s accusations.

“On what claim?” He asked her as he carefully carried the teacups into the living room. “Weren’t you in Italy?” Y/N nodded and reached out for the tea. She took a sip before continuing.

“James messaged me while we were in Rome.” Y/N confessed which earned a gasp from Patrick, “He wanted to meet up and discuss some things. At first, I ignored him and blocked him from a new profile that he had created on Instagram to reach out to me. But then he texted me”.

“How did he get your new phone number?” Patrick had been very careful to hand out her phone number to people. Ever since the night she left him, Patrick had always asked for authorization when people asked for her phone. “It wasn’t me. I swear”.

“I don’t know, and I know it wasn’t you. I still haven’t been able to figure that part out.” Y/N exhaled loudly, feeling a bit calmer. “Harry freaked out, and after everything that has happened involving Oliver’s mom and his ex”.

“It’s irrational! So, he kicked you out?”

“I left” She confessed, wiping some tears off her face.

“Y/N” he sighed, “why? Didn’t you love him?”

“I did” Y/N’s voice cracked, “I do” she sniffed, “But how can I have a relationship with a man that expects me to trust him with all sorts of women, but when the time comes, he can’t give that sort of trust back to me?”

Patrick knew where she was coming from. James had cheated multiple times on her during her relationship and she had turned a blind eye. Y/N had been a fool in love before.

“I deserve better” She tried to convince herself, “He met up with them, Patrick. He had secret meetings with Ashley, and it wasn’t until Valeria revealed it to me that he confessed to it”. Patrick pouted at his best friend and pulled her into a big hug.

“You are totally right. You deserve better.” Patrick had always thought that Harry was it for Y/N —that he was her forever. He was shocked at the turn of events. It had been very hypocritical on his part to point fingers at Y/N when he had lied to her. “Let’s get your room and bed ready”. He still had a few questions to make, but he could tell that Y/N was done speaking. Patrick also knew that she needed to get some rest. “Would you like me to prepare you a bath?”

“No. I just need to be on my own.”

“I understand” Patrick set her bed up and got new bedsheets and a clean towel. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. He knew that she was in pain and the next few days would be harder for her.

Just as he had predicted, Y/N went through it all. A few days turned into five then into a week. Before he realized a week and a half had passed by since she had arrived that night. Patrick would check on her in the morning and find her sitting on her bed without any sleep. He would make her breakfast and would come back to it barely touched. Y/N barely left her bed unless it was for peeing, taking a shower, or throwing up the food that she had just attempted to eat.

On the fifth day, she finally accepted to take a sleeping fill that Patrick’s psychiatrist had ordered him to take for his insomnia and anxiety. She slept wonderfully until nausea got her straight out of bed. So, Patrick bought her melatonin gummies at the pharmacy and made her chicken soup most of the day since it was all she could keep down.

“Enough! I love you, but you are killing yourself” Patrick cried, he had just arrived from work to find her throwing up in the guest bathroom. It had been two weeks since she had broken up with Harry. “You are going to get up and change, and we are going to go out on a walk.”

“I can’t” she cried, “I can’t go out there, Patrick. Not when every corner of this damn city reminds me of him and of what we could’ve been.”

“No!” He explained, “What’s meant for you will stay and he didn’t! He didn’t fight for you, so you don’t get to lie around and kill yourself slowly. Do you think he stopped going to the office after you left?! No, because people count on him and need him”. He was tired of seeing her so defeated. He missed her. “And I need you!” Patrick slapped his chest with every word, emphasizing how hard it’s been to see her so broken.

Y/N gently sat up on the bathroom floor and flushed the toilet as she looked up at her best friend.

“So, get up! Get ready! We are going out on a walk and getting some Starbucks.”

Y/N eventually got off the floor and took a hot shower. She had lost multiple pounds, enough to allow her to see her hip bones. Her skin was dry and the bags under her eyes made her look unrecognizable. Patrick was right, she thought.

“Ready?” She had dressed in some leggings, vans, and a puffy sweater. It had started getting colder in New York, warning the people that winter was just around the corner, and it was going to be a hard one. Patrick hooked arms with her just as they left the apartment building.

“Isn’t it nice? Didn’t you miss the fresh air?” The trees had started turning, and the leaves had begun to fall. Y/N was quite surprised at how quickly the city had changed in her absence.

“I have,” she said a bit teary eye, and for the first time not about leaving Harry, but about missing life.

After getting their drinks, they sat in Central Park on a bench and enjoyed watching other people walk past them.

“Should have ordered a hot chocolate too or a pumpkin spice” Patrick said as he drank his ice caramel macchiato.

“It’s chilly, and you decided to order a cold drink?” Y/N giggled after sipping her hot chocolate, “You are an idiot” Patrick laughed along, even though his fingers left like icicles against the cold cup.

“You giggled!” He pointed out, it had been a while since he had heard her or seen her smile.

“Thank you” she genuinely thanked him. She suddenly felt emotional and wanted to cry for having such a wonderful friend as Patrick. “Would you like my chocolate?” She offered.

“Is this your way of saying thank you? A Starbucks chocolate?” He gasped, “Outrageous. I deserve much more, but I’ll have some”.

“No, it’s not believe me. I just that I feel nauseous all of a sudden.”

“I thought you were doing better! Stop making yourself sick, Y/N.”

“I am not! Everything has been making me nauseous lately, and I can’t keep anything down”. She confessed, “You thought I was making myself sick?”.

