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1:32 AM | harry styles.
summary: a series of moments in yours and Harry’s life together that seemed to occur around 1:32 AM.
pairing: harry styles x fem!reader
word count: 3.6k words
warning(s): nothing but fluff with a bit of husband!/dad!harry
a/n: (disclaimer: gif is not mine and belongs to @harryisart) hope y’all like this! i thought it was a cute concept. reblogs/feedbacks are very much appreciated <3
It was half past midnight.
You couldn’t sleep and it was practically driving you insane. You blame yourself for having a last minute coffee before bed. So stupid, you thought.
You tossed and turned in bed, drank some water, even tried counting sheeps; but to no avail, you could not get a wink of sleep. You sighed, thinking of ways to get yourself to sleep; you were lucky that tomorrow - well, today - was Saturday.
You grabbed your phone from your nightstand, groaning as the bright light from the screen hurt your eyes. You scrolled through your contacts to find the number you were looking for. Harry.
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Longer Writes:
Want You
~June is Harry’s ex, and Y/N is June’s best friend. After a nasty break up, Harry and Y/N run into each other. Bring their attraction to one another to surface, but Y/N isn’t ready to address it. Part 1*, Part 2*, Part 3*
Character Tag: Y/N
Oath - on hold
~What was supposed to be a relaxing dinner with Harry and some friends took a turn for the worst. With adrenaline running high, ethics are questioned and character is judged. With the night ending in the hospital, will Y/N and Harry be able to overcome the night? (trigger warnings) 1.0
Don’t Blame Me for Falling
~Dragged to a Charity Bachelor Auction, Y/N is surprised to find a familiar face on the stage. Will her heart be able to handle it? Part 1
One-Shot/Blurbs
Order: Old to New
New Adventure*: Y/N has some news to start the new year, but first she wants some fun.
I Need You To*: Darling is needy for her Daddy
Their Bond: Harry and his daughter (needs to be rewritten)
I Just Wanna Taste It*: in honor/ anticipation of Watermelon Sugar
Duplicate: Harry’s Bub is just like him
Teasing: it’s too easy to get Harry riled up (super short)
Consequences*: the result of teasing Harry. (Part 2 to Teasing)
Little Hands: Papa and his kiddos
Bare*: Harry comes to your place of work
Peach*: it’s a hot day in LA and Y/N wants a snack
Gotta Say It*: She’s wrecked for him and Harry loves every second
My Harry: after a scary defeat, you and harry have to find a way back together. (super short)
Walk Up Call: A great way to start the day
Dressing Room: pressed against the door
Anticipation: you use your finger
Prompt Writing
The One Where Harry Wants His Missus To Be Loud*
The One Where Harry’s Mates Hears Them*
The One Where You Wake Up Pressed Against Each Other*
The One Where Y/N Rides and Watches*
Her Majesty.
© All rights reserved. ©
Mature audiences: May contain intense violence, sexual content and/or strong language.
Life is unpredictable and unexplainable. Everyone lives a different life, nobody walks the same path or in the same shoes. Some people have love, some people have wealth, some people have health but nobody can have it all.
Everyone has their secrets, their downfalls and their desires, just like everybody has their own title.
My security guard calls me Princess Anastasia, my boyfriend calls me Anastasia or Anna, my fiancé calls me Princess to make me mad, and the rest of the people know me as Princess Anastasia Annette Leanor, Duchess of Edinburgh, or for short, her royal highness. How do I have different titles? Read and find out.
Chapter one.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six.
Chapter Seven.
Chapter Eight.
Chapter Nine.
Chapter Ten.
Chapter Eleven.
Chapter Twelve.
Chapter Thirteen.
Chapter Fourteen.
Chapter Fifteen.
Chapter Sixteen.
Chapter Seventeen.
Chapter Eighteen.
Chapter Nineteen.
Chapter Twenty.
This crazy thing called love. || 4
Authors Note: Hey!! Here is part 4 of this crazy thing called love. I hope you all enjooy it. The other parts can be found here.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
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|| Harry || “What can I say about love? It can be one of the immeasurable experiences and it can be one of the gravest, it all depends on who you ask. I’ve spent my time in my office attempting to write this article with tear-stained cheeks and a bit of a broken heart myself. Many people have investigated the same question over and over again, ‘what is love?’ And here I am, to tell anyone reading. Love is something that takes you by surprise, it isn’t always easily perceived, it is sometimes concealed behind a sheer coat of denial. It awakens your soul and annihilates the demons inside you, it makes your head spin in an astonishing way, it makes you feel on top of the world, even if you’re at the bottom. Love is peering into someone’s eyes and recognizing nothing but contentment. Their eyes aren’t just a shade, they’re something so indescribable that you just want to fall into them with every breath you take. Love is being able to take a piece of his cake without him whining or moaning that you’re cramping his style, it’s being able to stumble across the pavement while a little bit tipsy and not having to worry about anything besides the fact the two of you are blissfully making fools of yourselves.
Love is seeing someone at their most vulnerable, weakest stage and still only seeing the strong individual they are. It is looking past the insecurities and the flaws and still loving the person and loving each and every imperfection.
Love is being contented with forever changing when you meet the one, the one that will take your world by storm and turn it upside down in the most beautiful way possible. Love is giving someone the opportunity to possess your heart in their steady hands and trusting them enough not to pulverize it with every fibre of their body. It is gratifying their hands to act like the ribcage outlining your most vital and vulnerable organ, the heart. Conceding someone’s hands to wholeheartedly seize you at your every weakness and breach your every defence and not having to worry that those same hands will turn from their pure gold form to crisp black weapons of destruct. Love is granting the other person everything, entrusting them with your secrets, your life, your insecurities, and your apprehensions in hope they won’t use them against you but cherish them and hold them close.
Love is two souls that are correlated on a level as if they are one, they’re two peas in a pod, two best friends that want nothing but the best for each other, two souls that feel the same spark, flame, and connection, two souls that will always stand by each other through the good times and the bad.
Love is what I have for my best friend, and I don’t mean the kind of love that is platonic, I mean the character of love that enkindles a burning in my soul, the sort of love that I’d fight heaven and earth just to be able to welcome. Sometimes, it doesn’t hit us in the way we suspect, sometimes it is nonchalant before abruptly hitting us all at once. It hit me while sitting in a coffee shop, his eyes undividedly focused on a row of cakes, I viewed the way his brows knitted together and his lips pursed together into a straight line while he attempted to figure out what he wanted. I never thought the day would come where I’d pay so much attention to the way someone stands and decides on a sweet, but that day I did. When I look at him, I don’t perceive the same man the world sees, I understand a man with a heart of gold, a man that entitles me to steal pieces of his food even though it was intended for him, I perceive a man who takes his coffee strong, but won’t complain if it isn’t made to his perfection; I see a man that will walk four blocks to meet me, just to see me for a few minutes, I notice a man that any woman would be lucky to have as their husband and the father of their children. I see a man that slipped through my fingers while I wasn’t looking.
This crazy thing called love has erupted a raging inferno inside me that has spread through me like wildfire, it has become a blessing and a curse. I feel it in the tips of his fingers when his hands are pressed to me, I feel it between the scent of his cologne and the fabric of his jacket when it graces over me graciously in the cold; I feel it encrypted between every lyric he shows me while biting his bottom lip while awaiting my opinion, most importantly, I feel it when I am around him. I feel it all over me, from the tips of my toes all the way up my body, I feel it when I look into his brilliant eyes and when his smile lights up the darkest of days. This crazy thing called love is a treacherous slope that I would fall down every day if it meant his welcoming arms and smile would be at the bottom ready to help me out.”
I stare at the article she wrote, a piece of work that has somehow managed to revolve itself around me; I don’t need to finish the piece to know that the feelings between the two of us are not platonic or strictly best friends.
I gaze at my car keys in front of me, my foot patting nervously against my floorboards as I contemplate on what I should do. Do I go find her and tell her how I feel? Do I let her go?
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Platform 9 ¾ feels gloomier this year, at least that’s how Harry seems to find it. The worried looks on parents’ faces as they watch their children board the train makes him uneasy, especially when he hears their crude whispers and spiteful glares when he walks past them. “That’s the Styles boy, you want to steer clear of him,” they say as though he isn’t only meters away from where they stand. He chooses to ignore it though, at least that way he can pretend that he isn’t the son of a fucking wanted criminal.
