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cinemastyles-blog · 1 year

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Summary: This was a request by: moonlixhtbae17 on Wattpad - "can u write one where y/n is really insecure and she's really upset about it and h makes her feel better and feel so loved i think that would be cute"

Warnings: soft and sensual smut18+, insecurities, rude/mean comments, some strong language, oral, fingering, unprotected sex, fluff

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

"Have a good meeting, Harry." I smile and tuck a curl under his bandana. He smiles and leans in to kiss me, "I'll try." He leans back, "You good?"

I nod, "I'm great."

He raise an eyebrow, "y/n." He cups my cheeks, "If anything is bothering you.. you can tell me."

Something is bothering. Something he can't really help. Something that comes with being Harry Styles' girlfriend.

"I'm okay." I smile and lean up to kiss him, "I'll see you after your meeting, okay?" He nods and kisses my forehead, "It shouldn't be long at all. We just have to go over the set list and stuff for the show in a few days." He grabs his keys and turns around once he reaches the door, "You sure you're good? I can't stay ho-"

I cut him off, "I promise. I'm okay. Really." I smile and tilt my head, "Now go before I call Niall to come get you."

He laughs and shakes his head, "I love you."

"I love you." I blow him a kiss before he shuts the door and I let out a loud sigh, almost like I was holding my breathe.

I run a hand through my hair and close my eyes, "No. No. No." I anxiously pick at my fingers and pace back and fourth.

The hate. The hate. The hate.

It's all I see half the time and it makes me sick to my stomach, I don't want to be hated. I don't want Harry being hated for being with me.

The last few days, I've been in my head. Insecure.

I keep reminding myself that I'm the one with Harry. He loves me or else he wouldn't be with me.

I hate talking to him about it because it feels so repetitive I don't want to annoy him and have him get fed up with it.

It scares me, my own insecurities scare me and I'm caught in this.. this mental war zone with myself and every single hate comment that gets burnt into my memory.

I walk over to the couch, grabbing the big blanket Harry got me for Christmas this past year and wrap it around me. I click the tv on and skip through the channels, eying my phone as the thought to look crosses my mind.

I hurt myself by doing it, I know, but I can't help but to read what they're saying.

If they're saying anything about Harry.

I put on a random show and toss the remote down, grabbing my phone. I throw myself back into the blanket and pull up twitter.

I can't believe he's with someone like her. I mean, i haven't even heard of her, she's a nobody, one person tweeted.

I think she's very pretty and not everyone you obsess about has to date someone with a size zero waist, another person comments, actually coming to my defense.

I scroll and scroll, finding more hate than love.

I close twitter and go to Instagram, same thing.

I throw my phone down and wrap the blanket around me, tears silently falling down my cheeks.

My phone dings and I look, it's a text from Harry,

I'll be home soon, baby. We're about done here.

I smile slightly and send back the smile and kissy face emojis.

I set my phone down, defeating the urge to keep looking. I try to focus and watch the show that I put on but as soon as I let out a sigh to try and calm down, it's over.

I sit up, trying to catch my breathe. I put my head in my hands and just sob.

I let it all out.

Harry's been home the last couple days so I had to keep it together, pretend like everything is okay.

I grab the blanket and lay it over my mouth, staring at the floor and sniffling.

I hear a car door shut and I quickly get up and run to the downstairs bathroom, wiping my tears and snot away as I go.

"Baby?" Harry yells as he shuts the door, "Y/N?"

I splash cold water on my face and shake my head in defeat, laughing at my self before I start to cry again.

There's a faint knock on the door, "Y/N? You in there?"

I hold my breathe, trying to calm the shakiness in my voice but I cant, "Y-Yeah."

"Can I come in?" He asks, waiting for my answer.

"Yeah." I wipe my face and turn away as the door slowly opens.

"Hey." He whispers walking over to me, pulling me and holding me against his chest. His arms wrap around my body and his cheek rests on the top of my head.

I start to cry again and I grab his white shirt, that probably now has mascara on it, balling it up in my hands.

"Shh. Shh." He strokes my hair and sways me back and fourth with him, "It's okay." He assures me, "You're okay."

After a few moments I lean back, "I'm sorry." I wipe my cheek with my wrist, "I-I'm so-" I start to sniffle again and I close my eyes as I place my hands over my face.

"Y/N.." he takes me into his arms again, spinning around to he can sit on the edge of the tub, "Hey." He pulls me down and sits me on his lap, "Talk to me, please. What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

"Why are you with me?" I mumble against his chest.

"What?" Harry asks kinda shocked by my question.

I let out a sigh and sit up, "Why are you with me?" I look up at him and his eyes scan over my face. He smiles slightly and cups my cheeks with his hands, "Because I love you."

"But I'm a nobody."

His brows furrow and he tilts his head, "Who the hell said that?"

I shrug and raise my hand, moving it around, "All your fans. The people that adore you."

He rolls his eyes and makes me look at him, "Yeah, I love the fans, but that doesn't even come close to the love I have for you." I he pulls me closer to him, "I mean that y/n."

I nod and wipe under my eyes, "Im sorry. I just.. these lasts few days.. I just.."

He brushes hair from my face and nods, "I know. I know. Trust me, I wish I would do something about it, but people are always going to have an opinion. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because they're not you."

I smile and look down, "Oh. Sorry, Harry."

He looks down and pulls his shirt down, inspecting the black streaks of mascara on his white shirt. He shrugs, "I can get a new one. I'm more worried about you, not a stupid t shirt."

I smile slightly and he taps my leg to stand up. He walks over to the drawer and pulls a makeup wipe from the pack, "Come over here. Let me get you fixed up."

I walks over and look in the mirror, my face falls slightly as I see how red and puffy my face is.