“Don’t be mad about what I am about to say.” Patrick had thought that her nausea had been part of some weird psychological episode caused by her breakup and depression. “What if you are pregnant?”...

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[madamadragon]

I'm currently writing two fic of White Cat Legend (this fandom needs them) and chapter 5 of the Mysterious Lotus Casebook fic plus the oneshot of the spa series

And i don't know where to put my hand because my pc is FULL of file

And i just find a fic where General Qiu calls Li Bing Qiu Furen, should i continue this?

[causticsunshine]

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[epiclazershark]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Lucas Sinclair, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, soul animals, Episode: s04e01 The Hellfire Club (Stranger Things), Miscommunication, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Eddies dad - Freeform, Steves a cat, eddies a ferret Summary:

The legends go like this, upon the birth of every human being an animal would appear in their cradle with them during their first sleep. This animal would represent their soulmate, Eddie Munson receives a kitten, and Steve Harrington receives a baby ferret. It takes them until the last day before spring break 1986 to figure out that they're a match.

[yarnnerdally]

Keep walking (485 words) by YarnNerd Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: イケメン革命アリスと恋の魔法 | Ikemen Revolution: Love & Magic in Wonderland (Visual Novel) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harr Silver/Main Character, Harr Silver/Reader, Harr Silver/Original Character(s) Characters: Harr Silver, Blanc Lapin, Dalim Tweedle, Loki Genetta, Main Character (Ikemen Revolution), Reader, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alice the Second - Freeform, okay this is sad though, Angst, no comfort, what if, Tags Contain Spoilers, what if harr died fighting Amon, harr is dead and has been for a few months, Sad Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, song fic, alice by bianca ryan Summary:

How do you stand so calm? When everything you live for is gone.

Taglist: @jozhenji (you're the only one to be asked to be added so far lolol)

Alice sits on the corner

She feels better than ever

She knows, She knows you're not coming home

Alice sits on the corner

It’s 4pm. She has a few minutes until she stands from her spot and makes her daily trek deep into the Forbidden Forest. A white rabbit watches curiously from the Civic Center as she holds herself differently than she had the past two months when she walked. 

Alice walks by the river

She feels prettier than ever

Light reflects on water, the sun hits her hair

Alice walks by the river

Her journey has begun. She walks along the narrowing streets. She passes the tavern and, as usual, spares the owner a smile today. ‘She looks more beautiful today’ , he thinks to himself. ‘The hollowness hasn’t left her eyes. It probably won’t.’

Alice Alice

What is your secret?

Alice Alice

How do you sleep at night?

Alice Alice

How do you stand so calm?

When everything you live for is gone.

She’s at the lake and she smiles, though it’s hollow. The lake doesn’t shine like it used to. A slim figure watches her from the other side of the water. He knows something has been missing for a while now. It’s been missing from his heart, too. For a moment he swore he could see him there with her as she looked up.

Alice watches the sky above

She feels younger than ever

As she spins and spins the wind hits her dress

Alice watches the sky above

It’s 6pm. Another tea time has come and gone. The house is right in front of her but she feels miles away as she presses her hand to the wooden door. The hinges squeal from disuse. It opens and she walks in. In the quiet she allows herself to go to his room, ignoring the dust as she clutches the picture frame from the side table. She doesn’t realize her sore throat is from the screaming.

Alice Alice

What is your secret?

Alice Alice

How do you sleep at night?

Alice Alice

How do you stand so calm?

When everything you live for is gone.

She hadn’t made it all the way to the house hidden away in the trees since he left. She knew that once she made it there, it would be her last trek. Her heart was gone. There was only memory now and that didn’t serve her soul the way he did.

She keeps walking.

She keeps smiling.

Hold my hand ‘til they turn cold

‘Til my eyes finally see gold.

Take my hand, embrace this dance

Our last is almost over.

Sell my antiques, tell their story

We, my friend, made history…

And walking. 

She clutches the picture frame tighter.

Alice knows where she's going

She says in heaven, there’s no loneliness

As she reaches her final day, she still wears a smile

Alice knows where she's going.

[ao3feed-larry]

Our Football Team

by Harrysangel

Harry y Louis planeaban hacer su propio equipo de fútbol, pero la ojiverde realmente quería una hija en su vida.

Words: 1733, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Female Harry Styles, Bottom Harry Styles, Power Bottom Harry Styles, Top Louis Tomlinson, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Face-Sitting, Face Slapping, Boypussy, Established Relationship, Rich Louis Tomlinson, MILF Harry Styles, DILF Louis Tomlinson, One Big Happy Family

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[wasteddmoondust]

pineapple || james potter

pairing: james potter x reader 1,219 words, teacher and james go on their first date! what could go wrong? a/n: can you tell i am horrible at titling my fics... somehow i just need it to relate to what happens. so uh. enjoy!

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You feel your heart going absolutely crazy. You know it's first-date jitters, but somehow it feels worse this time. It's nothing special, really. You try to tell yourself. Just another first date. Just like other first dates (that has turned to nothing...) And now this first date is the father of one of the children you teach. Yeah, nothing special.

After several attempts to make yourself busy by looking at your phone, you hear your name. It's James and he's walking up to you.

"First name basis already?" you ask smugly.

He chuckles, "What? Sorry, I guess I'll just call you-"

"Please don't, I hate being called that outside of work."

"Got it."

The two of you walk together and he leads you to a quaint coffee shop, James swears by the coffee made here. When the orders are made you find a seat and sit down.