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Platform 9 ¾ feels gloomier this year, at least that’s how Harry seems to find it. The worried looks on parents’ faces as they watch their children board the train makes him uneasy, especially when he hears their crude whispers and spiteful glares when he walks past them. “That’s the Styles boy, you want to steer clear of him,” they say as though he isn’t only meters away from where they stand. He chooses to ignore it though, at least that way he can pretend that he isn’t the son of a fucking wanted criminal.
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Platform 9 ¾ feels gloomier this year, at least that’s how Harry seems to find it. The worried looks on parents’ faces as they watch their children board the train makes him uneasy, especially when he hears their crude whispers and spiteful glares when he walks past them. “That’s the Styles boy, you want to steer clear of him,” they say as though he isn’t only meters away from where they stand. He chooses to ignore it though, at least that way he can pretend that he isn’t the son of a fucking wanted criminal.
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Rocking the Boat | h.s.
a/n: @harrysbeanie this is your fault. you reblogged a post of those new pics of harry in the boat and your tag was “please fuck me in that boat” and now i can’t stop thinking about it.
warnings: smut, unprotected sex, this is my first harry smut so i apologize, i also don’t know boat or camera stuff so idk what i’m calling these different things so…my bad
word count: 2,743
god he’s so hot sorry
anyway please let me know what you think! reblogs are really appreciated! <3
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You and Harry arrived in Italy merely a day ago. You had one night's rest before he had to get up and work again. It seemed like he never stopped. Over the past several months he has been constantly working and you could tell it was taking a toll on him. Slowly but surely. You tried to help as much as you could, being by his side the entire time as a form of comfort and familiarity. It seems as if it worked sometimes, but at the end of the day he dragged his feet to bed more and the dark circles under his eyes turned a deeper color.
You thought Italy would be a good change in scenery. Sure he still had to work, but he was always calmer and happier in Italy.
He had woken you up with kisses on your bare shoulder. The bright golden sun peeking through the curtain even though you had drawn them closed the night before. His fingertips dragged against your warm skin, bringing your body to life as you slowly woke up.
He had a childish little grin as he told you good morning, his dimples digging deeper into his skin, his bubblegum pink lips kissing you on the corner of your mouth. “Ready to go out on the water?” He sleepily slurred, his fingers halting on the underside of your breast, massaging the skin, enticing a moan from your lips.
You answered his question by stretching under the sheets, your arms and legs spread as you woke your body up before lightly kissing his nose and leisurely getting out of bed.
You turned around to glance at him and see him leaning his lead on his tattooed arm, a cheeky smirk playing in his lips, his eyes not so subtly raking across your body, admiring every dip and curve and scar on your body. The sunlight flowing through the curtains makes his hair look shiny, almost like golden thread, and makes his green eyes look like actual emeralds. You envy how effortless he is.
•••
“Harry, wanna take it out for a spin?”
He squints behind his glasses, his ring less fingers playing with the low back of your flowy dress, the chipped nails dragging along the hem, his pinky playing with the zipper.
“Sure” he answered, his hand falling down to your hip and lightly squeezing, grabbing your attention. “Come with me?”
You nod, looking around the wooden dock to see if you need anything. “Need anything, H?”
He slides his phone in the pocket of his brown corduroy shorts before smiling at you. “Just you and my camera.”
You try to hide your blush by leaning down to grab his camera bag from by your feet, your other hand finding his and lacing your fingers together.
You walk to the edge of the dock near where the boat sat. “Let me take that, baby.” Harry bends down to grab the camera bag from your opposite hand and puts it down on the wooden dock. His hand that was intertwined with yours tightens as the other hovers over your back, carefully helping you step into the boat.
You walked along the side to get to the back of the boat, sitting on the white cushions benches lining around the back, your hair free from any clip or hair tie dancing in the italian summer air.
“Okay,” Harry breathed out walking along the same side you did and ducking down to the hooded area to get to the front where the wheel was.
Your eyes were closed when he started up the engine, a small smile appearing on your lips when you heard him whine. “Baby…”
You took that as your cue to move near him, soon staying neck to him as he slowly turned away from the deck, mumbling a small “bye” to the people you left in the deck.
It’s quiet between the two of you as he steers, water droplets softly spraying your chest and face, cooling you down under the warm sun.
You turn to look at him, his eyes trained on the sea before you. He looks so…ethereal. His beauty was indescribable and frustrating at the same time. You couldn’t believe he was real and you got to wake up next to him every day, hopefully for the rest of your life.
“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” He teased, his gaze never turning to you, but you see his lips tug up into a smirk, like he knew what you were thinking and why you were staring at him.
You chuckled softly, looking away for a quick second. “Okay, I will.” You bent down to dig into the bag behind him. carefully taking out his camera and taking the cap off the lens. “Don’t move.” You mumbled as you brought the device up to your face, squinting to see him through the lens, centering the shot so you see the sharpness of his jawline and the dip of his nose.
Click.
While you were admiring him and taking his picture, you didn’t realize how far he had taken you. The dock and buzzing italian plaza seemed like a distant dream, nothing around you but blue oceans.
There was a reason for it.
He stops the engine as you lean down to put the camera back in the bag, zipping it up and nestling it by the corner so it doesn't move much.
When you come back up, his glasses are tangled in his locks, his eyes no longer holding a sense of calmness, but a sense of lust.
You eyed him curiously. “What?” You asked nervously, a breathy chuckle leaving your lips.
“C’mere” He sultry whispered, his arm reaching for you, his middle and ring finger bending, telling you to come closer.
You smiled innocently, though your eyes said the opposite as you shuffled closer to him, your fingers delicately plucking at the button of his shirt.
His eyes roam your face and down to your chest. His tongue glides over his teeth under his closed lips as his eyes stay locked on your cleavage that your dress showed.
“Eyes up here, buddy.” You teased, your arms going to lay over his shoulders, one hand playing with the end of his hair as his arms went around you, keeping you tight against him, feeling a small tent on your thigh.
“Nah” He teased back before slowly leaning down and kissing neck, luring a small moan from you.
He continues to kiss down your neck to the exposed part of your breasts, your breath shallowing the closer he comes to the hem of your dress. But he never gets there. Instead, he comes back up to kiss your lips hungrily, a loud groan coming from him as lips closed on yours.
Your hands move up to the top of his head to tangle your fingers in his hair, the sunglasses falling to the ground. His arms keep you close, lowering down close to your ass as he bends down slightly.
It’s messy and loud. Teeth clashing, tongues dancing and loud moans and guttural groans. Harry bunches up your dress to feel your skin, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing, making you detach from his lips and gasp.
“Harry…please.” You whimpered as his hands explored your body, his lips leaving yours to nip at your earlobe and neck.
“Please what, baby?” He breathed into your neck. “Want me to fuck you on this boat?” His voice seemed to get impossibly deeper, his hands stopping at the zipper of your dress.
You nod impatiently, your words betraying you as your mouth dries up.
“Words, baby. Need to hear you say it.”
“Please fuck me on this boat.”
In a split second he’s turning you around so you look out into the water, your fingers gripping the glass in front of you to keep you up. You whimper at the loss of his touch, but you hear the rattling of a belt and his rapid movements to push down his shorts before he moves your dress to expose your ass.
His hands move up to the waistband of your underwear agonizingly slowly, you were almost ready to stomp your foot like a child in frustration. He was taking his sweet time.
He curls his slender fingers around the band and drags it down, leaving wet kisses to the new skin exposed to him.
You feel the flimsy material fall slack between your legs, but you don’t have time to step out of them before Harry is touching you.
“God, baby,” he moans, his face pressed against your plump backside as he teases your entrance with his middle finger. “So wet f’’me, I’ve barely touched you, love. You’re gonna feel so warm around me.” You swear you could’ve come right there from just his words.
“Harry!” You whined, moving your hips back and forth to relieve yourself.
“I got you, baby,” His finger moves down to your swollen clit, flicking it back and forth, making you moan. “Wish I could taste ya, but I just want to feel you around my cock.” He backs away from you. You hear him slide his fingers into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you before popping his finger out of his mouth.
You start to whine again, but it turns into a gasp as you feel his length tease your entrance, gathering your arousal.
You forgot how to breathe when he slowly inched inside you, sliding in all the way, his head falling down to rest on your back as he bottoms out.
You bite your lip to try and keep quiet and he notices. “No, no, no. Wanna hear you, baby. Only us out here.”