Harry turns my head toward him, "Look at me." My eyes stay on him as he gently wipes my face.

"Still so beautiful." He smiles and kisses my head, "and amazing." He kisses my lips, "And my favorite person in the entire world." He kisses me again and I smile, "Keep talking."

"You, my love, are by far the best thing that's ever happened to me." I wrap my arms around his neck, "as are you to me." He smiles and kisses me again.

We slowly turn it into a make out session. He lifts me up and sets me on top of the sink, "Everything.. about you.. fascinates me." He says in between kisses.

"Yeah?"

He nods and kisses back my jaw, "You're so caring." I moan quietly as he kisses a spot and sucks lightly, "You're super sexy.. and smart." He plays with the hem of my shirt before slipping his hands under.

"You're body is perfect in every. Single. Way." His fingers pinch at my nipples, "So perfect."

He leans in and kisses me, "These lips. I could kiss them all day everyday." I smile and bite my lip.

"The way you walk and talk.. Mm." He moans slightly, "I'd let you walk away from me just so I can see that butt of yours."

I laugh slightly, "Harry."

"But I'll chase you. Always." He slides his hands down my sides and pulls my hips towards him, "I could listen to you talk and laugh about anything."

I smile and shake my head, "I love you."

He kisses me and pulls my body against his, wrapping his arms right around me, "I love you." He says against my lips, "So, so, so much." He leans back, "Please don't ever forget that."

I shake my head, "I won't."

"You just need to take a breather.." he lifts me up, "Forget about the world for a little while." He takes me upstairs and into our bedroom. He lays me down on the bed and brushes hair off my forehead, "I know the perfect way to help you. Would it be okay if I showed you?"

I nod with a smile and he smiles, "Okay." He lifts my shirt up and kisses down my stomach. He slips his fingers into the band of my sweats and gently pulls them down. I lift my hips to help him get them off.

His slowly slide his hands up from my ankles and gently lays them on my thighs, "Just lay back and let me know if this helps, yeah?"

I bite my lip and nod.

He leans in and slowly locks up and down my pussy. His tongue slides between my folds and I moan at his touch.

"Harry." I moan arching my back, "Yes." He sucks on my clit for a little while, his eyes locking on mine. My mouth falls open and my eyes roll back as he slips two fingers into me.

He slowly works them in and out, curling them up each time he enters.

I lay my head back, my hands going to his hair.

"Harry!" I pant, "So.. good." I let out a loud moan, moving my hips.

His lips stay attached to my clit, his fingers keep moving in and out slowly. I bite my lip and spread my legs slightly.

He takes his fingers out and slips his hands under my hips, holding me as his thumbs stroke my skin.

His tongue slips in and out of me and I moan, “Baby.”

He continues for a little bit longer and then he pulls away, smiling up at me. He licks his lips and stands up, “You feel better baby?”

I nod and shrug, “Yes and no.”

“Yes and no?” He chuckles, “What more do you want?”

I motion for him to come over to me and I reach out and grab his belt, “I need you right now.” He nods and slips his shirt off, his bandana holding perfect in his hair.

I smile and watch as he gets undressed.

“What?” He asks slowly positioning his body over mine. I shake my head and lay a hand on his cheek, “I just really appreciate you.”

He kisses me and slides his hand down my body to position himself at my entrance, “Anything to help you baby.”

His head falls onto my shoulder and he grips my leg as he slides in, “You feel so so good.” He moans, “So so good.”

I lay my leg over his back and wrap my arm around his neck. He slides his hand overtop of mine that lays on the mattress above my head and interlocks our fingers, “I love doing this with you.” He whispers as he starts to thrust.

I moan quietly into Harry’s ear and I can feel him smile against my shoulder, “You’re so good to me.” I whisper kissing his neck, “I love you.” I whimper as he pushes himself deep inside of me.

He looks at me and rests his forehead against mine, squeezing my hand gently, “I love you, y/n.” He picks up thrusting again, “So, so much.”

His fingertips press into my thigh, “You know why people are jealous of you?”

“Why, Harry?” I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.

“Because not only do you get to do this with me every single day..” he moans against my lips as he kisses me, “I’m going to make you my wife some day.”

I smile and squeeze his hand, “Please.”

He kisses me, our lips move in sync as I pull myself closer to him, “I’m close, baby.” I whimper arching my back.

He nods and kisses down my neck, “I love being able to make you feel so good, y/n.”

“You’re absolutely perfect to me.” He moans and he pulls my thigh, “for me. Everything.”

His words he’ll push me off the edge into orgasm. I moan and whimper as he continues to thrust, “Fuck.” He gasps before quickly pulling out.

I lay there breathing heavy and watch his face twitch with pleasure as he reaches his point, “Shit.”

He leans down and kisses me a few times, “No one can ever replace you. You’re mine and I’m yours. Don’t let what others say get to you. Like I said, it’s because you got me and no one else does.” He rests his forehead on mine, “I’m not going anywhere.”

I nod and take a deep breathe as Harry goes and grabs a towel. He walks back in and cleans me up, “”Now. Movies and Pizza?”

I nod and point, “But only if we get to watch-“

“Already on the list.” He tosses me one of his shirts and slips on a pair of sweats, “Let’s go camp out on the couch for the rest of the day.”

I get up and slip on a pair of shorts before running over to Harry. He takes my hand in his and leads me to the couch.

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cinemastyles-backup · 8 months

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Summary: a request by moonlixhtbae17 on Wattpad- "can u write one where y/n is really insecure and she's really upset about it and h makes her feel better and feel so loved i think that would be cute"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, some hateful comments, unprotected sex, biting, oral (f rec), fingering, mainly fluffy filth, love making really

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

"Have a good meeting, Harry." I smile and tuck a curl under his bandana. He smiles and leans in to kiss me, "I'll try." He leans back, "You good?"

