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Late Night Talking
Summary: Harry shows y/n his new song he wrote
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, biting, hair pulling, oral (f rec), simple cute filth
My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.
QUARANTINE HARRY
"I wrote a song for the new album." Harry says as he plays with my hair, "I think you'll like it."
"Yeah?" I lean up and bend my arm on the back of the couch, resting my hand on my hand, "Let's hear it."
He smiles shyly and lets out a sigh, "Okay." He taps his fingers on his leg and nods his head slightly as he hums, "We've been doin' all this late night talkin'.. 'Bout anythin' you want until the mornin'..Now you're in my life..I can't get you off my mind."
He looks over at me and shrugs, "It's just- something."
I smile and stare at him, "I can't wait to hear the full song, Harry." I bite my lip, "What's it about?"
His head snaps over to me quickly and a smile grows on his face. He shakes his head, "nothing." He chuckles, "Well, If you really want to know."
I nod, "Kind of."
He sighs and points to me, "You. Us."
"Really?" I tilt my head and smile, "Hmm."
"That a bad hmm?"
I shake my head, "Not at all. I just, I never really thought anyone would write a song about me."
He holds his arms open for me to lay on his chest, "I had to. You were the perfect muse for me."
"Perfect?" I lay a hand on his stomach, "Really?"
"Mhm. It's about, two people. Who.." he pauses and I can hear his heart beat speed up, "kinda.. fell in love during a certain time period.."
I believe he's referring to us being quarantined together.
"And they were away from each other, for only a couple days and ended up missing each other."
I smile and looks up at him, "That sounds very familiar."
He smirks and nods, "Yeah, yeah. Just wait until you hear the full song. It'll really hit you then."
I smile and shift closer to him, I lay an arm over his and play with his hair at the nape of his neck, "So. Late Night Talking.. does that refer to us.. not talking? Or.."
"Yes and no." He chuckles, "All the different conversations we have and had while laying in bed together for all hours of the night."
I twirl his hair around my finger and look over his face, "I like it."
"You didn't even-"
"I don't have to hear it, because if it's a song, written by you, about me. I know it'll be amazing." I lean in and kiss his lips.
He smiles and brushes hair out of my face, "You are pretty great, y/n."
"So are you." I kiss him again, gradually working up to a passionate make out, "So.. are we going.. to do.. some.. not talking.. late night.. talking?" I ask in between kisses.
He nods and pulls me into his lap, "Mhm."
His hands slide down my body and he lifts my shirt up and over my head tossing it behind us, "You don't need that." He says before reconnecting our lips.
I wrap my arms around his neck and grind down onto him. He moans lowly against my lips and kisses down my chest. He slides his hands back up and takes a nipple between each of his fingers.
I tilt my head back and moan as he nips the skin on my boobs.
He pushes his hips up to meet mine and I moan as the friction is applied hard to my clit, "Harry." I breathe out, "I need you."
He looks up at me and I look down at him. He continues to knead and pinch at my boobs, watching as my eyes roll back, "Harry." I whimper, "P-please."
"It has been a couple of days since I've had you, hasn't it?" He asks with a low chuckle.
I nod and pull his hair, "Yes."
"Looks like we have to do something about that, don't we baby?" He wraps an arm around my waist and stands up.
We make our way into the bedroom, and he throws me onto his bed, "I've missed you."
I smile up at him, "I've missed you."
He slips off his tee and pushes his sweats down, "I'm going to make you feel so good tonight." He takes my panties off and spreads my legs, looking over what he's missed.
Without another word he lays down on the bed and hooks his arms under my thighs and presses his tongue to my clit, letting out a loud moan, "Mm."
I arch my back off the bed and I gasp. I slam my hands down on the bed and grab the blanket, "Shit."
He works his way down, his mustache tickles my skin as his tongue sliding up and down my folds. I let out a loud moan, pulling him closer with my legs.
I tangle my fingers into his hair, "H-Harry." I gasp out as I start to pant. My chest rises and falls quickly as he slurps on my pussy, working me up to cum.
"Shit shit." I moan and roll my eyes closed, "Fuck." I whimper as I clench around his tongue. I let out a whine as I cum on his face and my arms fall limp to the bed.
