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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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Golden

Summary: Harry invites y/n to where they're filming his Golden music video and things get steamy

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, semi public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, fluffy filth

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

HS1 HARRY

I look around, still in the most absolute awe about where Harry brought me.

Amalfi Coast in Italy.

It's absolutely beautiful, but I gotta say, there's just one things that absolutely tops it.

And that's Harry.

I rest my chin in my hands as I watch Harry lean up against some rocks for some photos. His arms are crossed and he's wearing this adorable yellow hat with floral print pants.

He looks amazing. Tanned and tattooed. The sun gleaming on him at just the right angles, fuck.

He gets me so turned on without even trying, and he knows it too.

He glances over at me and smirks slightly. He gives me a thumbs up and tilts his head. I nod and smile, giving him a thumbs up back.

He smiles and goes back to looking at the camera, glancing over at me every once and a while.

Eventually, they wrap up the photo session, and Harry walks over to me, "Hey."

"Hey." I stand up and look up at him, "How was your shoot?"

He smiles and shrugs, "Good." He holds his hand out, "I want to show you something."

I take his hand, "Okay." I smile and look down at my hand in his, "Where are we going?"

He looks over at me and smiles, "Just come on."

Harry never let's go of my hand once the whole time we talk to where he's taking me.

"Here we are." He motions, "This was one of the spots I shot my video at and the whole time.." he chuckles slightly, "I kept thinking about bringing you here."

I smile and I can feel my cheeks getting red, "Oh, wow. It's.." I look out at the gorgeous colored water, "It's beautiful." He steps in front of me, "I knew you'd like it."

I look up at him and he cups my cheeks, "Thank you for coming with me."

I lay a hand on his, "I wouldn't have missed this for anything."

He leans in and gently presses his lips to mine, "Want to go for a swim?"

I nod, "Yes."

He takes off his pants, surprisingly having short on underneath, "Smart." I say with a laugh as I lift my tank top over my head.

His eyes flicker over my body and up to my eyes, "Yeah, well, with shooting here and there. I just-" He laughs, "I guess it was smart."

I kick my shorts off and cross my arms over my stomach, my insecurities getting the best of me. Harry walks over and gently touches my arms with his hands, "You don't ever have to cover up around me."

He kisses my forehead and gently pulls my arms away, "You're absolutely stunning, love."

I let my arms drop and I smile shyly, "Thank you." I whisper quietly.

He tilts my chin up and kisses my lips, "Are you afraid of heights?"

I tilt my head, "Huh?"

"Have you ever been cliff jumping?" He continues to stare at me and I slowly shake my head, "No."

"Do you want to?"

I nod my head, trying my best to not show how scared shitless I just got.

He tilts his head, "Are you sure? We do-"

I cut him off, "No I want to." I laugh slightly, "I've always wanted to." He kisses my head and grabs my hand, "Well only go to the small jump first."

He leads me up the path to the first cliff and I slowly look over, "This is a small jump?"

He laughs slightly and shrugs, "Yeah, I guess so."

I take a deep breathe and grip his hand tighter, "Can you jump with me?" He nods and pulls me close to him, "Of course I can. Whenever you're ready, y/n."

I close my eyes and take a deep breathe again, "Okay."

"When we jump, keep your legs straight, okay?" He walks me up to the edge and interlocks his fingers with mine, "You can do it! I'll be right there with you."

I smile and nod, "One, two, three, jump. Okay?"

"Okay. You count off."

I start to count and next thing I know I'm in the air, going down to the water. I let out a scream and hold my breathe before we hit the water.

I start to panic because i let go of Harry's hand and now I can't find him.

I come up to the surface and calm down, spinning in circles looking for Harry.

He swims up behind me and wraps and arm around my waist, "Hey. Hey. I'm right here."

I spin around and wrap my arms around his neck, "That was.. exhilarating." I laugh, "I can't believe I did that."

He smiles at me, "You sure did, come on let's go to the more shallow end." He swims us over to the rocks and stands up, the water just below his shoulders.

"Thank you for making me do that." I swim closer to him, "I wouldn't have done that if you weren't with me."

He smiles and holds his arm out, "You did it." I walk over to him and he lifts me off the ground, his arm tight around my waist.

I bite my lip and gently trace his tattoos on his arm, "You know.." I look up at him and he slowly looks over at me, "What?"

"We could.. go back to the hotel.. and you can help me relieve all the sexual frustration you caused me today."

"Sexual frustration?" He smirks, "I was just-"

"Exactly." I glance up at him and slowly slide my hand across his chest, "Seeing you.. be you.. it's enough for me t-"

He pushes his lips against mine, kissing me with passion. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.

He slides a hand down between our bodies and slips it into my suit bottoms, his finger toys with my clit and I gasp against his lips.

He walks us up and sets me down. He lays his pants out for me to lay on, "Here so the rocks don't scratch your back."

I smile and lean up to kiss him. I sit down and he leans down, slowly laying me back as he moves above me, "That okay?"

I nod and cup his face, "Perfect."

He bites his lip and his hand goes back down to slip inside my suit bottoms, sliding his two fingers up and down my slit.

I bite my lip and close my eyes, moaning as he slips them inside. I arch my back and grip his arm as he slowly pumps them in and out, "That feel good?" He asks lowly.

I open my eyes and nod, "Yes." I breathe out, "So good."

He leans down and kisses my neck, I search for the hand of his shorts and untie them. I slip my hand in and gently squeeze his cock.

Quiet groans escape Harry's lips, "Fuck."

I gasp and clench around his fingers, "H-Harry."

He nods, "Go ahead, baby."

I cum around his fingers and dig my heels into the rock below me, "Shit."

He takes his fingers out and brings them up to my lips. Before he says anything, I wrap my lips around them and he watches in awe.

He pulls them out and reaches down to slip my bottoms off. I take my hand from his shorts and lift myself up slightly. He sets them aside and takes his shorts off, getting back on top of me

"I don't have anything, do you still want to?" He asks looking at me.

I nod, "It'll be okay." I smile, "I trust you."

He nods and positions himself. He moans as he slides inside of me. I gasp and dig my nails into his arm, "Fuck, Harry."

He leans down and kisses me as he thrusts slowly, "You feel so good." He whispers, "You look so beautiful."

I smile and bite my lip as I wrap and arm around his neck, enjoying every second of how good Harry makes me feel.

Our lips move in sync as he slides his cock in and out, in and out.

We share moans and gasps and I whimper as I can feel him fucking me to my orgasm. I moan and tangle my fingers in his hair.

He moans as I tug, "Shit, y/n."

I clench around him and I let out a loud moan. His thrust become slower before he pulls out, releasing onto my stomach.

He pants and shakes his head, "Fuck."

I lay there, trying to calm myself down as my chest rapidly rises and falls.

Sex with Harry is always great, but that, that was more.

"Here, you can just use these." He picks up the other pant leg and gently wipes my stomach off. I grab him before he goes to pull away and I press my lips against his, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For loving me the way you do."

He smiles and brushes hair from my face, "You don't have to thank me for that." He kisses me and hands me my bottoms, "Let's go back to the hotel."

He winks and I smile, knowing that it's going to be a long, but love filled night.

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foxes-that-run · 28 days

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Do you think Conplicated Freak is Haylor

Hi, thanks for this ask, it has been ages since I wrote one of these as I've been busy and I enjoyed it.

I think so because of Little Freak and the themes and because the muse is with someone else. Kendall was around that time, but I don't think she fits as well. I really like it too.

Complicated Freak

When was it written, what was going on

It was written between 19 February and 7 May 2016:

Harry said Sweet Creature was the first song he wrote "for the album" and it was a few weeks after his birthday, he was pictured in the studio 19 February.

It is one of the songs listed on the white board behind Harry when his hair was still long. He posted to Instagram that he cut it 7 May 2016.

This post about April 29 and the 2016 timeline which fits this song.

When it leaked

It was in the large leak with Trouble, Already Home, Anna and Medicine during Coachella 20 April 2022.... We all agree Harry should be paid for his music and I would love an album of his unreleased music. This large leak had interesting timing. Taylor had written YLM in December, in 17 April Harry played Boyfriends "To BFs everywhere F U", 19 April (2 years before TTPD) Drake randomly tweeted support to Taylor and then several Harry-Haylor songs leaked on 20 April.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] She got wrapped up in somebody else I'm wrapped up, stuck in love with myself I never saw this coming around But I miss her skin on me now

This verse reminds me of these photos. The first photo of the left was taken and extremely widely publicised 16 March 2016. He left LA and looked miserable in London that week, he got a parking ticket too. I would guess the song is written after he and Taylor both returned to LA 25 March, he was near the studio on 20 April, (after Coachella) and in a mood.

Harry had been tweeting, writing Sweet Creature and sounding very interested in Taylor x, x, x and x. (The second photo is 4 July 2015)

[Verse 2] Tip of my tongue she's pulling my hair I do what she wants anywhere Back seat of the car and up in the air But I miss how she kissed everywhere

This verse Harry is thinking back to when he was with the muse. The references to (hella good) hair, cars and planes are Haylor themes.

There was something in these early HS1 songs I tell you. Without You, is an earlier song, possibly from 2015, but has a really similar reference "Now you’re with him i must admit I’m missing / The part of your skin / You always liked me kissing"

[Chorus] I can't get you off my mi-i-ind I can't get you off my mi-nd I still crave it, complicated freak I still crave it, complicated freak I still crave it, complicated freak

Can't get you off my mind:

Harry has this exact line in Late Night Talking "Now you're in my life / I can't get you off my mind"

Adore you "Lately you've been on my mind"

Where do Broken Hearts Go "Mind is running in circles of you and me"

More on minds

Crave it - Harry and Taylor have linked their relationship to a drug, or addiction as a theme.

Also the title is like Little Freak and Pop Tarts "You're a dirty little monster"

[Verse 3] Turned up too late one too many times Bad choice of words in my alibi I guess I love crazy, out of your mind You lost your head, so I'll give you mine

I love the playful end to this verse. It's a nice furthering of the story from Pop Tarts "Walked you home but you said "Bonne nuit" / Should have known you don't give head out for free"

Crazy is a Haylor theme

#Haylor #Harry Styles #Unrelased #Complicated freak

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goldencherryhazz · 2 years

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Don’t Worry Darling

An: so a certain trailer was released today and if you think I am mentally stable you thought wrong, here is a fic to celebrate it hope you enjoy, note and reblogs would be much appreciated <3

Warnings: tiny bit of fluff, smut mostly!!

Harry had insisted that he showed you the trailer for Don’t Worry Darling for months but you had kept insisting that you wanted to watch it when it was released properly to the world, wanting to experience the same excitement and anticipation that everyone else would.

But nothing prepared you for this trailer.

‘Y’ready baby’ Harry asks sitting up against the headboard with you, your phone in hand as you wait exitedly for HSHQ or Olivia to tweet the trailer.

‘I don’t think I’ll ever be prepared’ a smile beaming on your face and he pulls your body so your we’re both squished side by side.

‘Love it when you get excited darling’ he kisses you forehead, and he can practically feel the excitement radiating off of you.

You don’t give him a response because as soon as he uttered those words hshq tweeted the video and it has you frantically clicking the link, you let out a scream when it starts playing, you tap his thigh repeatedly with your hand as if to tell him what was happening as it he couldn’t see what what was playing infront of his eyes.

‘I know baby, I know’ he says.

The video starts to play out, and not many words are exchanging between the two of you except for the occasional ‘oh my god’ from you and your hand slapping over you mouth at certain parts.

After a couple of minutes you phone screen turns black as the trailer comes to an end, you are breathless even though you hadn’t even moved from your spot but the rush of adrenaline and the scenes you had watched had such and effect of you.

‘D’you like it baby?’

‘Can I play it again’ was all that you managed to say.

‘Yeah of course baby’ he replies, getting the sense that you like it because of your desperation to play it again.

You click the button, the scenes lighting up you phone screen for the second time. There was something about this single video that sent something wild off inside you, you don’t know if it was the interactions and sexy scenes with Harry and Florence, the visuals and slight obscurities, how good your husband looked and got hot he sounded when he got angry in the video, the mystery of the film itself or how proud you were of Harry for getting a lead role in the film. It was probably a mixture of everything and it has you a little overwhelmed.