I nod, "I'm great."

He raise an eyebrow, "y/n." He cups my cheeks, "If anything is bothering you.. you can tell me."

Something is bothering. Something he can't really help. Something that comes with being Harry Styles' girlfriend.

He grabs his keys and turns around once he reaches the door, "You sure you're good? I can't stay ho-"

I cut him off, "I promise. I'm okay. Really." I smile and tilt my head, "Now go before I call Niall to come get you."

He laughs and shakes his head, "I love you."

"I love you." I blow him a kiss before he shuts the door and I let out a loud sigh, almost like I was holding my breath.

I run a hand through my hair and close my eyes, "No. No. No." I anxiously pick at my fingers and pace back and fourth.

The hate. The hate. The hate.

It's all I see half the time and it makes me sick to my stomach, I don't want to be hated. I don't want Harry being hated for being with me.

The last few days, I've been in my head. Insecure.

I keep reminding myself that I'm the one with Harry. He loves me or else he wouldn't be with me.

I hate talking to him about it because it feels so repetitive I don't want to annoy him and have him get fed up with it.

It scares me, my own insecurities scare me and I'm caught in this.. this mental war zone with myself and every single hate comment that gets burnt into my memory.

I walk over to the couch, grabbing the big blanket Harry got me for Christmas this past year and wrap it around me. I click the tv on and skip through the channels, eyeing my phone as the thought to look crosses my mind.

I hurt myself by doing it, I know, but I can't help but to read what they're saying.

If they're saying anything about Harry.

I put on a random show and toss the remote down, grabbing my phone. I throw myself back into the blanket and pull up twitter.

I can't believe he's with someone like her. I mean, i haven't even heard of her, she's a nobody, one person tweeted.

I think she's very pretty and not everyone you obsess about has to date someone with a size zero waist, another person comments, actually coming to my defense.

I scroll and scroll, finding more hate than love.

I close twitter and go to Instagram, same thing.

I throw my phone down and wrap the blanket around me, tears silently falling down my cheeks.

My phone dings and I look, it's a text from Harry,

I'll be home soon, baby. We're about done here.

I smile slightly and send back the smile and kissy face emojis.

I set my phone down, defeating the urge to keep looking. I try to focus and watch the show that I put on but as soon as I let out a sigh to try and calm down, it's over.

I sit up, trying to catch my breathe. I put my head in my hands and just sob.

I let it all out.

Harry's been home the last couple days so I had to keep it together, pretend like everything is okay.

I grab the blanket and lay it over my mouth, staring at the floor and sniffling.

I hear a car door shut and I quickly get up and run to the downstairs bathroom, wiping my tears and snot away as I go.

"Baby?" Harry yells as he shuts the door, "Y/N?"

I splash cold water on my face and shake my head in defeat, laughing at my self before I start to cry again.

There's a faint knock on the door, "Y/N? You in there?"

I hold my breathe, trying to calm the shakiness in my voice but I cant, "Y-Yeah."

"Can I come in?" He asks, waiting for my answer.

"Yeah." I wipe my face and turn away as the door slowly opens.

"Hey." He whispers walking over to me, pulling me and holding me against his chest. His arms wrap around my body and his cheek rests on the top of my head.

I start to cry again and I grab his white shirt, that probably now has mascara on it, balling it up in my hands.

"Shh. Shh." He strokes my hair and sways me back and fourth with him, "It's okay." He assures me, "You're okay."

After a few moments I lean back, "I'm sorry." I wipe my cheek with my wrist, "I-I'm so-" I start to sniffle again and I close my eyes as I place my hands over my face.

"Why are you with me?" I mumble against his chest.

"What?" Harry asks kinda shocked by my question.

I let out a sigh and sit up, "Why are you with me?" I look up at him and his eyes scan over my face. He smiles slightly and cups my cheeks with his hands, "Because I love you."

"But I'm a nobody."

His brows furrow and he tilts his head, "Who the hell said that?"

I shrug and raise my hand, moving it around, "All your fans. The people that adore you."

He rolls his eyes and makes me look at him, "Yeah, I love the fans, but that doesn't even come close to the love I have for you." I he pulls me closer to him, "I mean that y/n."

I nod and wipe under my eyes, "Im sorry. I just.. these lasts few days.. I just.."

He brushes hair from my face and nods, "I know. I know. Trust me, I wish I could do something about it, but people are always going to have an opinion. You know why?"

"Why?"

"Because they're not you."

I smile and look down, "Oh. Sorry, Harry."

He looks down and pulls his shirt down, inspecting the black streaks of mascara on his white shirt. He shrugs, "I can get a new one. I'm more worried about you, not a stupid t shirt."

I smile slightly and he taps my leg to stand up. He walks over to the drawer and pulls a makeup wipe from the pack, "Come over here. Let me get you fixed up."

I walks over and look in the mirror, my face falls slightly as I see how red and puffy my face is.

Harry turns my head toward him, "Look at me." My eyes stay on him as he gently wipes my face.

"Still so beautiful." He smiles and kisses my head, "and amazing." He kisses my lips, "And my favorite person in the entire world." He kisses me again and I smile, "Keep talking."

"You, my love, are by far the best thing that's ever happened to me." I wrap my arms around his neck, "as are you to me." He smiles and kisses me again.

We slowly turn it into a make out session. He lifts me up and sets me on top of the sink, "Everything.. about you.. fascinates me." He says in between kisses.

"Yeah?"

"You're body is perfect in every. Single. Way." His fingers pinch at my nipples, "So perfect."

He leans in and kisses me, "These lips. I could kiss them all day everyday." I smile and bite my lip.

"The way you walk and talk.. Mm." He moans slightly, "I'd let you walk away from me just so I can see that butt of yours."

