#longhair harry

[cherievol6]

curly girl

hey!! just a little short but sweet one for you. got the idea when i was doing my own hair routine hahaha. enjoy!!!

harry wants to join the curly girl train

word count: <600

warnings: none!!!!!! cuteness and more cuteness

“What now?” Harry says in an interested tone. You smile in the mirror as you continue to rake the comb through his long, thick hair. He usually loved to watch your routine through the reflection after you showered, meticulously raking different products through your hair to give it the classic curl and shine it always had. Harry got frustrated with his hair sometimes, as its length made it hard to manage, and his curls usually dropped out after the wash day and left a bit of a wave, and he’d mentioned quietly a while ago that it bothered him. One day in particular he was raking his fingers through it and tugging, sighing before he looked up at you from his position against your chest, asking quietly: “please can y’style my hair? Y’know, how you do it all fancy?”

You didn’t even wait a beat before excitedly saying yes. Harry didn’t mind your hands in his hair in any kind of scenario, but he wasn’t fond of others touching it, never mind styling it – he was a particular man at heart. So, the fact that he was allowing you to perform your curl routine on his long hair was an offer you wouldn’t miss. He had grinned once you gave an enthusiastic answer, and this brought you to now – him sat on a stool in front of the bathroom mirror whilst you stood over him with a wide tooth comb.

“I’m going to put a few products in it to hold it and keep its shine. You’ve got a nice curl pattern so this should work quite nicely.” You pinch his shoulder, and he smiles, closing his eyes at the satisfying feeling of your fingers massaging product into his scalp. He’s patient, watching you pull every bottle and tub out of your side of the bathroom cabinets, raking each through his hair and scrunching his curls up around his face. He looks surprised at hwo good of a job you’re doing, the ringlets starting to form around your face.

“Excuse me, baby,” you hum, bending down next to him to get the hair dryer. His hands find your waist and thighs briefly and you swat them away, bubbling a laugh from his chest, “can’t you keep those hands to yourself?” You giggle.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” He sighs. You plug in the hair dryer and bring the diffuser around his head. His eyes widen, “I said I’m sorry, don’t need to pull out some kind of death contraption.” He jests, hands up in mock surrender. You just shake your head, fighting off a grin as you dry his hair and add a few finishing touches, ruffling oil through it once you’re done it smooth it all out. He looks elated, fluffing the curls with his palms and praising you for doing such a good job.

“Never seen m’hair so curly.” He says in awe.

“It looks cute on you.”

“You’re cute.” He muses, spinning in the stool and securing his arms around your waist, rising from his chair and hoisting you over his shoulder. You squeal as he throws you on to the bed, diving down next to you. You frown, “Don’t mess up your hair!”

He ignores you, pulling your body on to his lap and lying back, arms stretched above his head.

“Guess you’ll have to do the work, then.” An amused glint is in his eye as he rubs up and down your thighs.

“Prick.”

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airy stoiles

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[hsfan94]

Oh to have been in his life back then 😩

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[folsomprison]

last night ✨

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[1tbls]

i am trying to breed harry and kim cats in my cat genetics game (purefelinity). i have fun with the names :)

#de tag #pf tag #tortie black smoke with mitts and a bobtail and large ears would be ideal for kim #longhair black classic tabby with large ears and long nose for harry. you would think something so simple would be easy! and yet!

[watermelonlovershigh]

Each Harry Eras ... (You Can't Sleep Text Conversation)

AN: got the inspo to do this from tiktok. let me know if you think this is somewhat accurate or not.

This contains: mostly fluff, mentions of weed, implications of smut

{ fetus!harry - fratboy!harry - prince!harry - longhaired!harry - dunkirk!harry - fineline!harry - loveontour!harry - boyfriend!harry - fiancé!harry - husband!harry }

How each Harry era would react to when you tell them you can't sleep, through text.

{Fetus Harry - boyfriend!harry}

Y/N: baby i can't sleep : (

Harry: i'm sorry. snuggle with the stuffed bear i bought you last week and try and pretend i'm there to cuddle you in person. love and miss you :(

Y/N: ok i will. see you soon?

Harry: yep. my mum said i can come over tomorrow after my shift at the bakery. i'll even bring you that fancy bread you like.

Y/N: oh yes, please do. ok going to try and sleep now.

Harry: night.

{Frat Boy Harry - boyfriend!harry}

Y/N: H, i can't sleep. 😭

Harry: awe baby, i wish i was there to cuddle with you. we're on tour until the end of the month and then i get to come home for a few weeks.

Y/N: i wish it was sooner. 😔 you always give me the best cuddles when i can't sleep.

Harry: i know baby. try and spray some of my cologne on your pillow and maybe that'll help. love you. gtg. they're calling us back on stage now.

Y/N: ok. and have a great show.

{Prince Harry - boyfriend!harry}

Y/N: harry i can't sleep tonight. i miss you loads and wish you were here with me.

Harry: i'm sorry you can't fall asleep, love. you know i wish more than anything i was with you right now. breaks my heart when you can't sleep and then complain of how tired you are the next day. how about you take one of my t-shirts from my drawer and sleep with it on. i think that will help.

Y/N: ok i will.

Harry: send me a photo of you in the shirt you choose. wanna see how sexy you look in my clothes.

Y/N: k

Y/N: *photo* *standing in front of the mirror wearing his white t-shirt with the band Kiss on the front*

Harry: holy fuck. you look amazing babe. well sleep tight. i gotta take care of some business now.

(by business he didn't mean meetings. seeing you in his shirt did things to him and he needed to, you know, jerk one out.)

{LHH - boyfriend!harry}

Y/N: H, i can't sleep tonight.

Harry: sorry to hear that. i know what can help. go to my special drawer and get some 🌿 to smoke. i know that stuff always makes you sleepy.

Y/N: ok, are you sure though? what if i have a bad reaction?

Harry: yes i'm sure. and you won't. just take a few hits. not too much. then get cozy in my bed. should knock you right out. but if you need anything just call me. i'll answer, alright.

Y/N: ok, yeah. i'll do that.

Harry: and you remember how to set up the blunt right?

Y/N: yes harry. i'm not 5.

Harry: okayyy, was just making sure. night. love you.

{Dunkirk Harry - fiancée!harry}

Y/N: harry i can't fall asleep.

Harry: awe baby, sorry to hear that. did you take your prescribed sleep pills?

Y/N: yes like 2 hours ago. and they're not working tonight.

Harry: i tell you what, give me about 10 minutes and i'll sneak away to facetime you. would you like that? i could sing you to sleep. you pick the song.

Y/N: omg please. and i pick sweet creature. your voice is so soft and relaxing when you sing that song.

Harry: ok 10 minutes, hang on darling.

{Fine Line Harry - husband!harry}

Y/N: babe, i can't fall asleep for the life of me. wish you were here to help. 😭

Harry: i wish i was there too, baby.

Harry: i know what will do the trick. touch yourself, love.

Y/N: WHAT?

Harry: i'm not messing about. touch that pretty pussy of yours. you know when you orgasm you get all sleepy. and i would touch you myself if i were there but since i'm not your hand will just have to do. or your vibrator. whatever you choose.

Y/N: fine... but, can you at least get me going.

Harry: sure 😏 *photo of his erect cock standing tall and proud with his ringed hand wrapped around the base*

Y/N: fuck. are you touching yourself too?

Harry: yep. couldn't not after picturing you rubbing that little clit of yours. got me going instantly.

{Love on Tour Harry - husband!harry}

Y/N: i can't sleep :(

Harry: why are you texting me this? i'm just getting out the shower. in OUR house. i'll be in there in just a second.

Y/N: didn't feel like yelling it to you.

