Sinners Place

Summary: Harry keeps dreaming of a woman he had never seen before.

Pairings: Harry Styles x Reader

Warnings/Tags: Daddy kink, SMUT, a lot of filthy stuff. Do not read if you are underage!

Song Fic:

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"Fuck that feel so good baby... So fucking good for me" Harry threw his head back, eyes closed in euphoria. The pleasure coming straight from his cock, all the way up to his spine as he felt himself shivering at the sensation. Y/N bobs her head up and down, managing to swallow his hard length without any complications whatsoever. "So good for daddy..."

"Harry..." She called out, her voice slightly croaked.

"That's not what you're supposed to call me, sweetheart..." He warns running his hands through her head as he gave it a harsh tug, almost as if he wanted to punish her for it.

"Harry..."

"Be a good girl, Y/N" Harry warns once again as Y/N looks up to him with watery eyes and hallowed cheeks. Harry moans when he felt her tongue gliding underneath the slit of his tip, collecting all of his pre-cum as some of them drips down her chin. "Fuck, I'm close... I'm close pet"

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"Who the hell is Y/N?" Harry's eyes shot up when he felt sprinkles of cold water hitting his face, waking him up from his perfect slumber. He groans, looking around as he noticed where he was.

"Shit, sorry Mitch... I think I overslept" Harry apologizes, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand as he pulled off the covers from the body. The wet patch underneath him mapped the bed as if he ran a marathon and went straight to sleep. "Shit..." Harry cursed once again, looking down to his pants to see a large tent growing underneath. Mitch laughed, shaking his head as he got up.

"Hey... No shame man, we all went through that... But I gotta say, who the hell is Y/N? Are they your secret lover or something. Is there something you wanna tell us?" Mitch speculated as Harry sighed, taking the pillow with him to cover himself. "You've been saying their name in your sleep more than three times now"

"That's the thing... I don't even know myself"

Mitch may have caught him three times but Harry's had been dreaming of her since last month. He doesn't who she is, where she's from. All he knows is that he dreams some really explicit stuff and all of it seems too real. He thinks he has a problem but all he could think about is her.

Y/N.

Just one name.

Harry even went as far as googling the millions of Y/N's there is but none had matched her face. There's no way his brain could've just made up a pretty face like hers, his mind was not that complex.

"Maybe you saw her in one of the shows, those things happen to me sometimes" Mitch suggested, waiting for him to shower and get ready for breakfast.

"Yeah, maybe" He agreed, not wanting to in-depth with the secret girl he's dreaming about. The truth was, they hadn't performed in any shows last month so it was possible for Y/N to just be some girl in the crowd. If he was so captivated by her, he would've remembered her face and what row she was in. Hell, he would've even invited her backstage.

Mitch and Harry went out along with the others, grabbing a cup of coffee and maybe stop by the studio by any chance. He needs to distract himself from her. He needs to get her out of his mind because whatever it is, he wasn't sure it was healthy.

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The night came, Harry and his friends thought it was a great idea to have some fun before they start their tour and he definitely agreed.

So here he was, dancing manically in the middle of the club with a cocktail in his hand.

A woman approached him, dancing slightly closer and closer to him the longer the music went on. Harry was buzzed and all he could think of was how flexible the woman looked grinding her body against his.

"I have a private booth, why don't you and I go somewhere a little bit quiet..." Harry whispered in the girl's ear, as she nodded, following him from behind as Harry closed the door behind them. The girl, who's named 'Layla' immediately sat on the cushioned chair, eyeing him up and down seductively.

Harry walked right up behind her, kissing the nape of her neck as she immediately whimpered underneath his touch. Their clothes were off on the floor and Harry wasted no time bending her over the chair, lining up his tip up to her soaking entrance.

His brain was buzzed from alcohol and he wasn't sure what happened. The next thing he knows, Layla's vibrant pink hair change colours and so did the shape of her body. The girl turned around, showing Harry the unfamiliar face his been stuck with for months.

Y/N...

Harry tried shaking his head trying to get rid of the vision but it only got clearer and clearer until he was almost convinced that Y/N was really writhing underneath him.

Harry pounded into Y/N mercilessly, feeling the warmth of her skin-soothing into his.

