#harry’s mustache

[dellaray]

Sirius in a Pinterest inspired fit 🥀

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In conclusion, bro can dress

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

I miss mustachrry. He makes me feral 🥵

A Keeper

A (mostly smutty) blurb about the mustache.

Considering how the world is spiraling out of control Harry hasn’t seen his girlfriend, Y/N in quite some time. She’d gone on a little holiday to visit her grandparents in the country right before the UK shut down. He was in California. But considering how rapidly cases were spreading in London, her parents encouraged her to avoid the city and she decided to extend her stay with her grandparents. Once he was back and things had settled down he mentioned to her that he’d be going on a little euro-trip for some work stuff and naturally, invited her along, just to get out for a little bit. And naturally, Y/N said she would go and he arranges for her to meet him in Italy.

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[finelinevogue]

lost n found

summary - you are lost in italy the night before your wedding

pairing: fiancé!harry x reader

word count: ~2k

You were definitely lost.

Drunk and lost.

To: harry - im so sor:(y

From: harry - Baby, you’re fine❤️ Drop me your location and I’ll come find you. Please don’t move xx

To: harry - okaY.i love you xox

So currently you were sat on a stone wall, somewhere on a random side street in a small Italian village, waiting for your boyfriend to come and pick you up.

Harry had gone out with a few of his closest guy friends for drinks, for one last night as an unmarried man.

You and your girls had gone out for drinks too and you had mentioned to the boys that you would catch them up later.

At some point during the evening, though, you and the girls had all gone to the beach and you had gone to the toilet. It had been a trek to find one, only when you tried to find your way back you took so many drunken wrong turns that you couldn’t tell your legs from rights now.

Reading a map was useless, but sending Harry messages wasn’t.

You originally hadn’t wanted to send him any messages, not wanting to ruin his last night a “free” man but at some point you had become a little too lost to care.

Swinging your legs as you sat on the wall, you watched the birds fly overhead amongst the clear blue sky. You detailed all the cracks in the old buildings and counted twelve windows on one wall alone.

Your brain was fuzzy and your eyes kept on wanting to close from tiredness. You would be blaming a lot of your girl friends tomorrow for the continuous passing of shots your way.

Your phone rang in your hand.

“Yeah?” You answered, not even checking the caller ID.

“Baby? Love? Can y’hear me?” Harry asked.

“Yeah.”

“You’re not where y’said you’d be.” Harry sounded stressed.

“N-no I am. I sent you my location a-and I haven’t moved.”

You stood up and could feel yourself starting to panic. If Harry didn’t know where you were then there was no way of you knowing. Harry wasn’t ever a big enough drinker to get really drunk, unlike you.

You only ever got drunk when you felt you were in a safe environment, like tonight had been surrounded by all your closest girl friends. Or always with Harry.

Now that you didn’t have anyone and you were still drunk, you were getting anxiety of being alone and intoxicated.

Cue to shaky hands and tears.

“Are y’sure baby?”

“Y-yes. Fuck me. You’re not going to find me. Fuck. I don’t – shit – I.. I’m…”

“Hey, hey. Y/N, baby. Woah, slow down for me, okay? I am coming for you, okay? I just.. It was my mistake and I just need to relocate myself. You’re okay.”

Your phone was shaky in your hands and you started twisting your body around, as if expecting some random creepy guy to come around the corner and take advantage of you.

The twisting didn’t help your head, though, and was making you feel increasingly dizzy and sick.

“Y/N?” Harry asked urgently and you wondered whether you’d missed something he said.

“I-I’m scared.” You honestly said, backing yourself against a wall and trying to let the cool stone calm you down.

Your tears will no doubt have ruined your minimal makeup by now, not that that was a main priority of yours right now.

“Honey, you’re okay. I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

Harry sounded like he was running.

His voice sounded a little breathy and you could hear the fast movement of wind through the speakerphone.

“Y/N, love, turn on your data.” Harry said.

“I ran out.” You banged your head back against the wall, not even thinking about the pain that just caused.

You whimpered as you sank down onto the floor, knees tucked close to your chest and arm wrapped around your legs. Your phone was still to your ear, with Harry’s voice being the only sane thing in this moment.

“Okay, okay.” Harry muttered to himself rather than you. More running sounded from Harry’s end of the phone. “Baby, y’still there?”

“Mm.”

Your mind travelled to many worst case scenarios and due to how bad they were your panic only increased.

This was supposed to be your last nights as an unmarried couple and you couldn’t help but feel like you’d ruined that. He must’ve been having such a good night.

You’d seen a couple of photos on his private Instagram story and other people’s Instagram stories. Your fiancé looked divine. He just looked so perfect that it was difficult to believe that he had chosen you and you got to call him yours.