Usually Harry pulls away by now but he didn't. Instead, he slips two fingers inside of me and curls them slowly.
Over and over again.
I arch my back off the bed and moan out his name loudly, "Harry."
He moans against my clit and works his fingers faster.
I'm back to panting and I can feel sweat start to form on my skin, "Fuck. Fuck." I moan, my hands desperately grabbing at his hair and pushing his head into me, "H-Harry."
He brings me to my second orgasm or the night and he leans back slightly to kiss up my thighs. I can feel the wetness from me clinging to the hair on his face and I bite my lip as he crawls up to hover over me.
"You like that?" He asks with a smug smirk on his face.
I nod, "very much."
He nods once and leans down to kiss me. Our lips move in sync as he kicks his underwear off, "I can't wait to feel you again." He mumbles as he kisses down my neck.
I place my hands on his chest and shoulder as he rubs the head of his cock against my soaked pussy. My nails press into his skin as he slowly pushes in and my lips part as a quiet gasp escapes my lips.
He moans and tilts his head back, "Fuck."
I wrap an arm around his neck and look up at him, "I've missed how good you feel."
He nods, "Uh huh." He presses his forehead to mine and slowly starts to thrust, "I agree."
I lay a hand on his cheek and bring my leg up to lay across his back. He reaches down and his hand grips the outer side of my thigh, "Fuck baby."
He locks his eyes with mine, "You-" he shakes his head and moans, "Make me feel so good."
I kiss him and moan into his mouth. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls back slightly. I gasp and pull myself closer to him.
I clench around him as I get ready to cum again, "Harry." I whimper as I dig my nails into his back.
He moans and slides a hand up to grip my hair. He tilts my head back and latches onto my skin.
I'll be surprised if there isn't a hickey there later.
I arch my back up, my chest pressing against his, "Fuck." I curse as my orgasm takes over my body for the third time.
He moans and let's go of my hair, "Fuck."
He places his hands on the bed next to my head and his thrusts get harder.
He groans as they gradually slow down and he pulls out, pumping his cock as he cums onto my stomach.
He stays still for a moment as we both catch our breathe.
"Amazing as always." He says with a smile. He stands up and walks over to the bathroom grabbing something to clean us both up with.
He tosses the towel into the basket and gets into bed next to me, planting a kiss onto my forehead, "So what do you want to talk about tonight?"
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So, You’re Mr…
Summary: Y/N meets Harry during a night out, hooks up with him then finds out something wild the next day.
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of alcohol, partying, oral (both), fingering, name calling, squirting, unprotected slightly drunken sex, teacher!harry, teacher x student, absolutely filthy smut
Not a request
Master
MUSTACHE HARRY
“Can I buy you a drink?”
You turn your head to see a guy standing there smiling down at you.
He is hot.
He’s got on jeans that are ripped out at the knees, a vintage tee, and a hat with white sunglasses resting on the brim. His eyes are glassy, but you can tell they’re pretty, and his mustache and beard makes him even even more attractive.
You smile back at him, “You most definitely can.”
He nods and waves down the bartender, “Two of whatever she’s having.”
You order the drink and finish your other one as you turn towards him, “So, what’s your name?”
“Harry, what’s yours?”
“Y/n.”
He smiles, “I like that name. Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He reaches around you for the drinks and you can smell his cologne and he smells delicious.
He also looks familiar, but you just can’t put your finger on it.
“Do you go to school around here?” He asks leaning in. You nod, “I’m a senior over at Calloway.”
He nods and takes a sip of his drink, “Wanna dance?”
You finish your drink, “Please.” You set your empty glass down and walk with him as he guides you through the crowd.
You can feel the sexual tension grow as you grind on him to the beat of the song that’s playing. He leans down and groans slightly in your ear, “Keep grinding on me like that and I just might have to take you home.”
You bite your lip, tempted by his words.
You lean your head back, “Why don’t you just do it anyway.”
His hands tighten around your waist and he pulls your ass back to him more, “Don’t tempt me.”
“I’m telling you to.” You turn around to face him and crash your lips onto his.