It finishes and your screen goes black once again ‘what’s the verdict petal?’

‘I fucking love it’ you bite your lip as you make eye contact with him for the first time since you started watching ‘I’m soo proud of you H’

‘Thankyou baby, you sure your okay seem a bit out of it’ he stokes a strand of hair out of you face.

You don’t say anything but merely nod in response as you drop the phone onto the bed, he doesn’t say anything as you manoeuvre your figure to straddle his lap and he instantly wraps his arms around you absentmindedly rubbing circles into your back.

‘Kiss?’ You request and he happily obliges captured your lips in his, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip after awhile asking for access to your mouth which you accept, he hums into the kiss as your tongues start to dance with each other.

Harry pulls away after a minute or so ‘what’s going on darling’ he asks wanting to get the bottom of what you were feeling, the way your weren’t acting your usual self has him a little unsettled.

‘Mm i jus-just’ you start but don’t find the words to finish you look away bashfully.

‘Tell me baby, no need to get shy it’s only me’ he encourages.

‘I just need you, trailer set something off inside me I just need you to fuck me please, please Harry.’ You ramble.

‘Fuck baby, got you all hot and bothered from just the trailer’ he feels his cock hardening, as it leaping toward your pussy that was nestled against him.

‘Don’t know what’s come over me, just so proud of you and you look soo good, your just soo fucking hot’ you moan as you begin to grind yourself down on Harry’s hardening length, the action making him hiss out.

‘Just soo needy for me aren’t you baby, soo desperate for my cock aren’t you’ he teases you even further.

Y-yes, fuck this feels good’ you continue to grind against him, the friction making your clit feel good even through your trousers and panties.

‘Can make you feel even better baby, fill your pretty pussy up with my cock’ he says as if it were a promise.

‘Please I want that soo much Harry’ you moan out before crashing your lips into his once again.

‘I’ll give it to you just gotta get these off of you first’ he refers to the clothes covering your bottom half, he taps your thighs gesturing for you to get up, which you do, immediately ripping you bottoms off of you legs panties, t-shirt and bra and all, and Harry gets himself situated again after he takes his clothes off aswell.

‘Fuckin gorgeous aren’t you’ he groans, his cock standing proudly against his abdomen and you can see the tip leaking pre cum in small dribbles.

You shuffle to him, before gripping a firm hand around his shaft making him jolt with pleasure ‘thought you wanted to be fucked?’ He questions your sudden change of mind as your hand jerks his cock back and forth.

‘Changed my mind, wanna have you in my mouth first’ and with that you head is ducked down to his cocked you press kitten licks to his tip and it had him moaning and groaning.

‘Does that feel good Harry’? you question, your hand smoothly jerking his cock as your mouth focuses on his head.

‘Feels so fucking good baby’ he replies. All he could think about was your sudden change in mood and he thinks he knew why.

‘You a bit jealous baby?’ he asks amidst the pleasure.

‘Things me and Florence did for the film, is that what got you like this petal, cause you don’t need to be, fuck- you have no idea what you’ve done to my heart my fucking soul, only goes out to you, I mean look at what you do to me baby’ he reassures you because he knew that you sometimes got a little insecure and he didn’t want you thinking that you had to prove yourself to him, his love was all to you always.

You obviously knew that the two were acting but you couldn’t help but get a little jealous, he was yours, the wedding ring on your and his finger being the main symbol of that, so it was pretty understandable that you didn’t like to share ‘maybe a little bit jealous’ you agree with him, the scene slightly comical since you still had his cock in your hand whilst you were having this conversation.

‘C’mere’ he points his finger into a come higher motion, so you press a final kiss to the tip of his cock making him wriggle slightly before moving into his lap.

‘I’m all yours baby, you fucking own me. Fuck when you’re in the room i can’t take my eyes off of you, why would I, your the prettiest, smartest, funniest girl I know.’ He tells you truthfully.

‘Thankyou Harry just being a little possessive I think’ you reply and Harry didn’t mind one bit, in fact the comment for some reason fuelled his ego massively and making his cock grow harder.

‘That’s okay darling, would you like to continue?’

‘Yeah, I’m soo fucking wet’ the moment picks up again, even though you were being possessive didn’t mean that you didn’t think the scenes were hot aswell, fuck your head was a flurry of whirling thoughts.

‘Gonna slip me in then angel, go slow don’t want you to hurt yourself,cause it’s gonna be deep like this’

‘I want it deep, so bad’ you moan as you line his tip up with you entrance and start to slowly slide your pussy done his length inch by inch until you were fully seated on his cock, and you both let out the loudest moans yet.

‘Oh fuck baby, gonna bounce on my cock like a good girl’ he starts to get desperate as your walls flutter around his already sensitive cock.

‘Gonna be your good girl’ you say as you start to move up and down his cock, the force if your thrusts making the noise of your skin slapping onto his emit into the room.

You are both moaning messes by the time you get a good rhythm going, his hands gripping to you hips and you know by how hard he is gripping them that there will be half moon indentations on them by the time you are done.

‘y’tits are fucking perfect’ Harry swears he is drooling over how your tits are bouncing up and down with every thrust, his cock twitches a few times inside your walls.

You carry on bouncing up and down, and eventually your legs start to shake out of pleasure and fatigue, Harry sees this instantly ‘getting tired baby, don’t worry I’ll make you cum, your gonna cum soo good for me’ he groans as he pulls you body straight onto his, your chests flushed together so you have the support you need and with that Harry is thrusting up into your soaking wet pussy, and you swear he had never been deeper, the change in dynamics had you tumbling to the edge of orgasm.

‘I’m gonna c-cum’ you moan into his neck, you have to bite down on the lobe of his ear to stop yourself from screaming at the intensity of his thrusts, the pain surging through Harry adding tremendously to his pleasure.

‘Cum for me baby, I’ve got you, soak me’ and you do just that, Harry never stops fucking into you and you were now indeed screaming out into the room, tears were streaming down your face, it was overwhelmingly good, you swear you could see stars. Harry rides out your high before he focuses on getting himself there, which didn’t take a lot.

‘I’m cumming’ he announces a mere few thrusts later and the effects were instantaneous as you feel your husband fill you to the brim with his warm cum. He stops thrusting as he becomes very sensitive from you playing with him earlier, to this. He swears he is floating on cloud 9 right now, your cunt still wrapped around him as he softens inside you.

Your body is still shaking in pleasure, you try coming back down by nuzzling your face into his neck taking a deep in breath of his cologne. ‘You okay baby’ he asks still out of breath.

‘I feel fucking amazing’ you smile into his neck which he can feel and it has him smiling aswell.

‘I love you soo much’ he whispers to you.

‘I love you to baby’

You sit in the same position for a while, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped around each other, but after soo long you both feel the cum dripping out of you so Harry starts to move from beneath you so that a mess isn’t made all over the sheets, because when Harry came he had to admit that he came a lot, but he blames that entirely on you.

‘No don’t go, stay here’ you say as he shuffles beneath you.

‘Gotta clean you up baby’

‘No don’t want you to go though’ you reiterate.

‘Who said that I would be going anywhere’ he pulls out of you slowly before moving you body to lay down on the pillows before he quickly manoeuvres himself between your legs so little mess is made.

‘Oh fuck’ you say knowing exactly where this was going.

He smiles at that ‘not going anywhere, gonna clean you up just fine, don’t you worry darling’

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hookahazzskeleton · 6 years

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hookahazz · 6 years

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Chronicles of a Black Girl Vol 1: The Beauty Supply Store |Harry Styles|

Warnings: Cursing, fluff (very cute in my opinion)

Word Count: 2.6k

(A/N): This is the first installment out of 10 (maybe). Hope you enjoy. This was just an idea that came to me for one of the parts. Feedback is very much appreciated. Tell me if I have errors! I really want to know if you guys loved it, liked it, hated it, or whatever. I wanna know!

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“Love, where are you going?” Harry inquired as he watched (Y/N) begin to throw on a random pair of sweats and one of his jumpers.

“The beauty supply store, Haz. You coming along this time?”

This wasn’t the first time she had gone to the beauty supply store. In fact, Harry found it quite odd how often she’d go. To him, it seemed like she’d make a trip there every day when really it was just about three times every couple of weeks. He had never gone with her. Usually, she went right after she had gotten off from work or on a weekend he hadn’t spent the night, vice versa. The only thing Harry knew about the beauty supply store was that they sold overly expensive hair care products for (Y/N) and that the bags were small and a bright yellow with “DJ’s BEAUTY SUPPLY” printed in black in the center of it. Every time (Y/N) went to any store, whether it be Walmart or target, she always kept all the plastic bags. She had a plastic bag filled with plastic bags shoved inside one of her kitchen cabinets. No matter how many times he told her to rid them to free up space in that cabinet she’d simply reply with: “I’m not getting rid of them Harry, they’re perfect and I can use them for all sorts of things, mini trash bags, shower caps, and they’re perfect for when it’s time for a deep condition.” He suggested multiple times for her just to buy the individual trash bags for her mini trash cans, a pack of shower caps, and some deep conditioning caps but she wasn’t having it. (Y/N) just usually flicked him in the head and rolled her eyes. Spending money was not her favorite thing to do, and the thought of her spending any money on things as such when she could just use the plastic bags made her roll her eyes in annoyance.

Harry had truly never even seen or stepped a beauty supply store, one that was made for black women in particular. He was curious as to what it held. He’d seen some of the products she had brought home and cringed when his green orbs were met with the price tag. For someone who hates spending money, (Y/N) surely had no problem splurging on hair products. He thought if he went today then he could see just why (Y/N), in his opinion, spends so much time here.

“Sure baby, just let me throw something on,” he smiled, getting out of bed to throw on an outfit fairly similar to his girlfriends.

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“I’m excited.”

“For what,” she smiled and rolled her eyes, parking her car into one of the vacant spaces closer to the door.

“Not sure really. I’ve never been here before. I just wanna see why you come here so much.”

“It is not that exciting, and I do not come here that often for the bazillionth time,” she rolled her eyes.

The pair got out the car, closed the doors and headed to the door of the small shop.

For (Y/N), it was just another day. Really she hadn’t planned on being here for long but she knew this ten-minute trip was easily about to turn into forty-five-minute one, knowing already that Harry was ready to explore and experiment with all the store's amenities. Like a gentleman, he opened the heavy door for (Y/N), following closely behind. Harry was as giddy and thrilled as a kid on Christmas.

His eyes first landed on pictures plastered on the wall of men and women “browsing” through the store.

“Hey (Y/N),” he whispered. The store was silent, just the noise of the infamous yellow bag crunching as one of the employees handed it to a customer.

“Why’s it so quiet in here? And why are there pictures of people on the wall? You come here a lot shouldn't your picture be on the wall?”

His ignorance was cute and (Y/N) really couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Why are you always laughing at me? You didn’t even answer my question,” he pouted making (Y/N) laugh a bit harder.

Harry knew dating a black woman would eventually lead to him asking a lot of dumb questions about black culture, questions she was more than prepared and happy to answer. She had been doing so her entire life. It was quite long ago, around the time they had first begun dating but (Y/N) had decided then that she wanted to get box braids resulting in H pouting and whining because he wouldn’t be able to hang out with her. He pleaded and begged for her to allow him to tag along, just wanting to be in her propinquity. After almost an hour of his non-stop whining, she caved. Harry grinning from ear to ear, just thrilled that he got to be with her. His happiness was short lived however when he had realized two hours in how long this hair braiding process really was.

“(Y/N)... When are you going to be done?” the grown man whined, his childlike behavior amusing both (Y/N) and Nicole, one of (Y/N)’s friends and a braider

“You don’t get to complain now, H. I told you it was going to be long but you kept nagging me so I had to say yes,” she playfully scolded him.

“If you want, you can go back home and then I’ll call you to come to get me when I’m done” she suggested, but Harry wasn’t having it.

“Nope! I’m staying right here. Gonna stay awake until the very end with you so you won’t be bored!”