I laugh slightly, "Harry."

"But I'll chase you. Always." He slides his hands down my sides and pulls my hips towards him, "I could listen to you talk and laugh about anything."

I smile and shake my head, "I love you."

He kisses me and pulls my body against his, wrapping his arms right around me, "I love you." He says against my lips, "So, so, so much." He leans back, "Please don't ever forget that."

I shake my head, "I won't."

His slowly slide his hands up from my ankles and gently lays them on my thighs, "Just lay back and let me know if this helps, yeah?"

I bite my lip and nod.

He leans in and slowly locks up and down my pussy. His tongue slides between my folds and I moan at his touch.

"Harry." I moan arching my back, "Yes." He sucks on my clit for a little while, his eyes locking on mine. My mouth falls open and my eyes roll back as he slips two fingers into me.

He slowly works them in and out, curling them up each time he enters.

I lay my head back, my hands going to his hair.

"Harry!" I pant, "So.. good." I let out a loud moan, moving my hips.

His lips stay attached to my clit, his fingers keep moving in and out slowly. I bite my lip and spread my legs slightly.

He takes his fingers out and slips his hands under my hips, holding me as his thumbs stroke my skin.

His tongue slips in and out of me and I moan, "Baby."

He continues for a little bit longer and then he pulls away, smiling up at me. He licks his lips and stands up, "You feel better baby?"

I nod and shrug, "Yes and no."

"Yes and no?" He chuckles, "What more do you want?"

I motion for him to come over to me and I reach out and grab his belt, "I need you right now." He nods and slips his shirt off, his bandana holding perfect in his hair.

I smile and watch as he gets undressed.

"What?" He asks slowly positioning his body over mine. I shake my head and lay a hand on his cheek, "I just really appreciate you."

He kisses me and slides his hand down my body to position himself at my entrance, "Anything to help you baby."

His head falls onto my shoulder and he grips my leg as he slides in, "You feel so so good." He moans, "So so good."

I lay my leg over his back and wrap my arm around his neck. He slides his hand overtop of mine that lays on the mattress above my head and interlocks our fingers, "I love doing this with you." He whispers as he starts to thrust.

I moan quietly into Harry's ear and I can feel him smile against my shoulder, "You're so good to me." I whisper kissing his neck, "I love you." I whimper as he pushes himself deep inside of me.

He looks at me and rests his forehead against mine, squeezing my hand gently, "I love you, y/n." He picks up thrusting again, "So, so much."

His fingertips press into my thigh, "You know why people are jealous of you?"

"Why, Harry?" I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.

"Because not only do you get to do this with me every single day.." he moans against my lips as he kisses me, "I'm going to make you my wife some day."

I smile and squeeze his hand, "Please."

He kisses me, our lips move in sync as I pull myself closer to him, "I'm close, baby." I whimper arching my back.

He nods and kisses down my neck, "I love being able to make you feel so good, y/n."

"You're absolutely perfect to me." He moans and he pulls my thigh, "for me. Everything."

His words push me off the edge into orgasm. I moan and whimper as he continues to thrust, "Fuck." He gasps before quickly pulling out.

I lay there breathing heavy and watch his face twitch with pleasure as he reaches his point, "Shit."

He leans down and kisses me a few times, "No one can ever replace you. You're mine and I'm yours. Don't let what others say get to you. Like I said, it's because you got me and no one else does." He rests his forehead on mine, "I'm not going anywhere."

I nod and take a deep breathe as Harry goes and grabs a towel. He walks back in and cleans me up, ""Now. Movies and Pizza?"

I nod and point, "But only if we get to watch-"

"Already on the list." He tosses me one of his shirts and slips on a pair of sweats, "Let's go camp out on the couch for the rest of the day."

I get up and slip on a pair of shorts before running over to Harry. He takes my hand in his and leads me to the couch.

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llh-bbg-420 · 1 year

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#long hair harry styles #prince harry styles #frat harry #bandana Harry styles #larry stylinson #louis tomilson #one direction #liam payme #niall james horan #zayn malik #narry stylan #zouis malikson

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so-idialed-9 · 2 years

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Will anything ever approach the level of smug calm Harry Styles gave in these photos?

It's not necessarily a smirk. It's just - extreme internal confidence. Being fully centered amidst chaos. The awareness of someone who's about to kick through a door and let the light in.

His eyes were so clear, his expression open. It looks like he grew a decade younger overnight.

#harry styles #blue bandana #to be fair I'd unage a decade too if I got to let go of a stunt in a public way and had my hot as hell husband leave me floaty headed #harry in venice #venice film festival #dwd promo #9.5.22 #2022

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forestlion · 7 months

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kurtis conner really based his everything on harry styles

#his tattoo scrumpt Harry Styles to me so i looked up his oldest Videos on yt #and you wont believe what his hair looks like #and then the bandana #harry styles ruled 2014 with an iron lady rip maggie t!

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moonshines-stuff · 1 year

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#bandana boy #artist #harry styles #music and singer #one direction #omg that face #celebrities #1d fanart #iconic

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bravetemptation · 1 year

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#the noise that left my mouth #when I opened Instagram to this #I need several years to recover #the way David is holding Harry #the way Harry just looks so fucking good #the shoes #the cuffed pants #the sweater #THE FUCKING BLUE BANDANA #his little froggy smile with a dimple #fuck #harry styles #David Dawson #my policeman #Harry pics

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virtualharmonybeliever · 9 months

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Super cute Harry 💚

#cute & sweet #harry styles #one direction #british artist #bandana boy #music and singer #charming boy #pop music #teen idol

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whoreforlarrystuff · 10 months

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Is Xander wearing a blue bandanna for a reason? It’s always been significant for Harry supporting Louis. It’s confusing for them to be papped like that.

Hi Love!

