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[avalentina]

The Kindest Team Guy (TKTG)

IT'S HERE! PART 1 TO THE KINDEST TEAM GUY, my Navy Sealrry AU! ENJOY!

-Ava

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(image not mine, the white suit was giving me Navy dress white vibes tho)

One

Growing up, you were always around the same people, your mom had up and left shortly after you turned two, after that it was you and your dad. At the time, your father's call sign was 7 alpha 3, the demo guy, but that was when he was deployed and you were staying with Raina and her mom.

By the time you were 8, your dad was 7 Alpha 1, Master Chief Brian Fraiser. Your dad's team was your family. Heck to you they were your uncles. There was uncle Mitch-7 alpha 2 and Raina's dad. Uncle Jensen-7 alpha 3 (he was always the fun one, snuck you extra dessert), Uncle Craig-7 alpha 4 (he was gruff, but also a softie), Uncle Andy-7 alpha 5 (he was your favorite, because whenever he was there, so was Cheddar), Cheddar was uncle Andy's dog and the team K-9, Uncle Derrick-7 alpha 6, Uncle Dante-7 alpha 7, and Uncle Shane-7 alpha-8.

During a highly classified mission gone wrong shortly before your 16th birthday, your dad lost his life getting the rest of his team out safely. When the team returned to Coronado his body was in a pine wood box, a flag draped over the top. Now this easily could've been the traumatic life event that sent you spiraling into the world of drugs, alcohol, and all of that other horrible stuff, but it wasn't, at least not immediately. You graduated high school top of your class, you attended MIT and graduated with honors. And then you moved back home to Coronado, California. Uncle Mitch was now 7 Alpha 1 and you begged and pleaded with him to give you answers about what happened to your dad. You got the same hero speech from him and everyone else on Alpha team, including the new demo guy Harry who had just finished green team. Your formal request to the base and up the chain of command went absolutely nowhere. And finally after a year of begging for answers the right way, you turned to what you knew best, hacking.

You started small just to make sure your skills were still as sharp as could be. You chased down lead after lead after lead. Every single last tiny breadcrumb, until finally it clicked for you, all you'd need to really break open the system was access, and what better way to get it than by exploiting your connection to Seal Team 7 Alpha.

Harry was definitely the easiest mark, he knew of you but he didn't know you the way the rest of the team did, plus he was still a single male in his late twenties who enjoyed getting his dick wet. You took your time setting the trap, making it foolproof, all the way down to the strappy red top, denim miniskirt, white converse low tops and the perfect red lipstick. You walked into the cookout looking like straight fire and Harry ate it up, plus the other guys knew that Harry was one of the good ones and thus actually kind of encouraged the two of you, after all a six year age gap was nothing compared to Derrick and his new wife's 16 year age difference.

Harry asked you out on a date the very next day. To your surprise he set the bar quite high, after all he took you to Il Fornaio. He also didn't try to hide where you were going, he knew that wasn't the place you show up to in jeans and an old Coronado Amphibious Base t-shirt. Honestly, had you not been playing him, you could've seen yourself falling for him then and there. Harry was a gentleman at dinner and he insisted on holding your heels for you while the two of you just walked along the beach. He had gorgeous soft green eyes, currently trimmed dark brown curls, tattoos littered across his body like most other SEALs, and a smooth deep British accent that you found out came from his mother, his parents were divorced and he always enjoyed visiting his green beret father in the US, he had held dual citizenship almost his entire life. He told you how his father's line went back to the very first class of green berets and his decision to become a SEAL was hard on their relationship. His father was proud of course, him choosing to serve the US, but always made comments on how being a green beret wasn't good enough for Harry. In all truth, Harry just wanted to forge his own path. He was not his father and though he admired his service and bravery, Harry just wanted to carve his own way, leave the Styles name out of things.

Harry was also a very bright person as you found out, you knew he had to be in order to be a demolitions and explosives expert, but he wasn't just that kind of bright, Harry was quite the colorful person. He wore a black button up with lavender colored shorts, black gazelles, and had pink rimmed aviators folded on his not even half buttoned shirt, having undone another three since the two of you started your walk.

A chaste goodnight kiss outside your apartment building led to a deep, heated one and an invitation upstairs that he gladly accepted. Harry was strong enough to just toss you and your mildly curvy self around with ease, as was evidenced by how he quite literally just lifted your feet up off the elevator floor and threw you over his shoulder nonchalantly asking which way to your door. You kept your eyes on the way all the muscles in his back flexed as he walked and the firm ass hiding behind those shorts. You could honestly just tell that you were about to be ruined for other men, which sucked because you knew you wouldn't be able to see this one again. When he stopped in front of your door you gave his ass a quick smack just to confirm your suspicions.

"Heaven help me, even his ass is all muscle." You whispered to yourself, apparently not quiet enough though because a deep chuckle emerged from Harry.

"I'm a SEAL, and underwater explosives are one of my favorite things to handle, of course my ass is muscle." He continued, setting you upright so you could unlock your door.

"And not even a little bit cocky about it either." You commented back.

"You haven't seen me anywhere close to cocky yet love." He answered, pulling your back flush against his front. You moaned at the feeling of his well endowed package against the fleshy curves of your ass.

“I’m looking forward to it.” you said while opening your door.

Immediately after stepping over the threshold, harry had your door closed, locked, and your front pressed against it. He gave you a quick swat on the rear and moaned at the sight.

“Fuck,” he cursed before kissing you again. Harry’s mouth demanded access and you couldn’t stop him even if you wanted to(which you didn't).

“Har, touch me, please.” You practically begged, having had enough of your teasing banter for one night.

“So desperate you can’t even say both syllables of m'name anymore.” He taunted you before quite literally ripping your dress off your body, the black lace set you wore underneath was stunning on you but it didn’t stand a chance when set between the man and achieving complete mission success. It was like watching a singular piece of paper go through an industrial grade shredding machine, or ripping a flimsy receipt in half, there one second, completely gone the next. The sting from the snap of the thong sent tingles to all the right places. A quick glance up showed Harry still fully clothed as your fingers rushed to even the score.

“Well, go on then, get rid of it, know you wanna touch them, I saw you eyeing my ink.”

“It’s just… they’re just so… i just want to lick them all.” you stuttered at first before just letting it out. Harry’s eyes darkened even more as you shoved the shirt off his broad shoulders and pushed him onto your bed. You immediately climbed over him and lazily traced the ‘17 Black’ tat with your tongue before moving inwards to the swallows and down to the butterfly. Harry rid himself of his shorts while you took your sweet time on the butterfly loving the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as you swept your tongue over the lines of ink. You heard his breath catch as you reached the laurels and wet them before jumping straight to the tiger. You took a bold chance and scraped your teeth along the tiger as you made your return to his brief covered cock that is definitely leaking if the wet patch on said briefs is anything to go by. You take a hot second to feel him up over the cloth restraint before taking his cock out and looking up at him.

You bat your eyes innocently and descend, wrapping your lips around him. Up, down, hold. That’s the pattern you use, after a bit you take him further, brushing your nose against the littered hairs and running your tongue along his sac.

“FUCK.” you hear him curse and you smile before popping off for a breath. Harry pulls you up and smothers your lips with his, one hand wound in your hair and the other kneading your ass. With a quick smack he rolls so you’re pinned under him. “My turn for a taste.”

With that he lowers his face to your tits, licking and suckling until they both stand at attention for him. Leaving his hands to play, he continues south until he is right over your dripping cunt. Harry is not the jump right in and get it done kind of guy. Well, that's not true because he can be if he wants to be, or if his companion for the night begs him enough. But tonight is not one of those nights. He starts slow, completely avoiding the spots he knows you want him most. Instead going for your plush thigh, trailing his tongue down further still he presses quick kisses from the back of your knee all the way down to your ankle before repeating his movements going up the other leg.

By the time he reaches your mound again, you're a panting, whimpering, moaning mess and he loves it. Would bottle up those sounds and replay them over and over again when he needs to get himself off.

Harry continues to tease you, pressing the softest barely there kisses all over your soaked pussy.

"More, Harry, please, I need more, FUCK!" You cry out until at long last he sucks your clit right into his mouth, pops off after just a second and dives head first into your dripping heat.

"Oh, GOD! Harry, I'm about to come."

"Let it go y/n. I want every last drop." Harry replies, his voice sending vibrations through you, and just like that you're flying over the edge into the best, longest, most intense orgasm you've ever experienced.

Harry doesn't let up until he's sure he cleaned it all up.

"Fucking delicious." He says before kissing you again. The lingering bit is passed back and forth as you continue to twirl your tongue with Harry's. After a moment he pulls away and grabs a condom out of a side pocket in his shorts.

"Up to you love." He says, completely genuine, but also with a full smirk.

"Yes please, Petty Officer Styles." You teasingly sass back.

"And for full points?" He teases, slowly ripping the condom packet and rolling it on.

"Petty Officer Second Class Harry Styles." You reply, using his full rank.

"Good girl." He answers and slowly sinks into your cunt until he bottoms out.

"Fuck, you're so fucking deep Harry. Feels so fucking good."

"This fucking pussy was made for me, damnit, taking me so well darling, the perfect squeeze.

"Oh God, go, GO HARRY!" you command and like an obedient soldier he follows orders, pulling out halfway and thrusting back in. Further and further he pulls back until only his tip remains. Fucking you so thoroughly, you're glad you have a corner apartment and no shared walls in your bedroom. There would be no mistaking the moans of pleasure, the thorough banging of a headboard, and the slick sounds of Harry gliding in and out of you at a ruthless pace and consistency only a SEAL could.

You screw your eyes shut as he plunges impossibly deeper, so deep your sure he'll split you in half. He's relentless, not slowing down, not letting up. Harry plunges into you, again and again and again, you can feel the bubble rising ready to pop when he stills inside you, effectively removing you from the edge.

"Not…yet… want…to…see…if…i can…get…a…good…gush…from…you." He says in between deep, quick thrusts.

"Harry, I haven't squirted since college.

"Don't need you to squirt, just a good gush, I want you to drench my fucking cock. Makes me come harder, and I'm barely holding it back now you're so fucking perfect. Can you do that f'me? Be a good girl and gush all over m'cock?"

"FUCK!" You let out as his dirty words wash over you and make you want nothing more than just to please this hot as fuck man. Whatever he wants, you will give. Your vision goes fuzzy as you feel yourself tip over.

"Atta girl!" Harry praises you and flicks your clit just right, you can't help but continue to gush. A pleasured cry of, "Shit, yes baby," leaves his mouth as he spills into the condom.

After just a moment, he carefully pulls out and heads into your ensuite to dispose of the rubber. He returns with a warm rag and ever so gently cleans you up before tossing the rag in your towel bin. After which he climbs back into your bed behind you for a warm cuddle.

"Do you want me to stay, or would you prefer I head out?" He asks you quietly.

"Stay." You whisper just before falling asleep.

The next morning you awake to the sound of your shower running and realize that now is your chance. His wallet is still in his shorts and you quickly nab his military id before cloning it and returning the original.

When Harry exits your ensuite you're back in bed, eyes wide open as he steps out, towel drying his trimmed curls.

"Oh, you're awake. Hope you don't mind that I took a quick shower. If the guys catch me smelling like sex this morning they probably won't be happy."

"Instead you can smell like citrus and lavender?" They'll still know it's mine, I've used that stuff most of my life, helps me stay calm and it's not overbearing. Hell it's been in Mitch's house. From my sleepovers with Raina." You reply.

"Oh well, too late now. But I was thinking I could pick up a few things after my day and cook you dinner?" He asks, not being shy about wanting to see you again.

"Not tonight, I've got a full day of coding ahead of me. Won't be out of my office until late, like early morning late." You say as you walk him out. "Call me tomorrow?" You add with a wink. Harry smiles and then heads towards base.

*Harry's POV*

After a nice ride to base, on top of everything last night, I'm on fucking cloud nine. Y/N was just so fucking perfect, she's beautiful, intelligent, witty, and being in her presence is like rays of sunshine peeking through the clouds. She definitely has the spirit to be a category five hurricane, but she also just doesn't give a damn if she doesn't want to. The perfect switch, that complements mine real well. I'm practically daydreaming as I walk through the halls duffle in hand and badge at the ready. When I hit the cages, I change quickly before slapping on my tracking bracelet and slipping in my earbuds for a nice long run.