After about another hour of conversing with (Y/N) and Nicole, Harry ended up passing out on Nicoles big and comfy couch waking up just as she was cutting the flyaways off of the braids.

“You’re done already?!” Harry yelped, wretched that he missed the entire process that he wanted greatly to watch.

“Just about, baby. She’s gonna dip me then we can go,”

After another ten minutes that Harry swore was thirty, (Y/N) was finally done and Harry couldn’t be more than thrilled.

“They’re so pretty, petal,” he gushed over his girl.

“Thank you, baby, “ she grinned.

“Do you want me to help you?”

“With what babe?” (Y/N) yawned glancing at her phone that read 11:09PM.

“Braiding your hair again tomorrow,” Harry said as if it was the most obvious thing.

(Y/N) was a giggling mess, “H, I don't have to rebraid them after this. They stay braided until I take them down.”

“What?!” Harry exclaimed, turning his attention from the road to her.

The rest of the ride home consisted of Harry asking about one hundred more questions about braids and (Y/N) constantly laughing at his ignorance but taking the time to carefully answer and explain all her boyfriends' questions.

“Sorry baby,” she pecked his lips.

“But no, I shouldn’t be on that wall and you don't want me to be,” she began walking down the aisles looking for her regular shampoo and conditioner set, Harry continuing to follow her closely.

“Why not?” he inquired, furrowing his brows out of confusion.

“Everyone on that wall has stolen from here H, They have their picture there so that they can call the police if they come back.” she giggled.

Harry felt embarrassed. Why else would they have photos of random strangers in the store?

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After about five minutes of standing there watching (Y/N), Harry became rather bored, his green eyes scanning the quiet store in hopes of searching for something to do while (Y/N) pondered over which conditioner she was going to buy. (She had an impressive collection of conditioners really. Sometimes when she had left them at his house he’d use them in the shower, grinning from ear to ear because he got to smell like her. Boy, was he in love.) As if on cue, his eyes landed on the bright and colorful wigs in the back of the store. The thought alone made Harry giggle aloud, (Y/N) turning her attention to him only for a moment to roll her eyes, not really understanding what was so funny.

“Um pet, I’ll be right back. Gotta take a piss,” he whispered before kissing her cheek and scurrying off to the back.

Now (Y/N) was no idiot. There wasn’t even a bathroom open for customers and she had figured out only moments after they had begun browsing through the shop that he was growing jaded (him fidgeting with his silver rings and shifting his weight every couple of seconds gave it away). She was going to propose that they could go, that she could just grab her usual products and they’d be on their way in a jiffy but obviously he had other plans in mind, not wanting to shorten her usual trip.

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(Y/N) was just about ready to go. The only thing keeping her from the cash register, her car, and her warm flat was two jars of gel; one of them being so large it required a handle to carry and the other with a snap top. She really couldn't decide. Getting the larger one meant paying more but not having to come back for gel as often and purchasing the smaller one meant saving money (something she liked very much, saving) but probably having to come back in the next month just for gel. She groaned and rolled her eyes (something she did unconsciously, being pestered by Harry for always having what he called an “attitude”). Just as she was about to call his name, she heard a fit of giggles coming from the back of the store. What has he gotten himself into now? (Y/N) quietly made her way to the back of the shop, following the sound of Harry’s and another womans snorts and giggles.

“I look good Ms.Leanne! Bloody fucking fantastic!”

“Quite adorable Harry!” she clapped, encouraging him.

Again, (Y/N) rolled her eyes (she really didn’t mean to do it in a bitchy way it was just her natural reaction to a lot of things) and turned the corner only to find her boyfriend sitting on a stool with a couple of wigs surrounding him, and a curly silver one placed upon his head. She leaves him alone for only 5 minutes and somehow he manages to get the owner to let him try on wigs. Ms.Leanne never ever ever let anyone try on a wig mainly because she spends a lot of time and money on them and didn’t want them to be tangled or matted by sloppy customers. She didn’t really care for anyone except for (Y/N) and now, Harry. (Y/N) leaned against the wall and watched and rolled her eyes some more as Ms. Leanne helped him put on three more wigs. The bright pink afro was enough to have (Y/N) doubling over in laughter, gaining both Harrys and Ms.Leannes attention.

“Button!” Harry giggled rushing over to his girl.

“Hi, babe. Having fun?” (Y/N) continued to laugh now in Harry's chest, tears threatening to spill.

Harry just looks so ridiculous she really can’t help but snort. He’s standing in front of her in a jumper and sweats with his black vans, standard everyday clothes, with the brightest pink wig on his head, his goofy grin added to the mix. Ms. Leanne herself is now doubling over in laughter slapping her thighs not only from Harrys absurd look but, because of (Y/N)’s goofy ass laugh. It was enough to make anyone laugh really.

“Stop laughing at me! I think I look swell, really!”

“Oh c’mon, can’t have both of you giggling at me” he whined.

Other customers walked past the lot of them stifling their own laughs at how ridiculous he looks.

“Damn it petal, you’ve got strangers laughing at me too.” Harry pouted only to receive a couple more snorts and giggles from the two women.

After a moment (Y/N) finally composed her self and kissed the corners of his mouth.

“I’m sorry H. You just look so fucking crazy I really couldn’t help it,” she sighed trying to catch her breath.

“You’re annoying,” he huffed.

“But, I missed you.”

For what seemed like the bazillionth time today (Y/N) rolled her eyes again. She wasn’t anything but a couple of aisles over but Harry will profess how much he misses her even if she’s just gone to the bathroom in the middle of one of their cuddling sessions. A clingy one he was.

“Okay bub, you about ready to go? I got all I needed,” she smiled.

“Yeah, I got what I need as well, ready when you are,”

“What do you mea-” (Y/N) started but was cut off by Ms. Leanne and H.

(Y/N)’s jaw hung.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually going to buy it, Harry,” she gaped.

“Nope. My dear friend Ms.Leanne here is giving it to me for free! Isn’t that splendid, button!”

↫ ↬

(Y/N) and Harry argued playfully for a couple of minutes, mainly consisted of her trying to persuade him not to take it home. He wasn’t budging, however. It was almost as if he had planned to torment her with it. Ms.Leanne laughed as she rang Y/N’s items up. It came up to to a total of 48 dollars and 65 cents and that only led to another banter of who was going to pay.

“Oh come on, you never let me pay,” he whined as they walked out of the shop and back to her car after bidding goodbye to Ms.Leanne (Harry promising the old woman that’d he’d be back real soon with or without (Y/N) to try on more wigs and play with her ).

She rolled her eyes and hopped into the driver's seat, placing the familiar yellow bag in the backseat.

“You still have on that damn wig, H” she smiled.

“Course, love. Gonna get a new one every time we go,” he smirked.

Harrys first time at DJ’s marked the start of a new tradition one of which will more than likely have (Y/N) and Ms. Leanne laughing until it hurts at Harry's goofy antics.

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kissme-hs · 6 years

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Could you please write a blurb about Harry being obsessed with the way Y/N rolls back her eyes in pleasure whenever they have sex? Thank you in advance. Hope you have a good day.x

You’re welcome. And sorry for being MIA it’s just the tags weren’t working for me so I didn’t write till i got my lappy and now I have it!!

Harry always enjoyed her facial expressions whenever they were making love. He loved how she bite her lips or furrow her eyebrows when harry hit the g-spot. The ecstatic expressions that he hold while harry rocked her sometimes was enough for him to feel the burning coil in his belly turn. But there was something else that he was obsessed with more than anything in this world, and that was the way she rolled her eyes when he licked her or entered her.

Just the contact of Harry’s skin with her pussy or clitoris made her arch her back and roll her eyes back, her eyelashes flutter everything she did that and her soft moans always added to the sensual pleasure. He always found it attractive whenever she did that. With lips tucked in, eyes rolled back and chest ached up made him go mad and horny from head to toe.

Her actions never failed to amuse him. Every single thing she did made him hard, from a innocent giggle to her wild kisses.

Harry rubbed his hard cock on her opening collecting the slick juices and giving her clitoris a few slaps. The filthy noises of skin hitting together made him groan, without any warning he slams himself into her. And when she rolls her eyes back with the delicious burning stretch, back aching—nipples hardened, harry don’t think he can be turned on more, he bites his lips and presses them against her rosy once immediately to suppress his moans inside her mouth.

He holds the back of her head and throws her leg on his shoulder to get better access of deepening himself in her. Her eyes still closed as Harry’s lips trail kisses from her lips to down her neck licking the hickeys her left before.

His eyes takes a look at her face, her lips were swollen and cheeks flushed. She looked like a complete sex goddess in fact she was one. He gave her a big thrust and there she was fluttering her lashes—rolling her eyes back. Harry smirked and continued planting kisses along her jawline.

”Such a massive turn on you are doll, I fucking swear”

#harry styles #harry styles imagines #harry styles smut #harry styles blurbs #harry styles one shots #harry styles girlfriend #harry styles dirty imagines #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles 1 #harry styles stories #harry #styles #hs #hs1 #hs writings #hs imagines #harry styles father imagines #harry styles angst]\

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bluewinnerangel · 3 years

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Hey.. do you know of a masterpost that would show all the brokeback mountain coincidences? And maybe a list that compiles all the movie references that are somehow involved here?

No but imma make that now yep It’s time to yeehaw. This thing is gonna be half a joke just pointing at any cowboys and beans and nonsense but the other half is an oh shit I think he’s actually referencing the most well known gay and closeted and struggling movie of all time isn't he, he being Harry, because this post is mostly Harry really.

Buckle your big belt buckle up.

Watch Brokeback Mountain if you haven’t. Or read the short story.

REALLY BIG BIG BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN SPOILERS AHEAD:

The big oh shi CoInCiDeNcE is in HS1. Both Sweet Creature and From The Dining Table ~could very well be~ inspired by / a nod to / fanpieces of the Brokeback Mountain soundtrack. There's SC x "Snow" as well as FTDT x "Brokeback Mountain 2" + "The Wings". It's loud. Really loud. Explained in detail here

Then I (this is just me really) got a bit of a theory that FTDT is inspired by Brokeback Mountain beyond just the soundtrack, that it's (partially) written from the character's perspective (but in turn because Harry resonates with it, I think it's both, but the details in there might be nods to the things happening in the movie instead). Explained in detail here

aaaaaaaaaaaanyway back to other parallels

Not really necessarily brokeback mountain, but they both started off making these im a horse and you're the rider jokes. I don't think Louis really has after 2012 orso but Harry's still running with it, making a whooole lotta horsebackriding comments (which doesn't need a gay cowboy movie ref to be gay aslkdjaslkd). See this post

And another big thing in Brokeback Mountain is their alone time trip being explained as a fishing trip (spoiler: they don't fish), it's a big part of the movie, and you know Harry's got a thing for being a fisherman (while I doubt he really does a lotta fishing either)... Post about this fisherman behavior here

You didn't go up there to fish. You and him...

...Harry's ADDICTED to that one cap:

Then the fetus larry rope thing, yeeaaah happens somewhere else too

woopwoop

I guess let's also bring in the part where the dude's called Jack Twist adkjlaskjdhak

And Jack Twist is described as curly-headed and smiling and buck-toothed. sadaksldjask

(this is really just deranging into nothing, but it's funny so why not)

More dumb coincidences? Screenplay was written by Larry mclastnameirrelevanttothejokedudeperson

And in the short story the way Ennis remembers Jack most fondly is with a can of beans (it comes back a couple of times)

Early in the short story: They had a high-time supper by the fire, a can of beans each

Middle: but Ennis said more likely he’d just go out with Jack and get drunk. Jack was not a restaurant type, he said, thinking of the dirty spoons sticking out of the cans of cold beans balanced on the log.

And in the end: Around that time Jack began to appear in his dreams, Jack as he had first seen him, curly-headed and smiling and buck-toothed, talking about getting up off his pockets and into the control zone, but the can of beans with the spoon handle jutting out and balanced on the log was there as well

Sorry just laugh just laugh.

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HARRY DO YOU THINK THEY'RE BETTER THAN MOST OTHER BEANS??

Pls let it be clear im absolutely kidding...