Harry: let me brush my teeth and i'll come put you to sleep.

Y/N: mhm, yeah, how?

Harry: oh, i'll show you how alright. better be naked when i walk in.

Y/N: bet.

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[whitemancumslut]

Temporary Fix (18+)

summary During the On the Road Again Tour, Harry uses his bandmate’s girlfriend as a distraction from his previous relationship.

warnings (18+) cheating!reader, possessive!longhair!harry, talks of explicit photos of reader, smut, whole thing is unprotected sex, rough sex, mentions of drugs (no actual drug use), fingering, cum eating

It all started with a late night in Boston.

Sitting on Harry’s hotel bed, his tall long haired figure sat, head held down.

You and Liam had a very bad disagreement so when dramatically stormed out you headed to Harry’s hotel room… only to find him in distress.

"It’s just-" He shook his head, curls swaying side to side, just wanting to get the thought of gripping them as he devoured your cunt out of your head whist this moment passed.

"She drove me fucking crazy," He expressed angrily, his accented voice grumbling. Your soft fingers caressed the back of his left one, lighting him up like hot coal. His voice of anger, deep and agitated, oddly turning you on. Clenching your thighs together as you comforted him. "Harry I’m so-" This was closer than you guys have ever been since the sexual tension built or since ever. You both knew you shouldn’t be here… this close to him.

You traced the prominent veins in the back of his hand as you thought about how you were somehow calming his nerves. Somehow yours too. Before coming into Harry’s room, you stormed out on Liam after a very long last disagreement. You never told him where you were heading but may he never assume it was to his bandmate, hand in hand.

"You need a distraction. Something to use until you get over this bitch," You told him lowly. Slowly leaning towards the suggestion you wanted to get to, you sighed. Harry just shook his head, "Y/n please-" He didn’t make any effort to move his hand away from yours.

Both of your knees touching, sending enough friction into you to lift the left hand of his you caressed. Laying the large palm upon your large bare thigh, laying it down right where your short skirt ended. Feeling instant warmth, Harry’s mouth falls agape before letting his nails pick your fabric. Mixed emotions filled his featured. Confusion with a devilish smirk growing.

"Use me."

Shocking you both with how the random wave of confidence and now anticipation filled your flesh. "Y/n," He warned. But not in a 'stop' tone it was more 'you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into' tone. Your breath hitched. If you were thinking straight you would apologized and leave like this never happened but you were both too deep to turn back. Your hand hesitantly made its way to his face. The soft palm of yours met his jawline, fingers reaching his long soft hair, shocking you both that you’re going this far. "Use me," Caressing his cheek you continued, "As a distraction," The way he was looking at you made you want to jump on him. His pink lips twitched, hesitating to smirk.

The room was all of a sudden silent. You took it upon yourself, to stand up and step in front of him. Harry’s head turnt up to keep eye contact He didn’t know what was happening but he wasn’t complaining. Taking a step forward, placing your hands on his shoulders. His shoulder get a nice squeeze from your fingers before some played with the curls in the back of his head. Harry slowly raised his hands his hands and placed them on the back of your bare thighs, pushing you into the space between his thighs. "What are you saying? You saying you want me to- What? Tell me, pretty," His voice husky, making your tummy do backflips. Hiding a little school girl giggle that’ll make you seem pathetic, you scrunched your skirt up.

Harry’s eyes pry down from your eyes to your bare thighs at were exposed. He closed his legs a bit, knowing your plan, allowing you to set yourself on his lap. Calves resting on either side of his thigh, you pressed your core against him. "Take all your emotions out on me. When your angry, upset, irritated… happy." Your hands meet the back of his head, two fingers running through the tight curls in his head.

His smirk grew, "Do you know what you’re asking for, love? Willing to let me have you?"

"Well, you’re going to have to share me remember?" You teased, smiling, quickly peaking down to look at his pink lips. "I don’t like sharing," He grumbled, pressing his hands to your lower back, pushing you closer to his figure. When he looked down to your peaking cleavage and your bare thighs beneath, his breath hitched. "But I guess I’ll have to, hmm?"

"Mhm," You hummed in your sweet, delicate voice. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his. All of the tension finally broken. When you kissed it was like a bolt of electricity.

He tasted the mango flavored lip balm on your soft lips, getting a long lasting taste when his tongue collides with yours. His hands trail lower, down to your ass. The skirt’s fabric making it impossible for him to the get full satisfaction… not that he wasn’t happy with what he was receiving. Heads moving side to side as the kiss grew sloppy. You wrapped your lips around his tongue, sliding it out of your mouth. Breaths uneven, soon to be caught. "Let’s get this off baby." Baby.Your stomach turns and suddenly you forget all about your boyfriend who is just a couple of rooms down from the one you were making out with his bandmate in.

You nod in response, obeying his request. Pulling up your shirt over your head with Harry’s assistance. When your shirt was thrown somewhere across the room his eyes flung to your cleavage. As if it was two sizes too small, your boobs practically spilled out the bra like they were being suffocated. Didn’t even have to tell you, you pushed your skirt off as well leaving you in your black panties. "Oh my fuck. God you’re perfect," He huffed out, attaching his swollen lips back to yours.

Sliding his large hands up to harshly grope your breast, you gasp against his lips. He groaned against you when you accidentally grind against his hard. Reattaching your lips with his as Harry’s hands unclasp your bra from behind. The cold air hardens your nipples, a whimper shakily leaves your lips as you bump your body against his clothed chest. He pulls away from your face to look at your boobs, taking them in his large hands. "Shit," Harry curses under his breath. "Lay down for me baby," He releases his grip on your breast allowing you to place yourself on the bed.

Laying out on the cold sheets, your boobs recoil as you breathed heavily. Harry crawls so that he’s between your thighs. "Fucking shit, baby. You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you look laid out in front of me. I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already looking hot and fucked out. God Liam is a lucky fella," He couldn’t stop staring at your tits. The more he stared the more you wanted his touch.

"Harry touch me please," You swarmed when he began to crawl closer. Without answering, he passed you a devilish smirk before going tongue first and pressing a hard kiss against your lips. You moaned into his mouth, tasting him as he tasted you. Your hand meeting his long hair that dangled and tickled the side of your face. He pulled away but not letting you go a second without satisfaction. He placed burning hot kisses on to your neck. Teeth brushing pass your skin feverishly as he left wet sloppy kisses on your skin with a little sucking in between.

"N-no- God, right there," You moaned and whimpered as he continue to find your spot around your collarbone. "N-no marks, Harry," You told him with your strained voice. His lack of response tells you he didn’t hear you. "Harry-"

"I know what I’m doing, love."

Was all he said.

His tongue was hot against your stomach as he pressed kisses down to your core. "Harry, please," You whined.

Harry stared at your cunt through the now see through panties. You were so soaked that you can now see your aching cunt. Cursing under his breath, Harry slides your panties off watching your cunt come to color. "My cunt now," He claimed lowly. "Ye’ hear me baby girl?"

"Yes," Your voice was whiny. So wanting him to just fuck you already and skip the foreplay.

"What I say?"

"Your cunt now." Can you please- Harry," You whined. Swarming in front of him, he forcefully held your down with his arms weight in his wrist. "What you want, gorgeous, hmm? My mouth?"

You hummed a desperate yes as you peaked down at him. He runs his hands through his long hair before letting his nose brush against your bare cunt. "Oh, oh-" Harry licks up your slit before wrapping his plumped lips around your aching clit. Letting out an unholy moan and scream combined along with an unbearable whine. "Oh my god!" Harry sucked on your nub hard as you grabbed at the top of his head, practically pushing his head into your cunt.