After a good hour, I swap my shorts and tank for the dive gear in my backpack. A waterproof earpiece from base command tells me where I'm headed and outlines a few details about my 'mission'. When the timer starts running down I'm quick to dive under and head towards the sonar signal. I diffuse fake bomb after fake bomb, inspect entrance hatches and disarm explosive after explosive meant to kill me and the rest of my team with tripwire traps and riggings. I go until my oxygen tank gets too low to continue at which point I head for dry land and a quick briefing with Mitch.

"The fuck are you doing looking into that op Harry?" Mitch hollers, glaring daggers at me.

"What op? I haven't looked at a digital screen other than my tracker and cell all day. I've been underwater for the last four hours, sir." I reply, having no clue what the fuck he's going on about.

"Prove it, pull up the tracker," he commands and I follow my orders without hesitation.

"Who was your acting command officer?" He asks, now clearly pissed about something else. "And give me your damn badge."

"Lieutenant Commander Danielson was my ACO sir." I reply and hand him my badge.

"With me," is all he says before leaving the room and I don't hesitate to follow.

When we reach Danielson's sector Mitch calls out, "Danny, were you Styles' ACO today?"

"Yes, Master Chief." Is the reply but Mitch is already turning to head somewhere else.

"Rai (pronounced Ray) tell me who hacked it." Mitch says to his Lieutenant daughter. She works mainly in command and is the youngest on her team of 5 highly trained data software mechanical engineers. Rai earned the respect of each and every person under her command with her impressive talent and knack for leadership she shows.

"Whoever hacked it, knows what they're doing, that's for sure, but it also wasn't actually hacked. It was cloned, meaning there's a duplicate of his id running around, but since they aren't the same composite I can't track the clone like I can the original." Rai explained.

"Just shut down his old one and get him a new one Rai, now." Mitch added before going back towards the cages. "Styles, go home and do some soul searching, see if you can figure out which of your little girlfriends or hookups or whatever you call them would've done this."

*3rd Person POV*

That is precisely what he does. He has some random movie on just for the noise, but he sits at his table making a list of all the people he’s hooked up with in the past 6 weeks. There was Britt, Katya, Grace, Brad, Liz, and you. Britt was a friends who sometimes hook up kind of thing. Grace was a really cute waitress at a diner on the pier. Brad is an intelligence officer for Seal Team 3 Delta, and Liz was on a layover to tokyo from New York that got grounded due to mechanical failures. You were obviously well, you. But something in the back of his head remembered Mitch saying ‘that op’ which could only mean your father’s op. However Katya was an American born to Russian parents who fled shortly before Putin took office. Her father was an officer in the Russian military, but not a fan of Putin. Which could make Katya seem unlikely to flip. With that he was down to two options, you and Katya. For your sake he hoped it wasn’t you, Mitch would take that personally, but Katya would be an international spy and Harry trusted his sense of someone’s character and Katya was very nice, Harry felt like she had a good head on her shoulders.

-The next morning-

Harry had an early briefing with Mitch to reveal where his soul searching led him. Walking into that briefing with unease swirling in his gut.

“Well?” Mitch asked him.

“I’m down to two, but I did bring all six names with me for you to look at as well.” Harry said to Mitch.

“Brad’s clean, we both know that, but I’ll have Rai look at the rest of these, wait, seriously?” Mitch trailed off towards the end having finally spotted your name. “No way she’s capable of that Harry.”

“With respect sir, her background is in computer science and analytics, she is extremely proficient in statistics and probability, and an eval was never done on her after that incident, as much as I hate to say it because I really do like her, we’ve no idea how losing her father affected her. She was raised by soldiers, she knows how to brush things off and make it appear like she’s coping well, she knows all of you and could easily manipulate how her emotions come off in front of all of you, which is why I consider her the prime suspect.” He states although his shoulders drop with the last part of his statement.

Mitch steps out for a few minutes and comes back with Raina. “Ask her, Rai knows Y/N better than anyone, and Rai this doesn’t prove anything.”

Harry explains his thoughts one more time and after a few seconds of deliberation and a deep breath Raina turns to Mitch and responds, “You want to know if Y/N has the skills required to pull off cloning a military id, my answer without a doubt is yes, she absolutely has the required skills, and I agree with Harry, she is excellent at masking her emotions, i’ve seen it, it hurts me to say this, but we do need to look into her. My best suggestion would be to send Harry in unannounced.” She finishes speaking, her voice conveying the warring emotions she’s currently feeling.

“Fine. Harry, any objections?” Mitch answers.

“None, Sir.” Harry responds.

“Then its on, I want you recording, it won’t transmit, we don’t want anything going up the chain yet, I still want to shield her from the worst of this if I can, right now I have to believe that she’s just a kid looking for answers. If only i’d tried harder to get them for her.”

*Y/N’s POV*

I wrap up an intense line of code before I start my 30 seconds of this hour in the military’s system. It’ll take approximately 4 days to complete that year’s worth of files doing 30 seconds each hour, but I designed this program myself and I know it will work. My VPN is completely untraceable during those 30 seconds and the same engineer would have to be watching the computer for 48 hours straight in order to see the pattern (the same 30 seconds of each hour, with 24 different combinations so that they only repeat the same 30 seconds on a military clock), because it looks like Harry is just scrolling through old files without opening any of them when they are actually being backed up to an untraceable cloud drive, where I can flip through them.

“Y/N? Are you home? I brought lunch.” Harry's voice sounds from outside my front door. I exit and lock my office quickly knowing the program will shut off and exit the navy’s systems by itself.

“Hey, I thought we said you weren't going to swing by today. Luckily you caught me while I had a few minutes of downtime from my project for work.” I say to him after opening the door.

“Yeah, sorry about that, they didn't need me on base anymore today, so I thought maybe I'd surprise you. I brought tacos.” He smiles sheepishly.

“You're lucky you're cute Styles.” I say with a smile.

After we finish eating, I go to make a move on him, sitting myself on his lap, but he surprises me by flipping us so that I'm in the chair, and being a kinky fucker he slips a pair of handcuffs around my wrists.

“I know you cloned my military ID and used it to hack into the navy's system, care to explain, something about a certain op.”

“I have no idea…”

“Please don't make this difficult Y/N, Mitch already knows. The system records who logs in and the exact time stamp, as soon as I used my badge and access code on base this morning before going for training, which I was dark for, they knew it had been hacked.”

“Harry I never meant to hurt you, that's not how this started, ok fine, hurting the navy is exactly how this started.”

“You are going to have to tell me everything, or Mitch and I can't protect you. Because for some reason, I have this need to protect you even after you hacked my military ID.”

“I haven't been the same person since before my father got killed Harry. His death is the reason I went into tech. After his death I threw myself into my degree, hoping that with time the details would be declassified, after five years they still weren't, so I tried making an official request, I just wanted to know how my father died, and not the bullshit hero excuse they use when trying to cover something up. Plus the team's story was too perfect, it was word for word, even I know that means they're hiding something. So I decided I was going to exploit my connection to 7 Alpha. You were hot, the guys were encouraging you to get with me, and frankly the sex was the best I've ever had. I hesitated that morning while you were in the shower, mainly because part of me wanted to see you again and I knew we couldn't once I actually cloned your ID. I've been chasing answers for so long Harry, and I am finally about to get them. I can't let it go, I won't let it go.”

“I know you won't, nor would I expect you to. Now I have to ask if you were planning on selling any of the information you retrieved to other nations, or putting it online anywhere?”

“No, honestly the thought had crossed my mind at one point, but I wouldn't be my father's daughter if I did. And he taught me to always get justice for those that can't get it for themselves. That was the whole point of being a SEAL. Truth, justice, and protecting those that can't from the people who mean us harm.” I wrap up and Harry pulls a device out of his back pocket and switches it off.

“A recorder, it's private don't worry, Mitch just wants to make sure we don't have to get command involved. He was blaming himself earlier. My hope is that we can forgive each other, because whatever this is between us, that's been going on for months, even though our first official date was three days ago, I don't want it to end either.”

“You… you can really forgive me for hacking the navy? Command isn't going to arrest me?”

“The teams are a family, one you were born into, they aren't going to turn on you. Especially when they all wanted to tell you in the first place. And someday, our kids will be a part of that family too.”

There was an awkward bit of silence for about a minute before the laughter broke out.

“Yeah, I can't believe I just said that.” Harry said, though the smile on his face told me he was seeing it too. This was just the beginning for us.

Hope you enjoyed! Let me know what your thoughts are!

-Ava

[avalentina]

So... I have this major crush on Tom Holland in a Spidey suit.

But hot damn, it won't be Tom I'm seeing in a Spidey suit tonight!🥵💦

An absolutely beautiful, and highly erotic piece of writing!

bug

in which harry is spider-man, and y/n happens to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time

word count: 4k~

pairing: spiderman!h and y/n

warnings: sexual assault. danger. angst. kissing. grinding. kinda mask kink?

author's note: i know i said i was gonna work on florist... but let's be honest, when have i ever done what i said i was going to do? he just grabbed me by the throat okay? i'm sorry.

Harry… he’s not like everyone else. 

He does things he doesn’t always enjoy doing, but he does them because he has to. Because if he doesn’t, then who will? These aren’t things he can hide, and he’s judged for them. Not everyone likes what he does.

But it’s fine. It’s part of the job. 

Being Spider-Man isn’t easy. 

The moment he was aware of what he could do, Harry accepted his fate of fighting crime, defending those that couldn’t with superhuman abilities which came from the bite of a radioactive spider at the lab he interned for. 

He felt so alone, so alienated under the harsh newspaper headlines that labeled him a demon, a criminal, a havoc, that sometimes he wondered what separated him from the bad guys he caught so violently with. It was a struggle to keep in mind his end goal: keep his city safe. To fight for good. To protect. 

Some nights, like tonight, he was so numbed by the repetitive nature of his days, the brutal fighting over and over again that seems to never end, that as he stooped on the ledge of a tall building, he wanted so carelessly to damn it all to hell. Why him? Why, why, why? 

Harry was tired, having not slept more than eight hours in the past week, and he the strain on his senses is noticeable. Every sound makes his breath catch in anticipation, any movement agitating his hyperfocused irises. He felt like a thread pulled tight. So tight, he was beginning to fray, to snapping. Normally, the suit he wears goes unnoticed. But tonight? He felt it on every inch of his skin. Harry wanted to rip it off. 

He’s playing with the fabric, snapping it against his skin, when he hears it. 

“No, please. I don’t have any money, please stop touching me, I’m begging you.”

The voice was female. Sweet and innocent, but filled with fear. It didn’t sound right. He swung off in the direction of the yelps before he even knew what he was doing, why he was doing what he was doing. 

“Oh, we know that,” a man laughed and there was a rustle telltale of struggle. He was a drunk, Harry knew by the phlegm in his tone, “you’ve got something much better than money.”

He was getting closer by the second, could almost feel his webs sticking to the girl’s assailant. All the fatigue from earlier melted off him as he entered the necessary headspace to fight someone. 

“Stop it! Stop! You’re hurting me!” The mystery girl was crying now, panic taking full control of her voice. 

“Quit moving, girl!” Harry could tell by the increased scuffling that her attacker was getting frustrated, his movements more aggressive. 

He was a blue of red and blue as he swung into the alley where a large bearded man had cornered and was pawing a young girl. He saw flashes of skin and clothing, and didn’t hesitate to kick the man off her. 

“She told you to stop,” he chastised. The webs shot out of his wrist at their own accord, wrapping around the man’s ankles and wrists and clamping over his mouth. He was on the floor now, thrashing and trying to regain some sort of balance, but Harry knew he had fully incapacitated him. 

The dim light leaking in from the flickering street lamp sprayed on the girl as she crouched in the corner, shivering with wide, wet eyes, and Harry’s heart broke. 

“It’s all right now, sweetheart,” he said softly so he wouldn’t scare her anymore than she already was. He knew what the media thought of him. 

She flinched at the sound of his voice, so he tried again, “I’m not going to hurt you-“ 

A loud grunt interrupted him, and a prickly feeling of irritation ran down his spine and jerked him into action. Harry picked the man up by the collar, grumbled out a shut up, motherfucker and knocked him out cold with a punch. 

“Sorry about that,” he huffed once the man slumped down silently, “did he hurt you?” 

The girl tilted her wobbly chin up, and it felt as though he had fallen from the tallest building in the city and smacked down on the ground back first, all the breath from his body vanished. She shook her head and shivered again, sniffling. 