Anyway

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Adding this just that's the gayest yeehaw I ever heard

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SAW THIS ON THE GOOGLE, ADDING IT

IM SORRY

And then there's part 2 - that FTDT x Brokeback Mountain lyric breakdown

#brokeback mountain #welikeparallels #link post #masterpost #Sweet Creature #FTDT #I really left you in the inbox for weeks huh

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cinemastyles-blog · 9 months

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It Pays To Be A Harry Girl.

Summary: y/n goes on Jimmy Fallons show for the premiere of her movie and she plays Slay it, Don’t spray it. She gets a one direction song and reveals that she has always been a Harry girl from the start and while she’s at an after party that Jimmy threw for her movie coming out, Harry sends her a text and she winds up at his apartment.

NOT A REQUEST

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, alcohol consumption, slight sexting, unprotected sex, oral(both), fingering, slight praise kink, hair pulling, biting, filth

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You finish doing your makeup in the dressing room, and one of the ladies pops their head in, “You’re on in five, sweetheart.”

You turn and give her a smile, “Thank you.”

You stand up and smooth out your outfit. You walk over to the door and take a deep breathe before everyone starts rushing around you.

“You’re going to talk first..” blah blah blah

“You’re going to do Slay it don’t spray it..” blah blah

“Okay.” You nod and smile looking at everyone talking. You try your best to hear everyone but you can’t it’s all too crazy.

You look down as you get a mic out on you and and you starts walking to the stage. Jimmy starts speaking and talking about tonight show.

“Ready?”

You look at the lady and smile, “Ready.”

“Please welcome tonight’s special guest, live from New York, Y/N Y/L/N!”

You walk out and wave, smiling as you look over at Jimmy. He gets up and walks around to hug you, “Hello.”

“Hey, how are you?” You ask as you hug him.

He leans back, “I’m good!” He walks around to his seat and sits down, “I’m glad you’re here, y/n. Really. I saw that movie trailer that came out and I was like..” he shrugs and nods, “I gotta get her on the show.”

The crow cheers and you smile, “I’m really glad you called, I was like.. I really want to be on the show so do I like tweet at him or do I like just wait..” you laugh and lean forward, “So I’m glad I didn’t have to beg.”

“Oh please, you are super talented, y/n. You can do multiple things like sing.. right.”

He raises his eye brows and you know what he’s hinting to.

You smirk and nod, “Yes, Jimmy. I sing, too.”

He drums his desk and points to the camera, “That’s coming in handy later, anyway.” He laughs and looks back at you.

You guys talk for a little bit about your movie and the role you play and how you feel like playing that role changed you as a person in a way.

You know, celebrity talk.

Eventually, you guys cut to commercial and everything for Slay It Don’t Spray It gets set up.

“Okay, so you know how the game is played right?” Jimmy asks, “Basically you’ll have the lyrics in front of you, but once the lyrics drops out and if you don’t get the them exactly right, the microphone sprays you in the face.”

He laughs and you nod, “Oh great. Okay.” You stand up and follow him over to the one booth. He gets in the other one.

“And we’re back..” Jimmy says, “so as you can see, y/n and I are inside our booths ready to jam out. As you all know, if we don’t get the missing lyrics to the song exactly right we get sprayed by our microphones so with that..”

He leans over and looks at you, “Y/N, are you ready!?” He yells at you.

You look over and give him a thumbs up, “Ready!”

“Okay, y/n. You can go first, so guys let’s give her a random song.” Jimmy says and motions towards you.

You bite your lip as you wait to see what song is going to be chosen for you.

“Toxic by Brittany Spears.” Jimmy says and claps as the band starts playing. Your eyes watch the screen to see where you’re starting.

There's no escape, I can't wait

You start to sing, “I need a hit, baby, give me it. You're dangerous, I'm loving it..” the screen pops up blank with lines and you nod with a smirk.

“Too high, can't come down.. Losing my head, spinnin' 'round and 'round..”

The crowd starts cheering louder for you and you smile.

“Do you feel me now?”

You step back and bow as Jimmy is the one who gets drenched with the water.

The crows claps and cheers and you can’t help but keep laughing. Jimmy shakes his head and sighs, “What’s my song?”

The screen generates a song and he laughs, “Shake It Off by Taylor Swift, okay. Let’s do this.”

The band starts playing and he starts to sing as soon as he knows where it’s starting at.

You laugh and dance to the best of the song and duck and cover as he nails the lyrics. He laughs and knocks on the window as the microphone sprays water at you.

You let out a yell, “That’s so cold!”

“You knew that was coming!” Jimmy yells laughing, “Alright, what’s y/n’s song?”

You clap your hands and yell out, “Yes, hell yell!” You cover your mouth, “Ooh. Can I say that?” You laugh as Jimmy shakes his head laughing, “I don’t think so.”

The music starts playing and you instantly know there they’re starting off. You don’t even pay attention to the screen because you know this song better than the back of your hand.

“I don't know where I'm going but I'm finding my way.. Same old sh- but a different day.” You smile and look at Jimmy through your window as you sing.

“Tell me that I'm wrong but I do what I please. Way too many people in the Addison Lee. Now I'm at the age when I know what I need, oh, whoa..”

The crowd is going absolutely wild and Jimmy just stands there shocked, “Y/n.. y/n.”

“Yes Jimmy?”

“We’re you a Directioner?”

You lay your hand on your chest and gasp, “Of course I was, Jimmy. Are you not a directioner?”

Jimmy laughs slightly and nods, “I am in fact a Directioner, yes.”

You laugh and he nods towards you, “So spill it. Who was your favorite?”

You smirk and try to hold in your laughter, “Harry girl from day one, Jimmy.” You smile as you hear the crowd go crazy.

“Spray him!” You point to Jimmy and water from him microphone shoots out, catching him off guard.

You guys finish up the game and you end up winning.

“Thank you for playing that awful game with me, I don’t know who came up with that.” He rolls his eyes and tries to act mad.

You laugh, “I think it’s a pretty fun game.”

He scoffs and tries not to laugh, “Of course you would.” He laughs and leans over and lays his hand on his desk, “I’m kidding, no it was great having you here. Thank you for coming.”

He motions towards you, “Y/n Y/l/n!”

He claps and the crowd cheers you on and you smile and wave to them, “Thank you!” You look at Jimmy, “Thank you so much for having me. I appreciate this.”

“You’ll have to come back soon! Yes! Thank you! Everyone, Y/N Y/L/N!”

He claps and you stand up. You wave to everyone as you walk off and you’re handed your phone.

Maggie: Let me know when you’re done. I have a surprise for you.

You tap the screen a few times and hit send,

You: Done. What’s up?

You start to walk to the dressing room to grab your things and your phone starts to ring. You press the green circle and raise your phone to your ear, “Hello?”

“Are you still at the studio?” Maggie says on the other end.

“Yeah, I legit just got off the stage. I’m grabbing my stuff from the dressing room right now.” You walk in and set your phone down, hitting the speaker button before walking away to gather your things.

“Okay, perfect. I’m coming to pick you up. Do you have a nice dress?”

You pause and close your eyes, “How nice are we talking?”

“Hmmm.” She hums, “Like fancy, but short, but not super slutty? I don’t know. Something nice and short I guess.”

You look at your bag and shake your head, “I’ll have to stop home.”

“I’ll grab you and then we can stop by my house. I live closer. I’m almost to the studio.”

“Okay I’ll be out.” You hang up the phone call and grab your things. You head out to the front and wait for Maggie to pull up.

——

“Here this is perfect.” She throes you a green dress and you shake your head, “No, I want to wear a black or blue dress.”

She steps back and looks at you shocked, “Hold on. I just got this dress in the mail the other day and I think you’ll love it.”

You sit down on the bed and scroll on twitter while you wait.

You giggle to yourself as you read the tweets with fans reacting the other tweets about you what you said about being a Harry girl.

You seemed to gain a ton of more followers and a lot of them have usernames that deal with Harry.

You bite your lip and smirk as you hit the little button to create a tweet.

Does this mean I’m a Harrie now or what?

You hit send and drop your phone as Maggie comes back up the steps, “Here. Try this.”

She holds up a little blue dress with see through sleeves and you nod, “That’ll work.”

——

“Surprise!” She yells as she motions towards a high class bar.

“Wh- I don’t know.. why are we here?” You laugh slightly and she sighs, “Come on.” She grabs your hand and pulls you with her up to the big tinted glass doors.

You pulls it open and everyone turns to look at you.

“Surprise!”

“Congratulations!”

They all cheer. For you.

“This is a pre-premier celebration party.” Maggie leans in and side hugs you, “Go have fun.”

You smile and bite your lip, “I love you.”

She smirks and shrugs, “I know.” She laughs, “I love you now go!” She pushes you away and you walk around greeting everyone.

You walk up to the bar and order a drink. You look around, listening to what you can hear of the music over the crowd.

“Here you go, congratulations y/n.” The bartender smiles at you and smile back, “Thank you so much!” He nods and walks away and you dig in your purse to find cash to tip him.

You lay a few ones down on the bar and walk away.

Maggie walks up to you and holds her phone up. She smiles as she presses her cheek to yours. You smile as she clicks the button a few times.

You grab your phone and tap on Instagram. You take a selfie with her to post on your story, “That’s good!” you post it and slip your phone away before you go and walk around.

You mainly get into conversation with people about what you talked about with Jimmy on his show. Then that leads into them asking additional questions, you’re not used to being asked a million questions yet.

You look down and hold your hand up, “Oh, will you excuse me please! I need to take this!”

The lady nods, “Oh yes, sweetie please!”

You smile and nod, “Thank you so much!” You walk away, trying not to smirk. You put the phone up to your ear and walk up to the bar.

“I’ll have another.” You set your glass down and set your phone on the bar. As you’re waiting, your phone lights up.

You lean forward and it unlocks and your heart skips a beat.

Maybe: Harry: hey y/n. It’s Harry.

You pick up your phone and look around for Maggie. You sigh as she’s no where in sight.

“Here you go.” The bartender sets your drink down and takes away your empty cup.

“Wait.” You look up at him and laugh slightly, “Can you confirm that that’s what I think it says.” You hold your phone up and the bartender reads it out loud.

“Yes, okay. Thank you.” You lay a few ones down on the bar and grab your drink as you walk away. You find yourself a seat in the corner of the room and you sit your drink on the stand beside it.

You: Harry? As in Harry styles?

You hit send and bite your lip. You’re surprised to see him answer this fast.

Harry: Yes, y/n. Harry Styles lol

You smile and tilt your head, being slightly drunk has you in a playful mood.

You: How do I know that it’s really you?

You rest your phone in your lap and sip on your drink. You take a deep breathe and look down as your phone dings.

You set your now half drunkin drink on the table and lift up your phone.

Your lips move as you read the words on your screen,

Harry: I can tell you how I got your number. I got it from your manager, Kelly.

You: I take it you seen the show?

Harry: I did indeed see the show.

You bite your lip, not sure of what to say next. You finish your drink and look down to see that he sent you another text,

Harry: I’d love to meet you. I’m actually in New York for a show tomorrow night, you should come.

You: I would love to, yes!

Harry: I’ll make sure to add you to everything.

You stare at your screen, watching as the three bubbles pop up and disappear.

Being drunk means you’re bold.

You: can I come over?

Harry: Please

You smile and look up, hoping Maggie is around here some where. You look back down,

You: I am a bit drunkish so it’s probably safe that I don’t drive.

Harry: I’ll come get you. Where are you at?

You look around, trying to find the name of the bar you’re at on anything.

“Excuse me!” You yell out to someone walking by. He stops and walks over to you, “Yeah?”

“Do you know the name of this place by chance?”

He nods, “Oh, yeah it’s The Gypsy Lounge.”

“Thank you.” You smile and start typing it to Harry,

You: Gypsy Lounge is what it’s called. I have to find my friend and tell her I’m leaving.

Harry: Okay. I’m only two blocks from that, so I’ll be there soon.

You: okay I’ll be out just let me know when you’re here.

You put your phone in your purse and make your way to the bar to set your glass down. You look around and find Maggie and wave to her.