Harry’s tongue lays around along your cunt sliding down your slit, leaving your swollen clit throbbing. Harry doesn’t let himself neglect your clit. Instead, he places his thumb in replace of his mouth, pressing down and rubbing in a circular motion as his tongue enters your pussy. "Oh my fucking-! Harry, Harry, Harry," You moan his name, praying you were too loud, or to the point people recognized your voice. But you didn’t care.

Harry hummed against your pussy making your legs shake and thighs clenched. Shaking his head as he devoured your cunt tasting your wetness on his tongue. You mewled lowly, trying to gain self control. "Yeah, you know I love them pretty noises, baby. But ye’ can’t be too loud. Your boyfriend’s down the-" Shutting him up and bringing him back down to your cunt. Understanding the message to shut up, Harry thrusted his tongue into you. Curling inside you, his tongue twisted in turned, your moans music to his ears.

Shooting the top of your body up as a shock ran through your body and to your thighs. "Oh my god, oh my god," Your voice shakes just as your thighs. Shock through your body when he hums, amused by your unholy sounds. The muscles in your tummy tightened as Harry pushed his tongue deeper in you getting to feel your walls clench as much as he fucking could. You were so close. "My clit, my clit. Harry, please, fuck," You pleaded for the same affection he gave to your hole to your clit. "Mmh kay baby," He did as you wanted and sucked your clit harder and harder. His lips must’ve looked so pretty sucking on your swollen nub.

Your body began to shake as you feel yourself getting worked up. "I’m cumming, I’m going to cum. Harry," You called out for him as your thighs shakes against the sheets as you let them collapse.

"I got you baby. Cum f’me, I got you," The words comforted you as you experienced your high. Your chest rises heavily as the knot in your stomach consisted as you released the ooz from throbbing cunt. You huffed out, breath hitching in your throat when you feel Harry’s tongue at the rim of your hole. Not letting the cum go to waste, eating his cause as you mewled weakly.

"Taste so fucking sweet, baby."

He came up from between your legs to get a good view of your face. Your breathing still uneven and your expression is still in disbelief.

"You look so hot," He said hovering over your trembling body. Resting his left palm on the side of your head where some strands of your hair laid upon the white bedsheets and his other hand met the opposite side’s breast. You hissed as he pinched your nipple ever so lightly. So sensitive to touch, you whine his name. "Want me to fuck you, baby?" Your eyes widen. You immediately wanting more of what he has to offer. Your cunt still recovering from your previous orgasm.

"Yes please. That’s exactly what I want, Harry. Please, yes. Fuck me. Please, just fuck me already. I’m on the pill, just fuck me please," You spoke fast. The words spilled out like they’ve been built up for forever. Harry’s smirk grew as big as it can get. "’M gonna give ye’ what ye want, pretty. ‘Cause you deserve it, ye’?" You nodded. "Been such a good girl f‘ me. Let me devour your pretty pink cunt till you let the whole hotel know my name, huh?" Cocky little shit. And it was hot.

Harry crawled back and off the bed. You’d never past up the opportunity to see Harry strip. Resting on your elbows, catching him in the middle of the process of eliminating his shirt. Your tummy turns at the sight of the hidden tattoos that you admire whenever you possibly can.

He looks up at you as you practically drool over the belt of his pants being knocked somewhere in the room. He tugged down his skinny jeans, that added 2x the amount of pressure against his hard, enlarged cock. Removing the pants and being left in his briefs.

The large indent in his briefs and the breed of precum that tinted the color of the briefs makes you swallow harshly. Harry pulls down the briefs, feeling instant relief when his cock is set free, slapping against his stomach. It was big.

Almost wanting to go jumping at it and shove it balls deep in your mouth if possible.

He was really big. A raging thick vein spread out around his cock. His pink mushroom headed tip had a tear of precum dripping on it’s sides. "Oh my god," You gulped. Throwing your head back wondering how that was going to actually fucking destroy your pussy you would have no way to lie to your boyfriend about this.

Harry smirked crawling over you. And you soon realized his hair wasn’t dangling in his face and that he somehow managed to tie it up without you realizing. "I’m going to fuck this cunt so bad. Can’t wait to have you clenching around my fat cock like you did my tongue, hmm?"

You nodded leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. "Just do it," You knew he was going to spread your cunt into two.

"Ready?"

You nodded, reassuring him you were ready. Harry let his cock slide down your folds, the hard tip making you whimper. Harry slides his tip in, immediately stretching your hole. Earning a tiny whimper from you and a full out scream when he pushes himself half way inside of you. Your pussy cries for justice as his cock isn’t even fully buried. "Oh my god! Please, fuck! More, Harry, do it," You moaned.

Harry took your words and pulled himself to the point where he was at your entrance, tip still in. Harry slammed himself full length, balls deep into your cunt. You mewled loudly, tears escaping the hold of the lids. You cried out his name as he thrusted in and out of you.

"God baby. You’re so fucking pretty when you cry. Feels good?" He thrusted into you roughly, his balls slapping against your skin.

"F-Feels so fucking g-good, Harry. Oh my gosh! I feel you, it feels so good," You cried. "Where does it feel good baby? Tell me, hmm?"

You looked down and laid your palm on your core to your mid stomach. "Right here. You’re so deep in me. Feels like you’re in my tummy," You moaned. Harry’s thrust continued, he groaned loudly when your cunt clenched around his dick. Throwing his head back, Harry stretched your leg along with him. When he came to look at you, he laid his large hot palm against your stomach, pressing down. "Right here?"

"Y-yea. Right there."

It was like a heart beating hardly in your stomach. He kept pounding into you as moans and whimpers were being muffled in your mouth. "God. Bet Liam can’t fuck you like this, hmm angel?" You shook your head, "N-no." You’ve never felt this full. Your hole was stretched larger than it’s ever been. It hurt like shit but it felt so good. "I’ve been waiting so long to stuff such a tight cunt."

"I’m going to use you like the little whore you are," The degrading words sending a whirl on your tummy and you moan in response. "Please," You moan as you run into the brink of your second orgasm. "I’m so so so close."

How were you going to walk the next morning?

Ever since that night in Boston, he did as you said and used you. How you managed to get up that morning and work through the pain was above you both. But the agreement stayed. Whatever it was… quick fucks in the bathroom, a hard slow sensual neck kiss, an accidental rub against the thigh, he found a way to get near you. Just to touch you. After that night, you were like a drug. He was addicted to you. Harry couldn’t help but grow very possessive over you. Harry knew that he was going to have to share you. And shit, did it bug him whenever he has seen you two getting way too comfortable in front of him. Getting very angry whenever he sees you being close and cuddly with Liam. Whenever you can’t tend to him because you’re tending to Liam.

Even after a week and a half of the arrangement, Harry had watched as Liam had his hands just a couple of inches away from your ass as you placed a soft peck against his lips. You guys were sitting at the end of the lounge couch. You curled up in Liam’s side as he rested his palm against your lower back. He kissed you and you practically held back a gagged. You couldn’t help but grow a bitter taste in your mouth whenever he kissed you now that Harry was in the picture. Knowing Harry was observing every little thing you did with Liam and adding on for reasons to punish you later. Just the night before, Harry had claimed you as his. You still had the bruise on your ass and the marks on your core that gave the certification. He made you his, and only his. Maybe it was in the moment but he knew that you being just his wasn’t so possible with your current relationship status. But he was making it work. He swore he better not catch you with any marks from Liam, or any news that you fucked him. Or you would be in for it. When you’d look over at him and his long hair is being swung to one side and he has that mean look on his face. You would know when he’s feeling antsy or jealous when his nose flares and he does that eyebrow raise. His face would say, "Wait for tonight," and you’d gulp down in embarrassment, completely flushed.