"It's been a while since I've been on a date," he says, hands fidgeting with the receipt.

"Same here," you admit.

He stops playing with the receipt and furrows his brows. "Really? But I'm the parent."

"And I'm the one taking care of your kid for a whole day, 20 kids, actually."

"Huh... and you don't even meet people in the industry?"

You snort. "Unfortunately no, a lot of them are older and married with kids. There's no one to date there. Trust me, even the older teachers try to make me get on dating apps. If anything, you're doing them a favour."

He grins that grin that makes your heart do a little flip. Oh god, it's happening, huh?

"I'm happy to do that."

You continue your conversation, keeping it light with small talk. Then, a waiter comes by to give you your meal and you both thank him. James' phone dings, he checks the message and he replies to it while you patiently wait for him.

He looks back up at you and keeps his phone. "Sorry, my best friend is taking care of Harry today, he was just sending an update."

"That's alright. Is he doing okay?"

"Harry?" he asks, looking a little nervous. His arms are resting crossed on the table. "Uh- yeah. He's fine. Not so sure about Sirius. He just said he's letting Harry use his tattoos as a colouring book."

You laugh. "Yeah, I can see that. He does love to colour. Have you always wanted to be a father?"

James looks stunned, but laughs it off. "Not a normal question for the first date, is it?"

"Well since you already are one," you shrug.

James thinks for a while before answering. "Yeah... I've always wanted kids... Well I'm sure you've seen from the documents I sent to the school when Harry enrolled. I'm widowed..."

You nod, you do in fact know this, you had read through those documents for every child. Understanding their family structure and dynamics can be a big help in understanding the child and improving their development in school and at home.

"She uh- had complications at birth and didn't make it." He let out a sigh and shrugged. "So now it's just me and Harry. And I wouldn't trade him for the world.

"You really love him, don't you?"

"I do."

"You know you can talk about him, right?"

James looks down and purses his lips. "It's just that... other people I've dated weren't really... keen on the fact that I have a kid. You know, another person's child and all."

You tilt your head down to try and make eye contact with him. Somehow, your hand reaches out to his. "You know that doesn't matter to me, right? I already knew you had a son, hell, I even taught him for a whole year, and I still accepted your date."

His mouth forms a small frown, but his hand grabs yours anyway. "I just didn't want to seem weird."

"You're not. Promise," you give his hand a squeeze.

"Is it too early to want to kiss you?"

You both stare at each other for a second before you burst out laughing, making him laugh too.

James starts to tell you about Harry, and visibly gets more comfortable the more he does it. He tells stories from his first words to potty fails. He shows videos and pictures. From there, the both of you fall into an easy rhythm of branching from topic to topic in your conversation. You exchange bites of your food. Before you know it, you're laughing while your meal is long done and you're both on your second cup of coffee.

For some reason, you feel an itch in your throat.

Nonchalantly, you ask, "Did your pasta have pineapple?"

"Yes, why?"

"Firstly, who the hell puts pineapple in pasta? Secondly, I think I'm having an allergic reaction."

James sits up in a panic. "Oh god- I'm so sorry-"

You cough into your first. "It's fine, it usually doesn't react as bad as it used to but I like to stay away from pineapples anyway. I'm not gonna die. Can you get me some cold water, please?"

He immediately stands up and gets you a glass from the counter. You down the glass in seconds and you feel better.

"I'm so sorry that was embarrassing-"

"You're sorry? I gave you a bite!"

"I forgot to ask, it's my fault."

He gently places a hand on your shoulder. "I'm so sorry, let me make it up to you"

"James, trust me, it's fine-"

"I'll bring you on a second date."

You furrow your brows. "You just saw me cough my lungs out from an allergic reaction and you still want to bring me out?" you can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness.

"I mean... I still find you attractive after all that so if you find me attractive after I rambled about my own child to you though you have taught him for this past year I don't see why not."

At this point, you're pretty sure your cheeks hurt from all the smiling you've been doing the entire time.

Despite your protests, James insists on driving you home. When you reach the entrance to your apartment building, he tells you to wait before rushing out of the car to open the door to the passenger's side. You giggle and take the hand he holds out to you as you step out of his car.

He tugs the hand that is holding yours to make you face him. He's so close, you're desperately hoping your cheeks don't show how flushed you are.

"So... same time next week?" you suggest.

He nods. "No pineapples this time, guaranteed."

"And you're allowed to talk about Harry."

He beams at that, looking down and letting out a sigh before looking back at you. "Is it still too early to kiss you?"

"Yes, but for now I'll give you this," you press a kiss to his cheek. You slowly walk towards your building, your arms stretching until you gently let go when you're too far away. "I'll see you next week!"

And like that, you disappear into the building. James is left standing there, still in disbelief of the entire day.

He lets out a sigh, smiling, and gets into his car. He 's so excited to tell Sirius when he gets home.

a/n: if i'm being so honest i have zero idea how most allergies work so please don't get technical with me... also!!!! thank you so much for the love on part one eek i am on a roll i'm so happy to be writing this series.

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Dance With Me

Harry Potter x Male Reader

A/N: Another Yule Ball fic, this time with Harry. I've had this idea for a while now but never got to making it, it wasn't exactly how I envisioned it but I really can't be bothered to rewrite it all. Y/N is a year older than Harry in this fic and has no specified house!

(About 1.6k Words)

It hadn’t been long since Harry had been picked to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, his shock quickly dissipating as he realised he had to find someone to take to the Yule Ball. Time was wearing thin and he still didn’t have anyone to go with.