“What’s your name?” Harry asked, whispering. Hoping that the smile hiding underneath his mask was audible. 

“Y/n,” she peeped, side-eyeing him like she was testing him, “and yours?” 

He chuckled, the sound low in his throat, “you know my name.” It wasn’t a question, but y/ nodded anyway. He thought the name was cute, fitting. He thought she was cute even in her disheveled state. Hair a flurry around her, her eyes rimmed with red and her cheeks pink from the chill of night. “Say it.”

It came out like a prayer from her lips, and he’s sure that he wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t for his superhuman hearing. A thrill ran though him, his body tensing as if preparing to fight  “Spider-man.”

“That’s right,” his nod was a mere chin dip. He cocked his head, crouched low so they were at an even height. “Are you scared of me?”

“No.” 

“Good. How ‘bout I take you home? Spider-style.” He sprung up and held out his hand, waiting, hoping, for her to take it. 

She was tender in his palm, soft. Wrapping his hand around hers securely, he helped her to her feet and slung a web towards the bags she had dropped in the midst of her fighting. She tried to pull back, but Harry held her still and shook his head. 

“This won’t work if we’re not touching, you that right?” 

He watched as the realization set in, her eyes widening and her pouty lips parting. 

“We’re-?” She gestured loosely at him and the buildings, and he chuffed. Yeah, she was cute. 

“Yes. We are. Unless you want to walk?” 

“No.” 

“Good. Come closer. Closer,” she steps timidly forward until her mary janes are touching the tips of his booted feet. “I’m going to grab you now,” he warned. 

“Okay-“ looping an arm around her waist, he clutched her close. She was cold, smaller than him. Y/n was shaking, her heart beating fast. He could tell that she was still running high on adrenaline, and that it would only spike further. 

“Where do you live?” 

She rattled an address he recognized as one of the semi-safer parts of the city. 

“Ready?”

He doesn’t wait for the full yes to leave her mouth, and together they leave the ground. They swung between buildings, Harry reveling in the way she held on to him and squealed in his ear. It felt a lot like sharing, and when she laughed, he felt a little less lonely for the first time since all this happened.

When they land on her fire escape, he tries not to think about how erotic it feels to have her slide down the front of his body, or how her palms glide down his chest. Or how her breath hitches when he involuntary leans forwards. 

Instead he holds on tight to her goodbye, letting her sweetly mumbled “night, spidey” lull him to sleep when he gets home. 

And that was the first time they met. 

****

The next time, it’s burglars. 

It’s two guys in ski masks throwing bricks through the glass window of a romance bookstore, and a shrill scream that halts everything to a stop and sends him leaping down and swinging from light poles to get to the shop. The sun isn’t even all the way down yet. 

And Harry knows she’s there. His sense doesn’t pick up on people, but he knows because a funny feeling kicks it’s way through his gut and his heart beats a little faster. 

These guys have empty backpacks and thick jackets, heavy duty boots. Briefly, it occurs to Harry that out of all the places to rob, this is the most stupid. 

But it doesn’t matter how stupid the crime is, because it’s still dangerous, and she’s still in danger. 

From his vantage point behind the guys that didn’t even hear him land, he can see that y/n has taken a place behind the register and is on the phone- with the cops most likely. There aren’t any customers inside because- as the signs on the door says- they had just closed. So it’s just her. 

Harry waits for them to actually trespass (another crime to keep them behind bars) before actually doing anything. He shoots a web at one of the guys feet and another at his hands quickly, silently. The first, now on the floor, is yelling so that his partner, deeper in the store, gets a warning. 

“Fucking get the girl, Sly!” He shouts. 

Sly, the other guy in the store, takes one look over his shoulder and does as he was told. He jumps at y/n, and suddenly there’s a gun in his hand. 

Suddenly, Harry can’t breathe because it’s pressed against y/n’s temple. She’s in a chokehold at his chest, clawing at a meaty bicep and choking back tears of fear. 

“Now, Sly,” he held his hands out in front of him and slowly walked forward. “There’s no need for all this. Let the girl go.” 

“Shut up! Shut up! I need to think,” Sly’s eyes were wide beneath his mask. He’s frazzled and huffy and Harry’s so scared he’s going to act irrationally. His senses are peaked, eyes tracking every minuscule movement in search of an opening. Y/n is trying to make eye contact with him (or at least as much as she can through the mask) to gain some kind of reassurance, and it’s crushing him that he can’t look at her. 

Sly fucks up, using the gun to scratch his head while thinking, and Harry steps in, webbing his hand to the nearest fixture in a move that knocks the weapon out of his hand. The other however, is still around y/n, so he’s running forward to snatch her away while he’s busy glancing at his hand. 

Once she’s safely deposited on the side somewhere- and he doesn’t miss the way her hands follow him as he falls away, as if mourning the loss of his touch- Harry eagerly pummels the guy. 

“Fuck you and you’re thinking,” he grits out, clocking him once, twice, and three times before he’s unconscious on the floor. 

His chest is heaving, his fist flexing out from its clench. Turning and stepping over the body, he asks, “Are you alright, y/n?” 

“You remembered my name,” she said. She stood up, walking towards him as he did the same. They’re chest to chest, and she lifts a hand. Trying to touch him. 

But he can’t bear it. Can’t bear her touching him because he knows it’ll break him. So he catches the and holds it mid-air. Tries to appease her by combing her hair back with his free hand, and it works. 

“‘Course I did, sweetheart,” he’s taken by the way she leans into his touch, nuzzling his hand like a puppy. In a trance almost, one that’s broken by the distant screech of cops. “I have to go.”

He lets her go, and- “Spider-man, wait!” 

But he couldn’t wait, the sirens were just around the corner. 

****

The third time it’s by accident, and she doesn’t even know it’s him. 

The brush shoulders at a coffee shop, and the distinct smell of her perfume making turn around, like those cartoons with the pie, to watch her walk down the street through the window. Harry is mesmerized by the swing of her hips and is surprised by his Victorian fascination over the swish of her skirt against her ankles. Teasing. She has a tote bag slung on her shoulders, and a book in one hand while the other brings her iced tea to her lips. His eyes lock on her tongue swiping up a droplet of her drink, and his teeth clench. He can’t do this. Not with her. He can’t lust after her. She’s too sweet. 

He frowns and shakes his head because she’s reading while walking, and in the city that’s just begging for an accident. 

He glances down at the title. 

And then he goes to buy it at the bookstore she works at. 

**** 

So it’s the fourth time now. Not even two days after he saw her at the coffee shop. And again, she doesn’t know it’s him. 

He understands why she got hired at the pink romance store. He’s walking around like a creep, an isle over as she makes her way through the customers, asking if they need help and recommending her favorites (all of which he memorizes) or whatever might fit their inquiries. Her voice sweeter than all the times he had previously heard it. She has a very interesting way of talking about sex in books, very innocent. And suddenly, Harry realizes she isn’t. 

He finds the book she was walking around with the other day, and is flipping through it when she stumbles upon him. 

“Oh!” she stutters, skirting to a stop and glancing down at what’s in his hands. He keeps his gaze locked in her face, notices the way her skin flushes when she notices what he’s holding, and how she struggles to maintain eye contact with him as she says, “that one is- it’s uh- really good.” 

Just to fuck with her, he tucks the novel under his arm and cocks a hip against the shelf. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yep.” She rolls her lips in her mouth and flicks her eyes over to the shelf next to him, then back to the book under his arm and her face turns red. 

Harry attempts to hide his smirk, and fails. “Got any other ones you liked as much as this one?” 

Nodding, “A few.” 

“Great, I’ll take them.” 

She rings him up, bright red, and stutters her way through a conversation about what it’s like to work here, if it’s safe, if the rumor about the robbery was true. 

And he’s so, so pleased, when she said, “spider-man took care of me,” with the dreamiest smile dawning on her angelic face. 

**** 

The fifth time he can’t stop thinking about her. 

He’s incredibly surprised at her explicit choice of reading material. 

Two out of the three novels explore mask kinks. 

Who do they both know wears a mask? 

Him.

In the novel she was so caught up in she couldn’t even put it down as she was walking down the street, the female heroine is rescued my a masked vigilante whom she later has very kinky sex with. Mask included. 

And… well, Harry just can’t but think that it’s such a coincidence that she picks up this book after their interaction. That she’s so consumed by it she can’t leave it alone, not even while she’s walking, and then she blushes at the mere mention of his name. Could it possibly be that… she was thinking of him? 

No. 

No it couldn’t be. 

She was too… too sweet to be reading this absolutely filthy things. Too pretty. 

He’s confused, and maybe that’s why he finds himself pacing the roof of the building across from her in the dead of night, staring at her fire escape like a total weirdo. The newspapers would have a field day with what he was doing, and y/n would run for the hills screaming if she knew what he was thinking about. 

Flashes of all the indecent things he wanted to do to her ran through his mind like a torture montage. His head between her thighs with only the bottom half of his mask pulled up. Kissing her while she’s completely naked, sitting in his lap while he’s still totally dressed in his suit. 

He wanted to-

There was a flicker of light at the window he knew was hers, and everything in him stilled. He watched like a peeping tom as y/n opened her window and crawled onto the fire escape. She was in a flimsy pair of shimmery shorts and a t-shirt that just barely grazed her belly button. 

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and from his vantage point he could see the peaks of her nipples poking against the fabric, taunting him. 

Harry groaned, low in his throat. 

And then she looked at him. 

Eyes wide, lips parted, her hands clenching and unclenching against her thighs that were pressed together and-

A breeze swept through in his direction, and carried the scent of arousal. 

Her arousal. 

She mouthed hi. 

And then he was on her fire escape, standing right in front of her. His body was tense, ready to spring into action. Silently, he crouched at the opposite end of her, the space between them small on the rickety fixture. 

“Spider-man,” she whispered, as if testing the waters. There was an eagerness in her tone, and Harry had an idea of why that was. He felt it too, hard in his cock. 

“Hello, y/n,” he rasped. 

“What are you doing here?”

“You know. You know why I’m here.” He tilted his head and beckoned her, “come. Sit.” Harry pointed at his thighs, and sluggishly, y/n got up and straddled him. He could feel her thighs quivering around him, weak from nerves or lack of balance, so he placed his hands on her hips and guided her so their centers aligned, and they were looking right at each other’s face. 

“I don’t understand,” her lips were pouty, shiny under the mooonlight. He wanted to bite them until they were swollen.

“Don’t lie,” he pinched her thigh in punishment and then soothed it with a soft caress. “Lift up my mask.” 

Her shaking hands crept up his chest, feeling, and he groaned, absently thrusting up into her. She gasped, but her hands continued to move, wrapping delicately around his throat in search of the seam. When she found it, she pulled the mask up, but stopped so it rested at the bridge of his nose. Just as he knew she would. 

Chilly fingers skittered on the line of his jaw, over his lips. Her eyes dazed, memorizing, “What’s going on?”

“Will you do as I say, y/n?”

“Yes.” 

Their mouths came together in a rush, wet and lacking any order. Like they were picking back up in the middle of a make-out session. She tasted like mint, cool and fresh and dulcet. Her tongue was timid, submissive to his, but equally as curious. His teeth grazed her lips, and she purred. Her core felt molten hot even through his suit, and he knew without even having to touch her that she was so wet for him. 

 Harry pulled back and rested his forehead against hers, their chests heaving as they greedily suck in air, “take what you want from me. I’ll give it to you. But don’t ask questions. And don’t take off my mask. Understand, sweetheart?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Good. Now sit,” to emphasize, he pushes her down on his thick cock and rubs her back and forth, “in my lap and grind your sweet little pussy on me until you come.” 

Y/n flushes at his vulgarity, and leans back in to kiss him, her hands finding purchase on his shoulders as she begins to move just how he showed her. The weight of her pussy on him engulfed him, and as she dragged up against him, slowing down and pausing at the head of his dick and swiveling so he could feel her clit, stars exploded behind his clenched eyes. Y/n was already whimpering, hot mouthfuls of air puffing into his mouth so it was clear she wasn’t breathing right. He pulls back and dips his head so he’s able to kiss down her throat and to her chest, bringing his mouth to the plushy mouth of her tits. 

“That’s it,” he praises against her nipple, “that’s it, sweet girl, you’re almost there.” 