You walk towards her, making your way through the crowd, “Maggie!” You wave to her and she finally sees you.

“Oh!” She grabs you and pulls you over to where she’s standing, “Where have you been?”

You laugh, “Okay, so I can’t tell you why right now, but I’m leaving here in a few.”

“What?” Her shoulders drop, “Why? What happened?”

“Nothing happened, I just got a text from.. someone and I can’t pass up the opportunity.” You bite your lip and smirk, “I promise I’ll tell you tomorrow when you’re sober and not a loud mouth drunk.”

She laughs and rolls her eyes, “Fine. But you better give me every. Single. Detail.” She raises her eyebrows and you nod, “Yes, Maggie, I promise.”

You take your phone out of your purse and you smile,

Harry: I’m here. Out front to the left.

You: okay coming!

“Okay.” You put your phone back into your purse and hug Maggie, “I have to go.” You lean back and kiss her cheek, “Thank you for this. I love you.”

She laughs and smiles, “I’m proud of you.”

You smile and make your way out front. You take a deep breathe before stepping outside and looking left.

You know the drill with the blacked out SUV’s, but you still can’t help but feel just a little sketched out.

You: have the driver flash his lights.

You wait a few moments and smile slightly as you see the lights flash on the car.

You walk over and grab the handle. You open the door and freeze as you see Harry sitting there with a smile, “Hello, Y/n.”

You smile and climb into the car. You shut the door and the driver takes off.

“Hi Harry.” You smile and look down, “Sorry, I’m just having a fan girl moment for my younger self.”

He chuckles, “No, no, it’s alright, love.” He watches as you look over at him and instantly smile.

You cover your face and shake your head, “Oh, gosh. This is so embarrassing, I’m so, so sorry.”

Harry shakes his head and laughs, “Hey, it’s fine.”

You pull yourself together and lean back. You cover your lips to try and contain your giggles but you start to fail.

“yeah, it was a good idea that you didn’t drive.” Harry teases and you look over at him, “Hey now.” He smiles and you feel like you could fall apart.

He’s so much prettier in person and so much sexier too. You thought he turned you on when you just thought about him, no.

Seeing him in person has you absolutely aching for him.

“Did you like being on Jimmy’s Show?” Harry tilts his head as he looks at you.

You nod and look over at him, “Oh yeah, I absolutely loved it! I will definitely be going back again if he’ll have me.”

Harry nods and smiles, “if he’s a smart man, he’ll have you again.” He gives you a subtle wink and you gasp quietly.

He smirks and let’s out a sigh, “How was the party th- yeah how does that work?”

You smile and sit up, “My best friend Maggie wanted to be the first person to throw me a party for my movie that’s coming out so it was a pre premiere party I guess?”

You play with the fabric around your wrist, “It was nice for it to not be as crazy as the next ones I’m going to be going to.”

He nods, “I can understand that fully.” He smiles, “I saw the trailer for your movie. I really want to see it.”

You look at him, “Do you want to?”

“Want to what?”

“See the movie? You’d have to come to the premiere with me.” You smile slightly and he nods, “Are you asking me to be your date?”

You scrunch your eyebrows and shrug, “Is it weird for me to call it that?”

He shakes his head with a laugh, “Not at all.”

——

You make your way to Harry’s hotel and head up to his room. Halfway up you realized you don’t have any other clothes to change into.

“Do you have an extra shirt I can borrow by chance?”

He glances back at you and nods, “I do.”

You smile as you stop at his door. He opens it and holds it open for you. You walk in and set your purse down on the table.

He walks in and closes the door, locking it before turning around and looking at you.

You feel your cheeks heat up and you smile shyly, “What?”

He shakes his head, “Nothing, I just like that dress on you.” He smirks as he walks away. You stand there and wait for him.

He comes back out and hands you a shirt. Your fingers brush his as you take it and both of you’re eyes flick up to meet.

“Thank you.” You whisper quietly.

He nods and points, “Bathroom is right over there.”

You go the bathroom and get changed. You take off the dress and drop it to to the floor. You put on Harry’s t shirt and let out a sigh as you fix your smudged makeup.

You walk back out, biting your lip as you see him standing there, “There ya are.” His eyes scan up your legs quickly, “Do you want sweatpants or anything?”

You shake your head, “No I’m okay.”

He nods and motions towards the couch. You’re still surprised that a couch can fit in a hotel room, even though you stayed in hotels with couches in the rooms.

You walk over and sit down next to Harry, “So. Is there a second movie coming out?”

You laugh and shrug, “I’m not allowed to disclose any details like that.” He chuckles, “Yeah? Not even to me?”

You look over at him and shrug, “They’re not sure if they want to do a second movie yet.” You slowly smile, “But you didn’t hear that from me.”

He smiles and nods, “Got it.” He looks over at you, “Do you think there should be a second movie?”

You nod quickly and smile, “Oh yeah.”

He raises his eyebrows and smirks, “Alright.”

You eyes move down to his lips and all you can think about right now is kissing them.

“So did you follow me from X factor?”

His words snap you out of your stare, “Um, yeah. X factor. I thought your audition was the cutest.” You smile and that causes him to smile.

He looks away and shakes his head, “Oh no. Not that awful thing.”

You laugh, “Hey now. It’s not awful. It got you here didn’t it.”

He looks over at you and bites his lip, and that makes you go wild.

He nods, “You’re right, y/n.”

The way he says your name names you squeeze your thighs together.

“I know I am.” You tilt your head and bite your lip as you smile.

“Fuck it. Come here.” Harry grabs you and pulls your on top of him, “You’re so fuckin’ sexy.” His whispers in between his lips moving against yours.

His hands move under his shirt that’s on your body and you gasp as his fingers dig into your hips.

You kiss down his neck, “I need you.”

His fingers squeeze harder and he moans as you pull the skin of his neck between your teeth. You lean back, slowly sliding your hands down his chest.

His eyes flick down to track the movements of your hands, “I want to watch you ride me.” He moves your hips, slowly grinding you down onto his throbbing cock.

Harry sits up, pulling you into him as he closes the spaces with his lips on yours. You keep your lips on his, making out with him as both of your hands work to get his pants off.

You stand up and push your panties off, letting them drop before climbing back onto him. You wrap a hand around his cock, moving your shirt out of the way so you can rub your pussy against it a few times before sliding it in.

“Fuck.” You moan out, “Harry.” You whimper as your eyes roll back, shutting as he moans while pushing the rest of his cock in you.

His hands slide from your thighs to your hips and he looks up at you, “Look at me, baby.” He whispers breathless.

You open your eyes and bite your lip, moaning quietly as you move slightly on his cock.

He smirks and parts his lips as he slides his hand down to lift you up slightly, “Move for me.” He groans out quickly, “You feel so good, I could cum already, fuck me.”

You start to move your hips, digging your nails into his chest as you build up to a faster pace, “Fuck, fuck.” You moan and tilt your head back.

“So beautiful.” Harry whispers, “Fuck, yeah just like that baby.” He leans up, holding you to him as he kisses your lips.

He leans back slightly, brushing hair off your shoulder, “How much of a Harry girl are ya?” He teases with a chuckle as he lightly slides his hand down your back.

“We’ll..” you bite your lip and smirk, “Now.. that I’m older. I think about you whenever I want to cum.”

He hums and leans down to gently kiss your neck, “Now that you’re older, you can make your own choices.”

Harry kisses back up your neck, “You won’t ever have to think about it again, if you want.” He leans back, a smirk resting on his lips as he moves your hips in small circles.

“Too soon to say I love you?” You laugh slightly and bite your lip as you look at him again.

He shakes his head, “I’ve been a y/n man since I seen your first movie.” He laughs and you smile, “That’s the cutest fucking thing I’ve heard everyone say.”

You can see his cheeks fall with a slight blush and he rolls his eyes, “Shut up.”

You lean in with a smile, but fully meaning for him to actually do it, “Make me.”

His eyebrow twitches and he nods, “Okay.”

Next thing you know, you’re on the bed and Harry is on his knees standing over you.

You look up at him with a smile and he bites his lip, “sit up f’me, babe.”

You sit up and he pulls your hair into a make shift pony tail and you lick your lips before his cock is pushed into your mouth.

He moans as you hollow out your cheeks, sucking as he thrusts, “Fuck yes, baby. Just like that.” He moves your head, up and down on his cock a few times before slowly slipping his cock snug in your throat.

You gag around him once before controlling your breathing. Harry moans and runs a hand over your hair before pulling your head off.

He leans down, pressing his lips to yours as he stands up. He holds his hand out and stands you up, taking the shirt off of your body before lifting you up.

Your legs wrap around him and he carries you to the bed. He lays you down, instantly moving on top of you. You pull him down, mashing your lips onto his passionately as he slips his cock back into where it belongs.

He swallow your moans and thrusts deeper into you, “you gonna cum for me?”

You nod, “Yes, yes.” You moan and clench around him, “Fuck you feel so good.”

He watches as your face twitches more with pleasure as he thrusts harder, “You look so pretty when I’m making you feel good.”

“That feels so good.” You whine out as you look at him, “M’so close.”

He slides a hand up to your neck and gently squeezes, “C’mon baby.” Harry edges you closer, “Cum on my cock.”

You arch your back, pushing a hand between your bodies to rub your clit, “Fuckfuckfuck.” You pant quickly as you turn your body slightly.

Your orgasm makes you moan loudly as you squeeze Harry’s cock as you cum.

Harry tries to hold it, but the way you’re squeezing him is too much. You feel his cock twitching inside of you and you moan at the feeling.

You move your arm and Harry leans down, kissing you slowly and gently as he comes down from his own high.

He rolls beside you and let’s out a sigh. You turn to look towards him and he extends his arms out to you, “C’mere.” He smiles which causes you to smile and you move to lay next to him,

He moves the blankets up and switches the tv on, “So, you still want me to come see the movie with you?”

You laugh and smile, “I mean, you’ll have to come with me to the movie premiere.”

He smiles and snaps his fingers, “oh right. You did invite me.”

You smirk, “Yeah, let’s just hope you don’t have a show that day, I know you have one tomorrow.” You wink and he smirks before sighing, “Now I just have to prove you wrong. When is it?”

He gets up and goes to grab his phone. You giggle because he’s still butt ass naked.

“Hey now. None of that. Important stuff to answer here.”

“Right.” You smirk, “It’s next week, the twenty fourth.” You watch as he scrolls down on his phone until he points at you, “Looks like we’re seeing a new movie that night, baby.”

He sets his phone back down and walks back over to get into bed with you again. You smirk, “Guess it’s going to be a hard launch, huh?”

——

Hello. Just a little one shot, I’m still slowly working on requested one shots, they are just coming out slower because of Private Affair.

I like to surprise you with random original one shots here and there.

Thank you so much for reading!

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cinemastyles-backup · 7 months

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Live in Studio

Summary: Y/n is a photographer that was chosen to photograph Harry's live studio session

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language,heavy flirting, studio sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, scratching biting, oral, fingering, general filth

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

HS1 HARRY

I pack up my camera and make sure I have everything that I need before I head out. I walk to the bathroom and give myself one last look over before I smirk and shake my head.

I walk out and grab my bag, keys and text Harry.

Me: Hey I'm on my way.

I walk out to my car and get in, setting my bag gently on the seat.

Harry: Can't wait to see you. Drive safe.

I bite my lip and stare at my screen before I decide to just set my phone down.

I've known Harry for a while now, but I'm still honored to be his photographer for his live studio session. His energy is unmatched and I know we'll have lot of fun today.

——

I pull up to the studio and park. I grab my phone and smile as I reread Harry's text.

Me: I'm here. Getting my stuff around and I'll be in.

I get out and walk around to the passenger side when suddenly I feel a presence approaching.

"Need any help?" Harry asks leaning against my car door. I look over at him and smile, "I think I'm good, thanks." I bend over to grab my bag and double check to make sure nothing fell out.

"Nice view you're giving me, y/n."

I look at him over my shoulder and smile, "Only for you." I wink and laugh as he raises his eyebrows a couple times.

"So." I lean back up and look at him, "Am I just taking pictures? Pictures and videos? What's the plan?" I shut my car door and Harry shrugs, "Whatever feels right to you, love."