When you both began to get very comfortable with the arrangement, one day, you took it upon yourself to send Harry some explicit photos of you. Photos of you half naked in the mirror. Cleavage, unbearable, against your chest, your body in view just enough to rile him up.

Harry Holy shit

Harry DID YOU JUST GET OUT THE SHOWER??

Harry ???

Y/n Going in the shower now

Harry Facetime me please

Harry Y/n pick up your phone

Harry Y/n that fucking photo

Harry You’re fucking thighs should be fucking wrapped around my head suffocating me right now

Harry You’re so fucking thick and pretty baby god

Smiling when you see his name popping up to FaceTime for the second time now, declining.

Y/n Can’t FaceTime right now. He’s sleeping.

Y/n I would answer but YOU don’t know how to stay quiet

Harry I’ll be quiet

Harry I promise

Harry Just answer baby please

You answered. How could you deny a "Baby please"? It was tempting not to just run over to his room and have him fuck you senseless.

Harry’s text would get really amusing to watch coming through your phone. The amount of times he needed you when you were tending to Liam is endless.

Harry Come to my room now, angel

Harry Come to me now

Harry Baby

Your personal favorite text is when he couldn’t control himself. When he needed you so bad his text began to get really specific in needs.

Harry So hard thinking about you. Can you come down to my room now? I don’t want to wait all tonight.

Harry Your ass looks so perfect in those shorts baby. So fucking hot

Harry Didn’t get the chance to say how much i loved your outfit.

Harry Your boobs look amazing.

You You were staring?🤨

Harry When am I not? I always stare at you baby

Harry Just a quick fuck right now

Harry Come on.

Harry Let’s go

Harry where the fuck are you

Shoving you into the bathroom, mouth instantly meeting your neck to place a harsh, kiss with the softest lips you can ever experience to your smooth skin. Harry anomalistically leaves hot kisses and marks of his tongue on your neck. "So what? Too busy fucking him to answer your bloody phone, huh?" His voice deep and raspy. Turning you around, untucking your white top from your skirt.

"I’m- I’m sorry." You whimpered, biting back the smirk that was growing as he manhandled you. The thought of getting caught with his bandmate’s girlfriend definitely startled Harry, don’t get him wrong. He was a big name and just one little thing or one big thing like this could fuck up his reputation. It was sneaky, and you liked it. Harry groped your large breast roughly, "Turn around," You did as told. "You know you’re not sorry. Too busy being a little cheating slut," His words making you moan and curse that him calling you such a degrading word made your core turn. The sound of his belt metal slapping and swinging around made your body shake as you were swung over the bathroom sink.

Harry slides your skirt up, a low groan leaving his throat at the view of your naked cunt. "Shit, no panties today? Who’d you do this for, hmm?" Harry ran his middle finger between your slick folds feeling warmth, spreading your wetness along your cunt as you dropped. "All for you, H." Harry grinned. "Having your bare cunt out f’me? Such a fucking slut. My little whore, is that right baby?"

"Y-y-yeah. I’m your whore," You arched your back holding on to the edge of the counter for leverage, Harry's fingers pound into you. His thick index and middle finger thrust into you, clenching around him instantly. Your hole still stretched from the night before and your walls suffocating his fingers like they were in a chokehold, making him groan as he began to move them in a ‘come hither’ motion. "Oh my god," You hissed out holding your mouth and muffling your devilish mewl. "Please, please. Faster, H. Faster," You got what you requested. Harry’s fingers moved faster and faster in you. Once again, it was like a little beat in your stomach. Harry knew how to make you feel things you’ve never felt before when sexually active, and you couldn’t be more grateful he had a mouth and fingers of a god.

"God you’re clenching around my fingers. I wish we had some more time so I could bury my cock in there." You whined, "Please. Fuck me, please," Your hooded eyes looked at him through the mirror hung in front of you. He hovers behind you, his fingers still thrusting, his lips adjusted above your ear. Pressing a gentle kiss against it, he whispers, "As if I didn’t split you and your tight cunt into two last night. Wasn’t enough, hmm?"

"No, no. Please- Fuck," You cried quietly, squeezing your legs together as your stomach tightened. "Oh fuck fuck fuck," The more you cursed the faster he went. Kissing down your neck and pressing himself against you. "You know I can’t fuck you right here baby. But god don’t you feel so good," He purred looking up in the mirror to see you completely blissed out. Mouth hung open, eyes clothed shut. He slapped his palm against your hip activating your weak legs.

Times like those were the times Harry could only squeeze in so little time with you.

It was rare for you to text Harry for a fuck. The main reason you would have texted him was when you and Liam had a another disagreement that turned into something more than what it should’ve.

Y/n Where are you right now? Are you in your room???

Harry Yes

Not so long after that, Liam arrives at Harry’s hotel room door. "Have ye’ seen Y/n? I can’t find ha’" Liam panicked. Harry put on a phony act.

"Uh- I think she was heading down stairs. She sounded pretty upset early. I think she said she was going on a walk to clear her mind before we had rehearsal. Y’all got into it, huh?"

"Ye’ I fucked up, mate. I really did," Liam shook his head before Harry wished him good luck on finding you and ran down to the hotel’s floor elevator. As for Harry, he shut the door and turned around to see spread out across his bed. Naked and ready to be his first meal of the day.

Having your phone on "Do Not Disturb" all day and sliding down on his text was your way of hiding his text. Some days you’d silence his text completely.

Harry Okay, can you unmute my text now

You you’re unmuted

Harry Thank you. Meet me in 20

You Sure

Harry Wasn’t a question.

Harry did not care. He was so reckless with the text. Knowing Liam was so trusting of you and your loyalty, he texted so freely.

Times when Harry felt it was time to soften his dominance were sometimes your favorite.

Harry I need to see you right now

Harry Quickie??????????

You A very very quick one

Harry Thanks love

You Harry. I’m not playing. Quick!

Was not quick.

At one point you and Liam’s relationship wasn’t going well. Having you to get your own hotel room instead of share because you needed space and also a way to sneak out to see Harry some nights.

You got out of Harry’s bed throwing on your bra and panties before he could complain. But it was too late. "Y/nnnnn," He whined out. His morning voice was deep and groggy. When you turned around to look at him, he was shirtless against the bed’s headboard. Harry in a man-bun but loose strands everywhere from his reckless sleeping. Harry admired your body, "You know…" He began and you let out a loud exaggerated sigh.

Harry rolled his eyes spinning his legs over the bed and walking over to your half naked body. Holding on to your waist. "I didn’t know this sharing stuff would be hard. I know we’re just fucking as a distraction to my failed love life but I don’t like sharing." You snort out a laugh at his comment about his love life and look up at him to see his dead serious expression.

"I-Well- You don’t have to worry about that much longer, H. Promise," You told him and his eyes widen. "Are you breaking up with him?" Harry’s voice was low like there was another soul in the room and you gave him a little giggle in response.

"Not for you. Don’t get cocky," You teased lightly, only a partial lie. "But yeah. I just feel like it’s bound to happen. So don’t worry, you’d get me all to yourself in no time," Wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing his bare chest, his breath hitched. "Mmh, you’re just perfect, aren’t you?"

After that morning, Harry couldn’t get the fact that you were officially breaking up with Liam out of his head. Harry grew more passionate in the arrangement and that wasn’t the plan. He wouldn’t say he caught feelings but definitely got more affectionate and all sex turned into some meaningful kisses that were never spoken upon.

TEMPORARY FIX PART TWO SNEAK PEAK HERE!

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[fkinavocado]

in which you were stood up by a tinder date and decide to walk into the record store you always used to go to back when you were in highschool to stare at that curly dimpled boy that worked there. when a long haired tattooed man approaches you, you almost don't recognize him… but he recognizes you.