The trio were currently feasting in The Great Hall, Ron stuffing his face as the other two spoke. “Well, who will you be taking then?” Hermione questions, “You can’t go alone.” He hung his head as he brushed Hermione off. “I know, I know.” He mimics a whine. “I can’t think of anyone else to ask though.” Hermione shakes her head disapprovingly. “You better find someone quick.”

Ron clears his throat after swallowing the giant bite he took. “Why don’t you take that guy you’ve been hanging around?” Harry questioningly looks at the red-head before Hermione chimed in. “Ah yes, the 5th year. Y/N, was it?” Harry shrugs as he feels his stomach flutter slightly. “Aren’t I supposed to go with someone, romantically?”

“Not necessarily. I mean, it’s either him or Ron, he has no partner either.” Ron mutters an offended ‘Hey!’ before Harry chuckles. “I guess I’ll ask him then.”

You and Harry only got close in the last year, as he was having trouble with his Herbology classes and you offered him assistance. The two of you would spend countless hours in the library discussing the plants and their specialties.

It didn’t take long for you both to hang out outside of studying, meeting before and after classes to talk. Conversations were spoken easily between you, it coming almost naturally. It’s why he had grown such a liking to you, you were such an easy person for him to get along with. Obviously so were Ron and Hermione, of course, but he swore it felt different with you.

He settled on asking you as soon as he saw you, hoping to catch you after your classes.

Timeskip

It was just about dusk when Harry found you walking through the halls, making your way to your dormitories. He sped-walked to try and catch up to you, calling your name once he was a few metres away. You turn to see him breathing heavily while greeting you. “Good Evening Y/N, I was wondering if I could ask you something.” You smile as you greet him back.

“Evening, Harry. What’s on your mind?” You watch as he straightens his robes. “As you know, I had planned on asking Cho out to the Yule Ball.” He shrugs as continues. “She’s already going with someone though, Cedric.” You send him an apologetic look. “Ah, what a shame. Sorry mate.” He waves his hand to brush it off.

“Don’t be, I’m not as upset as I thought I would be. I honestly feel a little relieved.” He watches as your face contorts in confusion, a wonky smile still present. “Well alright then, that was quick.” You give a short chuckle before you ask. “Who are you going with then?” Harry avoids your eyes as he stalls. “I hoped that’s where you’d come in.”

Your eyes widen. “You want to go to the Yule Ball with me?” Harry’s quick to start again. “I was talking to Ron and Hemione about it, I can’t go alone and I’d rather go with you than whoever they put me with.” He takes a short breath. “If, of course, you don’t already have a partner.” You shake your head. “No, no partner.” You let out a small laugh.

“So how is this gonna work? What exactly are we going as?” Harry feels his stomach flip as he responds. “Friends, they said nothing about it having to be romantic.” He laughs a little as he finishes. He notices a slight glint in your eyes, one that looked almost, disappointed. Yet a smile remained on your face, he must’ve been getting his hopes up.

“Of course.” You nod, letting out a quick chuckle. “Can’t wait, Harry.” You tease as you continue your walk. Harry smiles as he watches you walk away, his heart jumping out of his chest at your words, even though he knew you were joking. “Yeah, me too.” He tries to also get it out in a humorous manner, but fails. It coming out almost sincere as it falls upon deaf ears.

Timeskip

It was the night of the Ball, Harry was currently flattening out his robes in front of a full-length mirror. His eyes glanced over every part of his outfit, making sure it was perfect for you. He had placed a (House Colour) napkin in his front pocket as you had told him you would do with his.

He couldn’t help but wonder what you’d be wearing, how it’d look on you, how the fabric would wrap along your perfect body- what. Harry shakes his head as he reprimands himself. How could he have such thoughts? He places his cold hands against his heating face before walking out.

He had to be there quickly if he wanted to be there on time.

Harry had made his way to The Great Hall, now speaking with his two closest friends. It wasn’t until Hermione had stopped responding that he turned to see what she was looking at. His jaw fell at the sight of you. You had looked much more stunning than he could’ve ever imagined. He gazed over your attire, the red napkin in your pocket to the tight undershirt and the robes that fell to your knees. He had never seen you so dressed up before.

You had obviously noticed his staring, a slight smirk present on your face. “You’re drooling, Potter.” You point to the corner of your own mouth. Harry’s face erupts as he thinks of what to say to explain himself, but before he can respond, Mcgonagall rounds up the contestants and their partners. You hold out your arm towards the nervous boy, his sweating hand wrapping around it.

Harry knew he had nothing to worry about, everyone knew of your friendship with the raven and no one would have any suspicions, he hoped. He couldn’t help but recoil at the idea of walking out there. His eyes glued shut as he took a few breaths, he couldn’t give up this early. His eyes shoot open at the feeling of your other hand coming around and embracing his.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, it’ll be over just as soon as it starts.” Your smile calms his nerves, not as much as he wished, but enough to atleast get himself out there. As Mcgonagall signalled for them to walk out, he had lost all confidence, you nudged him forward and tried to walk in-sync with him.

His eyes fell on the passing students, watching as they whispered to each other while looking right at him, he was starting to feel a little sick. He hadn’t noticed you stopped until you pulled him into you, ready to start the dance. His hand shot to your shoulder as yours reached around his waist.