Her moans fill the air, increasing and climbing until she shatters and Harry fucks up against her like it’s the real thing. A wet spot darkens the front of her panties, and he’s sticky inside his suit. They’re both spent, heaving as they clutch each other on the fire escape. 

Y/n nuzzles against him, “will you come back?” 

“I’ll try, sweetheart,” he whispers kissing her forehead and standing with her in his arms so he can place her safely back inside. 

He doesn’t follow, doesn’t cross the threshold.

Because if he does, their night won’t end just yet.

[harrrystyles-writing]

Oiii

Eu perdi a listinha que você uma vez fez contendo os perfis de outros escritores de imagines com o Harry, tem como você indica aqui de novo pra euuuu ♥️ amo demais sua escrita e vire e mexe estou aqui lendo como se fosse a primeira vez..

Boa noiteee e estou ansiosa pro post de hoje 😍

Ahhh muito obrigada pelo carinho meu amor😍

Aqui está a lista meu anjo, não lembro se é a mesma, mas é dos que eu lembro

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@little-big-fan

@nightstars5

@hstyles-imagines

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@1d-imagines-zayn

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[avalentina]

Write it Dory! Would love to read it!

can’t stop thinking about a fic idea where yn is famous too and word gets out that she is dating harry but they are trying to keep it hush hush but like the crazy fans start to hate on her ofc and they both attend some event but walk the red carpet separately and yn is getting some pretty nasty comments thrown at her and she is trying her best to keep a straight face but harry knows she is hurting and he goes against their rule and walks over to her, hugs her and tells her it will be alright, he is there with her and he looks at her with the most lovesick look and its all sweet and mushy and she gets through it with him by his side🥹

[harrystylescherry]

The Quarantine Couch (Harry Blurb)

A/N: First things first, I would like to make a subtle flex and let you know that this is 95% based on the sex I had last night. I literally could not stop thinking about it so I turned it into the filth that is this blurb. 

Word count: 2.1k

What it is: filth, bby. we got oral, we got riding, we got railing. all in a cute lil package. enjoy. 

MASTERLIST 

p.s: this is not proof read so do not come for my neck

You and Harry were staying with your parents for quarantine. It was definitely not the plan, but you had been visiting them when the state’s stay-at-home order took into effect and despite your protests, Harry thought it would be best to stay and not add to the insane number of people still traveling to get to their families when there was no reason to. You had argued that you two had every reason to get on a plane and go somewhere else; he needed to be with his team to sort everything out, he needed to be in a space where he could make music, and you needed to get away from your family.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like your family, because you did, but they could be a lot and your house in your small town was small and quarantine didn’t exactly have an end date. Harry swore to you that it would be fine and he guilted you by bringing up the fact that you two never really spent much time with your family despite the two of you dating for almost two years. The condition of your agreement to stay with your family was that you would leave as soon as the stay-at-home order was lifted.

The first two days went fine, but on the third day you tried to initiate sex with Harry and that’s when you learned how badly quarantine was going to suck. Your parents were letting you sleep together in your childhood room after you argued about it for almost an hour, yelling about how you were two grown, mature adults, so that wasn’t the problem. The problem was, Harry thought having sex down the hall from your parents was a bit disrespectful. You didn’t have a lock on your door and the walls were thin.

You two had been arguing about it since quarantine started and you had become so sexually frustrated that you wanted to punch him in his pretty face. It had been almost eight weeks since you had touched each other and every time you brought it up, he said “Babe, we’ve gone weeks without sex before. We’ll be fine.” You then had to remind him that it was different because the tour meant not seeing each other. Now, you were sleeping in the same bed every night, but couldn’t touch him. It was torture. You knew it was killing him too; every time he looked at you or touched you in any way, he had to readjust himself. You tried to use his obvious need to your advantage several times, accidentally brushing against him when he was obviously already hard, readjusting the position of your ass when he was cuddling you at night, and stripping in front of him every chance you got--but none of it worked. He was too god damned respectful. Usually, you loved that about him, but now, it had become your least favorite trait.

The two of you were sitting on the couch in the living room, slightly wine drunk and on your third movie of the night. Harry’s arm was thrown around you, his fingertips brushing circles at the back of your neck. If it had been any other time, it would’ve been comforting, but in that moment, it only felt like a tease--everything felt like a tease. Any time he touched you lately, you felt yourself become wet and it was awful because your frustration just kept building and building and you knew there would be no relief.

You leaned into his side and his arm dropped to your shoulder. You placed your hand on his thigh, close to the hard on you knew he had and started rubbing. He leaned over and kissed you on the temple. “If you don’t stop doing that, we’re going to have a serious problem on our hands.” He whispered.

“You could be in my hand?”

He chuckled, “Trust me, I wish I was in a lot of places, namely your mouth, but you know that can’t happen, love.”

You heaved a frustrated sigh and turned to face him, “Harry, come on! I can’t do this anymore. It’s two o’clock in the morning. No one is awake. No one would know.”

“But I would know and I still have to be able look your parents in the eye tomorrow and I can’t do that knowing I fucked their daughter a few feet away from their sleeping bodies.” He twirled a strand of your hair around his finger, “It’s just two more weeks babe. May 15th we can leave. We just have to hold out for two more weeks.”

“Fuck two more weeks.” You said before closing the distance between the two of you and kissing him hard. The two of you had made out in your bed since quarantine started, but it was always soft and slow--this was anything but. You bit at his lip and he groaned before pulling away, “Babe, we can’t.”

“Harry, please.” His hand moved to cup your cheek and you climbed on top of him, making sure to grind against him. He let out a moan and grabbed onto your hips.

“(Y/N).” It was a warning.

“Please.” You fought the pressure of his hands and pushed yourself down against him harder, loving the way he felt against you, despite the layers of fabric in between. You gave him a couple of soft pecks, being sure to say “please” in between each one. “Come on, Harry. I’m literally begging.”

“I know.” He sighed, “Baby...I-” You wrapped your arms around his neck before grinding your hips against his again. “Fuck...fine. Okay. But you have to be quiet, okay?”

“Mhmm.” You nodded, biting your lip and trying to hide your smile. He pulled you off him and motioned for you to lay down on your back with your legs over his lap. He trailed his hand up your bare leg before tugging at the hem of your shorts. He pushed the soft material to the side and let out a small moan when he saw you weren’t wearing any underwear. “You did this shit on purpose, didn’t you?”

You laughed, “It was plan B if you didn’t give in the first time.”

He stared at your folds as you spread your legs slightly further apart. He brushed one finger over the length of you, making you shiver. “You’re soaked.” He licked his lips before readjusting his body and laying down so he was eye level with your clit. He continued to brush his fingers over the length of you lightly and you tried to hold back the moans that were trying to slip out. He leaned in and brushed his nose against your mound before dipping his tongue inside of you.

“Fuck…” You moaned, unable to hold back. After weeks of nothing, the sensation was too much. You knew it wouldn’t be long until you came. He shushed you before going to work on your clit, swiping his tongue over it quickly, sucking and biting. You bit on your lip and tried to keep quiet; you were successful until he pushed two fingers inside of you. Your back arched and you gasped, moving your hips against his tongue and fingers.

“Oh, my god...I’m gonna cum.” Your hands moved down to his hair as you pushed him further into you. You could feel the vibration of his moans against you and he began curling his fingers as they moved inside of you.

“Fuck...Fuck, Harry. Oh, my God.” Your body shook as you came undone, pulling on his hair as he continued to lick you, refusing to let up until your legs were shaking, and you were so sensitive it was almost painful. He gave your mound a kiss before climbing up and hovering over you. He brought his fingers up to your lips, signaling that he wanted you to taste them. You opened your mouth and let him push them inside, sliding them against your tongue as you sucked, pulling out a low moan from him. Once you had licked his fingers clean, you pushed him off of you so he was in sitting position. You scooted off the couch and onto the floor, taking your spot on your knees in front of him.

He watched as you pulled down his sweatpants and grabbed at his hard cock. You brushed your fingers along the shaft, and then over the tip, getting your thumb wet with precum. When you ran your tongue lightly along his length, he moaned and grabbed onto your hair when you took the tip into your mouth, giving it a hard suck. You took him into your mouth as his grip on your hair tightened as you bobbed up and down, making sure to hollow your cheeks, and releasing the tip with a loud ‘pop’.

“Holy...fuck.” He groaned. You went to take him again, but he pulled your hair back and stopped you. “No. Get up here. Now.” Happy to be receiving orders, you obliged  and stood up. He grabbed onto your hips and pulled you over to him and then down, so you were back to straddling him. He leaned closer and brushed his tongue over your nipple which was still covered by your t-shirt. He continued to lick it and nibble on it, teasing you until you couldn’t take it anymore. You reached for the hem and pulled it over your head.

“(Y/N),” Harry chastised, “put your fucking shirt on.”

You bit your lip and smiled, “No.”

One of his hands moved from your hip to your throat and you felt the pressure as his fingers closed down around it. “Baby, put it back on.” You knew it was slightly reckless and that if someone had come down the stairs, you would be entirely fucked, but you were so turned on that you didn’t care--and you could tell that he was too. His hips were bucking slightly to reach yours and his pupils were blown with desire.

“No.” You repeated and his grip on your throat tightened. You let yourself relax down onto his hard length and started moving your hips back and forth. “Fuck.” His head fell back as he kept one hand on your throat and the other moved from your hip to your chest, pulling at and squeezing your nipple. He moved towards the other one and nibbled, periodically letting his tongue slide over it.

You reached behind yourself and grabbed his cock. You gave it a few strokes as you moved your pajama shorts to the side and lined it up with your center.

You stopped and hovered over him, waiting for him to look at you. “Please…” he sighed and you let yourself sink down onto him, letting out a loud moan.

His hand moved from your throat to the back of your neck and he pulled you into him so that his shoulder would muffle your moans. You moved your hips against his at a slow pace as he bit into your shoulder and gripped onto your hips so hard that you were sure there would be bruises.

“Faster…” He said as he kissed and sucked on your neck.

“No.” You sighed as you felt your mound brush against his skin.

He didn’t say anything in return. Instead, he gripped onto your body and turned the two of you so you were on your back on the couch. You let out a small squeal of surprise before he slammed his lips down against yours. Making sure not to break the kiss, he moved one of your legs over his shoulder. “When I tell you to go faster, you fucking go faster.” He let out a low groan as he slammed into you. His thrusts were hard and fast and you could feel it every time his tip managed to hit your g-spot. You were gripping onto his t-shirt as his hand moved over your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Fuck, (Y/N). I wanna cum.”

You nodded your head and gave him permission, since his hand was still covering your mouth.

He moved his hand and fell into you, burying his face into your neck as his thrusts became sloppy and his moans became louder.

“Fuck, baby. I’m cumming.” He groaned into your neck as your hands went into his hair. You felt him release inside of you and he slowed down his thrusts, riding out his orgasm.

For a moment, he laid on top of you, still inside of you and brushed his fingers over your sensitive nipples. He placed a few kisses on your neck before moving to your ear.

“Can you put your fucking shirt on now?” He chuckled and you joined in, before placing a tired kiss to his hair.

[kissme-hs]

Rules ♡ h.s.

Hey my loves! How’re you all? Here’s a little something based off the following request I’ve had for too long. Would you like a part 2? Let me know what you think! Please re-blog and like if you enjoyed <3 {photo and gif not mine}

Anonymous asked: could u do a Dom!harry smut where he’s really rough and strict in bed? Plzz I love ur writing ❤️

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem! Reader

Word count: 3.2K

Warning: 18+ Smut, Degradation, Unprotected sex, slight mention of BDSM, oral sex fem recieves and gives, use of filthy language etc. {PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU’RE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH DOM-SUB fics}

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Softy, a complete whole soft person Harry was viewed as by the entire world. A guy who loves wearing nail polish and dresses and is nothing but a complete sweetheart. A man, in fact, a man child. In the eyes of million he was a sweet, laid back English lad who wouldn’t dare to hurt a fly.

However, some knew he owned a pair of Gucci handcuffs, the shiny metal made thousands of girls and guys wonder if he actually uses them and the answer is they don’t know. He has never been a man to speak openly about his personal life and just like the rest he let the audience to allow their minds to wander in the oblivion of their thoughts of what he prefers in bed. Or how he is in bed.

All they could do is assume. They assumed he’s rough, maybe soft, or maybe enjoys role play?

No one knows really. Except you.