He groans against your lips and leans back, “Come on.”
He grabs your wrist and leads you out of the bar. He pushes you up against the wall as he drunkenly presses his lips to yours.
Your tongues move together as you exchange and swallow each others moans, “fuck. I need you.” You pant as he kisses down your neck, “Now.”
“Your place or mine?” He asks kissing back up your neck.
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Come on.”
You guys laugh and talk as you walk to his place two blocks away. You had to keep your hands on one another in some way, whether it was holding hands or arms around each other, it had to be something.
Harry unlocks his door and pushes the door open. He turns to you and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his neck.
His lips find yours as he walks in and shuts the door behind him.
“You’re so fucking sexy.” You mumble against his lips. He walks you to the couch and sits down, “I can say the same thing about you.”
His hands slide up and pull your shirt off, tossing it behind him, “Fuck. You’re just a little slut aren’t you, no bra?”
You smirk, “Was hoping someone like you would take me home.” He leans in, taking your perked up nipple between his teeth, biting down gently to suck on it.
You moan and run your hand through his hair. The hair on his chin scratches at your skin, adding to the pleasure.
“Fuck, Harry.” You tug on his hair, earning a moan from him. You smirk and look down at him, pulling his hair a little harder, “You like that?”
He looks up at you with a smirk, “Maybe.” He sits back and slides his hand up to your neck, gripping it as he pulls you down, “Can I see if that mouth is as good as it sounds?”
You bite your lip and nod, “Please do.”
He sits you back up and let’s go of you neck. He nods for you to get off, so you get up and go to take off your skirt.
“No. Leave it on.”
You look at Harry who’s now standing there naked, “It’s such a sexy fucking skirt.” He walks over and presses his back against your chest, “Such a short skit, fit for a little slut like you.” He chuckles, “I love it.”
His hand grips your throat, squeezing slowly as his other hand slides down the front of your body and slips under your skirt.
His fingers press against your thinly clothed pussy, “You’re soaked, sweetheart.”
You whimper and reach behind you, stroking his cock slowly, “Only for you.”
“Yeah?” His fingers move inside and rub against your wet folds, “Maybe.” His teeth sink into the skin of your neck and suck. He leaves dark purple marks up and down and on top of your shoulder.
You moan as your body falls back into him, “Fuck.” You whimper out. His grip tightens as he slips two fingers inside of you, “Such a tight little cunt.”
He nips at your ear, “Can’t wait to feel my cock stretch it out.”
You moan and you feel your legs getting shaky, “H-Harry. Fuck.”
“Does that feel good? Hmm.” His voice is low and deep, just like his moans as you continue to pump his cock.
“Y-yes.” You squeak out, “Y-yes.”
He lets go of your neck and wraps an arm around your torso, holding you up as he fastens the pace of his fingers, “Fuck, cum for me.”
You start to melt into him as pleasure fully engulfs your body, “Fuckfuck fuck… fuck Harry.” You clench around his fingers and dig your nails into his arm, “shit shit.”
“Come on, baby. Don’t be afraid.” He latches onto your neck again, deepening the already purple marks, “I wanna feel you cum on my fingers.”
You let out a loud moan, panting as you clench and cum on his hand. You feel a little bit of liquid drip out, and you know that you just squirted.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck.” Harry gasps and groans, “You just squirted for me. That was fucking sexy as hell.”
You stand up and feel the wetness on your thighs. You turn to him and drop to your knees. His lips part and he smirks, “Fuck, didn’t even have to tell you. I like that.”
You look up at him and smile, “I’ll do anything.”
He chuckles, “Yeah? We might be seeing each other again real soon.” He lays a hand on your head, “let me fuck that gorgeous mouth.”
You luck your lips and open your mouth so you can stick your tongue out. He rubs the tip of his cock on your tongue before sliding it in.
You wrap your lips around him and bob your head, quickly getting into a good rhythm.
“Oh fuck, y/n. Yeah that’s it.” He tilts his head back, eyes closed and his lips are parted as he pants, “Fuck.” He pushes your head down as he bucks his hips.