He doesn’t let you adjust. his hips move in an animalistic pace against your backside, the sounds of skin slapping, loud moaning and water splashing the only things on your mind.
Your breath fogs up the glass in front of you, a mewl leaving your lips every time he hits right there. “Feels so good.” You choke out, his movements never slowing, bringing you closer to the edge.
His hands press down on your hips, surely leaving aching bruises for you to admire later. Then one hand moves in front of you, shuffling under your bunched up dress, dragging down your pelvic bone and connecting to your swollen clit, massaging it steadily. You let out a loud groan, the knot in your stomach tightening as pounds into you hastily. “Har-I’m” You can barely get any words out before you scream, your legs violently shaking as you release around him, your jaw slacking, your eyesight clouding with stars.
He continues to play with your clit as you cum, “Fuck yes, baby. Cum around my cock.” He twitches inside of you, making your thighs flinch around his hand.
You were catching your breath when Harry pulled out of you, your face scrunching up at the sudden absence.
Both of his hands come up to cup your covered chest, bringing your back against his front , his hot breath hitting your ear when he says, “Wanna ride me, love?”
You nod lazily, your head feeling much heavier on your shoulders.
“C’mon.” He huskily whispered, grabbing your hand and bringing you down to the shaded area of the boat, slouching down onto the cream cushioned bench. You wobbly walk behind him, lifting up one leg to straddle him but he pushes you down beside him on the bench.
“Wha-”
“I have to taste you.” He breathed out, holding onto your knees to speed your legs, his mouth immediately diving down to your center, lapping at your juices.
You arch your back, your head leaning back, looking at the clear sky in front of you as your fingers tangle in his hair, keeping him in place.
He licks at your folds and shakes his head, rubbing his nose against your clit rapidly, making you scream. “Harry!”
Your toes curl and your stomach tightens again. Your mouth formed into an O as he sucked on your clit. Then he moved down to dive his tongue inside of you.
Your fingers tighten around his hair as you cum again, your legs wrapping around his back to keep him in place.
He comes back up, face red and slick with your arousal as you try to regain your breath.
He backs away from you and sits back on the seat, his tanned skin flexing under the butterfly tattoo on his chest. His hair is disheveled, strands falling down into his face as he spreads his legs and pats his thigh. “C’mon, love. Wanna see you ride my cock.”
With all of your strength you get up, grabbing onto his shoulder for leverage as you swing your leg to the farthest side of him, your chest in front of his face, his dick shadowing your entrance.
His large hands come down to your ass, holding firmly as he guides you on top of him, feeling his reddening tip glide against you.
You both let out a breath of relief as you sink down onto him, his hair tickling your chest, your fingers digging into his shoulders, making him hiss.
“Oh my god.” You mutter, slowly moving up and down to adjust to the new position, looking down as he disappeared inside of you.
“Taking my cock so well, feels so good.” His hands smooth up your side as and your arms, resting on your shoulders to curl his fingers into the straps of your dress, tugging it down your arms to expose your breasts. He cranes his neck to wrap his lips around your nipple, sucking it into his mouth and pinching in between his teeth.
You throw your head back at his action, bringing your hands up to grip at his short brown locks, your pace on top of him steadying.
“Christ, look at you.” He growled from under you, both of his hands move to your breasts and he tightly squeezes them, making a moan leave your plump lips, your hips moving faster. “That’s it, keep going, love. Can feel you clenching around m-oh!” A choked moan falls from his lips as you change your angle, grinding on him instead of going up and down, your clit massaging against the skin between his two fern tattoos.
“Harry, I’m so close-” you chew on your bottom lip and furrow your eyebrows, your legs becoming weak from the previous pleasure Harry had given you and there’s an ache just behind your thighs.
He watches your face change and takes matters into his own hands, holding onto your hips to stop them from moving and sliding down the couch, planting his feet firmly on the wooden floor and thrusts up into you, his hips meeting yours at a ruthless pace.
You arch your back again as you scream his name and numerous profanities, lust and pleasure hitting you like a wave. His lips attach to one of your nipples, stimulating your orgasm to hit you even harder, if that was even possible.
You fall limply on top of him, his arms coming to wrap around your back, keeping you close. Your cheek is pressed against his shoulders, your arms fallen to the sides as he continues to thrust into you, bringing himself to the brink.
He whimpers in your ear as his thrusts falter, his fingers digging into your sides roughly and fast, short, shaky breaths come out his nose, his release following.
Your arms come up around his neck as he releases into you, your chests rising as you pant, tired from your activities under the bright italian sun and over the clear blue water.
Harry leaves a ginger kiss on your sweaty hairline once you’ve calmed down, his fingers now soothingly scratching the damp skin. “Should probably,” he said hoarsely. He clears his throat and licks his lips before continuing, “should probably get back.”
It takes you a couple seconds to register what he said, but you limply nod your head against his shoulder. You both make no effort to move.
•••
“How was it, H?” Someone asked as they reached out to help the couple off the boat.
“Uh,” Harry dragged out as he set the camera bag down, a playful smirk playing on his lips. “It was good.” He breathily chucked, his eyes trained on you through the sunglasses as he spoke. “Real good.”
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“You want to be a brat? I’ll treat you like one,” He tells her, voice firm and eyes glinting with enmity and intention.
She releases a surprised squeak when he grapples her by the hip and flips her onto her stomach. Pinches her eyebrows as he knees his way onto the mattress and lands three slaps in concession, hard.
“Not being a brat,” she huffs, inhales sharply when another hit lands.
“Not being a brat? Is that just what you said?” His tone is incredulous, and she can imagine the disbelief his features shape, the way his lips tighten in resolve. “You don’t ever mouth off to me.”
She hums as he forcefully lifts her hips, lips parting when he delivers another blow with an open palm.
“What do little, insolent brats get, darling?” Harry slaps her again, “Hm?”
“I wouldn’t know, I’m not a brat,” She quips, voice carrying a tune of attitude.
This time the smack makes her gasp, “Stop mouthing off.” She whines when a litany follows. “I’m sick of it. You want me to be mean? I can be very mean.”
“I don’t want you to be mean,” She squeels, “Ouch.”
“Then don’t make me,” He retorts sternly. Surely her skins reddened by now, she feels like she’s on fire. Harry’s following through, delivering more pain than pleasure.
“Stop it,” she huffs. Lets out a keen when he hits her again, hard. “Feels like needles.”
“That’s the point. You’re not supposed to like it.”
And. She could apologize. She could say, “sorry, I shouldn’t have called you stupid when you didn’t give me the remote so we could watch Toddlers and Tiaras.” But he is stupid.
“I still think you’re stupid,” she grunts.
There’s a sharp inhale behind her, a pause that lingers, almost thoughtful.
“You know what, baby? Raise your hips,” comes an order laced with malevolence.
She shouldn’t call him stupid. It’s one of his “rules.” They’re not...on that page. The novel hasn’t progressed from whatever their relationship is now into anything playful, he’s not her boyfriend. Even with the hankering on her part, though she’ll never express that to him. Maybe it never will.
For now, she respires deeply in annoyance, knees her way up. Lengthy digits curve around her thighs to maneuver her back. His rings are cold against her skin. And she lets out a high, started sound when the first strike lands.
“You’re going to understand your place by the time I’m done,” Harry affirms faux airily before he distributes another to her pussy.
‘c’mon’ you pleaded silently on your back, watching harry fumble with his belt buckle in sheer desperation. ‘inside, please. want you inside of me,’ he growled at your request, practically shoving his jeans just under the curve of his bum before lifting the flowy dress up your body, ‘fuck, you should wear this more often’
do you have fwb!harry styles angst fics??
hi! i couldn’t find many, so if anyone has some please let me know!
Shampoo Bottles by @starsstruck
Wildest Dreams by @outofsstyles (only really angst at the end but its a must read its so good)
“It’s Not That Important” by @finestoflines
Three Rules Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 by @goldenbluesuit
Jamaica Me Happy Masterlist by @for-fucks-sake-h
do you have fwb!harry styles angst fics??
hi! i couldn’t find many, so if anyone has some please let me know!
Shampoo Bottles by @starsstruck
Wildest Dreams by @outofsstyles (only really angst at the end but its a must read its so good)
“It’s Not That Important” by @finestoflines
Three Rules Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 by @goldenbluesuit
Jamaica Me Happy Masterlist by @for-fucks-sake-h
I would but I can’t feel my legs
A/N: This is prompt 27 <3 Hope you like it lovely anon!