The only person who has seen his deepest and darkest fantasies. The only person who has ever signed the paper of agreement between you two, you agreeing on being his sub­­, i.e. submissive. Giving him the permission to have his way with you, be it rough, soft or a role play. Whatever it may be, you said yes. The terms and conditions did scare you. The words printed on the piece of paper came off too strong that lied on your lap the night you’re eyes were scanning it, mind finally synching with your wants, deciding it was time you sign the agreement.

*This is a confidential agreement. Submissive is not allow to talk about it to anyone else but the Dom.*

Submissive agrees to obey whatever Dom orders them to do, sexually.

Safe word to be used by submissive is “peach”, if the boundaries are being pushed, the word to be used is “red”.

Honestly, it would scare anybody who reads the further details listed in the contract and what activities Dom would like themselves and the sub to immerge into such as extreme sex toys, being tied up by ropes, fisting and other terms that you didn’t even know the meaning of. But Harry wasn’t doing it just for himself, but for you.

When the day your ex left without a note you found yourself crying in his arms, sobbing and clutching his t-shirt like a broken kid and it hurt him. So he suggested, he was well aware how you wouldn’t be able to go out with anyone after what has happened so why not help you take your mind off him? Nodding to his words, not knowing what was coming you went home and the next morning you saw an envelope on your porch.

And there lied the papers. Submissive-Dom agreement.

“What is this Harry?” You breathed out in fear as your eyes scanned the words and brain figured out what it meant.

“You know it’s not a bad thing, it’ll help you clear your mind”

“Bu-“

“Trust me, plus we don’t have to do what you don’t want to.”

“I don’t know Harry”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do”

“good”

“Do you trust me?” You said biting your lip as you scrunched the bottom of the paper.

“I do”

“Why the agreement then?”

“Its for your own good” and with that the line went dead leaving you in complete confusion. Even though your mind had untangled thoughts and questions clashing together, not thinking twice your fingers grabbed the pen and in a messy rush glided over the rough paper sealing the secret.

And so it began. He invited you over to his place in LA. The house where you’ve been many times but that was when you were friends, you still are but things changed. Quite a lot. His hand held yours as he guided you to the hallway where you never went or even were aware that existed.

Walking a couple more steps you both were standing in front of the huge door. Comparatively bigger than the other he had in his house.

“Stay here” he said as he lets go of your hand and takes a step forward to unlock the door for which he had the key in his necklace. Yes his necklace, a master of disguise.

The second you heard the twisting of the key opening the big door he stepped aside for you to enter the room. Your heart racing with anticipation as you waited for the lights to reveal what he’s had hidden in this room, away from the eyes of the world, away from you.

His fingers flicked the switch and the you saw it. The big red room with a huge bed in the middle, it was surrounded by leashes, leather whips, ropes and the ceiling was nothing but a huge mirror that reflected every move of yours.

Walking down the shiny black floor your hand brushed again the walls that seems so cushiony as you turned your head to look at harry who was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed with a smirk adorning his face.

“Sound proof.” He said as you nodded and continued looking around. Your fingers touched the cold leather whips and slides across the teak wooden drawer. Turning your head one more time to get his approval which he gladly gave, your hand held the handle to pull out the drawer.

There lied several silk blind folds. So rich and expensive. Moving to the next drawer, lied about 50 hand ties, and hand cuffs. Metal, clothed, you name it he has it. And then the last drawer hitched your breath, vibrators, butt plugs, dildos and every other toy you saw in porn.

“I-I never knew you were into this” you whispered as you let your fingers ghost over the silk ties that lied in a perfect fold in the drawer.

“Now you do” you heard his message getting closer to you until his front was pressed against your back. You feel his crotch right up against your ass as he gently, yet with a slight force pushed your front againt the drawer so that you were slightly bent. His hand making it’s from your stomach dragging up all the way up until it found the base of your neck.

The cold metal of his rings felt hot against your skin as he pushed your head back and leaned in closer to your ear. His breath fanning over the love making you shiver.

“Now what’re the rules?”

“I-I call you sir” you breathed out the words as his Kept his hand on your neck giving it a light squeeze telling you to go on, go on with the rules listed in the contract.

“I cannot touch you or myself. I-I respond with words. I-“

“You what?”

“I address myself as your whore”

“That’s correct. You are my filthy little whore. Aren’t you?” He said. His voice deeper than you’ve ever before. And his hand that once held your neck now moved to your side turning you around in a one swift motion. His lips wasting no time to latch onto yours, kissing hungrily as if he’s been dying to kiss you.

And god he has been. Ever since he held your hand walking down the corridor he’s been thinking about having you his way, just like he wants. Kiss those lips and have a taste of thag body is all that has been on his mind since you signed those papers he sent.

Lost in the kiss, deep in your thoughts you were enjoying the feeling of his lips on yours and the rules fading away from your mind. It’s hard to control and stay in the boundaries he’s created when his tongue is inside your mouth dancing along yours, so you let your fingers get lost in those curls as your bite his lower lip.

But to your surprise his reflexes were quick enough to have your hand removed from his hair and twist it and hold it behind your back in a one swift motion.

“One kiss and you’re already breaking the rules. You’re lucky I’m not going to punish you, this is your first and last time.” He groaned before he grabbed you and threw over his shoulder. His hand hving your ass a tight slap before he throws you over the big bed that was situated in the middle on the big room.

Your eyes flickering open to see your own reflection in the mirror that was on the ceiling. Your lips swollen, shirt collected right below your breat revealing your bare skin of the stomach and chest rising with every deep breath you took.

“Now listen to me, you’re gonna look at yourself in the mirror and tell me every single rule listed in the contract. One wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum. Understood?” Harry said as he unbuttoned your jeans pulling it down your legs and stopping right before taking them out when he didn’t hear you reply.

“I asked you something” he raised his eyebrow as one of he held your ankles towards behind your knees over so he could see the cheeks of your ass before giving you another spank.

“Y-yes sir,”

“Yes sir what?”

“Yes sir, understood”

Mumbling a low ‘good girl’ he took off your pants and then sat on you with legs either side your waist to take your top off, his mouth watered when he saw your nipple coming out of your back bra which probably happened when he threw you on the bed.

“Jesus. So full” he muttered before holding your hand over your head and lower his mouth on your nipple, his other hand pushing the cups down so that he could take the whole bud in his mouth and suckle on it making your arch your back. His mouth felt so warm on your cold bud as his tongue flicked the pebble hard nipple around and his bite it slightly before letting it go with a slight pop.

Grabbing a silk tie from the side drawer he tied it around your wrist that he had held in his hand and unhooked the bra—rolling it along the lilc tee that you wore until it reached your eyes and acted as a blindfold.

“Start the rules. Remember, one wrong rule and you lose the chance to cum”

“Yes sir”

“Start” he ordered. And you opened your mouth to let the words out but your breath sucked in when you felt him throwing your legs on his shoulder and his lips coming in contact with your inner thigh.

“I-I don’t sleep with someone else.”

“Cannot”

“Sorry sir, I cannot sleep with someone else”

His lips licked over your drenched knickers that covered your throbbing clit waiting for be touched his tongue. You clenched your thighs together only to be pushed apart by his hands as his nose rubbed over your clothed centre, sniffing, taking the smell of your aroma.

“I cum only when you say” you bite your lip feeling the cotton materiel of your underwear being pushed aside, sensing the cold air of the room mixed with Harry’s warm breath fanning over your sex making your shiver and you shrieked when his four fingers slapped your cunt making the wet filthy sound which only made you drop more.

“Only when I order, looks like you didn’t read it properly you little slut. Lost a chance to feel my tongue on this little pussy of yours”

“I’m sorry sir, please”

“Please what?”

“Please forgive me and eat me out”

“And what are you?”

“I’m your filthy little slut, your whore. Please eat me out sir please” you whimpered as you pleaded harry dying to feel that muscular tongue on your pussy to finally see how it feels like to have his mouth on you which you’ve always dreamt of. Even though you were in a relationship, there always has been a sexual tension between you two which is the reason why you agreed on doing this at the first place.

“That’s right, you’re a whore. A little dirty whore.” And with that you felt his tongue lick a long stride of your lips pushing them open. That one lick was enough to make you squirm, what a shame you couldn’t see his face tucked between your legs as his chain dangles from his neck and gives your a perfect view of his chest from the black shirt he wore, unbuttoned enough for you to see his butterfly tattoo to the slightest.

“Who told you to stop, say the rules doll”

“I see you at least twice a week when you’re in town”

His mouth was now on your clit, sucking it like a leech. His lips left the bundle of nerve with a pop as his hand came in to rub it harshly, before his index finger collected your juices that dripped down your hole and you heard him licked it clean and without any word you feel your opening being stretched to the fullest when he inserted two fingers.

His mouth finding its way back to your clit, licking and sucking your pussy without any mercy. Your hips bucked up in his mouth which he roughly pinned down.

“If I see you doing that once more I swear to god you’ll forget how to walk you slut” he said through gritted teeth as if you interrupted his meal. He shook his head keeping his lips on your clit to give those toe curling vibrations with his fingers twisting inside you.

He felt your soft walls clenching as he let go of your swollen clit to take his fingers out and slide his tongue inside you feeling the warmth against his tongue.

He spread your legs open as he pushed his tongue in and out, tongue-fucking you savouring every drop you released.

“I only wear red and black lingerie when I see you”

His fingers came back in position as his mouth placed itself back on your clit not leaving the swollen bug alone. Your back now covered in sweat and your nipple perched up, mouth dry and pussy waiting to release.

“Wrong. You only wear red around me.”

And with that he flipped you over so that you were lying on your stomach and your ass was up in the air. Withing another second you felt a tight spank against your ass cheek making you hiss in pain.

“That’s what you get for being a dumb whore”

“Sorry sir”

Followed by another spank he pushed you back to him so that he could press his bulge to your arse.

“Grind. Grind like the little road slut you are” he gripped your ass so firmly that you could feel his metal rings digging in your skin as he held them strong in front of his crotch.

As you tried to held yourself up on your elbow he pressed your head down on the bed so that your cheek was squished against the soft cushion.

“Grind i said”

Obliging to his command your moved your ass up his all rock hard cock that you felt tight against your butt cheeks making you moan. Moving your ass in rounds and different directions you felt him buck further into your hips wanting for a release as his hands came in to grip your hair that fell down your shoulder.

Wrapping the long locks around his hand in a fist his he pushed your head back to that your tee which was covering your eyes now came down hanging around your neck which was strained because of his grip on your hair.

“I’m gonna fuck the shut outta you, gonna destroy that little cunt of yours and make you scream until you the only name you remember is mine and forget that asshole who made you cry” and that’s how your first night ended as a submissive after being raw dogged to the fullest with the rough hand prints laying on your ass cheeks.

 But that was just the beginning, so when one day you found yourself on your knees in the bathroom of a posh restaurant that Harry insisted to take you to you weren’t surprised.

You mouth dripping saliva as he held your face in one hand keeping it upwards so he will have a full view of your mouth which was sucking on his thick sick. Lips wrapped around his shaft you gagged when he bucked his hips further in your mouth hitting the back of your throat making it impossible for you to take him any deeper.

“Jesus fucking christ you little cunt” he moaned grabbing your mouth so he could move your head to his liking. Following his movements, you bobbed your head hold the base of his cock, twisting your hand around his with the faint wrist while you suckled with hollow cheeks.

It all started when he saw you arrive at the restaurant. Wearing a tight black dress that hugged your curves and gave all men a delicious view of your plunging breasts making the jaws drop.

“Meet me in the bathroom, right now”

“But wh-“

“Do as told”

And when you did you felt him grab you by your hair and push you against the counter so that your stomach was against the cold marble top while your ass was facing him which he wasted no second uncovering, lifting the almost sheer clothing and pushing it over your waist to reveal your unclothed bottom.

“fucking whore”

Your body flinched with pleasure disguised In pain as he raised his hand and slapped it across your cheeks looking at you straight through the mirror. His hand gripping your hair.

“Look at me” he ordered and you flickered your eyes open to see his dilated pupil and heavy breathing chest. His ring cladded slender fingers didn’t stop spanking shaking your whole body up until he pulled you back and pushed you down on your knees and stepped in front of you with his dick out and slapped it across your face.