Warnings & themes: 18+ (please no minors!!!), smutty smut-smut: this guy is kinky af (recordstore!harry, lhh, longhair!harry)

*miniseries consisting of one-shots (not a continuous string of events / each can be read as standalone)

Masterlist:

Recordstore romance

Insufferable

Property of Harry Edward Styles

Primal tendencies

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[purplecoffee13]

Are You Offering?*

Summary: Adalia, Harry’s former best friend and ex-friend-with-benefits gets drunk on a random Thursday night and Harry feels obligated to check on her.

Wc: 4.5k

Tropes: former best friends with loads of sexual tension. Longhair!Harry

Warnings: overstimulation, degradation, praising, edging, possessiveness if you squint real hard

A/N: ITS HARRY’S POV. This is originally something from a story I had written about twenty chapters for, but it didn’t stick. The smut did, though, so have this in the mean time while I try to get out of the biggest writers block of the century :)

Adalia is drunk.

It’s a Thursday night, Adalia is drunk, and who has to check on her? Me.

Okay so technically I don’t have to check on her, so what? It’s still annoying.

Adalia and I had been in the same friend group for a while. We used to be really close. Our mutual best friend Jordan always joked about her and me ending up together, and it made us realize the tension we had. It resulted in a friends-with-benefits relationship, because I wasn’t ready for a real one.

Then suddenly, she started dating this prick called Tommy. He was an insecure little bitch who ordered her around and she just let him. It frustrated the group to no end, so much that one day I found myself fighting him in an alley.

Adalia blamed me, and distanced herself from me ever since. You’d think we’d grown closer again after she found out Tommy cheated on her, but no. She stayed mad at me and I stayed mad at her for being mad at me.

It hasn’t been much later than two weeks when I’m stopping by Jordan’s house. He has been sick for a week and a half and I wanted to check up on him. He’s starting to feel better, he tells me. Then suddenly, our conversation is interrupted by a phone call.

It’s Adalia, asking something about going to the club together because she needs to get laid. Jordan tells her he can’t today, but will take her this Saturday. I hear a faint groan coming from the other line before they say their goodbyes and hang up.

Even though I stay there for another hour, I can’t get Adalia off my mind. I’m was worried about her and I don’t want her doing anything stupid.

As I'm driving down the streets an hour later, I can't help but think of one face. It bothers me, so I turn the volume of my music up, hoping to get my mind off it.

I find myself unconsciously driving to a house, one that is not mine. I step out of the car and walk up the front door, taking a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. It takes a while before the door opens, but when it does, I am met with wide eyes.

"What are you doing here?"

Is the first thing Adalia asks when she sees me. She is wearing a big shirt with shorts that can only be seen when she raises her arms. She quickly hides her body behind the door, realizing what she's wearing when she catches me eyeing her bare legs.

"Jordan said you were drunk." I meet her eyes.

"I was tipsy, and that was like an hour ago." She explains, her tone shows me that she is suspicious of my actions. "Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be hanging out with your friend?"

I shrug. "He needed his rest, so we cut it short. Anyway, he asked me if I could check up on you, make sure you hadn't ran off to a random club downtown."

"How much of that conversation did you hear?!" She groans, her eyebrows knitting together in anger and a bit of confusion. I give her a smirk, shrugging my shoulders again before stepping inside her apartment.

It's dimly lit, the television is on but the sound has been muted. On her coffee table, there is a lit candle from which I presume the vanilla smell stems that covers the entire apartment. I scan the furniture with my hand behind my back, taking in the different colors that are scattered through the apartment. It is exactly the opposite from my house, and not at all what I'd expected it to look like.

I hear the door close behind me, followed by some wood creaking footsteps. I can feel Adalia's presence behind me, but neither of us move.

"So?"

"So what?" I ask, unsure about her behavior, as it is not something I'm used to when it comes to her.

"What d'you think?" Her voice is so soft that it could nearly be classified as a whisper. I turn around, and am met with her relaxed posture, I even detect a hint of enjoyment in her eyes.

"Y'know, you're usually a bit more agitated when I'm around." I note, and she hums at my comment.

"Blame it on the alcohol."

My lips quirk up into a grin at her casual words, and I turn around to look at the interior of her house again, hands still behind my back. "So, you wanted to fuck some random guy from a club?"

"Or girl, I'm not picky." She swiftly claps back with a response that I did not expect. "Why? Have something better to offer?"

All of the muscles in my body automatically tense at her suggestive words. I have to swallow before I turn my body towards her and speak again.

"D'you want me to?" I slowly ask.

My voice has already grown more hoarse from the pure energy shift between us. The air has gotten thick, way too thick for me to walk out of here unscathed. I can feel my pants growing tighter with each second of our growing tension. I do nothing but watch as Adalia takes a few steps closer until she is right in front of me.

"Are you offering?"

As soon as those words have left her mouth, I hungrily push my lips onto hers, strengthening the intensity of the kiss by grabbing her face with my hand and pulling it closer to mine. We consist of nothing more than lust as we dance our tongues around each other and clutch to any body part we can find. It's unexpected but I felt it from the start, it's passion fueled by frustration, it's pure sex.

I let go of her face and use both of my arms to wrap her legs around me before I make my way to her couch. From the second I sit us down, her hips start rolling in just the right way to cause friction where I want, where I need it most. My hands clamp to her waist as she mercilessly dances against me, and she manages to get a guttural groan all the way from the back of my throat.

"Fuck.." I whisper under my breath.

"D'you like that?" I hear her breathy and seductive voice that somehow still holds a touch of innocence. I nearly cum in my pants at the sound of it.

"H-how could I not, darling?" I try to keep my composure. "Sweet girl, riding me so well."

The smirk with which she responds to the praise is devilish, and within seconds she stops moving above me.

"Take your hands off my waist." Adalia's sudden demand sounds serious, but I detect she has a plan in mind. I do as she says anyway, curious to see where this is going. She leans forward, her hot breath fanning against my ear.

"Tell me Harry," she softly whispers, and I close my eyes and clench my jaw, trying my hardest not to flip us over and fuck her into oblivion until she forgets her own name. "Do you think you could cum from just this?"

As she forms the sentence, she rolls her hips against me, and I moan at the fierce contact. "S-shit... yes, love."

I hear the small sigh from the mention of my nickname for her, and I have to stop my lips from curling upwards. She might think she's in control right now, but this still proves the exact opposite.

Without another word she begins riding me, fully clothed with the friction of the fabric only making it worse. It takes everything in me not to dig my nails into her waist. I groan and curse shamelessly, enjoying this far too much to keep my cool anymore.

Adalia keeps whispering messy, dirty encouraging words into my ear that singlehandedly make me go feral, and it doesn't take a lot of time before I can feel a high getting close.

"Jesus fuck- Adalia, if you keep going like this I'm gonna fucking cum." I warn her, but for her that seems to be a reason to go faster than before. I throw my head back, accepting that she is really about to make me cum in pants. Or so I thought, because she stops very abruptly when I'm about to tip off the edge.

She edged me?

I look at her with a deeply furrowed brow, her face that has nothing but delight written all over it. She gets off my lap and kneels on the ground in front of the couch, between my spread legs. I look at her, leaned back against the couch,  still coming down from the immense pleasure I was experiencing just a few seconds ago.

She starts fiddling with my trousers, and once she's lowered my zipper, I push up my hips so she can take my pants off. My cock springs out of my underpants and falls onto my lower stomach. I have to admit that I take some pride in the fact that Adalia's eyes still grow wide despite having seen my cock a number of times in the past.

She quickly regains her confidence, though, spitting some saliva into her right hand and reaching for my cock. I hiss when she starts stroking me, shifting in my seat a bit.