It did make you nearly cry that he was thinking of you, via Instagram, though.

“You feeling okay, baby?” Harry asked.

“Don’t know. I’m so sorry, Harry.”

“It’s okay. I’m not angry or upset. Just want to make sure you’re okay, my love.”

“Okay.”

“So you have to be brave for me, okay?”

“Yes, okay.”

You got stuck for a moment, trying to think of possible ways you could calm yourself down and distract yourself. Luckily, Harry was already one step ahead.

“Hey, baby?” He grabbed your attention.

“Yeah.”

“We’re getting married tomorrow.”

You couldn’t help but let the smile take over your face. You weren’t scared at all for tomorrow. You had no nervous jitters. All you felt was love in your heart for your husband to be.

“We are.”

“And you’re going to look so beautiful.”

“So are you.”

“I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress. I bet it looks so pretty.”

You sniffled, building back your strength and overcoming your anxiety. A lot of your strength came from the love you hold for Harry.

You heard a noise from your left and looked to see a cat rustling through some litter.

Your heart deflated when you realised it wasn’t Harry. You knew he was coming though. He was on his way and he would not stop running until he found you.

It was almost like a bad scene out of a romance movie.

The night before your wedding and something terrible goes wrong. It’s a sign!

“I think it’s just perfectly me.” You said, talking about your wedding dress.

“Sounds perfect to me then.” Harry paused for a moment. “Baby, did you walk under an archway, like, uh, a stone archway covered in pink flowers?”

“I-I don’t know. I don’t remember.” You ran a stressed hand over your forehead.

“Okay. That’s okay.”

“Everyone’s going to be so mad at me.” You began getting frustrated with yourself. “Fuck.” You breathed in a sob and exhaled with a bigger breath.

“Promise you no one’s mad, baby. Gem has messaged me a thousand times asking if you’re okay. I can’t even answer ‘cause this bloody maps apps is a fucking nuisance. I swear to–”

“Harry?” You furrowed your eyebrows, looking up from your knees to check your phone. He was still on the line. “Hello?”

“Y/N!” Harry shouted your name, but not from down the phone.

You could see Harry walking over to you very quickly, clearly panting from having run street after street.

“H.” You dropped your phone and cried as you saw him faster approach you.

Definitely a moment worthy of a romcom.

Harry was probably living his Ryan Gosling dreams.

“Baby, hey. I’m here. You’re okay.” Harry sank down to the floor and scooped his arms around you, pulling you close and squeezing oh so tight.

He sank down to his bum and leaned against the wall, pulling your entirely onto his lap. Too close wasn’t an option right now.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you sat sideways on his lap. Your face was tucked under his chin and his head rested on top of yours. You cried as Harry held you tight.

You couldn’t see Harry’s facial expressions but he was breathing out sighs of relief, some tears in his own eyes from the adrenaline of trying to find you. He had been just as scared as you, but had to remain strong for you. Now he had you he could let it all out.

“You’re never going to the toilet alone again.” Harry laughed. You laughed back.

“Deal.”

“That was scary.” Harry kind of mumbled, but you heard him anyways. He kissed your head a few times and you melted at the feel.

“Harry.”

“Yeah, love?”

“My head is so dizzy.”

Harry used a hand to tilt your head up so he could see your face. He noticed your mascara ridden face first of all, but beneath that you were all beauty.

“Tequila is only our friend for two rounds, remember?” He laughed at you. He was able to tell from your eyes that you weren’t exceedingly drunk, but definitely tipsy.

“I did not remember.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours as he shook his head with a grin. “You’re such a handful, you.”

“M’sorry.” You pouted.

“Never said I didn’t love you as a handful.”

“Do you? Love me a handful?” You used a hand to stroke over his cheek that had gotten so scruffy with the stubble he was trying to grow.

“‘Course. Love you every way and anyway. Love you so much. Love you until my body literally decomposes my wedding ring off my finger, and then some more.”

“That was dark, even for a 2AM drunk thought.”

“It was, wasn’t it?” Harry chuckled, noticing that smile on your face becoming more and more permanent.

“But I’ll love you for the same.” You promised.

Harry kissed you then, not wasting another moment of this evening away from you. Well, morning now. His lips were soft against yours and you smiled into the kiss, happy that he was here with you even if it was under really weird circumstances.

“Let’s go, trouble. We’ll go back to the hotel and I’ll kiss you all night.”

“Don’t you want to spend the rest of your night with the boys? You know, last night as a free man?” Even though you were suggesting this, all you actually wanted to do was kiss, kiss and kiss him.

“Free man?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows with disgust, “What are you talking about?”

“You know? People say the last night before they get married is their last chance to be free?”

“Why would I need to be free when I’ve got you? I’m choosing you, like I always have. Never needed to be free.”