So I think that we know that it’s significant for Harry to wear the blue bandana, especially because of the connection to Louis. I don’t think that the same necessarily holds true for anyone else wearing the blue bandana, even when it’s someone connected to Harry.

I could be wrong of course, but honestly I feel like there’s been LOTS of discourse surrounding these photos of Harry in Italy recently- first it’s Harry on a yacht with a woman, who then later turned out to be engaged, then it was the Harry and Brad photos, and of course the photos of H’s new (to us) thigh tat.

Honestly, in some ways it feels like all of these photos are very purposeful- intended to keep the fandom talking, to keep generating headlines for a bit.

#harry styles #larry stylinson #Harry styles Italy #blue bandana

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tma-thoughts · 2 years

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Im looking at straight people's opinions of Eddie Munson on tiktok and i feel like im a scientist looking at all my little labrats in their glass enclosures. Like wow... they really don't get that this is a gay metalhead who's primary ways to spend time are to sell drugs and play dnd with 15 year olds....

#and theyre like 'i wonder what the bandana is for' bestie i think ur gonna have an aneurism when i tell u this #ofc it could just be metalhead stuff but do u really believe that #i also saw someone say hed listen to harry styles and had a visceral reaction #eddie munson #stranger things

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cinemastyles-backup · 8 months

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Summary: This is a request by LamyaDuchane: "I think you should make a part 2 to Matter of time where they go to Harry's house for a round 2 then they just end up cuddling and watching movies then go for a round 3."

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

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

"Wanna come over?"

I let out a sigh and shut my bedroom door, "Aren't you supposed to be hanging out with my brother today?"

Harry chuckles on the other end of the phone, "Yeah, but I can always cancel, I'm sick today."

I laugh, "Sick. Okay."

Harry groans, "Come on, y/n.. I miss you."

My eyes flick back to the door and I bite my lip, "Fine."

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Harry opens the door and rests his arm against the wall, "Well, hello."

His messy hair is pushed back with a bandana and he's in that green crew neck that I absolutely adore him in.

I smirk and roll my eyes, "Hello." I squeeze past him and go to walk in, but his hands grab my hips and he pushes me against the wall, shutting the door as he does, "I've missed you."

His lips find my neck, leaving open mouth kisses all over, "Fuck I've missed you." He pulls my hips to meet mine and I gasp as I feel his cock push against me, "Harry."

He chuckles and pulls me with him to the couch, "Y/N."

He lays back, pulling me on top of him. I straddle his hips and grind down on him. His lips part and a gasp escapes as his head tilts back. I lean down and kiss up and across his neck, "I love when you wear this sweatshirt." I whisper, "It looks so fucking good on you."

He lets out a slight moan and pushes my hips down on himself harder.

I run my hands through the hair on the top of his head and twirl it around my finger, "You're looking extra good today, Styles. What gives?"

He smiles and flips us so he's now on top of me, "I guess I just look better when I'm happy to see you."

I smile and pull him down to kiss me. He works at getting my pants off and he kisses up my stomach as he pushes my shirt up. I close my eyes and tilt my head back as he kisses back down to my hip.

He hooks his fingers inside of my panties and pulls them aside. I feel his tongue lick a stripe between my folds and I gasp and grip the back of the couch, "Harry.."

He moans against me and pulls me closer to him. I lay my other hand on the back of his head and arch my back, "Fuck."

His nose rubs against my clit and I can feel the orgasm building up in my stomach.

I clench around his tongue and let out a loud moan, screaming out his name as he continues to eat me out. He pulls away and stands up, quickly discarding his clothes as I take the rest of mine off.

He lays on top of me, perfectly positioned between my legs. His lips kissing up my check, neck and finally my lips. I moan as he rubs the head of his cock on my clit and gasp as he pushes in.

He groans against my skin and grips the outside of my thigh with his full hand, "Fuck."

I whimper as he just sits there, desperately praying he starts to move, "Ha-"

He pulls out and thrusts back in, quickly getting into a perfectly slow, but passionate pace. He brushes hair out of my face as his eyes scan over it. His brows furrow and his jaw goes slack as a moan leaves his lips, "Y/N, your pussy.. feels amazing."

I lay a hand on his cheek and bite my lip, watching as his face twitch with the pleasure I'm making him feel.

I wrap a leg around his waist and arch my back, the feeling of my second orgasm approaching quicker than the first.

"Cum for me. I can tell you're close, sweetheart."

His words caress and help pull me closer. I clench around his cock and dig my heel into his back. I dig my nails into his shoulder and bury my face into his neck as I cum.

I moan against his skin and cling to him as he guides me through my high, "That's it baby."

I lay my head back, breathing heavy as I look up at him. He smiles and bites his lip, his thrusts slowly getting sloppier, "Where?" He groans out.

I bite my lip, "Just-" I moan, "Anywhere."

He pushes as far into me as he can and I can feel his cock twitch. I moan at the feeling and tangle my fingers in his hair, kissing him as cums.

He lays his forehead on my shoulder and kisses my skin below him, "Sorry."

"Sorry?"

"I didn't-"

I laugh, "No, I know. It's okay."

He laughs and shakes his head before he lifts it up to look at me, "movie night?"

I nod once and smile, "Movie night."

——

I walk out of the bathroom and lean against the door frame, crossing my arms as I watch Harry go through movies, "Whatcha doin?"

He turns his head and does a double take, "I-Um." His eyes move up and down my body and he smiles, "That shirt looks good on you."

I look down at the shirt Harry gave me to wear and smirk, "Yeah, it's a pretty good shirt." I walk over and sit on the bed, "Oh, scary please."

"Think you can handle this?" He looks at me over his shoulder.

"Oh please. You'll be the one in my lap."