You take a deep breathe through your nose and relax as you allow him to slide into your throat. You gag around him and he moans, “Fuck. You’re such a little slut. You’re doing so fucking good at taking my cock.”
Your eyes roll back as they tear up. He thrusts his cock slowly in and out, causing you to gag each time.
He holds your head down on him for a few second before lifting your head off of him, “I wanna taste that pussy.”
You wipe your cheeks and chin and move to the couch, taking off your panties and tossing them to the ground. He walks over and lays a few fingers under your chin, “Sit on my face.”
You smirk, “Okay. Lay down.”
He shakes his head, “Turn around and get on your knees.” He sits down on the floor and lays his head back onto the couch, “Now straddle my head.”
You lift you leg and place it on the other side of his head. His hands slide up to your ass, gripping at your skin as you lower yourself down into his mouth.
His nose rubs your clit in just the right way, causing you to moan out. His tongue darts in and out of you and you reach a hand down, gripping his hair and tugging.
He moans against you and you gasp, “Fuck, fuck. Gonna cum again, h-Harry.”
He moans against you and brings a hand up to smack your ass. You whimper and bite your lip, “Again.”
He raises his other hand and slaps the skin of your other ass cheek.
You moan out, “Fuck. Fuck.” You grind your hips down onto his face, tilting your head back as you clench around his tongue, “Shit.”
He pulls your hips down onto him and starts working his lips and tongue against your folds and inside of you.
You let out a loud moan and grip the back of the couch, “Ah fuck.”
You cum again with a string of moans and swear words. Harry eats you out through your high and lifts your hips up so he can sit up, “Fuck, you’re absolutely delicious, y/n. I could eat you all day.”
You smirk and look at him over your shoulder, “Yeah, I could do this all day.”
He shakes his head and grips your hips, rubbing the head of his cock on your sensitive cunt, “You’re so fucking sexy.”
He grips your hips and thrusts his cock in fully.
You let out a whined moan, panting as you feel his cock stretching your walls, “Fuck, you’re so big baby. Feels so good.”
“Your pussy feels incredible. Fuck. I could stay buried in it just like this..” he moans as he slowly pulls out, thrusting in slow and deep.
He holds it there for a few second before building up to a fast and punishable pace.
He slides his hand up your back and grabs a fist full of hair, “Fuck, you’re so fucking-“ he moans and pulls your hair, tilting your head back as he rams his cock into you.
You push your hips back to meet his thrusts, gasping and moaning as he hits that little spot each time with the head of his cock.
“Fuck, I want to coat those walls with my cum.” He grunts, “I need to be in you.”
“Do it.” You moan, “Cum in me, please.”
“I want to feel you cum on my cock first, baby.” He lets go if your hair and brings a hand down, slapping your ass cheek hard and rubbing over it.
You whimper out, “Fuck, again.”
He repeats his actions to the other side and you moan, “Fuck.” You clench around his cock, “So close.”
He spreads your ass cheeks and spits, coating your asshole with it. He circles his thumb around before slowly pushing it in, “Wanna be in this one next time.”
You gasp and let out a moan, “Fuck, yes. Yesyes.”
“Such a dirty little slut wanting me to fuck that tight little asshole of yours.” He groans and digs his finger tips of his other hand into your lower back, “Fuck, I need you to cum, baby.”
You clench around his cock and your head falls down, “Shit. Fucking shit.”
Your body tenses up as you cum on his cock. He moans as you clench and unclench around him.
He can’t hold it back anymore.
His cum shoots out, coating your walls with it. He pushes in deeper, taking his thumb out so he can grip your hips.
“Fuck.” He grunts as he pants.
He holds his cock there for a few moments, catching his breathe before he pulls out. You lean up against the back of the couch and Harry uses his shirt to wipe you and him off.
“You okay?”
You look at him and nod, “Oh yes. I’m great. Are you?”
He smirks and nods, “Better if I had a shower. Care to join me?”
You smile as you think about it, but turn the offer down, “I should probably get home. I hate to fuck and leave, but I have an early class in the morning.”
He nods and chuckles, “Yeah, I can understand that.”