The sexual tension had been too much for anyone to stand. You had seen him, because you had texted him we’re at 5 things I like. It was a tradition by then since six years prior when your friend Ellie had turned 18, you had created the biggest bar hop of all times and then you did it every year. People had summed up during the years and so had Harry, just three years ago.
You had met Harry through Suz. She had met him, at some set where he was shooting something and she was the lighting technician, and she had had this big, almost senseless crush on him for so long until this one day, she didn’t know how to attract his attention anymore- cause for him she was nothing but a friend- and so she had called you because you were fun, she had said, and everybody loved you. You weren’t sure whether that was true- after all, Suz had been your best friend for years- but the truth was Harry and you had immediately hit it off.
All your girlfriends had joked about it, about how you had stolen Suz’s crush unintentionally and despite the fact that of course you found him attractive- you weren’t blind- since Suz was your best friend, and you knew she was only half joking when she said she would kill you if you ever flirted back, you had kept your distance from him. Granted, you were friends, you were good friends, you would hang out, have pizza at his flat, have a few beers at some pub when he was in town, sometimes with Suz and sometimes alone but you always kept things strictly friendly.
Suz used to complain about how he barely texted her back and you nodded along, never letting her know he texted you almost every day. Suz was your best friend and you would never do that to her but at the same time, you knew her obsession with him was something physical and it kind of bother you a little that she would see Harry that way, as a piece of meat, when he was so much more than that. She used to say he was plain, boring, the typical guy with the typical guy’s conversation but that was not true, that was not true at all, it was just that she wouldn’t get to know him because she was annoyed that he had rejected her in a sexual way- Suz wasn’t used to rejection- she was beyond gorgeous. And it kind of bothered you, that you had to reject him yourself despite the way you felt- something you couldn’t help however hard you tried- simply because she wanted to be wanted by him.
So you had texted him that day, because she had encouraged you to do so so she could see him and you felt, and it was bad of you to say it, you felt a little belittled by her because she didn’t even see you as a threat, did she? For she was so much more gorgeous than you and yes, she was your best friend, and yes you knew that- all your other friends would say that Harry must have been gay to say no to Suz for she was a goddess, but it kind of made you feel insecure even though it shouldn’t but…
What am I doing here then? He snapped you a picture of the pub he was with lots of your other friends and it made you smile, that he wouldn’t care about any of that. If you weren’t there, then he was in the wrong pub. You had seen Richard was with him so you had encouraged Suz to change pubs and meet him there instead of making him come and because she wanted to see him that very minute, she had playfully forced you to down your drink in a minute. Enough to have you tipsy that was.
Harry grinned like a child opening a present when he saw the three of you walking inside. Suz had brought his new friend with benefit, this John guy from Belgium she had been sleeping with and it was your job to keep him entertain as she tried to attract Harry’s attention but as usual, Harry grinned and hugged you tight.
“Bird!”
He had started calling you bird after a month of knowing you, because a bird had actually shitted on your head while the two of you were having a cup a coffee. He had cleaned it off your hair but he had laughed for a long time after that and ever since then the nickname had stuck with you.
“Suz!” He grinned and hugged her as well, shaking John’s hand and introducing himself. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders immediately after and smiled at both Suz and you. “Come on, I want you to meet some people.”
Suz was walking behind you and you weren’t sure if he had meant you as in you or as you and Suz. You had noticed John’s face dropped and you almost felt bad for him even thought you knew he didn’t really care. Harry introduced the two of you to his band mates and your stomach tightened when he started to say this is Suz and this is my bird because you didn’t want it to happen again. You had lost your best friend when you were sixteen because her boyfriend, who was your best friend as well, had fallen in love with you- or so he said.
So as soon as you met Harry’s friends, you saw your chance of mingling with them, so Suz could have Harry for herself. You were casually chatting to Sarah when Harry took your drink and placed it on the table, grabbing your hand and taking you to the dance floor. He smiled as he placed your body against his, his hands on the lower part of your back.
“I knew you’d get along with the band.” He smiled. “I’ve been waiting forever to introduce you guys.”
“Well you don’t stop touring the world, mister.” You smiled.
“I know.” He chuckled. “And I’m having the time of my life but I’m so happy to be here now, to see you, you know? I miss you when I’m on the road.”
“Yeah, we all miss you too.”
“I was talking about you.” He pointed at your face. “I mean of course I mean everyone else too but…” He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “You know.”
You only nodded, your heart was beating faster than it should and he was getting closer but you turned your head and scaned the crowd to find Suz, looking at you with puppy eyes. You hated that this was probably hurting her and so you started joking with her, telling her she had the best dance partner because she was dancing with John and after joking about it for long enough, Harry got the hint and changed dance partners, grabbing Suz’s hands and giving you a tight smile. After a couple more songs, he made his way to the bar with the rest of your friends were drinking.
“She’s just not into me, eh?” Harry whispered to Ellie as he glanced at you and Richard dancing like the scandalous idiots you were.
“Who?” Ellie asked, hoping he would say Suz but knowing he was going to say your name.
“Y/N.” He said as if it was obvious. “She looks so perfect tonight and I just want to hold her you know? But she’s just like elusive.”
Ellie knew it all. You had talked to her about it and she always support the fact that you didn’t act on those feelings and kept avoiding him so she and Molly where the two people in charge of keeping the two of you apart when you had had one too many but that was enough, she thought. It had been nearly three years, three fucking years, you had been respectful enough.
“She likes you too.” Ellie blurted out as she brought her beer to her lips. “It’s just… Suz, you know.”
“So who’s this John then?” He asked, glaring at the way he was apparently flirting with you.
Their conversation was cut short as both John and you walked towards the bar, laughing.
“Well Claire is beautiful, eh?” You wiggled your eyebrows.
“I guess.” He shrugged. “But so are you.”
“Well thank you.” You laughed.
“Good dance?” Harry interrupted, snapping.
“Yeah.”
He was jealous. Of course he was jealous and he would probably sound ridiculous if he said it out loud because as much as he wanted you, all the time, there was nothing more than one of the best friendships he had ever known between both of you. You were his best friend, simple as that, but he also thought of you in the mornings when he would wake up with a hard on only to realize he had dreamt about you. Again.
And his eyes would drop to your mouth whenever you drank from a straw and he would wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close whenever you were dancing and tonight, tonight you looked so beautiful and that jumpsuit of yours, backless and fluffly was driving him crazy so what was that John guy doing telling you you were beautiful? Of course you were beautiful but you were his, not John’s and he had had enough of that so he bought a rose- because there was a woman selling roses on the bar- and he bought one and cut the surplus stem and tucked it on your ear.
“I shouldn’t have done that.” He whispered in your ear as he placed his hand on your waist, pulling you to him and making sure John saw that. “Because now you look way too beautiful.”
You were blushing and he was so close so you were sure he was hearing your heartbeat. You swallowed and he smiled against your ear, caressing your bare back with one hand.
“Sit down with me?”
He grabbed your hand and you walked towards the table where all his friends were sitting and before you could take a seat yourself, he pulled you on his lap.
“Just stay close, yeah?” His green eyes looked into yours, moving your hair to the side so he could see your skin. “I’ve missed you.”
He pressed a chaste kiss to your bare shoulder and you wrap your arm around his shoulders as you sat sideways on his lap. Mitch kept bringing you drinks and you kept drinking because you were happy and Harry was so close. His hand was caressing your thigh and you had tangled your fingers on his hair, making him smile at you before he threw his head back and sighed in appreciation.
The alcohol running on your blood was making the dim light look kind of hazy and the music sounded louder then so you had to lean on Harry when he talked to you. He’d whisper in your ear as his hands rested on your body, in places a friend wouldn’t really have his hands.
“I love how you smell.” He whispered and his lips, you weren’t sure whether it was on purpose or because he was intoxicated himself hit your skin. “And this jumpsuit…” He held the fabric on his hand.
“What about it?” You had turned your face so you were facing him then.
Your faces were so close you could feel his breath hitting your skin. His hand travelled up your thigh.
“You shouldn’t wear these things around me.” He smirked.
“You don’t like it?”
He rolled his eyes before he smiled at you, his eyes dropped to your mouth, once, twice and he leaned in but Suz, Suz, Suz so you turned your head and his lips landed on your cheek instead. You hugged him so he knew, he had to know, and you hide your face on his neck, breathing in his scent.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I can’t.”