“Open” he said holding his hard dick from the base and you did as told. Soon you felt it heavy on the tongue as he patted it on your tongue before pulling away, grabbing your cheeks and pulling your face upwards to him. His fingers wasted no time squishing your cheeks so that your mouth was open slightly giving him the perfect angel so spit in your mouth making you gasp.

“Swallow” and once again you do as told before grabbing his dick and kitten licking his tip, teasing him. But he wasn’t having it so grabbing the back of your head he pushed your head forward until his shaft was hitting the back of you had making your gag, your eyes picking up instant tears and he would’ve stopped right away if they were tears of pain, but they weren’t.

“this is what you get for breaking the rule of not wearing revealing clothes until I ask you to. Get treated like a slut, a fucking filthy whore in the public sucking my dick” he groaned as you played with his ball bobbing your hand.

His grip on your hair tightened before you felt his hot cum gushing down your throat which your swallowed without his order and let go of his cock with a ‘pop’.

Pulling your face up to him he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip collecting the escaping cum and pushing it in your mouth which you happily took sucking on his thumb.

“Be a good girl, and follow the rules”

[harrysins]

Vegas Weekend [+18]

❝Everyone was going to lose their money at some point. You may as well do so half-drunk and at the mercy of a pretty smile.❞  ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⏤  Christopher Byford.

SUMMARY

⠀⠀⠀ When Harry Styles arrives in Las Vegas, his first purpose is closing this contract with the owner of Caesar's Palace Casino that will lead him to his career peak. As an architect, his ultimate goal is to build the most expensive and exclusive casino everybody could think of.

⠀⠀⠀ What he doesn't expect is the beautiful woman with eyes as blue as the ocean to set him as his next prey, like a siren in the night. Like the sea, she lures him with the promise of infinite adventure and pleasure. Forgetting both past and future.

⠀⠀⠀ Harry, though, will follow her far out to sea, where he drowns.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀���⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ PART 1 - coming soon!

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Do you write about Dad!Harry? If you do, could you do one about Harry talking about his baby girl in a interview (maybe in that interview he did with Zane Lowe?) and everybody is so in awe with how much he loves his little family. I'm just so soft for dad!harry

a/n: hey love, thank you for requesting, I've never really written anything like this before and although it wasn't easy, I did my best, I really hope you enjoy it!

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pairing: harry styles x female!reader

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baby. hs.

surrounded by the sweet sunset California air, Harry couldn't quite control the warmth spreading through his heart; the interview was sweeter, less intimidating than many before and he'd been day dreaming about his baby girl back at home. he'd never stop being in awe of the way her tiny fingers wrapped around one of his, and how she smiled when he sang to her in the mornings. his girl had taught him so much about the world and he still hadn't gotten over how much she resembled him and her beautiful mother, so much so he'd been so desperate to be enough for her, waiting to make her proud someday.

he'd spent so many hours lying next to you and admiring everything about you as you slept peacefully finally, the struggle of new born parenthood taking its toll; so many hours spent holding his baby against his bare chest and telling her all the great things she could do; so many hours embracing his new role as a father and a husband, one more important and rewarding than any he'd had so far. nothing would ever come close to the nights he spent singing lullabies with his love to help their girl to sleep, to the love that swelled in his heart whenever he saw his family, whenever he mentioned them to anyone.

therefore, when Zane asked about his plans for the upcoming festive season, he couldn't stop the sweet dreams from coming out before he thought them through.

"well, I'll be going home to my mum's house for Christmas, taking my baby and my wife to see all the family; and it'll be my baby's first Christmas and our first one as a family, so we'll make it special in our own way," Harry smiled just thinking about the plans his wife had made. matching pyjamas, baking together, cuddling by the fire and making a few family traditions for themselves: you had really gone all out in your plans and Harry couldn't be more excited. this festive season would be the final few weeks he had to spend with them before his world tour and a rigourous press cycle began, and that meant he'd have little time to be spending with his child, something that wrenched at him slightly. he'd mused at the idea of postponing the album but when yoy found out, you'd been understanding but firm, insistent he put his art first and that there would be plenty of time for weekend trips to meet each other.

"it'll be difficult my love, but your work is calling and I don't mind waiting for you. she won't even notice you're gone for long, time means nothing to her yet, and you can always Skype us. I love you, and being away from you for a few months won't change that," you'd offered, before pulling him in and kissing his shoulder, an act of comfort almost traditional in your relationship.

once more, Zane pulled him back down to earth with what seemed like a final question, making Harry hopeful he'd be able to have his two girls in his arms soon.

"it really sounds like you're enjoying fatherhood, which is wonderful, especially at such a young age and being in the spotlight. is it hard being famous and being young and wanting to experience things and having a new baby to support?" smiling too, Zane recognised how much of a wholesome topic this was for him, almost sensing how long he could talk about it for. the sun was setting though, and Harry didn't want to ousttay his welcome, his nerves still sometimes getting the better of him.

"of course it's not easy, nothing really ever is though. me and my love were considering keeping her away from cameras for a while, but there's so much out there in the world and I never want to hold her back, so we decided to just go along with it. life is a challenge but it's our job to be her teacher and to help her along and we're both looking forward to it."

again, they were both smiling, and although it was almost unnoticeable, he hide his smile from the camera, turning away and facing the sea for a moment.

pure, angelic even: this part in his life was a rarity to be enjoyed and he intended to make the most of every second.

"that's wonderful, it sounds like you've got it good," Zane concluded, bringing Harry's attention back to the interview and back to the topic at hand.

"better than good, mate, it's perfect."

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Three Little Words

In which Harry worries a little too much about saying “I love you” for the first time.

Harry knew that he loved her. He knew it with all his heart and even more so with his body. He couldn’t tell when he knew it, but he remembered when he realized it.

It had been a rather cold evening, (Y/N) and him had been walking back to her apartment from a dinner with some friends of hers. They had been holding hands the whole way back, until he had suddenly heard her gasp before she had stopped walking.

“H, look”, she had whispered, crouching down on the ground and pointing into a bush on the other side of the road.

“Wha’?”, he had asked, majorly confused, but he still had crouched down beside her on the pavement. He had squinted in the mere direction of where she had pointed, but couldn’t see a reason to be looking there. So he had turned around, looking at his girl instead, and seeing the most adorable smile on her face. Her eyes had glistened from excitement as she had clutched his arm. It was heartwarming, really.

“ ‘t was a bunny”, she said, “it’s been running into the bush, but maybe it’ll come back out if we wait.” Her eyes had never left the bush where the bunny had disappeared into, and her smile hadn’t faltered.

And that’s when he knew. Because he’d stay there for hours, watching a bush where a stupid bunny disappeared into, freezing. All for her, so she wouldn’t stop smiling. Hell, he would even buy her fifty bunnies as pets if he had to. So she’d watched the bushes while he’d watched her, completely startstruck where these strong feelings came from. Well, he’d always known that he liked her very much, and he’s always known that he’d always care for her. But love? He’d never been in love before, at least not like this, but he’d always imagined falling in love to be a process rather than a major discovery like this.

He couldn’t remember if the bunny had actually showed up again or not, all he could remember was his love sitting there with this adorable smile.

And ever since then, he wanted to tell her, but he didn’t. He always backed out last second before saying these three words that meant so much to him. A tiny little part of his worried that she might not feel the same, that she wouldn’t call it love, but a much bigger part wanted it to be the perfect moment. So he’s been thinking about it a lot, if he should tell her over a fancy dinner, or when they shared a romantic bath for stress relief, or even in the process of love-making, but then again, he always brushed it off. Sometimes he wondered if he should’ve told her back then, while they were looking for the bunny. Maybe that would’ve been the perfect time. But these feelings had been so overwhelming for him, so new, that he just couldn’t get it out.

However, the longer he kept his mouth shut about his feelings, the more impatient he got. With every passing opportunity, the desire to just tell her, to tell everyone they knew that he loved her, just got bigger and bigger. Until one day, he couldn’t bear it anymore.

It was literally the worst moment he could’ve imagined, but he had to tell her. He couldn’t keep quiet for even a second longer.

They were sitting on the sofa in her living room, watching a show that she really liked and he’d watch it because she liked it so much. She was cuddled against him while he slowly drew circles on her back with a few of his fingers. Suddenly, he stopped his movements, making (Y/N) look up at him in wonder.

“Why’d you stop? Felt nice”, she said.

“I love you”, he blurted out, completely out of context, which he realized only after these three little words had made their way, finally, to be heard. He sucked in a deep breath, now feeling more unsure that she’d love him back than ever. But now it was a little to late to overthink it, again, as these words were now in the open.

(Y/N) looked at him amazed. His heart dropped, and if he didn’t know any better, he’d say that it stopped momentarily.

“I love you, too”, she said, finally, and he felt like his heart started beating again, now faster than ever, almost overflowing with joy.

“You do?”, he asked almost breathlessly.

“Yeah, I thought you knew tha’, Harry.” She looked at him now with his favourite smile of hers. And yes, he knew. He had always known, infact. But he had to admit that his worry got the better of him.

“Yeah, but we.. never said it, I guess.”

Now (Y/N) sat up next to him, so they could face each other properly. She took his hand in hers as she said: “Yes we did. Just not in these words.”

Harry looked at her confused.

“Harry, c’mon. We say it all the time, really. And we show it to each other. Like, yesterday you told me I was your favourite person to snuggle with. And you always text me when I’m driving to my parents if I got there safely. And don’t tell me you don’t notice how you hug me a little tighter when we won’t be seeing each other for a week or two and tell me how much you’ll miss me.”

Harry had never looked at it that way.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me”, she said as he didn’t respond.

But yes, it made sense to him now. They had said it all the time, and even more, made sure that the other did feel loved. All these little things that he did subsconsciously for her came to his mind again. Buying her favourite brand of peanut butter although he didn’t like it as much, taking one more sweater with him because he knew she’d be cold, putting a towel in the tumbledryer for her when she’d get out of the bathtub.

And she’d done the same for him, he realized. She’d always stay up until he texted her that he landed safely from a flight, and he’d always find some of his favourite smoothies in her fridge although she didn’t even like them.

God, they were so whipped for each other that it was almost ridiculous. The thought of that made him smile brighter than he thought he ever had.

“Guess tha’s true, love”, he said and gave her a delicate peck on the lips, feeling incredibly happy that he finally, finally, got to tell her.

“You’re warm” he said contently as he pulled her into his chest.

“There, you said it again”, she said.

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(S/n) estava terminando mais uma de suas sessões de fotos. Aquele parecia ser mais um dia comum de trabalho para a menina, mas por dentro ela estava em turbilhões de pensamentos. Havia terminado seu namoro de um ano com o homem que ela jurava ser o homem de sua vida, mas as brigas constantes por ciúmes das duas partes mostrou que não era bem isso.

"Tudo bem (s/n), já acabamos, você pode ir para casa, vamos marcar de você ver as fotos logo e decidir qual vai para a capa da revista.” o fotógrafo da moça disse e ela pode finalmente tirar seus saltos dando um suspiro de alivio fazendo fotografo o resto do pessoal ali rirem.

A menina correu para seu camarim desejando um bom banho e uma dormida em sua cama. Sem antes de ver seu telefone e checar as ultimas notícias e vendo seu ex namorado Harry Styles, com outra mulher, ela ficou surpresa em como ele havia superado tão rápido o termino turbulento dos dois, e não pode deixar de reparar em como a moça se parecia com ela, os olhos o cabelo e até alguns traços.

Do outro lado da cidade de Los Angeles, Harry tinha mais uma briga com Natalie, a moça que corre por todos os tablóides desde que começou a sair com Harry.

“ Harry, eu estou cansada disso, todos ficam falando que eu pareço com sua ex, e que você só está comigo para esquecer ela e eu realmente estou começando a acreditar, isso está ficando ridículo, você tem que dar um jeito, ou acabamos tudo por aqui!” Natalie disse se levantando do sofá da grande sala de estar de Harry.

“Você deveria parar de ligar para o que a mídia diz, eu já te falei, eu gosto de você, e minha ex não tem nada a ver com isso. É sério.” Harry disse mais para si mesmo do que para Natalie. “Eles adoram se intrometer na minha vida. Eu vou sair, vou me encontrar com Jeff”

O homem saiu da casa já cansado de tudo aquilo, queria poder ficar um minuto sem todos esses problemas que o cercam. Pegou seu carro e foi em direção ao restaurante que havia marcado com seu amigo Jeff. Logo chegando no local indicado e se encontrando com o amigo que já estava sentado na mesa do restaurante.