"How'd you like me sucking your cock, Harry? Is that something you'd enjoy?"

I simply grin at her and her smug attitude, grazing my hand over her hair. "Well, I was offering, wasn't I?"

She smiles back and lowers her mouth onto my cock. With my jaw set, I moan at the sudden boldness with which she takes nearly all of me in her mouth at once before pulling back entirely. She strokes my dick a couple of more times before applying her mouth again, and when she does, she doesn't hold back.

I examine her movements, in total awe of how she manages to satisfy me in just the way I need with her filthy mouth. My eyes avert from her and I look around the apartment and it's cute, cozy decor. The way her day to day personality polarizes her attitude when it comes to sex might be one of the biggest turn ons I have ever experienced.

"Look at you," I automatically start talking, I can't help it with the way she is so desperately sucking my cock. "You're enjoying this even more than me, aren't you?"

Her moan vibrates onto my dick and I tighten my grip on her hair in response. I bite my lip at the delicious sight in front of me, and a part of me wants to let her finish me up, but I do the opposite instead. With a harsh pull, I take her mouth away from my cock. She gasps, her lips are swollen and a tear drop trickles from her right eye.

"You've had your fun love, it's my turn again." I announce to her. "Take your pants off and come sit on my lap again."

She stays silent as she takes off her shorts and her panties before slowly positioning herself on my lap again. With my cock on my lower stomach, I place her just so she sits by the base of my cock, being able to grind over it if I would command her to.

My fingers hover over to her pussy, and she gasps when I finally touch her. She is absolutely drenched, add that up to the list of panties I've already ruined.

"You're soaked, love." I softly tell my observation to her, and she whimpers when my thumb grazes over her clit. "Enjoyed sucking me off so much, did you?"

"Yes.." she answers, her hips moving at my degrading words for her. It still surprises me how she likes to receive the exact same things I usually like to give, at least it makes us a good pair in one field.

"Fucking filthy... Nearly made me cum just now. Did you need that? Did you need to feel control for a little bit?" I softly stroke her folds, and she nods at my questions, confirming my suspicions.

"I just want you to know love." I grab her chin, and turn her head to me, forcing her to look at me. "You were only in control because I allowed you."

Her eyes soften as I shove my fingers inside of her, and a loud moan erupts form her mouth. A string of stumbling curse words leave her mouth as I push my index and middle finger in and out of her, turning her into a weak mess. She attempts to mumble how good I'm making her feel, but the pleasure is taking too much of her energy.

"Take off your shirt." I demand.

"Take off yours."

A smirk falls from my lips at her bold reply, but I accept it, pulling my fingers out of her (which is received with a disappointed whimper) and rapidly taking off my shirt. She watches with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, which is replaced with a wide open mouth when I slide my fingers back inside of her. She takes off her shirt, revealing her gorgeous, full breasts.

I impulsively react by working my fingers faster on her, and she arches her back in pure erotic bliss. My free hand grabs onto one of her tits and starts massaging them and playing with her nipples, knowing it to be a sensitive spot. She cries out my name, not seeming to care if anyone hears.

"How does it feel, love?"

"Keep going! Please- I'm gonna cum." She whines, her hips starting move along to get her closer to her high. To add a little more pace, I start to rub her clit, which seems to intensify her pleasure even more as she starts to actually scream my name.

So, I stop.

Her legs are shaking, so desperate for a release that all of a sudden won't come anymore. She looks at me, anger written all over her face. Before I even get to bark out my next order, she places her hands on her clit and starts rubbing frantically.

My jaw clenches, frustrated that she is being so stubborn, but a second plan hits my mind, so I let her fuck herself with her own fingers.

Her eyebrows curl upwards and her jaw is slack as she comes all over her own fingers, and while she experiences the aftershocks, her cum drips onto my cock. With her eyes still closed, she doesn't see me placing my cock in front of her entrance, but she does feel it when I impale her on my dick.

"Ah! Harry!" She calls out as I pound upwards into her. Her whole body, still weak from her orgasm, bounces at each of my harsh trusts.

"That's what you get for being a fucking impatient whore." I bark at her, watching her crumble under the intensity of my touch.

I lower myself until I'm completely out of her, and throw her next to me on the couch. She falls face first and I quickly get off the couch as she tries to get herself up with her hands. Without so much as a warning, I grab her hips and guide her until she is standing in front of the couch, bent over for me.

I grab a handful of her hair and pull at it when I enter inside of her again. The pathetic whines that leave her throat encourage me to immediately pick up my pace, which she seems to like judging from her vocal response.

"Y'know you wouldn't get this treatment from a stranger you meet in the club." I tell her as I keep my tempo steady. I can feel the sweat dripping from my forehead, and the skin slapping sounds have risen the temperature of the already warm room.

"It was worth a-  ah! It's worth a try." Adalia stammers out, her breath hitching at every thrust.

"Yeah? You don't want to be fucked by me anymore?" I ask her, and when she doesn't answer I give a harsh tug on her hair. "Want me to stop?"

She stays relatively quiet, apart from the messy whimpers coming from her. I roll my eyes and stop moving, keeping my cock inside of her.

"N-no! Don't stop, please don't stop.." She cries. I immediately start moving again, partly because I desperately need too. I watch as she clamps onto the couch cushion until her knuckles turn white, and by the way her walls are clenching around me, I am indirectly told that she isn't going to last long anymore.

"That's what I thought." I taunt her, slapping her ass. She gasps at the sudden sting and I admire the red handprint starting to form on her ass. I pull out of her again, turning her around so she is leant back on the couch and facing me.

"Want to see your face when I make you cum." I say before entering her sweet, soaked pussy again. Her tits bounce at the forceful way that I ram back into her, and her eyes roll into the back of her head. "Are you close, Adalia?"

She bites her bottom lip, nodding fiercely while trying to contain the volume of her endless sobs of pleasure. Her hands reach for my chest and she digs her nails in, just like she did with the couch cushion a few seconds ago. I groan, my orgasm coming faster now that she is touching me too. My left hand travels to her clit and starts rubbing it, wanting her to cum before I do so she can drench my entire cock with the consequences of the effect I have on her.

"Harry I- Fuck!" She screams so loud that I am now completely sure the neighbors have heard us. Her legs tremble as she comes all over me. I watch in awe at the orgasm and the impact it has on her body. I keep thrusting into her, getting dangerously close but wanting to ride her through her orgasm.

After she has calmed a bit, I softly get my dick out of her, starting to stroke it to get to my own high.

"Cum for me Harry, please, I need it." She begs, knowing it will send me over the edge, and it does exactly that. I moan as my orgasm finally reaches my body, and I spurt my cum over her stomach and tits.

We both take a bit of time to come down from everything, staying in the same position and just focusing on regulating our breathing again. I look at her with a smirk on my face, and watch joyfully as she wipes some cum off her tits and puts her finger in her mouth.

I dive my head into her pussy and her back immediately arches when my tongue comes in contact with her clit. I originally intended to just lick her up and kiss her to taste us together, but her immediate whimpers have me changing my plan.

I flick my tongue around her clit and lick her clean, all while she struggles to get out anything that even sounds like a word.

"H-Harry.. I- oh my god, oh.." Adalia grabs my hair, tugging on it in an attempt to calm me down. I know she is extremely sensitive right now, but it'll make her cum more easily. "I don't— I can't.. ah!"

I take my mouth off her for a second, replacing it with my finger. "Yes you can. C'mon, come for me again love."

It's just the name I needed to use before putting my mouth on her again, and within a few seconds, she's cumming all over my face. A string of incoherent words leave her mouth, and her hand that was tightly holding my hair slowly loosens it's grip.