You smiled warmly at him. “I’m shackling you to me for life.”

“Too right you are, baby. Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“Now, take me home, trouble.” You giggled.

“Oh. So I’m the trouble now?”

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yourinstagram tomorrow i get your last name forever <3 p.s. i would like to state that harry bought himself that tshirt :)

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harryfan1 oh to be y/n l/n

jeffezoff Where did you two go?

harryfan2 moustacherry fans rrIISEEEEE

harryfan3 wish my bf supported me with tshirts like that

jamescorden Tequila anyone?

harrystyles I am planning on wearing that tshirt tomorrow.

yourinstagram @/harrystyles the tshirt but nothing else please

gemmastyles @/jamescorden They aren’t coming back for tequila….

[u3pxx]

got the disco meshi au on my mind and i remembered that one time i drew a cursed elf!harry (like if they ever encounter a changeling circle in the au) and this is kind of just the extended version of that idea pftt

this was the original sketch for that. elves in dunmeshi don't really have facial hair so i just had to base what to do with his muttonchops on what happened with senshi's luxurious beard, stubble it up ig lol

[becauseheartsgetbroken-hs]

if you get it, you get it

[charleslovemustdie]

completely normal women. zero problems.

[pop-punklouis]

mustache!harry, always in my heart.

[mrtequilasunset]

He's a king dust demon with an ice pick smile

[brainrotdotorg]

Dressed up to hallow my ween!

[cinemastyles-backup]

Late Night Talking

Summary: Harry shows y/n his new song he wrote

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, biting, hair pulling, oral (f rec), simple cute filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

QUARANTINE HARRY

"I wrote a song for the new album." Harry says as he plays with my hair, "I think you'll like it."

"Yeah?" I lean up and bend my arm on the back of the couch, resting my hand on my hand, "Let's hear it."

He smiles shyly and lets out a sigh, "Okay." He taps his fingers on his leg and nods his head slightly as he hums, "We've been doin' all this late night talkin'.. 'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin'..Now you're in my life..I can't get you off my mind."

He looks over at me and shrugs, "It's just- something."

I smile and stare at him, "I can't wait to hear the full song, Harry." I bite my lip, "What's it about?"

His head snaps over to me quickly and a smile grows on his face. He shakes his head, "nothing." He chuckles, "Well, If you really want to know."

I nod, "Kind of."

He sighs and points to me, "You. Us."

"Really?" I tilt my head and smile, "Hmm."

"That a bad hmm?"

I shake my head, "Not at all. I just, I never really thought anyone would write a song about me."

He holds his arms open for me to lay on his chest, "I had to. You were the perfect muse for me."

"Perfect?" I lay a hand on his stomach, "Really?"

"Mhm. It's about, two people. Who.." he pauses and I can hear his heart beat speed up, "kinda.. fell in love during a certain time period.."

I believe he's referring to us being quarantined together.

"And they were away from each other, for only a couple days and ended up missing each other."

I smile and looks up at him, "That sounds very familiar."

He smirks and nods, "Yeah, yeah. Just wait until you hear the full song. It'll really hit you then."

I smile and shift closer to him, I lay an arm over his and play with his hair at the nape of his neck, "So. Late Night Talking.. does that refer to us.. not talking? Or.."

"Yes and no." He chuckles, "All the different conversations we have and had while laying in bed together for all hours of the night."

I twirl his hair around my finger and look over his face, "I like it."

"You didn't even-"

"I don't have to hear it, because if it's a song, written by you, about me. I know it'll be amazing." I lean in and kiss his lips.

He smiles and brushes hair out of my face, "You are pretty great, y/n."

"So are you." I kiss him again, gradually working up to a passionate make out, "So.. are we going.. to do.. some.. not talking.. late night.. talking?" I ask in between kisses.

He nods and pulls me into his lap, "Mhm."

His hands slide down my body and he lifts my shirt up and over my head tossing it behind us, "You don't need that." He says before reconnecting our lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck and grind down onto him. He moans lowly against my lips and kisses down my chest. He slides his hands back up and takes a nipple between each of his fingers.

I tilt my head back and moan as he nips the skin on my boobs.

He pushes his hips up to meet mine and I moan as the friction is applied hard to my clit, "Harry." I breathe out, "I need you."

He looks up at me and I look down at him. He continues to knead and pinch at my boobs, watching as my eyes roll back, "Harry." I whimper, "P-please."

"It has been a couple of days since I've had you, hasn't it?" He asks with a low chuckle.

I nod and pull his hair, "Yes."

"Looks like we have to do something about that, don't we baby?" He wraps an arm around my waist and stands up.

We make our way into the bedroom, and he throws me onto his bed, "I've missed you."

I smile up at him, "I've missed you."