Depois de conversarem sobre carreira de Harry e mais alguns outros assuntos, o assunto que fazia o coração de Harry bater mais forte veio, o seu termino/namoro com (s/n).

“Você não superou ela, vejo nos seus olhos. Acabei de tocar no assunto e seus olhos brilharam, você ainda a ama, e você sabe disso, porque se enganar?” Jeff falou terminando de comer sua comida.

“Nós terminamos e você sabe disso, eu ainda a amo, não posso negar, mas o que tínhamos acabou, agora me resta superar e seguir em frente, então se puder não tocar mais nesse assunto, eu adoraria.” Harry falou já irritado com aquilo.

“Tudo bem, você quem sabe.”

E não tocaram mais naquele assunto o almoço todo.

Alguns dias depois

(S/n) tinha acabado de sair do estúdio de seus fotografo, depois de comemorar mais uma foto sua na capa de uma revista. E fez questão de postar a foto em seu Instagram, para agradecer a todos como sempre fazia.

Chegando em seu apartamento deitou em seu sofá de couro escuro e pegou seu celular vendo as notificações quando se assustou depois que Harry tinha curtido sua foto que acabara de postar. Ela abriu um sorriso de canto, mas logo tratou de fechar, eles haviam terminado, era isso.

Harry havia visto a foto, e curtiu no mesmo instante, ela estava linda, não tinha como negar e ele sabia, mas não sabia que uma simples curtida faria ele ter mais uma briga com Natalie.

“Harry, você curtiu dela. Pode parecer inofensivo mas as pessoas vão falar ainda mais de mim e como você não consegue superar sua ex!” Natalie se levantou da cama nervosa

“Natalie eu não aguento mais, você se importa mais com que a mídia fala do que com a gente, se você realmente quisesse ficar comigo, não ligaria para essas coisas, talvez eles falariam menos de como você parece como minha ex, talvez devêssemos terminar, será melhor para nós” Harry falou se sentando e passando a mão nos cabelos tentando arruma-los, o que foi em vão.

“ Você vai terminar comigo e vai voltar para aquela garota não é? Eu sabia. Você não vale nada, só estava me usando para esquecer da sua ex.” Harry sentiu um tapa em seu rosto, não esperava por aquilo, mas não disse nada, preferiu não piorar a situação.

“Natalie me desculpe. Eu a amo, me desculpe por fazer você passar por isso” Harry foi para o quarto de hóspedes se trancando lá mesmo deixando Natalie aos prantos.

Alguns dias haviam passado depois do termino de Harry com Natalie. Harry estava arranjando um jeito de se aproximar de (s/n). Ligou para o número que ainda estava escrito "Amor" em seu contato e marcaram de se encontrar para um jantar em um restaurante, o preferido dos dois.

Harry já estava sentado na cadeira do restaurante esperando (s/n) chegar, passando a mão no cabelo diversas vezes, nervoso, sem saber se ela iria e se fosse, o que iria falar para ela.

“ Harry?” (s/n) estava chamando Harry que parecia estar no mundo da lua.

Assim que ele levantou a cabeça, não pode deixar de sorrir, ela estava linda.

“Hey! Pensei que não viesse, estava nervoso” Ele não conseguiu parar de sorrir, parecia que estava em seu primeiro encontro ainda.

“Foi difícil estacionar, e os paparazzis já cercaram tudo, como sempre.” (s/n) sorriu sem graça, ela também estava nervosa, mas não diria isso a ele.

Fizeram seus pedidos e esperaram pacientemente, enquanto conversavam sobre suas carreiras e novidades.

“Soube que terminou com Natalie, sinto muito" (s/n) lamentou de modo sincero, por mais que eles não pareciam felizes pelas fotos.

“Eu terminei com ela porque eu amo você, (s/n). Eu sei que é tarde dizer isso, mas eu sinto muito por tudo, eu nunca quis te perder, eu sei que o meu ciúmes atrapalhou tudo, mas eu tinha medo, você é tão linda, e eu não queria te perder."

"Eu também te amo Harry, foi por isso que eu vim aqui, quero acertar as coisas entre nós.” Harry ouviu tudo aquilo atentamente e entrelaçou sua mao com de (s/n) que estava na mesa.

Eles sabiam que aquele gesto viraria noticia da semana, mas eles não estavam nem aí.

“Podemos nos resolver com calma, sem pressa, começar do início.” Harry falou e (s/n) concordou.

"Sim, podemos."

Seus pedidos chegaram e eles aproveitaram a noite da melhor forma possível.

––××––

Digam o que acharam, foi o primeiro pedido que eu fiz então é importante para mim!!!

[kiwitsayedsugar]

Fic recs

Hi everyone!

So this post is basically the "I've read this before but can't remember the name of the fic or the author" post. Basically, I decided to make a "fic rec" where I put all of the prompts, blurbs, fic, masterlists and authors that I loved and could just read them over and over again for the rest of my life.

Hook, Line and Sinker. By @adore-styles

Hard times By @finerllines

Harry and Y/N are best friends and Y/N isn’t his “type” ( or so she’s heard) By @jawllines

Harry uses Y/N  as his model for his art final By @jawllines

MASTERLIST By @erodasfishtacos (literally all of her AU's are so fucking good!!! her writing is PHENOMENAL)

Bad Mothers Raise Sad Children By @meet-me-in-the-kitchen

and i can’t give that to you. By @meetevieinthehallway

just one more. By @meetevieinthehallway

couldn’t lose you. still can’t. By @meetevieinthehallway

my muse. By @meetevieinthehallway

. Something In The Water By @meet-me-in-the-kitchen

Best I Ever Had By @meet-me-in-the-kitchen

Santa Baby By @meet-me-in-the-kitchen

Another World By @sunflowerstache

The Friendship Test By @sunflowerstache

Sweet Creature By @theasstour

Take it Slow By @atlafan

Office Neighbors By @atlafan

He Does the Cooking By @atlafan

Sweet As Honey By @signofthebarnes

In The Shadows By @signofthebarnes

My Girl By @heyyyharry

Flatmate By @heyyyharry

Te Esperé By @gucciwins

Are You Happy? By @gucciwins

Breakout Room By @gucciwins

Always Be Your Friend By @gucciwins

Cherry Flavoured Conversations By @sushistyless

Twirls of love By @sushistyless

Hormones By @stylesunchained

"I just told you that I liked you..." By @mixed-with-intellect

cabin fever By @adorehs

For the Rest of My Life By @thebigbutterflytattoo

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒑 By @kissme-hs

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚 By @kissme-hs

Me, Her And The Moon By @hstyles-1994

Mr “I’m So Good At Everything” By @hstyles-1994

Where The Heart Is By @harry-writings

A Better Place By @harry-writings

Broken Promises  By @harry-writings

Mute By @harry-writings

The Break Up By @harry-writings

TO TRUST IN YOU By @onefineangel

WHISPERED SECRETS By @onefineangel

AS YOU HELD ONTO ME By @for-fucks-sake-h

Jealously By @stylesmygucci

I promise By @givemesomeboobies

Fiancé!Harry goes to marriage counselling By @bfharry

Desert By @bfharry

42 hours By @sunflowervolvimp3

Where The Years Began by @eternal-imagines

You can check out this new fic rec I did :)

Happy reading!

[harrystylescherry]

Somebody Else (Harry Styles Mini Series) Part One

a/n: hiiii okay so, this is the first part to this mini imagine or mini fic series i’ve started working on that’s based off of Somebody Else by the 1975 (aka one of the best songs of all time)! there will be smut, angst, friendship, and other good shit. please let me know if you’re vibing with this because I am and I need to know that people want more of it lol

what it is: friends w/ benefits, friends to lovers? situation between Harry and (y/n)

what’s in here: smut, banter, some background

look, i said this is based off of somebody else and so...you know how much of a rollercoaster this is gonna be

word count: 2.7k

MASTERLIST

requests are open :)

You were laying in bed, still half asleep when your phone started ringing. 

“Hello?” You said groggily. 

“Hey, love.” Of course it was Harry. 

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I want you to come over.”

“You want me to come over? Now? It’s like 7 a.m.” You pulled your phone away from your face to check that you had gotten the time right. 

He chuckled, “Come on, please?”

“Harry…” You whined. You thought it over in your head for a moment, “On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You let me nap right after.”

“Isn’t that against the rules? No sleepovers, remember?”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s not a sleepover. It’s me taking a nap in your bed without you in it, after I so kindly let you rail me.”

He laughed again, “Alright, fair.”

“Be there in thirty.” You said before hanging up. 

You rolled out of bed and rushed into the shower, getting ready as fast as you could.

You had met Harry almost six months ago when you had first moved to London to study. He bumped into you, literally, when you were on a coffee break in between getting work done at a small coffee shop. He had managed to spill your latte all over your table and homework and insisted on buying you not only a new latte, but lunch to make up for it. You two quickly became friends and were struggling through some serious sexual tension. He was undeniably hot and he was sweet and smart and creative--basically, he was pretty much the perfect man, but you refused to let him know how much you wanted to jump him. 

About four months into your friendship, you two had one of your usual nights where you watched movies and drank copious amounts of wine, and you were detailing another horrible ending to another short lived relationship. You were complaining about how every guy you had dated in London thus far had been awful, or mediocre at best, and it was slightly infuriating that in order to have good sex, you had to have consistent sex (unless you were slightly wasted), but consistent sex meant a consistent guy and you hadn’t really liked any of them, nor did you really want a relationship. Your degree program was kicking your ass and you wanted to spend any free time you had partying, or with friends, or exploring London while you had the chance. That was when Harry suggested you two becoming friends with benefits.

“Wait--run that again.”

He looked away nervously, “Look, all I’m saying is that it seems you want sex without strings and I wouldn’t mind that either, so why don’t we just...have sex without strings?”

“But we’re friends.” I said it slowly. 

“Even better!” He argued, “We’re comfortable with one another, we trust one another, and if feelings were going to develop between us, don’t you think they would have by now?”

“Is this your way of telling me you’re not actually in love with me? Because I don’t buy it for a second.” You playfully crossed your arms. 

“(Y/N), I’m serious. Why not? It’s no secret that I think you’re absolutely stunning--I tell you all the time. And let’s be real here,” He motioned towards his body and raised his eyebrows, insinuating that you would be crazy not to find him attractive. 

“Fine, I think you’re hot.”

“I knew it.”

You shoved him in the shoulder, before going back to weighing the pros and cons in your mind. Pros: he was hot, you had been thinking about what it would be like to fuck him for awhile, you trusted him with your life, and he already had a vague idea of what you liked and didn’t like thanks to the many conversations you’ve had on the topic of your sex life. Cons: he was one of your best friends and you already had a secret crush on him that you didn’t want to instigate further. 

You knew Harry hadn’t been with someone in a bit and he always complained about how annoying it was having to be so careful all the time when he went out, who he hooked up with, having to keep everything so secret. 

Honestly, he had been thinking about this for a while, but could never find the right time to pitch the idea to you. The media already knew about your friendship and everyone had seemed pretty chill with it on social media and there weren’t rumors about the two of you secretly dating since you were very vocal about your dating life on social media, regardless of the attention so many people started paying to it since you and Harry had become friends. 

To him, it was kind of the perfect arrangement. He absolutely adored you and thought you were one of the hottest women he’d ever seen, and while he did have a small crush on you, no feelings had really developed beyond that, which signaled to him that he was safe. 

You sighed, “Fine.” You watched him try to contain a smile. “But,” you held a stern finger in front of his face, “there are rules.”

“Cool. Great. I’m totally good with rules.”

The rules were as follows:

No sleepovers/staying the night (unless it’s on the floor or couch)

No touching in public (beyond the realm of friendship)

Disclosure of all outside hookups or dates

It’s over when someone says it’s over

No feelings

friendship comes first no matter what

The tube ride to Harry’s felt longer than usual and when you exited the station, you walked quickly, growing impatient. When you got to his front door, you pulled out the key he had made you and let yourself in. Once inside, you pulled off your shoes, your sweater, and your jeans, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. You moved from the foyer to the kitchen, where you found him sitting at his kitchen island, bent over his phone, playing some word game. 

“Hey.” You spoke and he jumped, completely unaware that you had even entered the house. 

“Holy…” He started before turning around to see you standing in the middle of the floor in nothing but a pink and lacy lingerie set, “shit.” He rose from his stool and walked over to you with his eyes roaming all over your body. 