He just looked into your eyes. He didn’t want to pressured you. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to. If you can’t, or if you didn’t feel like it, then that was that but then Ellie cleared her throat next to you and you looked up at her with a frown. She was smiling.
“Will you go to the toilet with me?” She smiled.
You got up from Harry’s lap and laughed as he held your hand playfully, not letting you go for the first few seconds. Ellie gently pulled you to a wall and shook her head at you.
“Go for it.” She said.
“But-”
“But it’s been almost three years and he doesn’t like Suz, he doesn’t like her. He’s head over heels for you! And you like him too so how is that fair? The fact that you guys are not together isn’t going to make him like Suz.”
“But Suz-”
“But Suz will get over him, more so if he’s with you.”
“I thought you-”
“I know what I said but… Listen, Suz sleeps around with other people and she says she’s in love with Sean anyway and then she’s got this thing with Peter and John but…. What about you? You don’t sleep around, do you? You don’t even date because you’re in love with him! So go for it, girl.”
“I can’t do that to Suz.”
“But you can do that to him?”
You looked away, at Harry who was scrolling on his phone, and you looked farther away at Suz and Molly who were talking to some guys at the bar. Molly gave you a thumbs up and you rolled your eyes. Suz was in love with Sean. She had said that to you. She was going to visit him in Scotland in the summer and you… What did you have?
When you got back to your friends, they were all waiting at the door to go to the next club and Harry wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you made your way there. He told you about the cities he had visited and about how much you’d like the people he had met and when you reached the club, you took him to the dance floor as soon as you entered.
You danced for a few songs and you kept thinking what if it could actually work? What if you could kiss him right then and there? What if he could grab your bum or kiss your neck or take you home and make love to you? What if you could tell him you loved him?
So you grabbed his hand and placed it on your hip as you pressed your back against his chest. You heard him swallow behind you and you felt your heart beating faster and faster as you hoped he would be okay with that. You deserved it, you deserved him if Suz had Sean and Peter and John, you could have Harry, right? You deserved him so you brought your hand to the side of his neck and brought your face closer to his, pressing a kiss on his cheek as you swayed your hips against his. Left, right, left, right, and his breath was hitting your cheek and his grip on your hips, both hands now, was tighter.
“Y/N…” He whimpered from behind you so you turned around, you looked into his eyes, his pupils dilated making it hard for you to spot the green on his eyes.
And then you leaned in and you kissed the corner of his mouth and that was the closest you had ever been to his lips and you pulled away and he followed, he wanted the real thing, he needed the real thing by the way he was pushing his bulge against you but you looked ahead.
“Can I kiss you?” His voice sent a shiver down your spine.
“I want you to but I don’t want to ruin Suz’s night.”
He pressed kisses on your neck then, because he could do that without it being so obvious and he couldn’t- for the life of him he couldn’t- stay away from you now.
“Then let’s go, bird.” He kissed your neck again. “Let me kiss you at home.”
You squeezed his hand before walking to the door, him following suit, his body still so close to yours. You walked to his place, a little more than ten minutes away and because he had seemed calmed as he walked next to you, not really in a rush, it surprised you the way he pushed you against the wall the moment he closed it, his lips landed on yours with hunger and desperation. You gasped against his mouth and kissed him back with the same passion and you didn’t even recognize yourself as you wished for him to cup your breast. All of a sudden that thought, that had never really crossed your mind, seemed so important, so urgent, and you were dying for him to do just that so you kissed him harder, putting all that frustration on that kissed and he moaned against your mouth, sucking your tongue and diving his in that wet cave.
“God.” He gasped against your mouth.
He had never been so needy, so desperate for anything in his life and he almost felt guilty for the things he wanted to do to you. He had thought about it so many times, when he had seen you in little clothes, when you had done something he considered sexy, when you moaned as you took of your heels, when he saw you with wet hair after a shower.
“You’re so perfect.” He rushed between kisses. “And you taste so good.”
You fought for air as you surprised both of you, grabbing his hand and bringing it to your breast.
“Fuck.”
He squeezed the flesh, he cursed and he was afraid his knees might fail him because he had thought about wrapping his mouth around your nipples and so he had thought about you naked and he had never been this hard in his entire life. He hadn’t seen it coming, when you loosened the knot on the back of your neck and the front of your jumpsuit fell. You couldn’t wait either, you wanted him in a way that made you blushed, especially because he had pulled away from you and he was breathing heavily and he was staring down at your bare chest and maybe it had been too much, maybe you had pushed it.
“Holy shit.” He whispered. “You are actually perfect.”
He didn’t give you enough time to say yes for he was kissing your neck a second after he had said it, his hands cupping your breasts and your waist and you could not wait anymore you could not wait at all and so you pushed your body against his, desperately, almost aggresively as if somebody had said this was the last time you’d be with him.
“Harry” You whispered against his mouth “take me to your room.”
He didn’t even lift his head from your neck and took you to his room, always kissing you as you walked backwards. He wasn’t saying much but then again he couldn’t believe it was actually happening, what he had thought about for years, what he had dreamt about for years. He had touched himself thinking about this, he had constantly reminded himself that you were at home for him to keep going and you had always been that lazy love of his, for the only constant thing in his life was the way he felt about you.
He kept pushing you against all walls on his ways, devouring your lips and your neck and grabbing your flesh, your hips, your waist, your bum… You couldn’t take it anymore and the only thought of him being inside you, stretching your walls that had long been forgotten by yourself- because you were somehow waiting or somehow thinking that maybe, one day, Suz would forget about him and then you could tell him and he would know but the only thought, the only thought of him making you yours, of him entering you, his body connected with yours so you were one in that moment forever silent, something exclusively between you and him…
He lied you on the bed hovering above you and you took off his pants- his shirt had fallen somewhere on the way to his room- and his hard on sprung free, red, wet, swollen and you imagined it must be somewhat painful and your mouth watered- for you had never seen someone so big and so hard and thinking you had done that and that was for you made it watered double so you ran your thumb against his swollen tip as you held it in your hand, hot and hard, and he hissed and clenched his teeth.
You kissed him so his jaw relaxed as you held him on your hand and you caressed the thin skin on his sex as your tongue was running on his bottom lip. He was a groaning, his hands holding his weight over you on the sides of your body as he let you explore him as he had explored you before and with a slow calm unfitting for the desperation in your belly, you kissed down his neck and chest and you seeped down his bed sheets until you were face to face with his arousal and the heat burnt your skin as you ran your tongue down his silk skin making a throaty groan come out of Harry who was trembling by then, still supporting his weight on his hands.
He couldn’t take it anymore, the way you smelled, the way you sounded, the way you looked, the way you touched him because it had never felt like this, so intense, so wanted, so desperate and because it was you and he had never been more certain of anything in his entire life so the same moment you sucked his sex in your mouth, as if you were trying to drink all of him, he pulled out with a plop sound and grabbed you by your elbows pushing you against the bed. For a second you were afraid- you had done something wrong and he hadn’t liked it- but it was the suddennes and the desperation in which his mouth ravished yours as he pushed himself inside you that cleared that slight concern away.
“Fuck, you’re soaked baby.”
He moaned out loud even though he had barely got the tip in and he waited, for you to say something, for you to stop him, for you to make any signal of pain and he would immediately stop, but instead you placed your hands on his butt and pushed him inside you.
“I’m not wearing a condom.” He whispered. “But you were driving me crazy… That mouth of yours.”
“I’m on the pill, H. Get inside, please.” You cupped your face and kissed him as he groaned.
“Just tell me if it hurts yeah?”
“Yeah.”
But you wanted it to sting, you wanted him to thrust into you so rough it made your head spinned for a while and you could tell how hard he was trying to control himself, to go slow because of you but you wanted it to burn your swollen lips and so pressing your hands against his bum, you thrusted your hips forward until you felt him on your stomach and he could barely breathe.
He looked into your eyes and the moment he saw your pupils and how big they were dilated he understood without you having to say and thrusted his hips aggresively against yours so you shut your eyes and frowned as you moaned out loud, arching your back and he wanted to see that again so he pulled all the way out and all the way in again in one swift movement. Your sex grew thicker and thicker the more he thrusted his hips into you and he kept groaning- he wouldn’t last for long, he would embarrassingly come in no time- because you kept moaning and digging your nails on his back and he was fucking you harder than he had never fucked anyone before and it felt so good and so raw and pure, as if he had finally reached that place he had forever been walking towards.