You get up and get half dressed before walking up to him. You pull him into a kiss and lean back, “I definitely want to see you again. Maybe lunch?”
He smiles and nods, “Sure thing.” He pecks your lips, “Let me put my number in your phone.”
You nod and hand him your phone so he can add himself while you finish dressing.
“Just text me so I have yours.” He hands you your phone back and looks you up and down, “You really are beautiful, and you’re not a slut, I just- that was in the mo-“
“No, I get it.” You laugh, “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
He nods, “I can agree with you on that.. let me get dressed and I can walk you home?”
You nod and smile, “I’d like that.”
——
“You literally only live right around the block, how insane is that?” Harry laughs as he walks you up to your door. You laugh, “If I would have known that I would’ve just walked myself.”
He shakes his head, “No. at least I know you got home safe.” He leans in and kisses your forehead, “Goodnight, y/n.”
“Goodnight, Harry.”
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You woke up late.
You slept through your alarms.
“Shit shit shit.” You curse as you quickly throw on leggings and a sweater. You have a new class starting today and this was not the impression you wanted to give the professor.
You look at the clock, “Fuck. I’m going to be so late.”
You slip on your shoes and go out to your car, throwing your stuff onto the passenger seat, you get in and start heading to your class.
You speed walk into the building and push open the door. You round the corner, carrying all your book and quickly make your way to the classroom.
You open the door and your heart absolutely falls to your ass.
Harry.
He’s your new professor.
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lost n found
summary - you are lost in italy the night before your wedding
pairing: fiancé!harry x reader
word count: ~2k
You were definitely lost.
Drunk and lost.
To: harry - im so sor:(y
From: harry - Baby, you’re fine❤️ Drop me your location and I’ll come find you. Please don’t move xx
To: harry - okaY.i love you xox
So currently you were sat on a stone wall, somewhere on a random side street in a small Italian village, waiting for your boyfriend to come and pick you up.
Harry had gone out with a few of his closest guy friends for drinks, for one last night as an unmarried man.
You and your girls had gone out for drinks too and you had mentioned to the boys that you would catch them up later.
At some point during the evening, though, you and the girls had all gone to the beach and you had gone to the toilet. It had been a trek to find one, only when you tried to find your way back you took so many drunken wrong turns that you couldn’t tell your legs from rights now.
Reading a map was useless, but sending Harry messages wasn’t.
You originally hadn’t wanted to send him any messages, not wanting to ruin his last night a “free” man but at some point you had become a little too lost to care.
Swinging your legs as you sat on the wall, you watched the birds fly overhead amongst the clear blue sky. You detailed all the cracks in the old buildings and counted twelve windows on one wall alone.
Your brain was fuzzy and your eyes kept on wanting to close from tiredness. You would be blaming a lot of your girl friends tomorrow for the continuous passing of shots your way.
Your phone rang in your hand.
“Yeah?” You answered, not even checking the caller ID.
“Baby? Love? Can y’hear me?” Harry asked.
“Yeah.”
“You’re not where y’said you’d be.” Harry sounded stressed.
“N-no I am. I sent you my location a-and I haven’t moved.”
You stood up and could feel yourself starting to panic. If Harry didn’t know where you were then there was no way of you knowing. Harry wasn’t ever a big enough drinker to get really drunk, unlike you.
You only ever got drunk when you felt you were in a safe environment, like tonight had been surrounded by all your closest girl friends. Or always with Harry.
Now that you didn’t have anyone and you were still drunk, you were getting anxiety of being alone and intoxicated.
Cue to shaky hands and tears.
“Are y’sure baby?”
“Y-yes. Fuck me. You’re not going to find me. Fuck. I don’t – shit – I.. I’m…”
“Hey, hey. Y/N, baby. Woah, slow down for me, okay? I am coming for you, okay? I just.. It was my mistake and I just need to relocate myself. You’re okay.”
Your phone was shaky in your hands and you started twisting your body around, as if expecting some random creepy guy to come around the corner and take advantage of you.
The twisting didn’t help your head, though, and was making you feel increasingly dizzy and sick.
“Y/N?” Harry asked urgently and you wondered whether you’d missed something he said.