I was wrong. I was in fact the one in Harry's lap, covering my eyes at parts I thought would be scary. He keeps his arms around me and chuckles each time I jump.

"I told you." He whispers as he kisses my cheek. I sigh, "Yeah, yeah."

Harry's phone rings on the stand next to the couch and he laughs, "Oh look who it is." He holds it up and I see my brothers name.

"What's up, mate?" Harry looks over at me and smiles, "Oh yeah, I'm feeling much better now. Just give me a call tomorrow to wake me up and we can go then, yeah?"

He smirks and shakes his head, "I have no idea where your annoying little sister is." He winks and puckers his lips, "Yeah, okay. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye."

He hangs up the phone and sets it back down, "He has no idea where you are?"

"Oh my god, no. He'd kill us if he knew you were ruining his little sister in naughty ways." I laugh and lean in, "Plus. I like keeping this secret."

His hands grip my hips, "We can always finish the movie later."

I nod, "You're right."

He pulls me onto him and frees his cock from his sweats. He pulls my panties aside and I sink down into him with a moan.

I grip the back of the couch and start to slowly move my hips up and down, feeling every inch of his cock slide in and out.

"Shit, y/n." Harry tilts his head back as his bare chest starts rising and falling quicker with each breath. I lay a hand on the back of his head and the other on the side of his neck and start to bounce.

My fingers grip the hair at the nape of his neck and his arms slide around to my back, his hands holding me to keep me steady.

I lean down and kiss him, moaning into his mouth. He takes my bottom lip between my teeth and tilts his head back.

I gasp and push my hips down, resting there as I clench around him.

His hand slides around to my clit and rubs circles, "Cum for me. I'm gunna cum soon."

I nod and work his cock inside of me. Grinding my hips, pushing him further inside of me as he continues to circle my clit.

"Fuck." I gasp and crash my lips into his. He pulls me closer and thrusts his hips up. He moans as I feel him cum.

I lay on him and catch my breathe. He plays with my hair and kisses my head. I sit up and slowly pull myself off of him, fixing my panties as I sit back down on the couch.

He fixes his sweats and lays down, reaching out for me to lay with him. I lay down and he wraps and arm around my waist, "After this we'll go shower, hmm?"

I nod, "Sounds like a plan."

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mychampagne-mybubbles · 1 year

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David Dawson & Harry Styles via IG • 25.01.2023

Harry wearing a blue bandana these days in Venice during My Policeman wrap up (June 2021)

#harry styles #david dawson #venice #my policeman #wrap up #june 2021 #2021 #harry actor #larry coding #blue bandana

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the clip

harry styles x reader (masterlist)

summary: the start, and much needed halt, to Harry’s signature clip.

warning: smut (m and f receiving oral), wanting to pull harry’s hair lol.

a/n: i love that half smile mustache and hair clip combo

“Harry come on, hurry up!” Y/n shouted. “I actually want to go on a run before it gets dark.”

“Give me two seconds, lovely!” Harry gasped, followed by the clatter of something falling to the ground.

Harry had promised to go with Y/n on a morning run after his legs gave out a little too quickly during sex last night. He figured it would be a easy way to get back into shape and a nice bonding experience that wouldn’t diminish Harry’s pleasing abilities.

Y/n smiled as her lover finally came down the stairs of their home. His hair was getting longer—not as long as it’s previously, but a nice length nonetheless.

Harry was bending down to tie his runners before dramatically flipping his hair as he stood up. He smiled as a single piece of hair fell from its position and down onto his face—right between his two eyes. He was still giddy, huge smile on his face as he said spoke. “Ready!”

Y/n laughs as she figure combs his hair back. His curly hair though couldn’t be contained as more unruly curls landed on his face. “I think it’s time to bring back the bandanas.”

Harry laughed and kissed her lips. “My hairs not that long, love. Besides those bandanas are the reason I have a hairline that spells out the letter M at my age.”

“‘My age’ as in almost thirty.”

“We do not use that number yet.” Harry interjected, a hint of sarcasm seeping through.

“Hm.” Y/n hummed. “I lost all my hair ties but I do have this.”

She walked over to one of her bags, pulling out a hair clip and smiled. She got his hair and he bends down slightly, enough so she could get a good grip on this hair.

She giggled as she twisted the thicker top part of his hair and clipped it securely. Harry stood up straight and looked at his reflection in a mirror.

“Thoughts?” He did a couple of poses.

“Very sexy.” She answered. “But c’mon, I want to go for that run.”

From there on out, Harry’s hair had gotten use to being pulled back with a clip. It got to the point where Harry even got a special Gucci clip that was to only be used during important moments.

But, in Harry’s opinion, sex with Y/n was the only important activity that would require this clip.

Harry looked so good laying on his back, fully naked with tattoos littered all over his delicious body. His cock was pretty, twitching slightly with each breath and slight touch Y/n applied.

“Fuck, please baby, please do something.” Harry’s plead turned into a moan when Y/n put his head into her mouth. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.”

Y/n almost laughed at the sight, Harry’s face—close to orgasm—with the ungodly clip in his hair that made his twisted face all that more precious.

She got back to her task and used her hands to stroked Harry’s dick when her mouth pulled back. He groaned when he felt her soft hands, then nearly came by opening his eyes and seeing the sight: his girlfriend, wearing a bra and panties made of see through mesh material, taking his dick down her throat.

“I think, fuck, cumming.” Harry moaned as he came, breathing becoming much heavier and tired. “That’s so good.” Was all her could manage.

Y/n swallowed and crawled on top of her lover. “Felt good?”

Harry hummed. “Hell yes.”

“Want to repay the favor?” Harry didn’t have to open his eyes to know Y/n was smirking, causing Harry to break out in a smile of his own.

“Hell yes.”

