#neighbour harry

[lukesaprince]

The Complicated Freak Series H.S

*this is for aesthetics only, this does not necessarily represent the body type or skin colour of the mc. Please imagine whoever you like!*

Synopsis: 

Best Friend's Dad Trope. After your best friend's parents divorce, you find yourself being the confidant and stress relief of your best friend's dad. He's double your age, rich and mean in bed. But when feelings get involved and it turns into something much more than a cruel hookup, the pair see how complicated life can really be.

Warnings: This is an agegap romance, if you don’t like it don’t read it. MC is 21ish and H is 40ish. Other warnings include smut that features dirty talk, choking, spanking, and a major breeding kink. Specific warnings will be written at the start of each part.

Masterlist:

Part 1 Where you’ve been hooking up with your best friend’s dad and decide to tease him with a tiny bikini.

Part 2 Once night comes and Darcy falls asleep, y/n is finally able to sneak into Harry's room for a round 2

Part 3 When Darcy goes away for a spa retreat, Harry invites y/n over. After a very awkward phone call, there's a lot of tension to resolve.

Part 4 Harry takes y/n for a ride while Darcy's away and a near miss causes unforeseen tensions.

Part 5 Where y/n wants Harry to be mean to her and the couple finally tell Darcy the truth.

Part 6 The aftermath of telling Darcy the truth is devastating. Relationships are tested and Harry and y/n must progress theirs in a way neither expected.

With A Sea View - A Complicated Freak Extra When the yearly yacht trip to the Italian coast takes place, Harry and y/n can’t help but try and rise jealousy out of each other… OR a quickie in the bridge of Harry’s yacht

Wrong - A Complicated Freak Extra When y/n comes over to see Darcy and she isn't there, Harry invites her to stay for dinner... one thing leads to another and they're both naked on the couch questioning how they could betray the people they care for the most. OR Cfrry and y/n's first time.

Kinktober #6 - I Own You Trying to make Harry jealous at the annual Styles Halloween party has dire consequences. OR Harry punishes y/n out of jealousy

[intotheswollenriver]

I really think they look great together in this outfit in the film😇

[g1rld1ary]

a little manpower - neighbour!james potter x reader

wc: 1141

cw: none? reader moving into an apartment and meets james

an: i wish it was summer here so bad I'm struggling!!! what are 1 degree mornings!!!!

Why did nobody tell you it was so bloody hard to move out? Like, everyone talks about the money and the forms and all the confusing adult things, but why did no one tell you about the actual pain in the arse it would be to have to physically move everything you own into a flat three floors up? You didn't consider yourself the fittest person ever, not by a long shot, but you worked out and you didn't think you were weak. Yet there you were, panting like a dog after carrying another box up to your new home.

And of course, it was just your luck that you'd planned your big move-out during what may be Britain's only hot day in the whole year (only slight exaggeration). Still, you felt bad complaining. Your parents had helped you in the morning, moving in some of the IKEA furniture you'd picked out and had a good go of assembling some of it too, so you did have a bed to sleep on. Plus, a college friend had stopped by for an hour or two to keep you company and lifted some boxes with you.

So you didn't have much of a reason to complain, except that you didn't want to be doing it anymore. You were tired of walking up the bloody stairs and your arms were aching from the over-filled boxes. Plus, you had one armchair you'd found at a vintage store that had been sitting near the entryway all day, waiting for you to develop the motivation to drag it upstairs.

When your full-length mirror (deceptively heavy) had you almost in tears you decided enough was enough and it was time for a break. Not brave enough to sit in the woefully unpacked flat you trudged down the stairs one more time, crumpling on the grass nature strip until you were lying on your back.

Everything seemed a bit calmer like that, grass surprisingly cool on the back of your arms and legs. Your muscles relaxed for the first time in hours and you thought if you were in a cartoon you'd probably start fusing into the earth. The only thing that would make the moment nicer would be the peace of mind of knowing your belongings were all safely away in your new flat. And maybe an ice cream.

"Alright, love?" A male voice came from just beyond your head. You tilted it back to crack one eye open. A man was standing a few metres away, more shadow than human because of the positioning of the sun.

"It's hot," You said, "And I'm tired. And my limbs don't work anymore." You knew you probably sounded a bit like a child, but who were you trying to impress? The man laughed and it didn't quite match his silhouette; carefree and juvenile juxtaposing the muscles he clearly had.