You smirked as he stretched his arms out and wrapped his fingers around your waist, giving a small squeeze. He moved closer to you and gave you a kiss on the cheek, “S’new?”

You shrugged, “Maybe.”

“I like it.” He placed a few open mouthed kisses to your neck before you pushed him away, deciding to tease him for a bit. 

“I think I want some tea.” You walked over to the counter where he kept the kettle and turned it on before reaching up to the cabinet and rifling through the box he kept his tea bags in. 

“Later.” He followed you and his hands once again met your hips as he pushed himself up against you from behind. You could feel how hard he was through the thin fabric of his gym shorts. You reached your hand back and slid it in between the two of you, cupping his length and giving it a light squeeze. He moaned softly in your ear and let his head fall onto your shoulder and you started to stroke him over his pants. 

“Oh, better get that.” You said once the electric kettle beeped, signaling that it was ready. You pulled your hand away from him and stepped out of his embrace to grab a mug and began to pour the hot water. 

He groaned and ran his hands over his face, “You’re being rude.”

“Rude? I would think that me coming over here before 8am just to get you off makes me kind of the opposite. Hm, interesting.” 

“Would you just come here?” He motioned you over with his head tilted to the side, an almost pleading tone in his voice. 

You rolled your eyes, “I mean, I guess. If you want me that bad--” Before you could even take a step over to him, he closed the distance between the two of you and placed his lips on yours. His hands gripped at your jaw as his tongue pushed between your lips, causing you to moan. 

Your hands gripped the bottom of his shirt and you pulled it over his head, breaking the kiss for only a moment, but the minute it was on the floor, his lips smashed back down onto yours. His hands moved to squeeze your ass as yours went into his hair. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled when you gave it a small tug. He spun you both around and walked backwards until your back made contact with the island. His hands slipped from your ass to the backs of your thighs before he hoisted you up onto the counter. He stepped between your legs, refusing to break the kiss and ran his hands slowly up your thighs, causing you to take in a sharp breath. 

You had been a little wet when you arrived, the sensation between your legs only growing the more you teased him, and now, with him touching you the way he was, and kissing you the way he was, you knew there was a definitive wet spot on your pink panties. 

Harry gripped at your panties at your hips, the way he did the last time before completely ripping them. Your hands went down to his, “Do not do what I think you’re trying to do.” You whispered. 

He smiled, “I’ll buy you new ones, I promise.”

“No.”

“You’re not much fun today, are you?”

Instead of answering, you put your lips back on his and wrapped your legs around him, pulling him flush against you. He groaned as he pushed his hips against yours and you let out a breath when you felt him rub against your clit. He gripped back onto your panties and you lifted your hips so he could pull them down. 

Once they were off, his fingers moved between your legs, “Always so wet for me.” He ran his fingers through your folds again as you moaned into his mouth, before he brought them up between you and put them into your mouth. He watched as you licked yourself off his fingers, a low moan escaping his throat when you returned eye contact. After you had made a show of sucking his fingers clean, he slowly moved down and adjusted you so that you were leaning back on your hands, with your pussy tilted in his direction, your knees opened wide. 

He kissed the insides of your thighs and then moved on to running his tongue lightly over your lips as you watched with your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to hold in what would be an embarrassingly loud moan. He continued to tease you, moving his tongue everywhere except for the spot you needed it most. “Come on..” You whined, after he purposely skipped your bud with his tongue. You could feel your hips wanting to buck and if you hadn’t been leaning on your hands for support, they would’ve been in his hair, pushing him into you. 

“What do you say?” He smirked. You knew exactly what he was doing. He loved hearing you beg, hearing you ask for it, since it was something he didn’t hear from you often otherwise. You were in no way subordinate outside the bedroom--you were rarely subordinate inside the bedroom--but he loved putting you in positions to beg. 

“Please…” you moaned as he placed soft kisses to your folds. 

“You’re dripping, love.”

“Harry...please. I swear to G--” You were cut off by the sensation of his tongue swiping over your clit. “Fuck,” you moaned as his tongue drew circles around it, sucking on it every few moments. He kept his tongue moving quickly over you, sometimes moving to dip it inside of you. He pulled your clit into his mouth, giving it a small nibble and you hand shot to his hair, gripping onto his curls, pushing him further against you. 

“Oh, my God.” You could feel your orgasm building and allowed yourself to grind your hips against his tongue, forcing a moan out of him. You shut your eyes as your orgasm grew, focusing only on the way he was making you feel. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” you breathed out, which hinted at Harry to keep circling your clit faster, with more pressure. You could feel his eyes on you as your orgasm peaked and you rode it out against his tongue, refusing to release your grip on his hair. Once you had come down, legs shaking and heart racing, Harry returned to standing position. 

You reached in between your bodies and pushed your hand into his shorts and grabbed his cock, rubbing your thumb over his tip, wetting your fingers with precum before you slid it down, making sure to stroke him in his entirety. “Holy…” Harry trailed off as you watched his eyes close in pleasure. You started to speed up your movements, but he stopped you by pulling you hand away. 

He ignored your questioning gaze and instead, stepped out of his bottoms and lined himself up with your center before pushing into you. Your head fell back, a throaty moan leaving your lips as he filled you, stretching your walls at an angle that you didn’t think you could take for long. His thrusts were slow, but hard as he kept his hands firmly on your waist with his eyes trained on you. 

You gripped onto his forearm with one hand as he started to speed up the movement of his hips with the same force as before, needing something to hold on to. “Fuck, (Y/N),” he groaned. 

He moved closer and wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you, prompting you to wrap your legs around his torso while he was still inside of you. He bent down and brought you both to the floor, making sure to keep his hand rested behind your head, careful you didn’t hit it on the tile. He started thrusting in and out of you again, pulling one of your legs up onto his shoulder so that he could go deeper. You felt a new pressure inside of you every time he pushed inside, causing you to cry his name out in pleasure. 

“Fuck, if you don’t stop that I’m not gonna last much longer.” He mumbled into your neck before biting it. Your hands moved to his biceps and you dug your fingers in as he slammed into you harder, something you didn’t know was possible. 

“Harry…” you breathed, “too much.” You couldn’t tell if it was pleasurable or painful.

“Sorry, love.” He slowed down his rhythm, making sure not to push too deep and gave you a few kisses on the cheek. You liked the new pace, being able to feel his length slide in and out of you. 

“Oh, god.” You sighed. Your moans mixed together and you felt his labored breath on your jaw, heard each small curse that fell from his lips. 

“I’m gonna cum.” He groaned as his thrusts grew sloppy and he lost his rhythm. He bit onto your shoulder and tried to hold on for as long as he could before he had to pull out and use his hand to finish himself over your pussy. You watched him as he came and couldn’t help but think how hot he looked in that moment, so focused on his own pleasure and so exhausted. 

When he finished, he leaned over you to place a quick kiss on your lips before getting up and grabbing a dishtowel out of one of the drawers. He cleaned himself up and once you were done cleaning yourself off, he threw you his t-shirt, “You know where my room is.”

You furrowed your eyebrows before remembering, “Oh! My nap!” He laughed at your excitement as you pulled the shirt over your head. “Ugh, your bed is so comfortable. I’m so excited.” 

“I’m gonna take a shower and then grab some breakfast, okay?” You nodded. “You better be up by time I get back or else I’m eating yours too.” He warned as you walked away from him and made your way to his bedroom. 

“Well, if you wake me up, I’ll be up!”

He shook his head and laughed again, finding himself happy that your little arrangement hadn’t fucked up your friendship, but instead, seemed to push you two closer. He was also slightly worried, because he could feel his crush growing. 

[kissme-hs]

꧁༺ 𝓐𝓵𝓵 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 & 𝓶𝓮 ༻꧂

Smut - ❁

Angst - ✿

Fluff - ✾

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓱𝓸𝓽  

𝑰𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆    ✾

Feel the love of Harry Styles

𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑮𝒊𝒇𝒕  ✾

You and Harry spend christmas together

𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 ✾

Harry wants to keep your relationship private

𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈  ✾

Y/n runs into his long time bestfriend

𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝑲𝒏𝒐𝒘  ✿

You’re stuck in a love triangle

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘  ❁

You and Harry spend valentine’s day together

𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆  ✾

Imagine kissing H

𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔   ✾

Missus is Indian

 Moving in  ✾

Harry asks you to move in with him.

 𝑾𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔  ✾

Wedding planning isn’t as easy as thought

 𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒘𝒘𝒚  ✾

Harry yells at Rose

 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕  ✾

Your sons has a crush

 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆  ✿

Harry fucks up bad and blames it on you

𝑩𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕  ✾

Harry loves his daughter’s tiny feet

 𝑳𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈  ✿

About harry’s songs, “carolina”

 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒖𝒕  ✾

You and harry spend a day out with family

 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒔  ❁

You and harry finally get time for each other

𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏  ✾

Harry forgets something important

 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅  ❁

Harry eats you out.

 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔  ✾

Roses reminds harry of someone

𝑯𝒊𝒎  ✾

Harry appreciation post

 𝑰𝒕 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆  ✿

It ain’t you anymore

 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆  ✾

One with nothing but love

 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕 𝒖𝒑  ✿

You talk a lot and it frustrates harry

𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔  ✾

Harry realizes he’s in love.

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

  𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼  

 𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑩𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 /  𝒊𝒊 / 𝒊𝒊𝒊  / 𝒊𝒗 /  𝒗 / 𝒗𝒊   ✿

   Harry falls out of love with you

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚 / 𝒊𝒊  ✿

He says something you’re not okay with

  𝑴𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 / 𝒊𝒊  ✿

Feelings aren’t mutual

𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 / 𝒊𝒊  ❁  ✿

ᵉˣᵗʳᵃ+ 

You’re fwb and you fall in love

𝑺𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 / 𝒊𝒊  ✿

you smell someone else on him

  ───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───    

     𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓫𝓼  

𝖨𝗇 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾. 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖻𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.

 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒆

𝑨𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓

𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕

𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑫𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆

𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒅

𝑱𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚

𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕

𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆

𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅

𝑪𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔

𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇𝒇

𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚

𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂

𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔

𝑽𝑺

𝑺𝒏𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅

𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒚

𝑩𝒖𝒎 𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒄𝒌.

𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒔

𝑴𝒂𝒅 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒆

𝑺𝒊𝒄𝒌

𝑺𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆

𝑵𝒂𝒑 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆

𝑫𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒚'𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒂𝒍

𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔

𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒏

𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓

𝑫𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒌

𝑵𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒚

𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓

𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒖𝒑

𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔

𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒆 

𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒅

𝑺𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑩𝒆𝒈

𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰*.:｡✧*.｡:｡*.｡✱ ───

~Harry talks~

If you wanna have Harry talks, don’t hesitate to drop your thoughts here.

[harrysins]

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WARNINGS

   ⤷ If you don’t feel comfortable reading adult content, smut, dominance, etc., please just ignore those and move on.

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: all that is written here is mine and i won’t accept translations or that my content is posted in other sites. i have an account on other writing platforms and if you’re updating something without my consent, i will find you.

↳ BLURBS

Game Night [+18]: in which harry and the missus organize a game night every week, this time 

Nipples Fetish [+18]: in which harry has a thing for nipples.

Drunk: in which harry and the missus meet when they’re drunk.

Trophy Wife: in which you’re harry’s trophy wife.

Late Arrivals: in which harry and the missus go out partying and they arrive late at home.

Daddy [+18]: harry referring to himself as daddy.

Camping: harry and the missus go camping.

Emotional: the missus gives birth and harry can’t stop himself from crying.

Hot Mornings [+18]: harry and the missus in the shower.

Jet Lag: harry and the missus travel, so they’re jet lagged.

Friends with Benefits [+18]: in which harry asks the missus if she wants to be fuckbuddies.

Jealous: in which harry is jealous of y/n's boyfriend.

Breeding [+18]: in which the missus asks harry for a kid.

Lovers: in which harry and the missus date in high school.

The rest of them can be found here. Happy reading!

↳ SERIES

Vegas Weekend [+18]: Harry Styles arrives in Las Vegas, his first purpose is closing this contract with the owner of Caesar's Palace Casino that will lead him to his career peak. What he doesn't expect is the beautiful woman with eyes as blue as the ocean to set him as his next prey, like a siren in the night.

Having Your Baby [+18]: coming soon!

London Boy: coming soon!

Mature: may parker is the kindergarten teacher of harry's daughter

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