The music kicks and you start moving, you feel how stiff Harry is, trying to pull him as gracefully as you could. “Harry.” His eyes break from the surrounding students and land onto your own. “Just keep your eyes on me, it’s just you and me.” Harry feels his insides heat up at your words, his eyes not leaving yours once. “Great, you’re doing amazing, Harry.” He can practically feel the red reach his face at that, muttering a quiet ‘thank you’.

“I didn’t get the chance to tell you before, but you look truly gorgeous tonight.”

Harry feels as though he’s on cloud nine, the way your words seep into every crevice of his mind and how you so gently pull him across the dance floor has him absolutely smitten.

What was this feeling? He had never felt like this before, so happy and so desperate. His heart starts to skip beats, beating faster and more aggressive than it ever had before. He felt more exhilarated now than he had at any quidditch match.

The dance floor floods with the remaining students and faculty. You lean down, whispering against his ear. “See, now no ones paying attention to us.” Harry digs his head into your neck, desperately trying to hide the mass amount of blush spread amongst his face. You chuckle as you hold him tighter against you, his cheeks growing darker.

It’s only then does he realise, realise that what he’s been feeling wasn’t admiration or anything remotely platonic. He was in love, a feeling he had never felt this strong before. Merlin, how did it take him this long to figure it out. Harrys brought out of his thoughts as the music changes, a more upbeat tune being played now.

As the other students jump around, playfully dancing with their partners, Harry stops. You send him a puzzled look before he pulls your head down to level with his own. “I think I love you.” He watches as your smile grows wider and wider as you understand what he said. “It took a while, huh?” You tease as you place a quick kiss against his lips. “I love you too, Harry.”

He grins impossibly wide as he grabs onto you tighter than he did before. Quickly letting go, remembering where exactly the two of you were. You lightly laugh, before extending a hand out. “Now, how about we dance a little longer. His eyes stare into your own as he grabs onto your hand, you’re quick to pull him into the crowd.

Neither of you could’ve asked for the night to go any better.

A/N: Holy shit, this has been in my drafts for like 2 months, I hope it’s alright lmao. 

We have quite a few requests that we're writing right now, so please take this as a filler ig. I have trouble writing for Harry so any feedback is appreciated!

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Lil sneaky for bfd!harry coming soon!

I know it's not much but something to tide y'all over! I'll probably post tomorrow or Wednesday! xoxo

. . .

Harry was up to something. You knew he was. You’d been around him long enough to know the signs that he was keeping a secret. He was trying to act normal. All lovey with lots of touches. He came home from work that evening with this look on his face like he had a secret he wanted to tell you but had to wait.

“What is it? What are you smirking about? I can tell you want to say something,” you poked his ribs after he got out of the shower and you stood next to him in the bathroom in front of the mirror.

“I’m not smirking,” he smirked.

“Yes, you are!” You laughed and pointed at his reflection in the mirror.

He licked his lips and tried to hide his smile but the dimples remained deep in his cheeks as he turned toward you and wrapped you in his arms. He was still damp after his shower. The towel around his waist tucked in well so it didn’t slide off when he moved his hands up your back and pulled your face to his, pressing his mouth against yours.

He was definitely hiding something. Trying to distract you. And the distraction did work eventually when he got your clothes off and tossed you in your bed and shut you up by making love to you.

“You want a baby? Yeah? Want to be a mommy, Y/n?” Harry was driving into you deep and then pulling out to his crown over and over again, long deep, slow strokes that had you at his mercy.

xoxo

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Historical AUs!

We have 26 incredible fics submitted to this list, stretching from the fifth century up to the 1990s. We have stories that fit into just over 2,000 words, and others that are more than 200,000! This list includes one LiLo fic, and we also have our first ever non-English rec, with a French language fic -- truly the language of love.

To all my fellow history lovers, it's time to go apeshit. Read, reblog, comment, kudos, bookmark, tell your friends, all that jazz -- your local fanfic writer appreciates it!

Here In The Afterglow by fondleeds (88649, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Violence, bullying, homophobia, slurs

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

Reccer says: The beautifully chosen words, the captivating story, the queer joy!!!

Unrequited by babyhoneyhslt (144000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Omega Prince Harry is send to France to marry Prince Louis, but instead of the nice boy he knew when they were children, he is met with a cold and distant husband and no idea as to why.

Reccer says: It was so interesting to follow along with this and try to figure out why Louis was behaving this way. And then later see them fall in love. Really liked it and can't recommend it enough.

Danger I can’t hide by CelticSky (227290, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: War, homophobia

Flying Officer Styles and Sergeant Tomlinson would have likely never crossed paths in a time of peace, their lives laid out neatly, predictably before them. But then the world became unrecognisable. Too soon they grew accustomed to fear, surrounded by death and destruction, not even their freedom a certainty any more. Until they found each other. Comfort. Companionship. Understanding. Another person to lose.

Reccer says: It's one of those fics that I'd describe as monumental, masterful, epic. In my opinion, it should be made into a film, and brought to everyone's attention. The script is brilliant and relentless. The characters are subtle and nuanced. The writing is exemplary. A masterpiece.

Secrets in Winter by softfonds (82582, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

If Harry Styles thought he was going to have a peaceful winter while staying far away from the rake who lived across the street, he was sorely wrong on two fronts. A Victorian AU.

Reccer says: I loved the plot and the character development of the main pairing.