"Understandable." You could kind of see him running a hand through his hair, "You must be the new tenant, right? I heard you were moving in soon. We heard you drop something heavy before... and cry a little." Sensing the conversation probably wasn't going to end with that, you sat up and turned to face him, still squinting from the sun.

"You heard a girl cry and didn't do anything about it? What a gentleman."

"I came out here, didn't I?"

"And you're not on the way out somewhere?"

"Touché." He had the decency to appear a little sheepish, at least from what you could see of him. He held his hand out for you, pulling you to your feet effortlessly. It was easier to see him now, the sun not being at such an uncooperative angle, and you tried not to look so surprised. The man was gorgeous, tall and muscular with dark curls, but his face was so friendly you couldn't help but smile. He was physically intimidating, but in the way that you knew he wasn't trying to specifically gain muscle, it was something he'd gotten through activity, like a sport or trade.

You stood for a minute, face to face but both silent. You wracked your brain for something to say.

"I'm sorry about the big old armchair blocking the entry hall, I can't lift it on my own and I just need a little extra manpower but I couldn't get any friends over to help today. I promise it'll be gone by tomorrow," You said, glad for both something to say and to get the guilty feeling off your chest. The man's face broke out into a wide smile.

"It's no worries," He assured you, "The people here hardly ever leave their apartment, I doubt they'll even notice. Don't you worry about it." Something about the way he spoke calmed your nerves, both about the chair and moving into the building as a whole. It was your first time properly living on your own, and you wanted to find somewhere quiet but welcoming. If this neighbour was anything to go by, you'd made a good choice. You smiled in return, weight lifted off your shoulders.

"Right, thanks. I guess I'll see you around..."

"James," He finished, shaking your hand firmly in a way that you didn't expect. You introduced yourself in return and you both hesitated, unsure of how exactly to end the conversation.

"Right, well, I've got training," James said awkwardly, gesturing to the kit bag around his shoulder. You nodded, starting to step back towards the door to the building.

"Have fun with that," You said, giving him a small wave. You waited until you were safely inside before cringing at your attempts at conversation, sending a bitter glare to the armchair as you passed it.

You didn't leave the apartment until the next morning, opting to peck at whatever you had in the pantry for dinner before passing out on a half-made bed. But you had to pick yourself up and decided you did need to grocery shop and actually fill up the pantry you'd just acquired, so you laced up your Converse and picked the keys up from the temporary table next to the door.

And there, waiting outside your door, was the old green armchair, waiting for you as if it had been there all along. You smiled, rubbing a hand along the velvet slowly. There was only one answer as to who it could have been, and James was clearly honouring whatever higher being gave him all that muscle by using it for good. You decided you'd have to make him cookies to thank him and set off for the shop.

[lycazart]

just a redraw of a mr & mrs smith screenshot,, harris should hmu though

[neighboursdaily]

Annie Jones as Jane Harris NEIGHBOURS (1985 - ) Episode 9075 (2024)

[gwenmontrose]

The Car Owner and the Kickboxing Champion

A little sequel to "Noisy Neighbours and Bloody Bell Peppers"

Five years after their fateful first meeting, it's time for Harry to repay the favour and help his (very pregnant) stepmother Lily.

“Maybe I’m just too old to be pregnant.” “You’re not old,” Harry pinpoints, following her. “You’re thirty-eight.” “Geriatric,” she declares.

Read here

[omorinintendoswitchedition]

thought about harry du bois as a kid for too long now the pizza hut next to the pentagon has higher than average traffic

[p1nkva1entina]

I JUST HAD TO WRITE THIS B4 I FORGET ABT IT BUT

Harry coming home late and trying to sneak inside the house but right as he opens the door he finds his husband with his children standing in front of the door and looking at him with a pout on their lips, arms crossed and one leg tapping impatiently on the floor.

The worst part is, his oldest, scorpius is holding a microphone and yells

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN YOUNG MAN. DO U HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS RIGHT NOW??"

"WE'VE BEEN WORRIED SICK" says his second child, lily. and his youngest, jamie, is just punching on his leg with his little balled up baby hands, barely feeling it.