I tilt my head slightly, fighting off a very NSFW comment.

"Okay." I smile and he shakes his head, "You were thinking what I was thinking." I roll my eyes, "Sure I was, Styles." He steps in front of me and looks down at me, "I want you to hang back after the session. You know, so we can go over the pictures and videos you take."

I nod slowly, "Mm, okay. Sounds like I can do that."

"Good. Good. Now let's get in there before I keep them waiting any longer." He opens the door for me and his hand lands on my lower back as he follows closely behind me through the door.

"Harry." I smile. He quickly slides his hand down and grabs my ass before running to open the other door while laughing.

"Harold!" I smirk as I glare at him. He smiles, "Can't help it." He opens the door for me and I walk in, greeting everyone.

I've already met everyone in this room, a few times actually.

"Alright. Who's ready to rock and roll?" Harry asks as he claps his hands.

He grabs his guitar and I grab my camera. I start to snap pictures as he strums, closing his eyes to focus more.

I check the picture and I look back up and he's looking at me with a smile on his face. I quickly snap his picture and stick my tongue out at him.

He shakes his head laughing and walks up to the mic, getting ready to sing.

I make my way around the studio, snapping pictures of the band, Harry, the instruments when not in use, when in use, everything.

I take a video of Harry's hands as he plays his guitar.

Fuck, his hands turn me on. I clear my throat and look down at the photo, biting my lip as I rewatch it.

"Oh for fucks saaaaaaake." Harry yells. I look up and laugh, "What the hell?" He laughs and walks over to me. He presses his body against mine as his hand brings my camera up, "That's a good shot of Mitch, don't you think?"

He looks up and motions for Mitch to come over. He shows him the picture and he nods, "Nice, nice."

"Thanks." I take my camera back, "Get to work, Styles." I tease and take a picture of the studio.

"Maybe later we can put that camera to a better use." He whispers into my ear. I can feel my cheeks getting hot.

I don't speak because I know if I try to, I'll just babble like an idiot.

I look up at him and nod. He smirks and walks back over to his mic. He chats with his band mates for a few minutes.

He starts to snap quickly and laughs. I whistle to get his attention and he looks back at me, still snapping, and smiles.

I look at the picture and smile.

They continue to play songs, and joke around and I continue to do what I've been doing, taking pictures and casually flirting with Harry.

"Will you hold me tight and don't let go." Harry sings in a high pitched, almost unrecognizable tone. I laugh and shake my head.

——

"Alright. That's a wrap for today." Harry claps, "Thank you all for being here today." He gives his little I'm grateful for you speech, "Thank you."

I sit down on the couch and click through the pictures. Admiring how good Harry looks in all of them.

"Admiring how good I look, are we?" He sits down next to me.

"Um, no." I lie. He stares at me, leaning forward slowly until I look at him, "Fine." I sigh, "I was." He smirks, "I couldn't keep my eyes off of you either today."

"I had to look at you." I tease with a laugh. He laughs and lays his arm behind me, leaning over to rest his chin on my shoulder, "Let's have a look, shall we?"

I grab my laptop from my bag and pop the card from my camera into it.

I focus on my screen, making sure to click on the right one, "Yes Harold?" I turn my head slightly to him.

"Nothing, I'm just.. admiring how beautiful you are when you're focused."

His words make my cheeks hot and I smile, "Thanks?" I smile and shake my head slightly, looking back at the computer screen.

"Wait." He lays a finger on my screen, "What was that?"

"What was what?" I question even though I know exactly what he's talking about.

His hands. The video I took of his hands while he plays guitar.

He leans closer and a smirk grows on his face, "My hands, huh?" I close my eyes and nod slowly, "Mhm." He chuckles, "Really?"

I look over at him, "Yeah. Yeah. I love your hands now can we move past that?" I click the down arrow a few times and try to keep my composure.

"You know.." Harry moves hair off my neck and lets it fall down my back, "We can look at this a little late.." his finger traces a line up and down the side of my neck.

I bite my lip and all in one quick motion, my lap top is set on the floor and I'm on top of Harry. My lips on his and his hands gripping my hips.

I slowly grind against him, feeling his already semi-hard cock grow harder.

"Fuck." He groans lowly against my lips.

I kiss down his neck and nibble gently. "Y/N." He gasps out sliding a hand up my arm. "You like that?" I whisper in an innocent tone.

He looks at me, his eyes growing dark with hunger. He pulls me in and kisses me. His hands slide down and pull my shirt up and off my body perfectly.

His mouth connects with the top of my chest, leaving little bite marks all over.

"Harry." I whimper tangling my fingers in his hair. He looks up at me, chin rested on my chest, "You like that?" He mocks me.

I'm too into it to care, "So much."

He smirks and continues to do it as he unbuttons my jeans. I tilt my bead back as he slides his hand in between my skin and the fabric of my underwear.

His lips linger and gently brush my skin as he gently rubs my clit in small circles.

I grip his shoulders and look down at him.

"Feel good?" He smirks, "looks like it does."

I nod, "Y-yes."

He slips his hand out and tugs my jeans. I lay back and he pulls them off. I go to lay my head back but he taps my leg once time, "Uh-huh. Watch."

I nod and lean up on my elbows, watching him slide a hand up and down my leg. He pushes my legs apart and I watch as he slides his fingers up and down my slit, his fingers shining with my slick.

"Have you been this wet the whole time?" He asks kissing my knee, "You're soaked." He slips a finger in. My eyes stay focused on his hand, slowly pumping in and out of me.

I let out a moan and fight to close my eyes.

He adds another finger and his rings push against my skin, "You feel so good around my fingers, baby." He leans down and sucks on my clit, causing my legs to jolt.

I lay a hand on his head and tilt my head back, letting out a loud moan.

"Harry.. I-I.." he groans against me, lips still attached to me. He moves his fingers faster, building me up to cum quicker.

I squeeze my thighs against his head, gasping as I clench around his fingers, "Fuck. Fuck. Shit." I pant, "Harry."

He pulls his fingers out and brings them up to my mouth. I instantly open and wrap my lips around them, licking as much of myself off as I can.

He watches me intently with his lips slightly parted.

I lean my head back and smile at him. He moves up and slowly slides his hand around my neck, squeezing gently.

He kisses me, taking my lower lip between his teeth. His bite gradually getting harder along with the tightness of his hand around my neck.

I let out a small whimper and he brushes his nose against my cheek, "I'm going to make you feel so good."

He leans up and slips his black T-shirt off his body. He undoes his jeans and pushes them down. He spits into his hand and locks with with me as he pumps his cock a few times.

He sits down and nods for me to come over to him.

I get up and straddle him, slowly sinking down onto him. I let out a moan and rest my head against his, "You had me thinking about this all day." His hand makes it way to my neck again and his other lays on the center of my back.

"Been thinking about it since the last time we fucked." I smirk and start to move my hips, rocking and rolling then forward and back. Moaning at how fucking good he feels inside of me.

"That's it baby. Use me." He lays his head back, eyes still on me. His hand grips at the skin on my back and he eases up on his grip on my throat. He runs a finger up and down my neck as I fuck myself on him.

"Fuck, Harry." I moan look down at him. He bites his lip and his hands travel to my hips, gripping them as I bounce.

"Fuck, yeah baby, that's it." He moans while thrusting his hips up to meet mine. I grab the back of the couch for leverage and push myself all the way down on him as I clench.

"You're so hot when you cum, y/n." He pulls me down and kisses me, "Switch?"

I nod and he lifts me off of him. I'm still on my knees, leaning on the back of the couch when Harry grabs my hips and slaps a hand against my cheek.

"My beautiful little slut." He whispers as he drags a finger down my spine.

He slides in, agonizingly slow.

I rest my head against the couch, moaning as he thrust, "Harry. Harry. Fuck." I throw my head back and meet my body with each of his thrusts.

"Fuck, you always take me so good." His thumbs run my hips, "So fucking good."

I reach down between my legs, circling my clit with my fingers.

"Fuck, that's so hot." He groans, "Fuck."

"M'gonna cum again." I gasp, "Fuck. Fuck." I grab the back of the couch with both hands, letting my head hang down between my arms.

I let out a scream of pleasure as I cum around him again.

He tries to hold out but his thrusts get sloppy fast, and he pulls out, letting go onto my back and ass.

He stands there for a few moments and goes to grab one of the small towels that are rolled up on the shelf.

"Don't move." He says before wiping up the mess he made.

I slowly roll my body over and lay on the couch, looking up at him with a smile.

"What?" He asks gathering our clothes.

"You didn't use the camera." I pout.

He shrugs and walks over to me. He leans down, "Looks like we'll have to take it home with us." He smirks and kisses me.

"I guess we will."

——

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baby-dr1ver · 3 years

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woman

aaaaah part 2 of the HS1 series! v excited for y’all, it’s uuh smutty- I decided to make this smut instead of angst like the song because, i was feeling flirty!din. Like imagine when they are, ya know, the slow parts of the song- oh myyyyy goooooood. Tbh it doesn’t really make sense but, oh well?

Pairing: Din Djarin x innocent(sorta)!reader

Rating/Warnings: sex pollen!au, Din is helmetless the whole time, flirting, making out, slight fingering, p in v, dirty talk, Din being sweet, a little bit of innocent reader, slight choking, finger sucking, swear words, shitty writing.

A/N: y’all can thank @jedi-jesi because she motivated me to get this out-

Being Cara’s friend was great. You got to travel, meet new people, and even make friends. You also got to meet her friends, since you both were in the same line of work. That’s how you met Mando, or Din as he said to call him. You met him after a long, successful mission him and Cara went on.

Cara had sent you a hologram, filling you in on the latest, and you were ecstatic at the good news. She had told you that she was bringing a friend, and suddenly you were curious. You didn’t know this ‘Mando’ but, you were determined to be friends, that’s just who you were. “Okay Cara, I’ll meet y’all at the cantina!”

Before you got there, you picked some beautiful blue flowers to give to Cara, it was tradition!

When you arrived, you spotted Cara, with her broad shoulders, and what you guessed was Mando. He was dressed in his beskar armor, but without his helmet. The thought of meeting him brought butterflies to your stomach. Weird? Paying no mind, you walked right over to their table and sat down at the open seat. “Y/N you made it!” You gave her a shy smile before looking to the man across from you. “Uh, hi I’m Y/N uh Cara’s told me a lot about you.” It wasn’t a complete lie. She told you all about each mission she went on with him, and how much of a softie he secretly is.

“ hi, I’m Din, nice to meet you” He held his hand out for you to shake. Your hand felt sweaty as you reached for his. You don’t know why you were suddenly nervous. You felt sparks when your hands touched, gross. Since when were you this cheesy? “Pretty flowers,” he commented. “Oh! Thank you! They’re for Cara!” You exclaimed and handed them over. Cara took them and passed some over to Din, who took a big sniff. As he did, his body stiffened as if he was electrocuted.

Time went on and you and Din somehow sat a little bit closer. He would throw a suggestive glance your way, that implied much more. Din didn’t take you as the type of guy to have the cocky, confident attitude he was giving off, but you were liking it. “Y/N, wanna help me get some more drinks?” Din asked. You gave him a curt, shy nod and stood with him. Walking with Din to the bar, he stood close, and his hands would brush yours. That hand would run up your arm to your lower back, as if to guide you. If you could turn any darker shade of red, you would. His simple touch seemed to heat your whole body, and send tingles down your spine. You arrived at the bar and Din ordered three more spotchka’s before he turned to you.

“So, how do you know Cara?” It caught you off guard. “Oh uh, we’ve known each other since we were little, and just about 4 cycles ago we reunited.” You say with a smile, reminiscing on the past. You were sad when she left to be a Rebel shock trooper, you knew you wouldn’t see her for a while, the person you grew up with, who you’d come to love as a sister. “How about you?”