A cycle of recycled revenge by Brokenbeaks (103302, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Foxburgh, England, 1983. In the heat of summer, wreathed by pastures, rolling knolls, and thatched-roof cottages, Louis takes on a new job: caretaking for a recently blinded man named Harry. As it begins, what seems like a simple task turns into a quest that costs him every last bit of his pride and tolerance. Harry is, in practice, a two-legged curse. And Louis is just gonna have to put up with it. Or: The one where Harry likes to infuriate Louis almost as much as he enjoys straddling his lap.

Reccer says: Absolutely excellent. I was a bit worried about how Harry's blindness would be handled, but it was done wonderfully. Perfect fic. Perfect writing. Perfect plot.

Through Lonely Streets and Neon Lights by Sweetly_disposed (25107, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1920's era, Great Gatsby inspired. Harry is a poor boy living in the South Village. Every night he watches the North City come alive and longs of crossing the river to be a part of it and escape his dreary life. The infamous Mr Tomlinson lives across the river from Harry. His parties are the stuff of legend; people on both sides know about them, and all Harry wants is a chance to go to one. When fate swings his way and he finds himself in Mr Tomlinson's house, he gets much more than he could ever have bargained for.

Reccer says:

Chasing empty spaces by Lis (Domesticharry) (79028, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

The year is 1934 and Harry Styles was to inherent the largest tobacco firm in the south. His parents have picked out the “perfect” girl for him to marry and he has the privilege of receiving the highest education possible. The problem was, Harry hadn’t realized he didn’t actually want any part of that future until he met a mechanic named, Louis Tomlinson.

Reccer says: This fic is simply magnificent. A must read

An invincible Summer by Brooklyn_Babylon (44627, Explicit, Harry Styles Louis Tomlinson)

Never content to stay in one place for long, a few months down south researching for his novel seemed like an idyllic, slow-paced summer to Louis. He wasn't ready for the blistering heat, the backbreaking work of watermelon picking, or how stifling the attitudes in rural Georgia would feel. And he definitely hadn’t anticipated falling in love with the farmer’s son. The summer of 1946 would turn out to be everything worth writing about.

Reccer says:

Box of Rain by Indierection (amandamoraisa) (26631, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1970 AU, Louis is a boxer and Harry a ring boy

Reccer says: The era is well transcribed (the way of life, the music), and the story is very charming.

Cela aussi passera (French-language fic) by Hazzunah (110721, Not Rated, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

1993: Louis is 16. It's summertime, by a lake in France. He meets Harry. 1999: Louis is in Japan; he hasn't seen Harry for 6 years, since that fateful summer. He thought he'd lost him forever.

Reccer says: For years, I've been reading only in English, but there's still the odd French fic that I come across that's really good. "This too shall pass" is one of them. It's set in the 90s, it's beautifully written, it's moving, and the characters are well characterized. For me, it's a gem. So I recommend it. For anyone who can read in French.

You Make The World Taste Better by LiveLaughLoveLarry/loveislarryislove (10000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Harassment and threats from the rival baker, culminating in physical violence and a grisly end in keeping with the fairy tale

A twist on Hansel and Gretel as a rivalry between bakers, based on Hans Traxler’s fictional non-fictional text "The Truth About Hansel and Gretel"

Reccer says: This fic is such a wild adaptation of a story almost everyone knows, capturing both the sweet (literally, since Harry is a baker haha) elements and also the darkness of the tale.

No One Like You by myownspark (20000, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles were noted painters in the 19th century. Louis was a Neoclassicist, Harry a Romantic -- totally different, nothing in common, no connection. But centuries later, art historians Niall and Liam find something that suggests perhaps the two were more intertwined than people think.

Reccer says: I love the parallel timelines, watching Louis and Harry's relationship develop and fracture and heal at the same time as watching Niall and Liam discover things. We see pieces of history they're trying to puzzle together, and then we see the history as it happened, what it really was and what it meant to them.

Bloom by LadyAJ_13 (28909, Teen, Liam Payne/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Non-graphic violence, period-typical attitudes

In early 1970s Oxford, Detective Sergeant Louis Tomlinson has to deal with the dual pressures of a case that hits too close to home, and the arrival of new colleague Liam Payne.

Reccer says: This was an incredible, atmospheric, moody historical mystery fic. Topped off with a lovely, happy ending that had me tearing up.

Under Electric Candlelight by littleroverlouis (5051, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

In the 1970s, small town veterinarian Louis moves to NYC and meets a beauty at the bar named H who sometimes goes by Lola.

Reccer says: So immersive you feel like you're in 1970s Manhattan. The characters are truly electric and lovely.

this is my jam by disgruntledkittenface (4513, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Harry goes to a gay bathhouse for the first time. 90s AU.

Reccer says: This story is so much more than it first appears. I could feel the atmosphere and the emotion of the moment of the characters finding a freedom that didn't exist for them outside of the bathhouse's walls. It's an absolutely beautiful (and hot) exploration of such a specific time and place. So layered and thoughtful and hopeful and real.

After Dark, After Light by QuickedWeen (71440, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Kidnapping, battlefield

Louis Tomlinson is the mysterious commander of the Sutherland army sent back with Harry on orders from his laird to help shore up Clan Edwards' defenses. As the winter draws nearer by the day, the two are thrown together to prepare for the invasion that they expect as soon as the ground thaws.

Reccer says: This fic just sweeps you away to the Scottish Highlands! Such a fun historical romance!

the sanctity of patience by scrunchyharry (22521, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

When young Lord Harry was chosen by King Louis of Bavaria to become his husband and prince consort, Harry thought all of his dreams had come through. His illusions came crashing down when he understood it meant living in isolation in the alpine castle of Neuschwanstein with a husband who turned out to be far from what he had hoped for.