He slips off his tee and pushes his sweats down, "I'm going to make you feel so good tonight." He takes my panties off and spreads my legs, looking over what he's missed.

Without another word he lays down on the bed and hooks his arms under my thighs and presses his tongue to my clit, letting out a loud moan, "Mm."

I arch my back off the bed and I gasp. I slam my hands down on the bed and grab the blanket, "Shit."

He works his way down, his mustache tickles my skin as his tongue sliding up and down my folds. I let out a loud moan, pulling him closer with my legs.

I tangle my fingers into his hair, "H-Harry." I gasp out as I start to pant. My chest rises and falls quickly as he slurps on my pussy, working me up to cum.

"Shit shit." I moan and roll my eyes closed, "Fuck." I whimper as I clench around his tongue. I let out a whine as I cum on his face and my arms fall limp to the bed.

Usually Harry pulls away by now but he didn't. Instead, he slips two fingers inside of me and curls them slowly.

Over and over again.

I arch my back off the bed and moan out his name loudly, "Harry."

He moans against my clit and works his fingers faster.

I'm back to panting and I can feel sweat start to form on my skin, "Fuck. Fuck." I moan, my hands desperately grabbing at his hair and pushing his head into me, "H-Harry."

He brings me to my second orgasm or the night and he leans back slightly to kiss up my thighs. I can feel the wetness from me clinging to the hair on his face and I bite my lip as he crawls up to hover over me.

"You like that?" He asks with a smug smirk on his face.

I nod, "very much."

He nods once and leans down to kiss me. Our lips move in sync as he kicks his underwear off, "I can't wait to feel you again." He mumbles as he kisses down my neck.

I place my hands on his chest and shoulder as he rubs the head of his cock against my soaked pussy. My nails press into his skin as he slowly pushes in and my lips part as a quiet gasp escapes my lips.

He moans and tilts his head back, "Fuck."

I wrap an arm around his neck and look up at him, "I've missed how good you feel."

He nods, "Uh huh." He presses his forehead to mine and slowly starts to thrust, "I agree."

I lay a hand on his cheek and bring my leg up to lay across his back. He reaches down and his hand grips the outer side of my thigh, "Fuck baby."

He locks his eyes with mine, "You-" he shakes his head and moans, "Make me feel so good."

I kiss him and moan into his mouth. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls back slightly. I gasp and pull myself closer to him.

I clench around him as I get ready to cum again, "Harry." I whimper as I dig my nails into his back.

He moans and slides a hand up to grip my hair. He tilts my head back and latches onto my skin.

I'll be surprised if there isn't a hickey there later.

I arch my back up, my chest pressing against his, "Fuck." I curse as my orgasm takes over my body for the third time.

He moans and let's go of my hair, "Fuck."

He places his hands on the bed next to my head and his thrusts get harder.

He groans as they gradually slow down and he pulls out, pumping his cock as he cums onto my stomach.

He stays still for a moment as we both catch our breathe.

"Amazing as always." He says with a smile. He stands up and walks over to the bathroom grabbing something to clean us both up with.

He tosses the towel into the basket and gets into bed next to me, planting a kiss onto my forehead, "So what do you want to talk about tonight?"

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DARREN CRISS - At stagedoor after the first performance of Maybe Happy Ending. 🩵🤖 | October 16, 2024 | 🎥 Ed 👩🏻‍🎨⚜

[flaxygo]

This is my *which?* fifth (😳) Daily Disco Artpost (feels like eternity to me). Some of my art is recent, but It's been 2 months since I finished the game, and this whole time I've been hoarding the fanart I've made only showing to my close friends. I used tumblr only for reblogging, was too shy to post and could never think that people would see my art anyway and now I'M SHOCKED. Ig that's just how the hellsite works hehe. I really hope I'll get to know the local DE community, I've already started to notice familiar profile pics here and there!! Btw tysm guys for nice words and notices and the tags!!

Apparently, Gravity Falls is trending again (😳😳😳) and in June I've made some sketches on DE in GF style and starfed working on a crossover fake screenshot... With cryptid <3... So I bet I should continue with them now. No conclusion only Harry.

[dhaaruni]

:(

[louisarmpits]

#LetHarryHaveAMustache2025

[shrimpalbuspotter]

I know it probably didn't happen like this but Delphi has so much Muggle in her design that imagining she had to personally go to the muggle world, buy silver and blue hair dye, get an Augurey tattoo, then purchase an abundance of denim jackets, ripped jeans, skirts, chokers, and off shoulder backless shirts... is so fucking funny. Like she sucked up any prejudice she was raised with surrounded by the Rowles just to perfect her disguise and ended up bringing home far too many things she didn't actually need but thought looked cool.

[ificouldflyhome369]

this man has never looked better