He fell on top of you, sweating, exhausted, and you wrapped your arms around him and massaged his scalp as he pressed lazy kisses on your neck. You didn’t say a word for as long as you kept trying to calm down your erratic breathings and even though it had only been a few minutes since he had been inside you, you already felt it sore and you weren’t sure if you could even move but your worries stopped the moment he looked into your eyes, with the biggest relieved grin you had ever seen on him and his hair was a mess and his eyes were dreamy and glossy and his lips red and swollen. He chuckled and pecked your lips once right before he stood up from the bed and walked inside the bathroom. You heard the shower running.
“Are you coming?” He grinned from the bathroom door and you gave him a look as if saying not moving. He laughed. “Okay, would you please shower with me?”
You smiled.
“I would but I can’t feel my legs.”
M A S T E R L I S T
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Does the other angels and demons ever find out whats going on between them?? And what happens if they do??
I feel like if any demons found out, they wouldn’t give Harry shit for it. Quite the opposite, actually. Praising him and giving him pats on the back and, “Got yourself a tight little celestial being now, don’t you?”
And with angels, Y/N manages to keep it under wraps so that no one finds out but like imagine Niall coming down to check on her so they pretend not to get along but when she goes to make Niall some tea while he waits in her room, Harry casually comes up behind her and grips at her hips, pushing her forward against the kitchen counter and gluing his mouth to her neck, sucking at her pulse nonchalantly as she squirms out of his grasp.
“Stop it!” She hisses, covering the light bruise on her throat with annoyed concern. “What if he sees?!”
Harry shrugs his shoulders leisurely, having too much fun with the rise he’s getting, and reaches forward, taking a sip from the mug meant for Niall. He puts it back into her hands, licking across his flushed lips as the corners twitch upwards with smug amusement.
“Then he could join, if he’d like.”
may be the last teaser hand in hand with this and this. stay tuned.
“Sit with me a mo’,” Harry invites. Splays his legs in overture.
There’s an episode of the Handmaid’s Tale on the television. It’s one they watched last weekend. Probably for a reason.
“Like, between?” she chews on her bottom lip. He trails a palm over a jean clad thigh.
“No,” his legs clasp together like an afterthought, “Take your sweats off. Panties, too.”
Y/N blinks, a pink flush spilling over her cheeks. Dips her fingertips below her waist band.
“Keep your shirt on,” Harry adds, almost absent-mindedly. His eyes stay on the TV as she shimmies out of the attire in bemusement. He pats his lap, “Now sit. Put your legs on either side of mine.”
She edges toward him, reaching behind as she situates. Steadies herself with a grasp on the back of the couch. Outside, there’s siren that wails, loud in the silence. He broadens his legs, forcing hers apart. And Y/N holds stifles a gasp when his palms come up to fondle her breasts.
“What are you doing?”
“Quiet now. Daddy’s watching,” Harry scolds before he fingers the hem of her tee and flips it up to expose to chest. Tugs at her nipples.
“Fuck,” Y/N hums, a heat rushing to her pussy. She squeals when a harsh pinch is delivered.
“Did I not tell you to be quiet? Do I have to gag you?”
She can vaguely hear Serena Joy screaming something at Offred through the speaker.
“Sorry,” she hisses, hips shifting when he rolls the little pebbles between his fingertips, “Do it…harder.”
She can make out the smug twitch of his lips in her peripherals before the caress becomes more earnest, nails denting crescents into her flesh.
“Touch me, please,” she begs. There’s something about having herself so exposed to the air, spread open by him. Christ. It’s as if her lower body’s been dipped into a sex cauldron.
“I am touching you,” he huffs in mirth. Presses his lips against her neck.
“No, touch my…”
“I think I’ll play with your nipples for an episode,” He ruminates aloud, “Then, maybe I’ll pull the recliner out. have you straddle my lap so your little pussy’s in front of me. Just spread it open with my fingers. Take a look to make sure everything’s okay down there.”
She can practically hear the teasing leer at the latter statement, “My little girl’s been so horny lately. Wanna make sure nothing’s off.”
She lets out a high whine that results in the nails digging harder. Incessantly squeezing. Unforgiving and insatiable. The pressure’s like a chase, and she’s riding the edge for it.
“Please. Do it to my…my clit.”
“Your clit? Maybe next episode. Maybe then I’ll pinch your clit a little, or run my thumb over it real light when a commercial comes on,” Harry describes, hushed, mouthing at the shell of her ear hotly, “Do that ‘til you’re begging me to go just a little longer, just a little faster, just enough for you to cum. I’ll say no. Slow down even more. Or maybe I’ll just keep playing with your nipples next episode, too.”
The illustration of his plans leave her breathless.
“What do you think? Maybe I’ll alternate, focus on your nipples during the next episode and give you featherlight touches during commercials. Your nipples would get so sore. How many minutes is that?” There’s a pause, Offred shouts something back. He pinches harder. “An hour and a half, at least. This one’s just started. You’d be begging to cum and for me to stop playing with them. Or maybe my dirty little girl would get off on the pain. You’d want me to push you to the brink of tears before you cum all over my hand.”
She cranes her neck back, paints the back of her eyelids with fireworks of rapture. Smothers a moan with her lips. One hand stops, slinks around to cup her face in hungry aggression.
“But maybe you won’t get to cum at all. Just sit there with your tight, little pussy out, crying for me to let you,” he whispers, scarily calculated. Grips tightly over her jaw, “Or maybe you’ll cum, and then I’ll flip you over and eat you out, focus on your clit right where it’ll hurt until you cum again. You’ll be so sensitive, probably try to push me away. But I’ll keep going, hold your hands down until you finish. And then again, from my cock stretching you open.”
Masterlist
Imagines
The one where Harry’s in love with you but you’re clueless and dating someone else Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
The one where you just wanted a fling but Harry wanted to take it slow Part 1 Part 2
The one where you need comfort and Harry just loves you
College Harry Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
I love you too & I love you too II
Best friend’s brother Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
From The Dinning Table Part 1 Part 2
Moving in Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 +1 Part 13 +1
Stop at Abbey Road
Frat boy Harry smut
Haze
Bad Kisser
Flirt
The Girl, the Miss, the Mrs Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Ohana Part 1 Part 2
Lawyer Harry Part 1 Part 2
Doctor Harry
Principio
Principio II
Grito por dentro
Dulce introducción al caos
Golfa
Cerca del suelo
Hoy te la meto hasta las orejas
Primer movimiento: El sueño
Rojitas las orejas
Corto
El sitio de mi recreo
So Payaso
El Pájaro Azul
Salir
Moody Blue
La vereda de la puerta de atrás
Segundo movimiento: Lo de fuera
Pequeño rocanrol endémico
Yo me quedo contigo aquí
Buscando una Luna
Si te vas
Ocean Eyes
Locura Transitoria
Un suspiro acompasado
Pierdo verticalidad
Cuando no me ves
Sweet Creature
Tercer movimiento: Lo de dentro
Cuarto movimiento: La realidad
T la sudo
Spanish Eyes
The End Of The Road
Doctor Harry blurbs:
Single:
A hard day’s night
Parents:
Bad mom
First belly
Scared
Prompts
Prompt List
Prompts 1&18 #I can’t stand your silence #Give me a chance
Prompt 2 I thought we were family
Prompt 5 Just because I’m mad doesn’t mean I don’t love you
Prompts 6&19 Let me look at you & Just don’t shut me out, okay?
Prompts 15&33 You have no idea what you do to me & God you make me mad
Prompt 24 We’d make such cute babies
Prompt 27 I would but I can’t feel my legs
between lightning and thunder|harry styles.
summary: he’s your best friend’s boyfriend, you have feelings for him, you know the drill.
“In thunderstorms, you count the seconds in between the lightning and thunder, the more you counted the furthest the lightning had struck. 5 seconds equals 1 mile. In matters of the heart, and considering this situation. The more you counted, the closer you were.”
word count: 7k
pairing: Harry Styles x reader
warnings: alcohol mention, a bit sad, Little Prince, some songs.
PART TWO: thunderstorms and shooting stars PART THREE: stars and fate
So, here’s my first official Harry Styles one shot (kind of two-part one shot), thanks to @peachybloomss and @laurieteddy for helping me out with beta reading. Yes, there will be part two if you guys want it. I’ll see if you like it, please send feedback, reblog, be kind.