Reccer says: The writing is gorgeous and immersive. The characters are so vivid and I loved the way their journey to love played out.

Ace of Spades by allwaswell16 (78000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: depictions of violence, drug use

Louis is a pirate, Harry is his captive, and no one is who they say they are.

Reccer says: Once I started reading, I couldn't put it down. The plot twists! The suspense! The intrigue!

Adore You by Isthatyoularry (66979, Mature, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson)

Arrange marriage AU, Harry initially hates Louis and their arrangement but goes along with it for the summer. Louis is perfect for him tho, as much as harry hates to admit it. They last.

Reccer says: The word building. Stubborn harry. Pining louis. Catching feelings. Hate to love.

We Can Find a Place to Feel Good by yeah_alright/uhoh-but-yeah-alright (8000, Teen, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

1960s AU inspired by Treat People With Kindness. Harry attends school dances over the years, meeting Louis and learning more about himself and what he loves.

Reccer says: Just so completely sweet and hopeful! Captures the vibe of the song so well!

The Garden Part 1 by Throwthemflowers/hazzabeeforlou (13000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post Warnings: Major character death, war

Biblical AU - 5th Century. A prince (Louis) falls in love with his father’s musician (Harry) in the midst of war.

Reccer says: This story is so hard to describe (it's Part 1 of a truly incredible 3-part series) but it's intense and brilliant and epic. The love here is all consuming and it comes through in the writing. Completely unique.

Ever Since I Tried Your Way by fairytalefemme (25896, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: internalized homophobia

40s/50s AU. Harry leaves his bride-to-be at the altar, runs away from his life, and finds a kind farmer who lets him stay.

Reccer says: Such a sweet, tender exploration of love and self.

With Words Unspoken by jacaranda_bloom (18000, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Older Louis and Harry. 50ish Louis returns to a cabin he'd visited many years before and it's a hippie commune type place where he finds Harry.

Reccer says: It just made me SO HAPPY. Peaceful and lovely.

1957: here to take my medicine by zita17/louisandtheaquarian (2652, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) - fic post

Beat poets Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles blow off some steam before a reading.

Reccer says: Literally transports you to this particular time and place. And so so hot.

The murmur of yearning by Mediawhore (93300, Mature, Harry Styles/ Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Rape/non-con attempts, death of character, slurs etc

Harry upon the death of his husband he was forced to marry find companionship and support in the arms of Land steward mr. tomlinson. Together they try to prove harry didnt murder his husband.

Reccer says: Regency era. Dark academia. Mystery and suspense. Forbidden love trope. The angst and mutual pining. Harry in corsets!

Love you in the dark by Perzikze (9225, Explicit, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson) Warnings: Dubious consent i think, loss of virginity

Story of a historical wedding night. Innocent Harry has no idea what goes down during the wedding night; Louis eases him through it.

Reccer says: Innocent harry. Supportive Louis. It's adorable and sexy at once!

Stay tuned for the next list theme! It's similar... but different... ;)

[oh-my-wolfstar]

Atyd

I just finished All the young dudes and oh god my heart. I’m smiling and sobbing at the same time. It’s like, over the course of this story my Harr was bruised by little Remus, then Remus and Sirius together made it glow, but then it began to fracture until it shattered, as though someone had stomped on it, but then it was carefully sown back together. I’m sorry if none of that makes sense but this fic, ahh. I get it now, what all the hype is about. And when I first posted about ATYD I remarked on how long it was but now it feels like there wasn’t nearly enough. It doesn’t feel real to me that I only started this 19 days ago, it feels like it’s been forever, but that just goes to show what an amazing author MSkingbean89 is. Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to read this, you were so right it was worth it.

[danpuff-ao3]

In honor of this, my 32nd birthday, I will share with you my Top 32 favorite fics I've written! Cuz...self-love and self-promo and all that. (It's my birthday, give me a break!)

Please check all warnings & tags!

1: Contempt

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 20,400. Podfic available.

Harry hates Snape, and he always will. (He will, won’t he?)

2: Devotion

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 25,843.

Is there anything more undignified than needing someone so much?

3: The Curse of Anteros

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 53,433.

When Harry is cursed, he seeks out Severus Snape. They have a long history behind them, after all, and they've always had so much between them. Who else would he go to?

4: Collateral Damage

Draco/Ron. Rated: E. Words: 16,071.

What better means of revenge than seducing your enemy’s boyfriend? Nothing could possibly go wrong.

5: Orange Blossoms

Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 3,472. Podfic available.

These are foolish times to have hope, and more foolish still to be in love. 

6: A Matter of Time

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 3,686.

Severus is outed as a spy and grievously injured. Harry doesn’t react well, leading those closest to him to wonder: Just why is Harry so devastated about Severus’ condition?

7: Cruel Summer

Harry/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 5,445.

Sirius rescues Harry. Number Twelve is a different sort of Hell than Number Four.

8: Lover Boy at Play

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 4,448.

The sex is bad. Yet Severus wants.

9: Teardrop in Your Palm

Harry/Scorpius. Rated: E. Words: 2,100.

Scorpius never meant to use the Amortentia.

10: In My Veins (In My Blood)

Harry/Severus. Harry/Death Eaters. Rated: E. Words: 7,042.

Voldemort wins the war and rewards the Death Eaters with a prize: Harry Potter. What he doesn't know is that Harry already belongs to one of them.