“I-I’m scared.” You honestly said, backing yourself against a wall and trying to let the cool stone calm you down.
Your tears will no doubt have ruined your minimal makeup by now, not that that was a main priority of yours right now.
“Honey, you’re okay. I’ll be there soon, I promise.”
Harry sounded like he was running.
His voice sounded a little breathy and you could hear the fast movement of wind through the speakerphone.
“Y/N, love, turn on your data.” Harry said.
“I ran out.” You banged your head back against the wall, not even thinking about the pain that just caused.
You whimpered as you sank down onto the floor, knees tucked close to your chest and arm wrapped around your legs. Your phone was still to your ear, with Harry’s voice being the only sane thing in this moment.
“Okay, okay.” Harry muttered to himself rather than you. More running sounded from Harry’s end of the phone. “Baby, y’still there?”
“Mm.”
Your mind travelled to many worst case scenarios and due to how bad they were your panic only increased.
This was supposed to be your last nights as an unmarried couple and you couldn’t help but feel like you’d ruined that. He must’ve been having such a good night.
You’d seen a couple of photos on his private Instagram story and other people’s Instagram stories. Your fiancé looked divine. He just looked so perfect that it was difficult to believe that he had chosen you and you got to call him yours.
It did make you nearly cry that he was thinking of you, via Instagram, though.
“You feeling okay, baby?” Harry asked.
“Don’t know. I’m so sorry, Harry.”
“It’s okay. I’m not angry or upset. Just want to make sure you’re okay, my love.”
“Okay.”
“So you have to be brave for me, okay?”
“Yes, okay.”
You got stuck for a moment, trying to think of possible ways you could calm yourself down and distract yourself. Luckily, Harry was already one step ahead.
“Hey, baby?” He grabbed your attention.
“Yeah.”
“We’re getting married tomorrow.”
You couldn’t help but let the smile take over your face. You weren’t scared at all for tomorrow. You had no nervous jitters. All you felt was love in your heart for your husband to be.
“We are.”
“And you’re going to look so beautiful.”
“So are you.”
“I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress. I bet it looks so pretty.”
You sniffled, building back your strength and overcoming your anxiety. A lot of your strength came from the love you hold for Harry.
You heard a noise from your left and looked to see a cat rustling through some litter.
Your heart deflated when you realised it wasn’t Harry. You knew he was coming though. He was on his way and he would not stop running until he found you.
It was almost like a bad scene out of a romance movie.
The night before your wedding and something terrible goes wrong. It’s a sign!
“I think it’s just perfectly me.” You said, talking about your wedding dress.
“Sounds perfect to me then.” Harry paused for a moment. “Baby, did you walk under an archway, like, uh, a stone archway covered in pink flowers?”
“I-I don’t know. I don’t remember.” You ran a stressed hand over your forehead.
“Okay. That’s okay.”
“Everyone’s going to be so mad at me.” You began getting frustrated with yourself. “Fuck.” You breathed in a sob and exhaled with a bigger breath.
“Promise you no one’s mad, baby. Gem has messaged me a thousand times asking if you’re okay. I can’t even answer ‘cause this bloody maps apps is a fucking nuisance. I swear to–”
“Harry?” You furrowed your eyebrows, looking up from your knees to check your phone. He was still on the line. “Hello?”
“Y/N!” Harry shouted your name, but not from down the phone.
You could see Harry walking over to you very quickly, clearly panting from having run street after street.
“H.” You dropped your phone and cried as you saw him faster approach you.
Definitely a moment worthy of a romcom.
Harry was probably living his Ryan Gosling dreams.
“Baby, hey. I’m here. You’re okay.” Harry sank down to the floor and scooped his arms around you, pulling you close and squeezing oh so tight.
He sank down to his bum and leaned against the wall, pulling your entirely onto his lap. Too close wasn’t an option right now.
Your arms wrapped around his neck as you sat sideways on his lap. Your face was tucked under his chin and his head rested on top of yours. You cried as Harry held you tight.
You couldn’t see Harry’s facial expressions but he was breathing out sighs of relief, some tears in his own eyes from the adrenaline of trying to find you. He had been just as scared as you, but had to remain strong for you. Now he had you he could let it all out.