And his husband, damm that man for letting them do this...is just trying his damn hardest to hold in his laughter in the corner

In the end, Harry can be seen with red cheeks with his hands trying to cover up his face,and an embarrassed grin sneaking its way in, while his family, --he'll never be tired of saying that-- are laughing their ass off, stomach and cheeks hurting from the laughter that seems to force its way out

He'll have to apologise to his neighbors tomorrow morning

[lukesaprince]

Rich Part 21 Sneaky 👀

“You just take it so fucking well, don’t you sweetheart? Always squeeze around my cock so tight.” Harry uttered through gritted teeth, fingers achingly squeezed into your cheeks while his eyes remained glued to where you two were connected.

Harry always loved fucking you from behind. The heart shape of your ass, the way he could see all your pretty holes and how you clenched around him, the way he could get his cock inside you deeper than other positions… how he could grab your hips and fuck you hard, bruising your insides and out. He liked being able to spank your pretty ass and thumb at your tight ring of muscles and he especially liked spreading your cheeks and burying his face between them. 

But nothing compared to watching your face. The way your eyes would roll back into your head, how they’d flutter and close when something felt especially good. The scrunch of your nose and furrow of your brow and the way your mouth would part in a whimper when something hurt a little too good. The way your jaw would clench and slack and how dazed your eyes got when he wrapped his hand around your throat.

He loved watching the effect he had on you. Your face showed him how good he was making you feel in a way your body didn’t and it became a little game to him on how to get you to make certain facial expressions. 

Mostly though… he liked watching your eyes gloss over the harder he fucked you, the meaner he was. He loved to watch you slip into an ultimate state of submission and pleasure. 

“Daddy…” You moaned, unable to come up with anything in reply to him. You were already too far gone. 

“I know.” He sympathised. “Shit baby, you feel so fucking good. So good. Got the best pussy, you do.” 

There was nothing like having a man moan for you. When they whimpered for you, praised you.

“Love your cock.” The words tumbled out without real thought, “feels so good. Always need it so bad.”

Shit. You didn’t talk dirty very often, not that Harry minded. He liked to watch your reactions when he uttered total filth. But Jesus… when you said anything remotely sexual like that, that you loved his cock? For a moment he feared he was going to prematurely cum before he made you finish for the second time. 

“I love when you talk dirty to me, baby, but you’re gonna need to stop if you want me to keep fucking you.”

You let out a choked laugh at his words, loving how one small compliment had him stilling for a second to collect himself. You clenched on purpose, gasping with a smile when he pinched your cheeks a little harder. 

“Spit in my mouth.”

Now you were just fucking with him. Through the haze of your pussy being completely destroyed by him, you still managed to tease him and be a fucking brat. 

“God, you’re fucking filthy tonight.” He gritted, cocking his head while sliding his hand down your jaw to the top of your throat so he could tuck his thumb into your mouth. “Open up.”

Your lips parted instantly, earning a pleased ‘good girl’ in return that had you happy as anything. “Stick your tongue out.” Again, you followed his instruction instantly, whimpering when his fingers dug into the sides of your neck with purpose. “That’s it. Good girl.”

Yeah... Daddy is back I guess... ANYWAY if you'd like to read the entire 6.5k word smut scene you can find it on my patreon now 👼

[messyemmy]

Neighbour!Harry Concept

Just imagining Harry and reader are neighbours who barely speak, maybe they greet each other on occasion but mostly keep to themselves. Harry is in his recluse era so there’s loads of oversized hoodies and sweatpants and obviously the little hair clip. And his stubble would be growing out, just like his moustache oof. Reader is usually quiet and doesn’t seem too bothered about making friends with people in the building. But every Friday night, reader comes home later than the rest of the week, plays some jazzy music- the walls are thin, because obviously, and the evening always ends with reader moaning and whining freely, unbothered by the fact that they have neighbours, and Harry is blessed and cursed with the gift of getting to listen.

The first time, he was just laying in bed, scrolling through apps when the sweet symphony of pleasure started to build up slowly, playing in the background like the soundtrack for his life. He’s unsure of what to do- it’s not like he can just shut the door- he considers putting in earphones, but those are all the way across the apartment and… reader just sounds so inviting, coaxing him to stay put and let the melody of climaxing play out in full. The next Friday, like clockwork, reader has been playing music all evening, Harry was catching up on some emails, laptop lazily spread across his lap. It starts off as soft little whimpers, almost inaudible, but his head is pressed against the wall, and he is soon to catch on. He wonders if reader has a boyfriend, or girlfriend, but he’s never seen anyone else coming or going. But on Fridays, Harry gets home earlier and therefore can’t guarantee if a guest is over or not. He feels filthy, unable to stop his hand from dropping and palming himself through his sweats, and as the moaning only increases in both speed and volume, its not long before Harry is stroking himself to the sultry sounds of his neighbour- and whoever else got the pleasure of having such praise in their honour was a lucky son of a bitch. He finishes to the sounds of “please, please”, "so good", mixed with his deep grunts and the visual of his body thrusting into them in place of whoever seems to make them feel so good.