The rain pattered against the asphalt, now bright and dense, reflecting the tinkling lantern that barely gave an excuse of light to the street. There you were, in that corner, shading the sidewalk with those sneakers that used to be white. You were getting wet, that was an understatement, you knew you would have a cold the very next day. You clutched your dark blue umbrella as you waited for a miracle.
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between lightning and thunder|harry styles.
summary: he’s your best friend’s boyfriend, you have feelings for him, you know the drill.
“In thunderstorms, you count the seconds in between the lightning and thunder, the more you counted the furthest the lightning had struck. 5 seconds equals 1 mile. In matters of the heart, and considering this situation. The more you counted, the closer you were.”
word count: 7k
pairing: Harry Styles x reader
warnings: alcohol mention, a bit sad, Little Prince, some songs.
PART TWO: thunderstorms and shooting stars PART THREE: stars and fate
So, here’s my first official Harry Styles one shot (kind of two-part one shot), thanks to @peachybloomss and @laurieteddy for helping me out with beta reading. Yes, there will be part two if you guys want it. I’ll see if you like it, please send feedback, reblog, be kind.
The rain pattered against the asphalt, now bright and dense, reflecting the tinkling lantern that barely gave an excuse of light to the street. There you were, in that corner, shading the sidewalk with those sneakers that used to be white. You were getting wet, that was an understatement, you knew you would have a cold the very next day. You clutched your dark blue umbrella as you waited for a miracle.
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can u guys write something about p*ssy spitting? 🥺🥺🥺
I’ll do a little drabble!
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She couldn’t describe how much she loved it. Or why. But she did.
Perhaps it was the look in his eyes before he did it. The dark, lusty, mischievous look that took over him as he had his lips attached to her clit. He suckled, finding a pace and strength she liked and watched her chest heave as the pleasure soaked her. He lifts his head, keeping direct eye as he purses those beautiful, swollen pink lips and the stream of spit leaves them, dripping slowly on to her puffy, well used cunt. He would look right at her cunt after it landed, watching that bit of his spit as it dribbled from clit down to her asshole- or he would dive back in and spread it around with his tongue. Revel in the soaked pussy surrounding his face.
Sometimes it was different. When he was particularly rough, pounding into her cunt, he would pull out and spit thickly over her pussy. Taking the tip of his cunt soaked cock, he would give her clit a few taps or slaps, rubbing it in before slamming back in. The man loves messy sex, and the added spit only made the slide better.
It was a bit of an ownership thing too.
“Who’s fucking pussy is this? Hm?” Is often growled out before he spits on her. Finding that sick satisfaction that Y/N knows that it’s his pussy. It’s his to fuck, to lick, to spit all over. Knows that he’s the only one allowed to do it and the only one able to make her feel so good from such a dirty action.
Harry’s a dirty fuck. He knows that, she knows that and there’s no denying it. They both love it though.
Favorite Random Harry Styles Smut Links
WARNINGS: smut, mostly submissive Harry
Good morning - Harry Styles
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medicine*
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VOGUE Shoot
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Can you imagine harry getting a bj for the first time 😱 he would be super whiny and hopelessly desperate, bless
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after-after party
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i know you usually only write for cody but imagine giving harry a handjob and forcing him to look at his reflection in the mirror. so he’s on his knees facing the mirror and you’re behind him stroking him 👻
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Okay I need a full version of night swimming with Harry and you giving him a handjob.
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Dirty BBQ - Harry Styles
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neverland I*
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Wanna Be Yours
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Baby You’ve Got Me Tied Down
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makin harry come & he’s not allowed to touch himself
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My Little Mess
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The Pact
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Please please some Harry being edged!!!
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Date Night
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My Princess
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Just imagine sub!harry, alright? Laying on the bed on his back and shirtless, his arms stiff at his sides because you told him not to move. You slowly unbutton his jeans, tutting at him about how he had been misbehaving during the dinner party that night.
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Imagine overstimulating Harry. Like you've already made him cum but you continue riding him and he whimpers from the combined pain and pleasure.
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Golden
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needy harry 💕 (smut)
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Sunday Smut Concept #23
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my stress reliever
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Twelve Hours in Miami // h.s. - Part 2
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Jasmine
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Best friend y/n taking pictures of H in a field of sunflowers 🧐😇
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I know your requests are closed but GOSH it would be so hot for the roles to be reversed in 'Not Fake' where Harry 1. Never had an orgasm, 2. Was never able to get off from a previous hookup/partner 3. Hadn't had an orgasm in a REALLy long time so when things get /steamy/ he's v sensitive and swollen and so whiny to be touched......Ok I need to go and lie down or go outside bc I shouldn't be thinking of these things!
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Issues [h.s]
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Harry being a complete sub,while y/n riding Him and praising him till he cums really hard and whining when she cleans him up cause he's still so sensitive
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hard candy
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Want Some Help?
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Champagne Mixed with a Bit of Adrenaline [h.s.]
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I'm sorry but I can only imagine how cute harry is when he's horny :(( he's all whimpering, lying on his bed, wearing only a white shirt while he's pumping himself. I can picture him wearing his rings too, and biting into a cloth to keep himself quiet while blushing. HHHHHHH
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He Masturbates To You * 14+
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For When You’re Missing Me.
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Sub harry who is just discovering his kinks and your fucking him one day and put your hand on his neck and he says tighter in a breathy little whimper and so you do and that's how he finds out he likes getting choked
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Phone Lovin’. // Dirty Harry Styles Blurb
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A Special Valentine
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His First. (A Dirty Harry Styles One Shot)
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The Fishnets
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I can't get the thought out of my head of Harry waking up hard and grinding on the bed to get himself off until he cums. Or humping a pillow until he cums.
.....just think he's also probably done that at some point or another.
Shit, I am feral omfg.
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anything with nipples clamp PERIODT
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cum swapping w harry !: after sucking him off you spit his cum into his mouth so he can realize how good he tastes 😌
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Excessive (Harry Mini Oneshot)
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Little Spoon
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then again sometimes i get really sweet (harry styles imagine)
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I Don’t Care (I Love You)
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Sheep between the sheets CEO! Harry
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The One About Harry’s Moans
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Daddy
Warning(s):sub!harry, a little degrading, daddy kink (a little different from the usual one)
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Oh, Anna!
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I know you said neither h or the missus used the safe word ever but can you imagine if H did. All the stories about that it’s always the missus but what if harry gets too overwhelmed and uses it and the missus feels bad
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Welcome Home
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Cuddling with harry and u slip ur hands down his joggers just to feel his dick and he’s like .... Nah that’s not on tbh and ur like I JUST LIKE FEELING IT IN MY HAND
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Grind. (A Harry Styles Blurb)
Grind. PT 2 (A Harry Styles Blurb)
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In which you’re way too good at riding harry.
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LINE GOES DEAD
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Playing with harry's nipples and figuring out that they're really sensitive
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Own Me
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I feel like Harry would Nut™ if he undid his trousers, pulled them down, and you just went "Wow." LIKE THAT BOY IS BIG™ AND THICK™ AND I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME™ AND TEASE ME WITH HOW BIG HE IS™
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Marks
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HS Subby Husband Harry Concepts
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I JUST 🗣WANNA🗣TALK🗣ABOUT HARRY BEING INTO SPANKING🗣 but aye plot twist HE LIKES BEING SPANKED BC HE'S BEEN A BAD BOY™ and he's all breathless and rutting against your thigh as you leave red handprints on his ass plEASE TELL ME I AINT ALONE IN THIS
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Good Morning.