Harry used what strength—all thanks to his and Y/n’s early runs—he had to switch positions with her. He kissed her lips, enjoying the closeness before starting to undo her bra and take off her panties. He kissed down her body, to her neck, breasts, stomach, then hips.

“Alright, get on with it.” Y/n said with mocked annoyance. “I don’t remember teasing you this much.”

“Just loven ya, calm down.” Harry laughed, his breath catching on Y/n pussy. Harry got eye level with her vagina and got started.

He licked, giving her a startled feeling that caused her reflexes to start. Her legs wrapped around Harry’s naked torso, and her hand tried to pull at Harry’s hair, but instead got a handful of an overpriced hair clip. She tried to pull it out but Harry’s hand that wasn’t groping her tit snapped up and stoped her hand.

“Babe-“

“Hair clip stays in.” Harry said, about to go back to his “dessert” before he was shooed away.

“That was the most unsexy thing you could say!” Y/n said, untangling her legs from Harry’s back. “Telling me I can’t go at your hair—what is this?! Church?!”

“I’m eating you out though, I’m sure that’s sexy enough.”

“Nope.” Y/n shook her head. “You cut your hair and now you lock it all up.” She tsked.

“But then my hair will get in your pussy and as much as I like it hairy I don’t think you would appreciate my stands of hair in there.”

“That’s why my hands would keep it back.” She reasoned. “C’mon? For me?”

“Hm fine.” Harry removed his hand. Y/n got a hold of the clip and took it out. “Hey hey be careful there.”

“Yeah yeah I am.” Y/n put the clip on Harry’s beside table and got her legs and hand back into their rightful place. “Alright, carry on.”

Harry chucked and got back to his rightful place too. He started eating her out, earning Y/n to moan and her grip on Harry to get tighter. Her legs squished his back and hair completely yanked on his hair. Harry could feel himself get harder though with each of her pulls, making him all more eager to make her cum.

“You’re good at that too.” Y/n breathed out. Harry started to focus more on her clit. He brought his free hand to her folds, entering his figures in and out slowly. “Oh fuck really good.”

Harry blushed with the complement, massaging her boob and licking her clit more intensely. “Fuck I’m gonna-“

Her moans were like music Harrys ears, he made a mental note to maybe record them to add to a song. He kelts licking and groping through her orgasm, until her breathing leveled out.

“Good?”

“Yeah.” Harry leaned over her, smiling and kissing her blissed out state. “Much better without the clip.”

“Oh really?”

“Mhm.” She hummed, stroking his hair behind his ear. “So pretty.”

“Little ol’ me?” Harry asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

“Yup.” She said. “So pretty. Never wear that clip when we have sex again. Truly painful.”

“As you wish.” Harry agreed.

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Hey , no pressure of course but I was sooo soo hyped by reading your assistant y/n story teaser any idea when it gonna be out?😭

Assistant! Reader x Harry Styles Masterlist

so...i keep thinking i'm done, and then i keep adding more 😬😬 so here's another little snippy!

October 2014

“I just…I just can’t believe she would do something like that.”

Y/n hummed her assent as she carefully sectioned off Harry’s hair. “I’m sorry.”

“I feel like an idiot,” Harry said. “I thought she really liked me.”

Sighing, Y/n continued to quietly braided his hair as she came up with the right things to say.

In truth, this wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation, or one similar to it. Harry had had a few girlfriends in the years she’d been his assistant, but none of them ever seemed to last very long. There was a shallowness, an ambition, that they all seemed to share, something Harry never saw until they eventually broke up with him. He was just so kind, so eager to be loved that Y/n wondered if he really didn’t see he was being used or if he chose not to.

“You’ll find the one, H, I’m sure of it,” Y/n finally said.

Harry laughed a little, and Y/n straightened his shoulders before he moved too much and ruined her work so far. “You always say that, I feel like.”

“And I’m right, I always am. Eventually.”

He laughed again, but they soon fell into comfortable silence. Y/n worked through the long strands of his hair, braiding it nice and tight so it would hold for the duration of the show tonight. She wasn’t entirely sure why Harry wanted his hair braided tonight, or why he asked her to do it. He’d been growing his hair out for ages now, but he’d always worn a bandana or just left it loose. Or in a teeny tiny bun at the top of his head, a hairstyle Y/n had to walk him through a couple times.

But she selfishly she liked that Harry sought her out and spent time with her, even when he didn’t really have to. The rest of the boys were out sightseeing and getting a late lunch, but Harry had appeared at her hotel room door with a couple hairties in his hands and a sheepish grin. That grin was usually reserved for when he had a silly request or was embarrassed to tell her something. Like the time he and Louis bought a teacup pig and snuck it into a hotel room and asked for her help to take care of it; or when he needed her help with his Miley Cyrus costume for Halloween; or the time when she caught him watching Dance Moms by himself in his bunk on his tour bus.

When Y/n first took this job, she thought it would be for a couple months. She would travel and perfect her time management and organizational skills and hopefully not be driven crazy by young popstars who had more money than they knew what to do with. But somehow those couple months went by, then six, then a year, then multiple years went by, and she was still Harry’s assistant. And close friend. They’d known each other long enough that she felt comfortable enough to believe that.

“And…done,” Y/n said, tying off the last little braid. Somewhere down the line, she decided to get a little crazy, doing a full braid on one side and tying the other in a little bun. Harry looked a little silly, but he always seemed to pull anything off.

Harry pushed himself to his feet to look in the bathroom’s mirror. “Cool,” she heard him say. “Thanks, Y/n.”

Y/n leaned back on her hotel bed, stretching her back after bending over for an extended period of time. Part of her expected Harry to leave and catch up with the other boys, but he took her by surprise and laid down next to her so that they were shoulder to shoulder. He didn’t say anything, which made Y/n all the more aware of their close proximity. They weren’t touching, but she could feel the warmth of his skin on hers.