He lowered his head and chuckled, “I met her on Sorgan, uh we had gotten into a fight” He laughed. That went on for a while, the casual back and forth, as if you’d known each other forever. He’d share stories about missions, and the kid, and you, would tell embarrassing ones about Cara. You’d laugh, blush, and got lost in his eyes. You hung onto every word he spoke. The way his lips moved, the pink, plumpness of them.The way he moved his hands about, had you in a trance. You wonder how they would feel wrapped around your- You saw a hand wave in front of your face, the very hand you were fantasizing about.

“Hey! You okay? You zoned out for a minute.” You shook your head, and hoped he couldn’t sense your growing…..

“Yeah, sorry, just uh lost in thought I guess.” Din didn’t press further, just kept the conversation going. “So, any special?” You knew what he was insinuating. “Ah no, there’s no one. There hasn’t been for awhile.” You locked eyes with Din. The dark brown eyes, staring into your soul made you dizzy, and hot. He made your skin crawl with need. “I think I’m gonna get some air.” You said before you walked out into the cool breeze of the night. You couldn’t figure out what was happening to you.

Your skin felt like it was on fire. Your head swimming with need. Cunt dripping with arousal. “What is happening?” You said out loud. You didn’t realize that Din had followed you out. Watching your every move. The way you rubbed your arms, eyes, temple, stomach. Almost clutching it as if you were in pain. Little did you know, he was feeling the same. The same titillation, lust, buzzing, feeling. It was like you both had caught a- oh maker, the flower. It must have been a pollen of some sort.

“Ad’ika?” He asked softly as he approached you. His cheeks were red, at the thought of what he wanted to do to you. His confident act was long gone as he approached your trembling body. “Din-hurts-please” You say in broken fragments. Your insides feel like they were being liquified. Your body spoke before your mind did, and reached out for Din. He walked until he was inches from your body. “Y/N do you- do you feel it too?” At his question you frantically shook your head, yes. “Yeah Din, I feel it-please” He pulled his ungloved hand to your cheek and gently cupped your face. You leaned into his embrace, soothing the ache you felt for a second. “Oh cy’rika, you’re so hot huh? Need me to help you?” He wasn’t gonna tell her about the pollen, rather keep her sweet and innocent, thinking it was her body's natural reaction. “Please” You let out one last time, giving him permission. He pulled your face in, not giving you a kiss, no, just nose to nose, staring into your eyes. Your breathing picks up at the closeness of your bodys. You needed him, you needed him to soothe the ache, the fire, that was happening within you. He finally pushed his lips to yours. You let out a moan mixed with a sigh at the contact. Something inside you preened that he was finally touching you. You and Din made out sloppily before he pulled away and made his descent down your neck. “Mmhm you smell so good ik'aad. Just a needy little thing huh?” You only moaned a reply. He was kissing, licking, biting on your neck, creating bright red marks that would surely be there tomorrow.

It didn’t hit you that you were out in the open, granted it was dark and no one would see you in the alley way, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “Din- oh maker- please I need more” You could feel his smirk against your neck. He pulled away, and started to trail his hands from your hips to under your shirt, trying to remove it. You lifted your arms up, to assist him, and he looked at you with awe, and suddenly was in a rush. “gota'la gar're mesh'la” He said before diving into your chest. Din bit and licked at your breast. He would grab at one nipple with his mouth while he had a hand on the other. He would pull away and watch a string of saliva come from your nipple, with pride. He would listen to the pornographic moans, and feel his ego grow. “Oh maker- Din feels so good!”

“Yeah? Are you ready for more mesh'la?” You nodded. He went to your pants, and shoved his hands in to feel your soaking wet center. He groaned as he felt you. You mewled as Din started to circle your clit with his middle finger, before he would trail down to your opening. “Gotta get you ready huh? Gotta make sure you're nice and wet for me.” Maker, the way he talked. The sweet vibrato of his voice, and the rough pads of his fingers were doing things to you. The fasterhis finger went in and out, the more his palm would rub against your clit, bringing you a little but closer to the edge. “Oh kar'taylir darasuum you like that huh?” “Hmm ye-yeah feels so fucking-” You were cut off by Din crooking his fingers just right, hitting a spot that made your back arch in pleasure. “Din I think I’m gonna- I think I might-” He stops. You stutter out in protest, upset that you were so close, and he just stopped. “Sshh ad’ika, I need to be inside you when you come.” Maker, you could melt into a fucking puddle. You didn’t care that people could walk by and see you getting your brains fucked out but the hottest man on the planet. You never wanted him to stop. Din unzipped his pants, just enough that he could pull his cock out. Gods, he was big, you didn’t know how he was going to fit. He pulled your pants all the way down before he turned you to face the wall, pulling your hips out. “You ready cy’rika?” You turned your head to him and nodded. “Are you sure it’ll fit?” You didn’t have time to think before he entered you with one swift thrust. You both let out a syncronizsed moan. Guess it does. The fire, the ache, the itch you felt, started to melt, just a little. He didn’t give you time to adjust, he started to hammer in you with no care in the world. “Maker, you're so tight. Feels so warm, and inviting.” The more he talked the wetter you got. “This what you need ad’ika, needed someone to fill you to the brim huh” Oh my- your pussy clenched, hard. Din felt it and about came on the spot. If you kept squeezing him like that, he wasn’t gonna last long. “Oh maker- yes Din- needed it so bad, need you to fill me- make me cum” You were panting. The way he fucked you, so sweet but so animalistic, he wanted to be gentle but, he was like a caveman. You savored the contact, you latched on to the careingness and dominance of Din. Your thoughts stopped when he pulled out, turned you around, lifted you up and filled you back up. This was more intimate, facing one another, legs warped around his beskar covered waist. You hid your face in his neck, hiding your red face. Moaning in his ear, leaving trails of spit and bites on his neck, wanting to leave marks of your own. You felt very possessive in that moment. Like you didn’t want anyone else touching him like you are. Din pulled you back by your hair, and kissed you. Like he was desperate for more contact. “Din, harder” You moaned out like you were in heat. Begging to be bread. It was filthy really, being fucked by a man you just met, in a dark alleyway. Begging him to ruin you, in a way no human has. Din pulled back to look into your eyes, when his hand came up to the base of your throat and lightly wrapped his fingers around it. My gods, this man was going to be the death of you. You gave a small nod before Din squeezed just a little tighter. “Such a good girl for me, letting me use her like this, for anyone to see…see you squeezing the life out of my cock” More moans flew out of your mouth. You were babbling at this point, to cock drunk to properly respond. “ge ogir ner kar'taylir darasuum” “Din please I need-” You tugged at the hand on your throat. He titled his head in worry, thinking he was hurting you. That thought disappeared when you brought his hand to your mouth. He rested his thumb on your lips and smirked, “Oh ad’ika, you need my fingers? Just a dumb baby huh, can’t even talk” You whined. He finally pushed his thumb in, at the exact same time he tilted his hips and hit your g-spot. You wanted to tell him you were close, how good he felt, how beautiful he looked fucking you. He beat you to it, “Look so pretty like this, drooling, spaced out and ready to come, ” You nodded, hoping he understood that you were close. Your moans got louder, as they ricoshade of the walls. Gods, the things he did to you. Your body was heating up, and started to shake. He must have sensed that you were close, you couldn’t tell if it was the way you were squeezing his dick or your loud moans. “You close?” He questioned, and you nodded. He took his wet thumb from your mouth, and pushed it onto your clit. He was rubbing harsh circles, praising you, waiting for you to cum. “Yeah gonna cum, gonna cum for me ad’ika- go ahead baby, cum for me” And you did. Your mouth opened in a scream, and you clutched at anything you could grba, at the time it was Din’s cape. “Din!” That’s all he heard, Over and over, like a mantra, the only thing you could remember. There was no time to come down before Din was thrusting again. He grunted and panted, trying to chase his orgasm. You pulled his face to yours so you were nose to nose again. “C’mon Din, want you to cum- want you to cum in me, don’t you want that Din?” He let out a broken moan, and thrust one more time before you felt a warm feeling deep within you. He dropped his head into your neck, and you played with the curly hair at the back of his neck. “You can’t say things like that and not expect me to blow my load like that '' You giggled at his exaggeration. You didn’t verbally respond, just a slight hum. No one said anything for a while. Your fever had broken, and you were no longer trembling. You’d hope that you would see him again. That you wouldn’t have to see him touch another woman. You wanted to wear his clothes, and parade his marks around. You wanted him to call you everyday, so your phone was never dry, and lonely. It didn’t matter that you just met Din, you wanted him. You wanted him to make you his, his woman. “Din?” He hummed back, still inside you. “Will I see you again?” He pulled his head away from your neck, and smiled. “Do you want to?” You nodded at him, and blushed. Di-d you- Did you want to?? He didn’t say anything, just pulled you in for a kiss. A kiss of a new beginning, under the stars of Nevarro.

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You know.... this is random, but I keep thinking about Harry’s pink converse that we saw in the another man mag archive. They were so dirty and run down and I’m thinking of the amount of times that he must have worn them and we never SAW!!! Just goes to show that we only see a fraction of everything.. ahhh how I wish I could’ve seen Harry wearing his pink converse 🥺🥺 only I still remember people in the fandom saying that they were actually red 🙄 but anyway. I keep thinking about them

i think about these things all the time actually. not just the converse (whether pink or not). like the photo that was found from Glenn’s instagram of harry wearing those metallic pink boots back in 2015 (ish?)

or when there’d be traces of chipped or light colored nail polish that had been taken off or lightly applied during certain dates of WWA & OTRA

or back in 2016, when grimmy mentioned that harry wore nail polish often in private and that his favorite color was black before harry came out for the first time wearing nail polish during his Another Man launch party

or that he wore dresses/enjoyed them in private per the HS1 polaroids and the screen shot of lights up directors cut before we ever saw him publicly in a couple.

there’s so many things, and you’re right. we see such a small fraction of all of their lives and usually it’s what they choose to show publicly. and it really does warm my heart seeing how far harry has been able to grow in his identity and expression over the past few years where these things mentioned above seem small in comparison to where he’s at it now, but at the time was very significant.

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goldencherryhazz · 2 years

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HARRY FOR BETTER HOMES AND GARDENS MAGAZINE!!

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Houston, Ft. Lauderdale, Atlanta, Nashville, Hershey, Philadelphia, Toronto, Boston, New York City (one), New York City (two),

Live on Tour.

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Chronicles of a Black Girl Vol 3: Family Reunion |Harry Styles|

Warnings: Fluff, lil angst, cursing

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Don’t kill me LMFAOO ik I said this morning but ya got it tonight. You got the trick from trick or treat. But this one is real cute and ish and I kept the same concept I just made it so that he meets her whole family and not just her parents. Please give me feedback and tell me how you felt. It’s much appreciated. Tell me how you honestly felt. I’m about to post the master list and it’ll show you the title of the next fic and that one and man y’all gone die its adorable. Enjoy pt 3 and thanks for reading all of them I appreciate y’all a fuck load. <3

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If you don’t know, black people have three main values that are held above others: their hair, some good “put you to sleep after you eat about 2 plates” soul food and family. Family reunions and get-togethers are the highlights of the year. It is the time where they could all be together in one setting and enjoy one another's presence, the time where the adults would play spades and talk grown folk talk, and the time where your distant relatives would pull you into a hug filled with a strong perfume and hit you with that, “Oh hi baby, I haven’t seen you since you were two years old! You remember me?” There’s no greater feeling than being surrounded by those foil trays that were filled to the brim with mouth-watering sweet potatoes, potato salad (not the shit white people make with apples and all that other bullshit! as (Y/N) would put it), and that creamy, golden mac n’ cheese that black people would kill for (if made correctly, (Y/N)’s mom refuses to make anything but baked macaroni). The feeling of satisfaction one gets from being surrounded by uncles and aunties, grandmas and granddads, and listening to them tell stories about stuff that happened decades ago that still makes all of them laugh until they're crying. And the music! Oh yes-- that authentic soul music that was carefully constructed by the legendary artist who had the power to change peoples lives and move somebody's soul (Maze featuring Frankie Beverly, Michael Jackson, The Temptations, Gladys Knight, Ms. Lauryn Hill ((Y/N)'s ultimate favorite) , New Edition ). It was the music that would make those same aunts and uncles get up and dance horribly until their heart's content without the fear of judgment. Black people live for moments like such: to just sit around and be unconditionally black.