"Y/N... Fuck, I'm so close... I'm so close pet"

"What the fuck?!" Y/N's voice disappeared, replaced with a much more annoying one. Harry's eyes widened as his vision was clearing up and he immediately noticed who was truly in front of him. Layla picks up her clothes, quickly storming out of the room. "What a fucking dick"

Harry cursed underneath his breath, putting on his clothes as he sat there on the chair and think about what just happened.

Something was wrong and Harry needed to know who she is before he looses his mind.

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Harry's hand were tight on his cock, fucking it roughly as he smothered the pre-cum that was dribbling out if the slit of his tip every now and then. “Y/N…” He whispered so lowly under his breath, the girl he fucked just right beside him, peacefully sleeping after Harry pounded her into the bed. The girl was such a deep sleeper that she didn’t even realize that Harry was jerking off to the thought of another woman that wasn't her. Harry imagined Y/N underneath him, at least this time he didn't accidentally say her name. “F-fuck, baby…”

Harry chased his orgasm, feeling the pit in his stomach growing bigger and bigger. He lifts his covers up slightly, points his hard cock right against his stomach as strings of cum paints his torso white. “So good, baby…” He whispered one last time, imagining Y/N cumming underneath him.

Y/N was the only thing that could keep him going, no one else. No one else but her.

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Harry wakes up at nine o'clock in the morning, going at his usual routine as he steps out of his house going for a good jog and maybe find someplace to have a coffee alone.

He gets his trainers on, blaring a song in his headphones as he started running. He finds himself getting further away from his neighbourhood and somewhere much quieter and peaceful. The town was surrounded with modest houses and little shops that reminded him of his hometown back in England. It was unusual for L.A to have places like these.

Harry stops by a bakery, wanting to get a few pastries and maybe some good coffee. He queues right behind a woman, waiting patiently for her to be done with her order.

"That will be $10.99, please..." The woman in front of him nodded, fumbling through her purse looking for money.

Only to find none.

"Oh my god, I left my purse back at home" Harry knitted his eyebrows in confusion, feeling as if her voice was familiar and he had heard it before. "I'm so sorry, I guess I have to cancel all of this"

Harry steps in front, pulling out a couple of bills as he paid for the woman's food. "Is'alright, I got it..."

"Thank you so much, I promise I'll pay you back..." The woman turned her head to properly thank him and suddenly...

Both of their eyes widened at the same time.

No.

No it couldn't be.

"Y/N?..."

"Harry?..."

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In which Y/N is an annoyance in Harry’s sculpting class.

“I, um… thank you.”

He was even more confused. “For what?”

She blinked, shivering when the cold breeze got to her, “For what you said back there.”

He easily glanced right over her head, down the hill at the little coffee shop, wondering what had happened to Rose and why Y/N was alone now.

She took a deep breath and got his attention again, “I uh… to be honest,” she stared at her feet, trying not to distract her train of thought by his lack of shoes, “when I first saw your sculptures they made me feel… seen. If that makes any sense at all.”

Part One: Chisel 

Part Two: Etch 

Part Three: Carve 

Part Four: Mold

Part Five: Blaze

info about this story: this idea came about because I was watching a lot of sculpting videos on youtube at one time. And so, if you’d like to have more of a visual of the type of things I imagine them creating in this story I would check out Ace of Clay or Tina Yu on Youtube! I’m not a sculptor nor am I super knowledgeable in it, so I apologize if I get details wrong. This story also deals with standards of beauty and includes a plus-sized Y/N.

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Despite Harry being less than active on social media, it doesn’t mean that he didn’t creep through Instagram and Twitter after the shows.

He used a fake account to scroll, constantly liking pictures and videos of his wife dancing or funny fan signs to his phone.

Tonight, after the Philly show, YN was already fast asleep in their tour bus bed - she had curled into Harry with her leg between his and her head on his bicep.

Harry was trending on Twitter for his show, however, he scrolled a bit further and noticed that a hashtag called #JusticeforYN was trending.

When he clicked on the link, it took him down a rabbit hole of screenshots and videos from the concert.

It doesn’t take long to see what had happened, it was a girl recording herself on Snapchat from the pit during the concert.

The ‘fan’ held up her phone enough that you could see her but also YN, Jeff, Harry Lambert, and Tommy in the background behind the pit.