11: Wasted for Love

Harry/Severus. Harry/Ron/Hermione. Rated: E. Work in Progress.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione are living happily ever after 5 years after the war. That is until the Prince returns, and with him all of the turmoil and temptation from the past.

12: Sugar, Honey

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Work in Progress.

Severus Snape has been down on his luck since the war ended. Enter: Harry Potter. With no other causes to occupy his time, he makes Severus an offer he can't refuse; but Severus can't help but wonder: what is it the boy really wants?

13: smile with sweet surprise

Harry/Severus. Lily/Severus. Rated: E. Work in Progress.

Harry is barely sixteen. Had barely blown out his candle when Severus kissed him.

14: Close Enough

Harry/Severus. Severus/other. Rated: E. Words: 1,553.

He likes them best as poor substitutions.

15: The Christmas Prince

Harry/Severus. Rated: T. Words: 13,750.

Harry and Snape are (kind of) set up on a blind date. Romance and chaos ensues.

16: Romantic Notions

Neville/plants. Neville/Severus (unrequited). Harry/Severus. Draco/Neville (minor). Rated: E. Words: 8,841.

Neville has feelings for Severus and no hope of reciprocation. At least he has his plants for company.

17: The Yellow Door

Harry/Severus. Lily/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 1,657. Podfic available.

Severus can't decide which world he wants to be in, and risks losing them both.

18: Black Skies

Regulus/Sirius. Regulus/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 7,353.

Sirius won't give Regulus the love he needs, so he seeks it from Severus instead.

19: Phlegethon

Harry/Severus. Draco/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 4,219.

Severus makes the same mistake twice (and he's definitely going to hell for it).

20: The Best Kept Secrets

Harry/Severus. Ginny/Harry. James Sirius/Teddy. Albus Severus/OFC. Rated: E. Words: 115,583.

It was no secret that Ginny Potter favored her daughter over her sons. Only Albus knew this was because Lily was Ginny’s only child.

21: Obscene

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 1,864.

Never has Severus been so wet outside of heat. It’s humiliating; obscene.

22: Hyacinth Wild

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 5,403.

Neville brings sex pollen to a inter-House party, and Harry wakes up in Professor Snape's bed.

23: Sweet Nothing

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 7,080.

It's up to Harry to save the day, as always. This time that means getting married and getting fucked.

24: Gray Eyes (Tell No Lies)

Draco/Sirius. Rated: E. Words: 3,695.

Draco is trapped with Sirius at Number Twelve, the summer between fifth and sixth year. He's a shiny new toy Sirius can't resist.

25: The Perfect Shade of Purple

Tom/Albus. Rated: E. Words: 1,101.

Who's using who?

26: The Perfect Tree

Neville/Percy. Rated: T. Words: 9,043.

Percy is looking for the Christmas tree. Neville helps him find it.

27: Red All Over

Ginny/Gwenog. Rated: E. Words: 1,586.

It’s that time of the month. You know. The time for sex. OR: Gwenog & Ginny celebrate the Harpies' latest win the best way they know how.

28: 2+2=4some

James/Lily. Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 2,840.

Lily and James spying on their son's intimate moments. And occasionally joining in.

29: Exposure

Harry/Severus. Harry/others. Rated: E. Words: 3,854.

Harry Potter's sex-capades are all over the news.

30: Take Heed, Dear Heart

fem!Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 3,635.

Are you willing to die for the one you love? Are you willing to kill for them?

31: Clandestine Meetings & Stolen Stares

Harry/Severus. Rated: M. Words: 2,337.

How bad does one have to be to earn detention with the headmaster? …As bad as one has to be, when one wants to be there. 

32: The Gift of Love

Harry/Severus. Rated: E. Words: 4,521.

5 times Harry gives Severus a gift, and 1 time Severus returns the favor.

[aquagirl1978]

A Series of First - Masterlist

Thank you to all who participated in this event - I was shocked by the tremendous interest in this event. Never had I thought so many would write for this event - and to have written pieces for so many different suitors. I hope everyone who participated had fun and those who read any of these fics enjoyed seeing some new content for these suitors on their feed.

Ikemen Sengoku

Much Has Changed But I Still Have You (Keiji Maeda) by @whatever-fanfics

Coincidences (Ranmaru Mori) by @nightghoul381

First of Many (Ranmaru Mori) by @whatever-fanfics

Welcome to the Future (Kichou) by @cidylee

Ikemen Revolution

Happy Together (Harr Silver) by @aquagirl1978

The Yule Ball (Blanc Lapin) by @aquagirl1978

Deck the Halls (Fenrir Godspeed) by @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Vampire

Merry Christmas My Juliet (William Shakespeare) by @eventinelysplayground

The Beginning with You (Jean d'Arc) by @fang-and-feather

First Kicks (Vincent van Gogh) by @not-krys

How Far We've Come (Jean d'Arc) by @fang-and-feather

Adjusting to a New Life (Sebastian) by @fang-and-feather

Quickies at the Holiday Party (Charles-Henri Sanson) by @fang-and-feather

Ikemen Prince

Dance Lesson (Jin Grandet) by @eventinelysplayground

Say Yes (Jin Grandet) by @randonauticrap

Guilty Pleasure (Kagari Amagase) by @nightghoul381

Ikemen Villains

Staged (Liam Evans) by @judejazza

Cigarettes After Sex (Jude Jazza) by @aquagirl1978