At the start of the semester, Harry and (Y/N) had been paired to do a project for their business law course (a class both of them regretted taking). At first (Y/N) was a little wary to be working with Harry, she'd never had any interaction with the boy except for when he asked to borrow a pencil and surprisingly gave it back in the end. After just twenty minutes of working with him, there wasn't a reason to be worried at all. In all her twenty-one years of living, she'd never met someone so goofy in her life (except her two older brothers). Harry was so sweet and funny it was almost hard to stay concentrated at the task at hand. That probably explains why they got a B- on the assignment instead of an A. Since then the two became friends, then best friends, and after months of teasing from Harrys best mate, Niall, they'd become boyfriend and girlfriend.

They'd been dating for nearly three months and so far Harry's only met (Y/N)'s older brothers, Anthony and Caleb. Their first meeting wasn't in the most typical way. For one, all four of them were drunk off their asses after a night out at a frat party. Caleb and Anthony played multiple rounds of patty-cake with Harry, giggling while (Y/N) lied on her couch laughing at her toes. Her brothers adored Harry in every possible aspect. The three of them have become the best of friends and hang out all of the time which makes (Y/N) so, so happy. She's had a plethora of boyfriends (she’s quite the chocolate catch) and her brothers have hated every single one of them, always making sure (Y/N) knew that they aren't good enough for her. “You saw what he was wearing? His pants are sagging and falling to his fucking knees! His knees, (Y/N)!” Going from them to Harry was a drastic but much-needed change that both Caleb and Anthony appreciated a lot. They wanted nothing but the best for their baby sister and they knew Harry was as good as it was gonna get.

"So do you want to go with me? You don't have to if you're not ready, babe."

On her way home from work she'd gotten a call from her dear mother regarding the annual family reunion and of course she invited Harry. Went on for nearly ten minutes about how “the two of you have been dating for three months, that boy's gonna have to meet the family sooner or later!” The conversation mainly consisted of momma (Y/L/N) talking and (Y/N) giving her a couple of mhm's and yes ma's here and there. "Course I'll come, lovie. Been dyin' to meet your family!" he beamed, excited as she had predicted. Harry valued family more than anything so meeting hers was a big step in their relationship. "You're not nervous or anything, right? I mean for real, if you are then we really don't even gotta go. They won't even miss us," she assured him. In all honesty, (Y/N) didn't want to rush anything with Harry. She really really liked him and she was fully aware of how rowdy and wild her family can get.

"No babe, it's gonna be fun! M'excited!" he grinned wrapping his arm around his girlfriend's waist.

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Harry was never a shy or nervous person, it just wasn't him. He'd never really been in a situation where he was incredibly anxious and meeting (Y/N)'s parents were no different. He was absolutely positive that they'd love him and he assured (Y/N) that multiple times when she'd brought up meeting them. He was a people pleaser, someone who wanted to satisfy everyone, someone who naturally appealed to everyone. Harry had never been in a position to which he had to appeal to someone who didn't like him because everyone liked him, even if they didn't want to.

"When is it again, button?" Harry questioned, playing with (Y/N)'s kinky locks. She'd just finished washing her hair and Harry absolutely loved watching her condition and style it. "Uh, the day after tomorrow. So Wednesday? Yeah Wednesday," she concluded, slabbing on a generous amount of leave in conditioner. He grinned, doing the same to another section of her hair (he also enjoyed assisting her in styling her hair, the conditioner smelled of coconuts and almonds that nearly made him drool). "You're really excited aren't you?" she questioned. "Course I am. S'a big step in our relationship and I've always wanted to meet your parents. You're mum especially," (Y/N) snorted. Like the majority of black moms (Y/N)'s was crazy crazy. Her childhood consisted of a ton of life lessons that stemmed from a simple joke (Y/N) would make or a movie that wasn't meant to be taken way out of context, her mom constantly telling all her friends (some of which (Y/N) didn't even know) all of her business, and plenty of ass whoopings with the following: a switch, a belt, or any random object momma (Y/L/N) could get her hands on. "Oh yes, you'll love her. She's a peach."

"Oi, why are you laughin'?" he poked her sides.

"No reason baby,' she chuckled, pressing her lips to his cheek.

"I'm positive you're parents will love me. M'gonna be the first boyfriend your family likes. Even Caleb and Anthony said so!" She rolled her eyes, of course they would think so. They adore Harry because he's nothing like the lot of old boys she used to fool around with. "Yeah and you'll also be the first white boy I've brought home so that'll be something." she joked. Harry stiffened, "you're serious? They're not gonna like me then (Y/N)!" He began panicking. Not once did he think he'd need to worry about someone not liking him because of his skin color. Not once did he have to feel worried about being picked apart and judged based on the color of his skin. In fact, he'd never worried about anything regarding his skin tone because it has and would never affect his daily life.

She turned, stopping the commotion with her hair to focus on her very panicky boyfriend who looked as if he were going to cry at any given moment. She wrapped her arms around him pulling him into a tight hug, rubbing her soft hands up and down his back (a tactic she learned only but weeks ago that would calm him down). "Hey, hey, hey. I was just joking, baby. You don't have to be worried about them not liking you because you're white. They don't care. You could be green and they'd still love you," she smiled, trying to contain a laugh. It was amusing to see how worked up he would get over minute situations like such. (Y/N) thought it was so adorable that he'd even cared so much. "You're sure? They're not gonna kick me out or somethin' right?" he looked up at her. "I promise they won't," she laughed, she knew her family wasn’t like that. They loved everyone. Even with that, Harry was still convinced that (Y/N)'s family were going to hate him. He simply smiled and nodded and continued to work conditioner into her hair and twist it in hopes to calm him down.

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Now, the both of them were standing in front of (Y/N)'s parent's house waiting nervously for someone to answer the door and Harr, for the first time, really felt as though he was about to shit his pants on their poor porch. He wanted to run and hide behind her mothers beautiful rose bush and stay there until this whole conjuncture was over. He wrapped his long digits around (Y/N)'s and squeezed her hand for reassurance. "Hey, it's gonna be alright. I swear," she whispered just as the door began to open.

"(Y/N), my sweet grandbaby. I almost thought you weren't gonna show up!"

"Grandma!" (Y/N) smiled, engulfing the short woman in a hug. "Missed you so much," she smiled. They had a short conversation before she turned her attention to the six-foot boy behind (Y/N) who had been smiling at their very sweet interaction. "And who's this handsome young man you brought with you, suga?" Harry smiled, his nerves calming somewhat. He introduced himself, going in for a handshake but (Y/N)'s grandma slapped his hand away and pulled him down for a hug professing, you’re family now, act like it boy! "How cute. Oh!-- And muscular too! Chiiiild, wait till ya auntie gets a load of this one. Come on now, the rest of the family's in the backyard. Ya mommas in the kitchen talking shit per usual go help her, baby. I'll take care of Harry." she smiled, wrapping her arm around his. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and giggled at her grandmother's goofy antics and kissed Harry before walking away and assuring him that she'd be in the kitchen if he needed her.

Harry charmed (Y/N)'s grandmother, Kelly (grandma K is what she told him to call her since he was apart of the family now), rather fast. She led him to the back and introduced him to (Y/N)'s uncles, aunts, cousins, and all of her (including great) grandparents. All of them welcomed Harry with open arms. They had so many questions regarding his family and life in the UK, what he did for a living (he was CFO at a major marketing company, they were so proud of his title at such a young age, ya gotta be a stable man while dating our niece! her uncles would say), and his feelings about their (Y/N). An immense amount of aww's was given from the way he talked about her (Y/N's younger cousins, Mikayla and Jordan (ten), thought Harry was so cute and were really just aww'ing at how good he looked). Everyone was easily able to tell how in love Harry was with (Y/N) even though they haven't said it to one another yet (it’s only been three months)

"Harry, I fixed you a plate baby." (Y/N) smiled, interrupting a playful but heated conversation that Harry, her younger cousin Anthony (seventeen), and her father were having about the Chicago Bears and the Green Bay Packers. He smiled and grabbed the plate from her and motioned for her to sit in his lap. He pressed a kiss on her cheek and thanked her. Harry finally felt calm, that is until another short woman stepped in front of the two and began staring him down. It didn't take long for Harry to realize that it was (Y/N)'s mother, the resemblance was uncanny. He nearly choked, becoming nervous yet again. This was the big boss. He thought he was going to be more afraid of (Y/N)'s dad who, though still wary of his little girl dating, (she's twenty- one) loves Harry. He even went as far as to invite Harry to the next super bowl party and he's never done that for any of (Y/N)'s boyfriends!

"(Y/N) who's this?" she questioned.

"Ma, this is Harry, my boyfriend. Harry this is my mom, Christine," Harry stood up to formally greet the woman with a handshake but she, much like her own mother, pulled him down into a bone-crushing hug. For such small women, they both had deadly grips. "Harry, it's so nice to finally meet you! Dunno why (Y/N)'s been hiding you from us, baby." she pinched his cheeks. "You's bout the cutest thing too! Oh my lord!" she grinned. By now Harry was feeling like an idiot, the biggest fucking idiot. (Y/N)'s family had actually taken a liking to him. He did all that worrying for nothing, all that crying to (Y/N) over the phone at 2 AM because he couldn’t sleep for nothing, and spent all that time googling good reasons as to why you can't go to your girlfriends family reunion for nothing!

"What are these?" Harry questioned.

"Those are called greens. It's good I promise." (Y/N) stifled a laugh. He’d been asking a lot of questions about the food simply because he’d never heard of some of it. After swallowing his first bite, he couldn't stop. Harry had devoured three plates of food and somehow managed to fit a serving from both her moms homemade banana pudding and her chocolate pie. "Bloody hell, that was so good." he yawned, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck. "M'sleepy (Y/N)," she giggled, knowing good and well of the after effect of soul food, and kissed the top of his head.

"Damn it, why’d it take you so long to bring him ‘round here (Y/N)!" her aunts asked, playfully slapping her thigh.

"I just didn't wanna rush anything, hop off! And on top of that, I told him he was the first white boy I'd ever brought home and he flipped shit on me! Thought y'all weren't gonna like him!" The lot of them erupted in a fit of laughter. "Oh child, you ain't gotta worry about that. We all love you to pieces. Such a cute thing you are. Better than those ol' raggedy hoodlums she used to bring 'round here before!" her grandmother interjected, swatting at her thigh as well.

"Grandma K! See now why you gotta go and bring them up. That was in high school!" (Y/N) whined, gaining a loud laugh from her grandmother. She'd never been any good at picking boyfriends. None of her family members ever liked any of them, they truly were a bad influence on her.

The rest of the night concluded in her family telling the most embarrassing stories from her childhood to Harry. (Y/N) didn't think they were funny at all but Harry was proper amused. I'm talking doubled over, gasping for air, tears spilling down his cheeks amused. What made it even funnier was how annoyed she was getting, stomping and whining like a two-year-old. "Ugh, man I swear I hate y'all! You're supposed to be on my side Harry!" she shoved him to the ground.

"Baby, stop!" he nearly choked, trying to catch his breath all while laughing and trying to keep his very cute (but very annoyed) girlfriend from attacking him. "(Y/N) stop! You're gonna mess his face up!" Mikayla and Jordan tugged at her shirt, somehow pulling her off of Harry. Now everyone was laughing at the scene.

"M'very sorry for laughing at how you shit on your mum's hand as a baby, love." Harry smiled, kissing all over her face (a tactic he learned that made her forgive him almost immediately). She shoved him back one last time and laughed. "I hate y'all for real!" Harry grinned, settling back in his rather comfortable fold out chair and pulled (Y/N) back onto his lap.

"M'glad we came. I really did all that worrying for nothing, petal. Your family loves me like I knew they would." he joked.

She rolled her eyes, "don't act like you weren't about to shit yourself earlier, big shot." "Lower your voice!" he warned, earning yet another laugh from grandma K.

"No need to get embarrassed suga! I told ya, you's apart of the family now. Now come over here and dance with an old lady," she commanded, gaining a large grin from both Harry and (Y/N).

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