Adore You started blasting through his AirPod and the girl recorded his wife dancing with their friends - he gets distracted for a moment, watching her have fun and sing along.

He loved her so fucking much.

But then, it’s the next clip, and the captioned text on the video said ‘Harry’s Whore.’

The small smile on his face disappears instantly when he sees where this is going.

In the next few segments, the girl is screaming things at YN who can’t even hear them because of the music but it’s still completely disrespectful.

“Hi, Harry’s Whore!”

“Get the fuck outta here, nobody wants you here!”

“Fuck you!”

It makes Harry rage, even from the comfort of his bunk with his perfect love, and then he digs deeper to find his real fans defending YN.

YN was pretty loved by the fans. She was always kind, posted pictures of Harry (because he rarely did), and made really kickass merch.

He finds the Twitter account of the girl who harassed his wife, her name was Gina, and he read through her tweets.

She was going to three more of the concerts - following them from Philly to Detroit.

One of her tweets said…

‘If you guys are mad about what I said during the last concert, just wait what I have to say to her next time.’

And he also finds out that she had won a meet and greet for the DC show through the record label and Harry already knew what he was gonna do.

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YN wakes up before Harry, sitting in the small living area of the bus - watching a cooking show on the television and still slightly dozing in and out of sleep.

“Hi bun,” She mumbles, opening her arms and legs to let Harry flop between them. Chest to chest and he was a bit to heavy for this but he liked laying like this.

“Mornin’, my love,” Harry rasps, peppering kisses all over her jaw and the smooth column of her neck until she giggles.

“Shouldn’t you be saying good morning to your whore on tour?” YN replies, her voice is light and unbothered - obviously found out the online drama.

Harry tenses up, looks up at her seriously, and tells her, “M’gonna take care of it.”

“Don’t, it’s fine, bubs,” YN assures him, she’s smiling softly and Harry just…he is so obsessed with the woman below him that he has to kiss her for a long moment.

“No, it’s not. I’m not going t’let someone treat m’wife like that. She won tha’ meet and greet. I’m gonna have a talk w’her when she comes backstage,” Harry tells her, lips brushing on every word and he can help but grind his hips forward against her.

“Always so horny in the morning,” Yn teases but still lets her thighs fall open a little bit more so that the only barrier is their underwear.

“Can y’blame me? Look wha’ I wake up to,” He rumbles, voice getting illogically deeper and raspier when he speaks.

It’s not long before he tugs his briefs down just enough and her panties to the side to get inside her with his lips glued to hers.

He’s whispering things that would make him blush with embarrassment if anyone heard him.

“Can’t believe y’mine after all this time.”

“Y’my perfect match, on m’knees for you whenever you ask.”

“Arena full of people and all I see is you, baby.”

“Feel like heaven.”

“Only y’make me feel like this.”

“Come on, stubborn girl. Show me y’love me.”

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Harry looks insanely stunning in his purple outfit but honestly - YN always steals the show (without even trying). ***

They’re in a common area, waiting for the meet and greet with the fans - it’s comical how Gina’s face drops when she arrives to see Harry facing away from everyone with YN giggle as he crowds her up against a wall.

They can hear Harry murmur, “Y’alway showin’ me up. Only gonna be able to look at y’during the show, bug.”

“Harry,” Jeff calls to his client, making him turn around and his eyes instantly search the small groups of fans until his eyes land on a girl dressed in a bright pink fishnet dress and boa.

“You,” Harry points at her, his face isn’t giving away any emotion, “Can I have a chat w’you?”

“S-sure,” She stutters, eyes wide and excited - oblivious that Harry actually knows what she had been posted on social media.

The singer takes her off to the side, YN’s eyes keep darting to them as she chats with the friendly fans who are complimenting her dress and her merch designs.

Frank is standing near Harry, prepared to escort the girl out after the conversation.

“Can we get a selfie?” Gina asks, pulling out her cellphone.

“No,” Harry replies seriously, “You also are going to get escorted out of this arena and banned from any of my future concerts.”

“Wh-what?” The girl stumbles, eyes watering as she looks at him in confusion and dismay.