This time, I solely help her ride out her high. When I come up to see her face, her eyes are closed and she looks extremely weak from the three, or technically two, orgasms I've brought her.

I get up from the couch and walk towards what I assume to be the bathroom, to grab a towel. With one in hand, I hurry back to the couch and clean her up. She is extremely sensitive, flinching every time the towel grazes her skin a little too hard.

After everything has been cleaned up, Adalia lifts herself off the couch to go to the bathroom, her legs shaking with every step she takes. I wait in the living room until she returns.

The toilet flushes and soon enough she is limping out of the bathroom. She has put on a new pair of panties (God knows where she grabbed those), and is walking on a pair of slippers. She seats herself on the edge of the couch and looks at me with a sympathetic smile.

"You don't have to stay."

I stare blankly at her for a few seconds, the words need some time to register in my brain. She is right, I don't have to be here for any longer than needed. I can walk out the door without a worry, I don't have a reason to stay.

I can't believe I don't have a reason to stay anymore.

I swallow, gathering words in my brain but only one comes out. "Right.."

We maintain our eye contact for a couple more seconds before I get up from the couch. I look around the room one last time, unconsciously stalling my leaving, and then start strolling towards the front door.

I turn around, checking if I won't hear any peep from Adalia, but she is just smiling at me. The side of my lips quirk up for a second, casually returning her kind gesture.

"Bye." I hear her sweet voice as I open the door.

"Bye." I manage to say faintly, my voice sounding bored and monotone, when that could not be further from the truth. I walk through the door, letting it shut behind me. I stand still as soon as I hear the click, reaching for my pocket to fetch my car keys.

I feel a pang in my chest when I hear the jingling sound, I didn't leave them inside by accident. My feet feel like cement as I walk towards the elevator, too heavy to carry all the way downstairs. My eyes keep staring into the distance while making my way back to the car. Once inside with the door shut, a groan leaves my mouth.

Frustration runs through my veins. It feels as though this interaction has only enriched the amount of irritation, instead of lowering it.

I didn't have a reason to stay.

The thought keeps haunting my mind, all the way home. Even as I lie in my bed, I stare at the ceiling and it comes back to me. I didn't have that obligation, she didn't expect me to sit there with her. I didn't have a reason because she didn't need me to stay.

So why does a part of me want a reason?

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[harryseightynine]

rose; introduction

here’s a piece of something i thought i’d write about and will probably write more of! the harry of this trope is the harry in 2014 (bandana/frat) and longhair!harry.

warnings: pregnancy & kids. fluff & short : )

masterlist | ask

“When will she be born?” Your youngest son, Nate, asked you while looking at your belly where his little sister is.

“At the end of this month.” You replied, smiling as you noticed the excitement in his eyes. “Are you looking forward to meeting her?”

“Much.”

You both laughed and continued talking. Nate telling her about his day at school and how he couldn’t wait to show Rose all of his toys.

Being 26 years old and having 3 children and being pregnant is not an easy task and requires a lot of calm. YN loved her kids, they were everything she could ever want but when you become a mom coming out of adolescence and into adulthood and having a boyfriend who travels the world all the time, it’s not something anyone is used to.

Harry and YN met before he even auditioned for X-FACTOR, your families being friends and the two practically growing up together. He is two years older, they started dating when she was 14 and he was 16 and they continued that way until she turned 18. To say that their relationship was the most beautiful thing and that they looked so happy all the time, as the Internet labels them, would be a mistake.

During the 4 years of relationship, without children, everything seemed complicated. While he traveled around, singing and doing what he loved most, she was studying for exams waiting for him to return to Hometown. On vacation, she’d manage to take a few weeks off to join him on tour and have some time just for the two of them, traveling somewhere quiet or just staying at home, lying down and cuddling.

When she turned 18, for a while, everything looked good. She wasn’t busy with college – wanting to take some time off before studying again – and they had plenty of time just for themselves. Most of 2014 was filled with joy, smiles, kisses and everything else anyone could want.

Until July, when everything changed.

YN was sick for about three days, thinking it was food poisoning, vomiting and having headaches. The idea of ​​her being pregnant never crossed her mind, not least because she and Harry always used protection.

YN was at her sister’s house, decided to stay there for a few days to help her with her newborn niece, when the pregnancy issue came up.

As Claire commented to her friend and YN about how she found out she was expecting a child, she then talked about the symptoms she was having, being the same ones YN had been experiencing lately.

When she realized she was likely to be pregnant, she went quiet, losing attention to the conversation and starting to get scared.

***

As soon as YN left Claire’s house, she ran to the pharmacy closest to her house and bought 5 different tests. Grief was already flooding through her and she just prayed that she wasn’t actually pregnant.

She couldn’t be. That’s the problem. She just can’t be pregnant.

Maybe later, when she and Harry were settled, when she was graduated and in a good steady job, maybe when she and Harry got married. It could be anytime but now.

On top of all these factors, there was Harry’s career in it all. He was world famous, playing shows all over the world and he made money from that. He was only 20 and she was 18, how could they raise a child?

YN waited nervously for 5 minutes while the tests were done. She was lost in thought, from bad to worse, anxious about what would happen if those tests had two lines, indicating that she was indeed pregnant.

When her cell phone alarm went off, she blinked, a little dizzy, and went back to the bathroom, where the answer was.

It wouldn’t be surprising to say that she almost fell backwards.

***

Over time, Harry and YN managed to adjust to the lives of new parents. Harry cut back on the number of shows, only going early in the pregnancy and when she was six months old, he definitely took time off from everything just to be with them.

They don’t regret having Hazel young, in fact, they think they couldn’t have had a better time for it. Obviously, there were disagreements, insecurities and fears in the beginning, but everything calmed down over time.

Now here they are, with 3 girls and 1 boy. 8 year old Hazel, 4 year old Caroline and Nate and Rose, getting ready to come into the world.

Hazel was like a typical big sister, always protecting her siblings and she was brave and smart. Nate, he was messier and funnier, laughing at everything and getting up to speed. Caroline, on the other hand, was determined, liked to dedicate herself to things, even if it was only with her dolls; she could say she was like YN, while the other two were just like Harry.

They couldn’t wait to meet Rose.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry edward styles #harry styles headcanon #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x oc #harry styles writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #harry smut #harry styles fic #harry styles fic rec #my writing #dadrry #dad!harry #harry styles series #harry styles fanfiction

[the-herdier]

Disco Elysium Cat AU:

Cuno- One of two orange tabby kittens you found in a dumpster behind a convenience store at 2 am. Hissed and spat at everything at first, but is now adjusting well. Typical play behavior involves crab walking and is very talkative. Catnip makes him bunny kick anything and everything.

Cunoesse- The other kitten. Still hisses and spits at you on occasion. At three months old, she killed an intruding rat almost as big as herself and disemboweled it on the carpet for everyone to see. Has been destroying vermin both fake AND real with ease ever since.

Harry- Huge brown tabby walking disaster of a Maine Coon. Needs his butt fur clipped. Often falls asleep in positions that make you wonder how the hell he's comfortable. Once got his head stuck in a catnip bag and nearly destroyed an entire room trying to get it off. Depending on the day, will either adore or be unable to stand the presence of the other cats. Except the kittens. He loves them always.

Kim- Shorthair white bobtail with black spots. Looks like a pushover. Is NOT a pushover- something the kittens learned very quickly. Is the reason you have to bang on your car's engine before you start it. Also loves the highest spot in the cat tree. Mostly keeps to himself, except when he's snuggling up with Harry.

Jean- Medium-hair tuxedo. Cranky meow. Loves catnip more than he lets on. Has lived with Harry for years and is used to his antics. Grooms everyone, whether they'd like to be groomed or not. Will bite you if you try to stop him.