“So…Dance Mums?”

Rolling her eyes, Y/n punched Harry’s arm playfully. “Dance Moms. If you love the show so much, at least get the name right.”

Harry took that as his cue to pull up the show on his phone. They both flipped over onto their stomachs, leaning in close as he fired up the next episode. Y/n smiled to herself as Harry’s attention immediately became absorbed in the show. She didn’t know what compelled him to watch, or why. It was a trashy reality show about moms who fought about dance competitions. But that’s precisely why, Harry insisted once. You can’t make up that kind of drama. Y/n didn’t want to crush him and tell him that the drama was incredibly produced, so she just sat and watched with him and indulged in some mindless entertainment.

“Your show is in a few hours, just thought I’d throw that out there,” Y/n reminded him.

“Oh, don’t start,” Harry said. “I’ll stop with plenty of time to spare.”

Yeah right, Y/n thought. “I’m setting a timer.”

“Don’t you dare.”

“You’ll never make it onstage.”

“Shh. It’s pyramid.”

Y/n quickly stopped talking and focused on Harry’s phone, slightly amused by the events of today. If this was how he wanted to deal with his recent breakup, then fine. She supposed there were worse ways to cope.

She still set the alarm, though.

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#bandana boy #harry styles #one direction #british artist #music and singer #famous artists #cute and handsome #love

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sev-on-kamino · 11 months

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I hope your day is going better than mine

But whenever you have time could I get some fluffy headcannons about how the boys would react to receiving a flower crown from the reader

I’m so sorry you’re having a bad day, shades 😔 Let’s see what I can do to give you some good vibes, yeah?

Written while listening to ‘Adore You’ by Harry Styles

The Boys react to receiving a flower crown

Kix

He’s observant in general, but especially when it comes to you, so he definitely noticed you weaving the brightly colored blooms together.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, and blushed slightly when you finished and looked up at him.

He watched as you walked over, your delicate creation in hand, and gave the softest little gasp as you placed the crown on his head.

“You were making this for me, mesh’la?”

When you nod, his eyes grow impossibly soft, and he caresses your face.

“It’s perfect. I love it.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, and proudly wears it the rest of the day.

Howzer

He’s always ready to spend his downtime with you, and if that means the two of you wind up in a meadow to enjoy the sunset, so be it.

You’ve gathered loads of purple and blue flowers and settle between his legs, leaning against his chest to weave them together.

You ask him to tell you how his day went, and he presses a kiss to the side of your head before telling you about the shenanigans his squad got into, and how it would have tickled you, while he watches you handling the delicate blossoms.

When you finish your work, and turn to face him on your knees, he looks up at you with a grin that makes your heart race.

You place the crown over his perfectly styled hair and marvel at your handiwork.

“You spoil me, cyare. How do I look?”

You tell him he looks beautiful.

“All thanks to you,” he says, reaching up to pull you down for a gentle kiss.

Hunter

You know how sensitive he is to smells, so you’ve been carefully figuring out which scents agree with him and which do not.

Armed with this knowledge you track down blooms that will smell nice together, and are subtle enough to not assault his senses.

You find him twirling his vibroblade around, and he watches your approach with a raised eyebrow, and a smile tugging at his lips.

You’ve got his little present tucked behind your back, but you’re sure he can already smell them.

He’s kind and allows you to bring the crown out with a flourish without spoiling the surprise.

When you ask if they’re alright, if you can place the crown on his head, he nods and tilts forward.

You rest it on his head, and smile at the way it clashes hilariously with his skull bandana.

You ask if he likes it.

“You made it, mesh’la, of course I do. Thank you.”

He tugs you into his lap, and treats you to soft kisses and snuggles.

Rex

Even during downtime, Rex is always needed somewhere, busy with something, taking care of everyone in some way or another.

You decide a little surprise to show your appreciation is in order, and gather up the prettiest assortment of flowers you can find, weaving together an elaborate crown.

When you finally find him on his own, you grab him by the hand and tell him you need two minutes for just the two of you.

He hesitates, as there are still things that require his attention, but ultimately gives in because he hates telling you no. It’s only 2 minutes after all.

You ask him to kneel in front of you, and once he does, you pull off his bucket. He raises a brow at that, but keeps his position.

As though it were made of gold and jewels, you place the flower crown on his head, and tell him every king needs a crown.

He blinks up at you, words failing him at the gesture and the fact you just referred to him as a king.

He rises to his feet, and takes you by the hand, dragging you off towards the field where you gathered the flowers.

You ask where he’s taking you.

“The queen needs a crown too,” he says with a grin.

Wolffe

He’s figured out by now that you show love in all sorts of unexpected ways.

It’s love when you sneak him a pack of his favorite candy during a briefing.

It’s love when you fuss over him after an injury no matter how minor.

It’s love when you won’t go to sleep until he does.

So when he sees you roaming through the base, brow furrowed, something brightly colored held carefully in your hands, he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face.

He waits for you to spot him, schooling his face into a neutral expression, but he can feel the smile tugging at his lips.

When your face lights up, and you practically sprint to his side, it’s all he can do not to grin like love struck fool.

You hold up the crown with a dazzling smile, and ask if he likes it, and beam when he tells you it’s beautiful like you.

You ask where he wants to keep it, and he gives you a curious look for a moment, and you deflate a little, wondering if it’s too much.

“Isn’t it supposed to go on my head, bunny?” he asks with that warm smile he reserves for you.

You blink in surprise, before nodding, and placing the crown on his head.

You look up at him, eyes full of affection. Every bit of it is mirrored on his face.

“When did you have time to do this?” he asks, kissing your cheek.

You tell him when it comes to him, there’s always time.

He adds flower crowns to the ways you show love.

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