“I need to make this a safe space for everyone who comes to my concerts. That especially includes m’wife. And I don’t feel comfortable havin’ someone scream at m’wife and posting nasty things on social media attending my concert.”

Realization flashes across Gina’s face, “I’m so so sorry. I can apologize. I really didn’t mean-“

“No. I don’t think my whore of a wife would want to hear it,” Harry chuckles with a nasty edge, “Y’can fuck off now. Go find a new artist to harass ‘cause if I see y’face at one of m’concerts - y’getting kicked out immediately.”

Frank appears beside them, gently guiding the hysterical girl out of the room while the fans look back in confusion.

They forget all about it once Harry saunters up to them and gives them a crooked smile, “Hi, m’Harry. How are y’guys?”

The fans don’t miss his hand moving quickly to squeeze his wife’s hip in reassurance before starting to sign things and take pictures.

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Later that night, the disgruntled ‘fan’ sends out a nasty few tweets where real fans go after her and defend YN.

Also, the true fans are cooing over the fact that Harry is such a good husband.

haleyhs22: omg, could you imagine being called out by the nicest guy on this earth

tpwkjess_young: okay but I wish I had the luck that @ynstyles has to get a manz like that 😩

UsWeekly: Harry Styles bans ignorant fan from tour after nasty videos were leaked attacking his wife

strawberriesinsummer: harry is such a VIBE. Like he deadass kicked that girl out and then spent the whole night trying to seduce his wife with his shimmies and winks - he’s the hoe 🍑

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a/n: so im not saying that this is based on anything from the real life…. pls don’tcome after me lmao but i just HAD TO write this, the urge was too hard.

pairing: Harry X pregnant!Reader

warning: smut, kinda breeding kink? idk

word count: 2.5k

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You thought you were ready for anything and everything about pregnancy. You’ve been bracing yourself for these months years prior, watching videos, reading all the books, learning all the information you need to know about growing a baby inside your body. There shouldn’t have been any surprises about it, but yet your body can still make you go: “Oh, wow. I was not expecting that.”

You’re only nearing the end of your first trimester, the bump is small, not many people know about the news that you and Harry are gonna be parents, but during these three short months, so much has happened. It started with the morning sickness, you threw up every morning clockwise at around six am, as if your body had an alarm in it that screamed at you to put out everything you had in your stomach. Harry was by your side the moment your knees hit the cold tile and you leaned above the toilet, delicate hands brushing your hair out of your face as he gently soothed you, brought you water and a wash cloth.

Then you started to get nauseous at the weirdest smells, like strawberries, honey and then coffee. You couldn’t be in the same room as these things, because the moment you smelled them you were gagging with no control. Harry made sure none of those could be found at your home from that day on and you felt terrible for making him stop drinking coffee, but he didn’t even want to hear about your apologies.

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Her brows furrowed as she felt around the bed. The space beside her which once coveted another body, now empty and had long since gone cold. She sat up and looked around the room in a blind panic. None of his stuff, which was littered around the room the previous night, was there. She scrambled to get out of bed, tripping over the covers. The same ones that wrapped her and him up so blissfully just a few hours prior. She needed to calm down. There could be a number of reasons why he left without a trace. None currently came to mind, but she didn’t like to assume. Slowly, she panned the parameter of the house, heart sinking as she found each room void of his presence. Panic set in as she snatched her phone off the charger and scrolled through her contacts, clicking his name. Her heart beat louder than the dial tone in her ear. She called one, two, three times in a row with no response. She gently lowered the phone from her ear to her side in a state of disbelief.

Questions and answers to those questions and more questions sped through her brain like notes from Flight of the Bumblebee. She tried him one more time, knee bouncing up and down as the ringing sound blared through her ear. All she received was his voicemail, but she decided to leave a message. “Harry?” she asked with extreme hesitance, even though nobody was actually on the other side of the line. “Hi, um, I, um, I woke up, and you weren’t— you weren’t here. And, you’re not answering my calls. And, all of your stuff is gone. And, I don’t know what’s happening. Please call me back. Please. Okay, bye.”

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Warnings: mentions of drunk driving, car accident

In which you think Harry has too much on his plate to worry about you.

It was all a bit surreal. What was supposed to be a nice day out with your best friend turned into an unfortunate emergency room visit and 8 stitches along the side of your thigh. 

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