This becomes habitual, and by week five, Harry is no longer just looking forward to Fridays, but finds himself rushing out of work early just in case. Seeing the reader around the building has changed too, his eyes linger on them during short elevator trips, trying to get glances of what they’re reading or listening to. His curiosity has surely peaked but he cannot help the blushing mess he becomes when he remembers his dirty little secret. His friendliness proves successful and reader warms up to him after several good mornings and have a lovely day’s, moving from simple greetings to statements about the weather, chuckling over a crazy neighbour, and Harry valiantly offering to carry their groceries.

Around week ten, Harry has to admit that he’s losing his cool, finding himself thinking about reader outside of their Friday activity, in the shower, on the sofa, anywhere and everywhere he shouldn’t be. He wonders what the readers feels like, how they like to take it, what makes them moan with such enthusiasm. He even considers intercepting the ‘guest’ one Friday in the crazy hopes of at least putting a face to a name. instead of being ludicrous, he instead takes the opportunity of bumping into reader in the hallway to invite them over for a cup of tea and he mistakes the blushing on readers cheeks for nervousness but is super relieved when they say yes.

He asks when they’ll be free to come over and reader says, “any day of the week is great… except for Fridays.” And Harry’s like, here’s my chance to find out about the mystery guest so he says, “Ah, Fridays are reserved for date night?” but reader only laughs sweetly and replies, “The exact opposite. Friday’s are self-care days.” And boy, oh, boy, Harry’s mind is in the gutter, his cock is twitching at the mere thought, and he is desperate to give in to the temptation of saying something stupid like “I’d like those pretty little moans of yours to be a result of me” lmao he definitely cannot wait for Friday to arrive.

[podfic-pals]

We have another Christmas fic for you! This week Tabby reads I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm (AO3 | Fic Post) by @haloeverlasting.

Louis takes a deep breath, and replies very quickly to get it over with, “Well, see, I don’t have any heat in my flat right now and it’s hard enough to go to sleep when I’m bloody freezing—”

“Oh god. And my music’s gone and made it even worse,” Harry cuts in.

“Well, it only went out today,” Louis explains, “So it wasn’t that bad before, erm. Now.”

“Before?” Harry asks, horrified. “How long has this been?”

“Oh, erm,” Louis folds his hands where they hang in front of him and admits, “All week.”

 Harry visibly wilts. He looks so sad, it makes Louis feel awful. He’s gone and crushed someone’s Christmas spirit. Some beautiful boy who looks like Danny Zuko is sad now and it’s Louis’ fault, which means he doesn’t stand a chance at being the cute neighbor from the floor below. And now he’s going to have to sleep in his freezing cold flat knowing he may as well have ruined Christmas.

Or, Louis’ heat is out, Harry’s a terrible upstairs neighbor, and an empty Christmas tree is the perfect excuse to fall in love.

As always, you can listen to our podcast on your favourite podcast app: Anchor | Spotify | Google Podcast | Apple Podcast | or you can check out the AO3 post here. You can also download the full episode here.

[neighboursdaily]

NEIGHBOURS (1985 - ) Episode 7827 (2018)

[poolsidescientist]

Americans do realize they had an actual good option right?

[persephoneflouwers]

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[flhoarder]

Another thing is how many keys does the smoker on the balcony have

So far he has his own 2 keys, one for his door one for the building, sunday friend has 1 or 2 keys, harry has 1. Now because after harry gets the key, he then consistently has access to the building, harry’s probably keeping that key with him. Now then the smoker still has clients, so likely he‘s got enough spare to put one under the rock. In total then he has at least 5-6 keys

So the question is was he walking out of the locksmiths jingling at the belt like a warden

[handercover]

Tom : Weren't you the one who said murder is bad?

Han : There's times where murder is necessary, Tom

Han : *Continues to glare*