Klassje- the neighbor's white Persian. Gleefully teases your crew either from the fence or in the window.

Judit- Brown tabby longhair. Probably the most patient cat in the house in that she tolerates everyone. Happily mothers the kittens. Usually occupies the second-highest spot in the cat tree.

#disco elysium #harry du bois #judit minot #jean vicquemare #cuno de ruyter #cunoesse #klaasje disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #cat au

[saturnsmidnight]

model!reader & harry | storyline (1)

note: i had this idea and wanted to do it, hope you like it! who knows, maybe i’ll make some one-shots inspired by that?

masterlist | ask

2016

liked by ynfan1, harrystyles and others

yourusername my very realistic and pretty average evening routine is now live on YouTube!

ynfan1 NEW CONTENT FINALLY

ynfan2 where did you get those PJ’s at?

↳ ynylncloset it’s from oliviavonhalle

harryfan1 she’s screaming happiness in this new video

harrystyles where are my credits for recording and editing?

↳ yourusername what credits? lol

↳ harryfan2 he left 1D to become editor of YN’s

↳ harryfan3 this friendship is something i never imagined would happen

↳ yourbff no ones imagined

liked by harrysunflowers, harryfan4 and others

dailystyles Harry at Adele’s concert (LA, August 9th 2016).

harryfan4 HIS HAAAAAAAAAAIR

harryfan5 i miss longhair harry

dailystyles Update: apparently he was with some friends (Xander Ritz, Jeff & Glenne and YN/YLN).

↳ harryfan6 yn and harryyyyy

↳ harryfan7 im loving to see it

↳ harryfan8 ok, but did you ever think they would be THE COUPLE

↳ harryfan9 imagining and crying

2017

liked by taylor_hill, gemmastyles and others

yourusername Happy 23, H! I love you to the moon and back, I’m so grateful for having you in my life❤️

ynfan3 OH MY GOD SHE JUST-

↳ ynfan4 SHE DID IT

ynfan5 shocked but not surprised

harryfan8 YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

harrystyles Thank you so much, baby ♥️ I’m the luckiest just to have you by my side.

↳ harryfan10 im crying

↳ ynandharry they are my everything

annetwist So glad you are with us, darling 🎂

yourmother Happy Birthday, Harry! Wishing you the best day ever.

liked by harryfan5, harryandyn and others

people Harry Styles (23) and YN/YLN (26) were spotted together earlier today after the model and influencer confirmed the relationship through an Instagram post wishing her partner a Happy Birthday. To see more, visit the link in our bio.

harryfan11 I’m really loving seeing them together.

ynfan6 it couple

harryfan12 is she older than him?

↳ ynfan7 3 years is not like 10

larrieshipper stunt larry is real 💙💚

↳ harryandyn get out

2018

liked by ynfan8, harryfan13 and others

yndaily YN out today in Los Angeles. See more on our gallery.

ynfan9 my woman

harryfan14 i miss her daily videos

↳ ynfan5 same

harryfan15 she is pregnant?

↳ ynfan10 no, why?

↳ harryfan15 it seems

↳ larrieshipper2 she’s fast

↳ harryfan7 ????

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry edward styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles masterlist #harry styles blurb #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fics #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles blog #harry styles fake social media #harry styles fic rec #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fake instagram

[alias-milamber]

Sometimes, you see things you are suprised you didn't see on Tumblr first:

[AVClub: Kristen Stewart gets buff vengeance in this trailer for Love Lies Bleeding] : There’s not a single thing about the premise for Saint Maud director Rose Glass’ Love Lies Bleeding that does not sound awesome: It stars Kristen Stewart as the manager of a gym who falls in love with an aspiring bodybuilder named Jackie (Katy O’Brian) who gets involved with a bad crowd—specifically the criminal father of Stewart’s character, played by a longhaired Ed Harris (Ed Longharris). Together, they embark on some kind of quest for vengeance while dodging bad guys and law enforcement guys.

#a24 #a24 films #av club #love lies bleeding #Youtube

[peonyblossom]

17 and 20 for the trauma asks for your ILS MCs

Okay I am going to do this for Every Single It Lives MC I have so far which is So Many because I love them all

ILITW

Harry (Andy and Noah romancer) 17. Do they have any pets? Yes! A black kitty named Trash Baby (Trash for short), a crow named Merlin, and a vine creature named Moss 20. Will they recover from their trauma or will it consume them? Considering he becomes Redfield at the end of ILITW I would say that at first the trauma consumes him, but after Noah brings him back in ILW he learns to recover (very, very slowly)

Raven (Ava romancer) 17. Yes, a black cat named Cattywampus, a crow named Morgana, and a vine creature named Twiggy. 20. Same as Harry. She becomes Redfield, so the trauma consumes her for a while, but she eventually recovers after she comes back.

Jesse (Connor romancer) 17. Yes, a black cat named Alley, a crow named Midnight, and a vine creature named Mossy Boy. I also hc that he and Connor adopt a second cat after they get married who is a tabby cat named Tapioca. 20. He will recover from his trauma. (He doesn't get Redfielded)

ILB

Issak 17. Yes, a jackalope named Jackalope 20. Yes, eventually

Fiona (Imogen romancer) 17. Yes, a jackalope named Bunny. I also headcanon that she and Imogen adopt a longhair kitty and name her Princess 20. Yes, eventually

River (Tom romancer) 17. Yes, a jackalope named Forest 20. Yes, eventually

ILW

Ollie (Abel romancer) 17. No 20. Yes, eventually

Keagan (Lincoln romancer) 17. Yes, I headcanon that they and Lincoln adopt two cats after they get married. A black cat named Ink and a tuxedo cat named Bowie 20. It will consume them for a while. Eventually they will recover, years down the line.

Lottie (Amalia romancer) 17. No 20. Yes, eventually

#answered

[breha]

hometown blues // a century of sounds about and out of new orleans for louis de pointe du lac to throw out and then dig out of the trash ten minutes later

01. wolverine blues jelly roll morton (1923) 02. out of nowhere king oliver (1926) 03. basin street blues louis armstrong (1928) 04. new orleans hop scop blues bessie smith (1930) 05. i’m putting all my eggs in one basket the boswell sisters (1932) 06. on the sunny side of the street louis armstrong (1934) 07. you always hurt the one you love bunk johnson (1944) 08. do you know what it means to miss new orleans? billie holiday (1947) 09. tipitina professor longhair (1953) 10. summertime / sometimes i feel like a motherless child mahalia jackson (1956) 11. bourbon street blues louis prima (1959) 12. walking to new orleans fats domino (1960) 13. pagan love song sweet emma barrett (1963) 14. big chief professor longhair (1964) 15. second line duke ellington (1970) 16. soul sister allen toussaint (1972) 17. what’cha say the meters (1974) 18. put out the light james booker (1976) 19. night people lee dorsey (1978) 20. brother john / iko iko the neville brothers (1981) 21. st. louis blues preservation hall jazz band (1982) 22. ma tit fille buckwheat zydeco (1987) 23. and the band played on wynton marsalis (1993) 24. spaceship relationship dr. john (1994) 25. i’ll be glad when you’re dead treme brass band (1995) 26. way down yonder in new orleans harry connick, jr (2001) 27. treme song john boutté (2003) 28. crazy bout my boifriend sissy nobby (2010) 29. dangerous big freedia (2014) 30. american tune allen toussaint (2016) 31. it ain’t no use trombone shorty (2017) 32. movement 11’ jon batiste (2021) 33. communion in my cup tank and the bangas, the ton3s (2022)

#iwtv #interview with the vampire #iwtv playlists #does this have much at all to do with iwtv? debatable. is it full of tracks that fuck? absolutely