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waking up to harry moaning and grinding his hips into the bed and taking care of him
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pls do one with 13, 14, 23. maybe y/n and harry are friends, but they both feel a little more for each other and one night they kiss for the first time and/or sleep together. <3
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E10 w subharry
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Maybe figuring out h has a pain kink and he asks the reader to spank him
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h dry humping the reader until he cums
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BUT LIKE BEST FRIEND HARRY WHO TEACHES YOU TO BE SEXUAL BICKCJD
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no bc alienrry being h word for the first time 😭😭😭😭 he would be like MY STOMACH IT BURNS WHAT IS HAPPENING AM I DYING
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Harry grinding on the readers thigh. I always see the reader grinding on his thigh, but this sounds so hot
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In which Harry gets hard at the most unconvenient moment
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The Dry Humpty Dumpty
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BLURBS MASTERPOST
hello! this the official blurb masterpost for jarofstyles
note: this post will be updated with every new addition
feel free to send in requests here
here is what has been requested
anything that isn’t listed here can be found on the writing tag
[*] for smut
BLURBS FROM SERIES
dirty business halloween
dirty business social media post
breeding trip oh baby baby*
level up harry’s birthday*
level up Y/N birthday
protective mate bite wolfrry
soft wolfrry
cowboy!harry pickup truck sex*
JUST SMUT
messy throat fucking *
subbrry orgasm
*dom!harry knowing someone can hear*
cock worship*
spanking with harry’s rings on*
best friend pining angst*
thigh riding*
dom!harry talking dirty at dinner with their friends*
pussy spitting*
face slapping*
subrry sucking strap*
mean dom!harry*
mean dom!harry professor!harry*
“that’s my spot”*
mean daddy!harry size kink*
boxrry after match*
cheating with Y/N*
ex lovers kiss*
cock warming*
dilfrry age gap
[part two]*
FFM threesome* [angst warning]
“I want everyone to know that you’re mine.”
H can’t keep his hands out of Y/N’s panties
JUST FLUFF
super clingy H
taking care of Y/N after a bad day
hades!harry trying to make persephone!Y/N a flower crown
after care
waiting for gang!harry to come home
italy harry
mafia/gang harry being protective
Y/N cleaning up college!Harry after a fight
Harry sitting in Y/N’s lap
Prince!Harry x POC princess
“I don’t want to see you with him again.”
BLURB SERIES
CEORRY- part 1 2 3 4
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all stories are subject to continue based on popular demand
hope you enjoy! love, n + d
Masterlist
* contains mature content
Hide and Seek Series*
Here Comes Trouble (#1) Here Goes Nothing (#2)
I Put a Spell on You (#3) In the Past (#4)
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas (#5)
Hazed & Confused (#6) Headlines & Bylines (#7)
More Than You (#8) And Baby Makes Three (#9)
Blame It On Me (#10) Sugar, We’re Going Down (#11)
Living With Ghosts (#12)
(Yes, I will be finishing this story but for now it has been put on the back burner while I focus on school)
One Shots
Thinking Out Loud - For the love of fluff
Say My Name* Four years later and I still feel it
Dance For You* - Let me show you how much I love you
Dirty Little Secret* - Sometimes all you need is a supply closet
Merry Christmas, Darling* - All wrapped up under the tree
All That Ruckus* - You fuck in it, you buy it
Naked* - But if you’ll just take off your mask
If You Can’t Stand the Heat* - You can’t keep your hands off me, can you?
It Was Only a Kiss - How did we end up like this?
Little Spoon* - Just you and me, between the sheets
Impulses* - I just really want to touch you
Mini-shots (< 2000 words)
A Night in Paris*
Roll Up the Partition, Please*
I Think I Wanna Marry You*
I’m Not the Only One, A Case of You
I’m Not Drunk
First Time*
Keep Quiet*
I’m Pregnant, Baby’s Here, Daddy’s Here
Thank God for Technology*
Breathless*
Morning Routine, Squeaky Clean*
Blurbs
It’s Not a Flower*
I’ll Be Home for Christmas/Surprise
Kiss Me at Midnight
Poor Thing
masterlist.
by honeytryst.
a work in progress. please do not repost my work on any platforms without my permission. thank you so much for reading!
* = mature content
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RANDOM
harry as tags on my posts that have made me chuckle
one direction as greek gods/goddesses
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TAGS
pictures and videos of my harry concert
writings that I recommend you read
what I wish harry would wear
things that make me happy
a little info about me
answered asks
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SERIES
sunflower. | surprise; | savior;
where harry meets an endearing fan who has resilience for her not-so-uncommon situation. (pregnant!y/n)
wild card. | wild flare.
where an innocent game of UNO with tequila and a twist makes harry and y/n’s night go wrong. (best friend!harry)
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ONE-SHOTS
winter flakes.
where the holiday season brings upon a terrible first impression.
permanent lovers.
where two lovers are bound by the ink of the strange universe.
edge of the universe.
where y/n is younger, and harry fears that he will ruin her youth.
past lovers.
where 18-year old harry tries to get y/n to get back together with him (film student!harry)
xx.
where harry hides his true feelings behind a thoughtful birthday card.
fame.
where harry knows the industry more than y/n does. (singer!y/n)
missing piece.
where harry is in search of a muse and is running out of time. (dancer!y/n)
feline.
where y/n isn’t very fond of harry’s surprise.
don’t feel bad.
where y/n is 7 months pregnant and knows her husband all too well. (dad!harry)
miss you.
where y/n loses harry’s rose ring.
housewarming gift.*
where harry gives y/n a housewarming gift. (best friend!harry)
night terrors.
where harry’s daughter experiences night terrors for the first time. (dad!harry)
soft skin.
where y/n feels insecure about her skin and wishes it was soft.
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SHORTER STORIES
y/n cuts her hair very short and harry comforts her
y/n breaks her ankle
harry is ill and y/n comes down with something
y/n worries that harry feels under pressure
chasm convinces model!y/n to get back together with harry
gift wrapping … and harry saves xmas
𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏
(𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩)
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updated: 4/21/2021
✰ = smut
☂ = angst
(if there’s nothing next to it, then it’s fluff)
take a look at my fic recs!
here are all my playlists!
24 hour bookstore→part one, part two✰: you meet harry one night while he’s in nyc and then he asks you on a date and things get…dirty
quarantine confessions: harry’s in la and you’re in nyc and he stops calling and you wonder if your kiss screwed everything up
the quarantine couch✰: you’re staying with your parents during quarantine and you have…needs
a trim: harry really needs a haircut
fuck ‘em only we know (light smut): based off of Bank’s song
boardwalk (summer feeling challenge): you and harry have a fun night on the boardwalk in ocean city, md
wallowing: after another one of your relationships end, you pour a large glass of wine and decide it’s time for some wallowing while fine line blasts throughout your apartment and your best friend comes to comfort you
wallowing part two (wip): you and harry have been seeing one another but nothing’s official; you two go out one night and he fucks up so you go home to wallow in your feelings—again.
ungodly hour→ part one, part two✰: request based off of chloe x halle’s song
26 ☂, part two✰: request based off Gracie Abrams’s song 21
fine line✰:harry plays you fine line for the first time and some things come out
tis the damn season: ✰ based on miss swifts iconic tune
green eyes☂: based on the song green eyes by Joseph, or harry wants to take a break
faking it: (light smut) you fake an orgasm and harry knows
october✰☂: september was filled with heartbreak, but october is offering you better things
house hunting: you and harry are looking for a house in italy
needy✰: you just really need dick
playlist fic challenge masterlist
SOMEBODY ELSE: you and harry are friends who start an arrangement…and then that arrangement ends and you’re left with impossible feelings as you watch him move on.*COMPLETED*
MASTERLIST
EARLY MORNING GLORY (Extended Fic; chaptered): a slow burn, friends to lovers, harry au where he’s just starting out and it takes place in NYC.*ONGOING*
MASTERLIST
IN MY FEELINGS: you and harry hate each other, but that doesn’t stop you from hooking up *COMPLETED*
MASTERLIST
CRUEL SUMMER: a secret relationship in the south of france that breeds nothing but hurt *COMING SOON*
MASTERLIST
hi I just wanna say thank u for what u do ur amazing!!! can u pls recommended more angst I wanna get hurt tonight 😩 thank u so much!!
aahh thank you!! i havent read angst in a long time but here are some fics that made me sob
anything by @hes-writer, @harry-writings, @meet-me-in-the-kitchen, @chillmichelle, @hes-words, @hestylesno, @writers-hes, @heyyyharry, @scriptedangel, @harryimaginedstories, @trustfulhaz!!
@stylesmessiah- wilted
@inyourhaven- whos your daddy? part 2
@sunfleurry- one sweet day
@alltheloveflowerh- lets hurt tonight
@harrystylescherry- green eyes
@gucciharrywritings- dont you love me? part 2
@slvtbible- i never asked you to love me
@wroteasongabouther- darker days (before brighter ones)
@pinkliquorstyles- drunk voicemails and confessions
@lightskinrry- no wedding for the bad boys
Bust (sculptor!harry) Masterlist
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.