“You’re never going to the toilet alone again.” Harry laughed. You laughed back.
“Deal.”
“That was scary.” Harry kind of mumbled, but you heard him anyways. He kissed your head a few times and you melted at the feel.
“Harry.”
“Yeah, love?”
“My head is so dizzy.”
Harry used a hand to tilt your head up so he could see your face. He noticed your mascara ridden face first of all, but beneath that you were all beauty.
“Tequila is only our friend for two rounds, remember?” He laughed at you. He was able to tell from your eyes that you weren’t exceedingly drunk, but definitely tipsy.
“I did not remember.”
He nuzzled his nose against yours as he shook his head with a grin. “You’re such a handful, you.”
“M’sorry.” You pouted.
“Never said I didn’t love you as a handful.”
“Do you? Love me a handful?” You used a hand to stroke over his cheek that had gotten so scruffy with the stubble he was trying to grow.
“‘Course. Love you every way and anyway. Love you so much. Love you until my body literally decomposes my wedding ring off my finger, and then some more.”
“That was dark, even for a 2AM drunk thought.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” Harry chuckled, noticing that smile on your face becoming more and more permanent.
“But I’ll love you for the same.” You promised.
Harry kissed you then, not wasting another moment of this evening away from you. Well, morning now. His lips were soft against yours and you smiled into the kiss, happy that he was here with you even if it was under really weird circumstances.
“Let’s go, trouble. We’ll go back to the hotel and I’ll kiss you all night.”
“Don’t you want to spend the rest of your night with the boys? You know, last night as a free man?” Even though you were suggesting this, all you actually wanted to do was kiss, kiss and kiss him.
“Free man?” Harry furrowed his eyebrows with disgust, “What are you talking about?”
“You know? People say the last night before they get married is their last chance to be free?”
“Why would I need to be free when I’ve got you? I’m choosing you, like I always have. Never needed to be free.”
You smiled warmly at him. “I’m shackling you to me for life.”
“Too right you are, baby. Wouldn’t want it any other way.”
“Now, take me home, trouble.” You giggled.
“Oh. So I’m the trouble now?”
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harryfan1 oh to be y/n l/n
jeffezoff Where did you two go?
harryfan2 moustacherry fans rrIISEEEEE
harryfan3 wish my bf supported me with tshirts like that
jamescorden Tequila anyone?
harrystyles I am planning on wearing that tshirt tomorrow.
yourinstagram @/harrystyles the tshirt but nothing else please
gemmastyles @/jamescorden They aren’t coming back for tequila….
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mustache!harry, always in my heart.
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harry styles is the biggest news of the week, new dan and phil video just dropped, starkid has an announcement coming out… am i 14 years old again someone tell me the truth
#like there was a barack tan suit joke on the tv today time is flat#dan and phil#harry styles#starkid#i’m tagging all three things and i don’t care about the repercussions#because that’s what 14 year old me would do#someone get me a circle skirt and a mustache graphic tee i gotta go be annoying about like the hunger games or something
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your new girl is my clone
#I don’t know why that’s where my mind went to#I actually don’t like buzz cuts or mustaches so as a Harry Styles fan I am coping#edit: I’ve seen another post like this so I’m glad I’m not the only one
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So, You’re Mr.. Part 2
Summary: y/n goes about dealing with Harry and her newly arisen problem
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, teacher!harry, teacher x student, unprotected sex with teacher, oral (m), hair pulling, dirty talk, praising, slight angst, filth
Part 1
Master
MUSTACHE HARRY
“So You’re Mr..”
“Yes.” Harry cuts you off, “I am, Mr. Styles. The professor for this class.”
You’re shocked, “I, um..”
He chuckles slightly, “If it makes you feel any better, I’m not going to say anything to anyone.”
You nod, “I would hope.. I kinda need this class.”
“You really think I would do something like that to you?” He crosses his arms, “Besides, I genuinely like you, y/n. That would be me sabotaging myself, as well.”
“Wouldn’t you get fired?”
“Yeah most likely, but I’d also like to not lose you.”
You bite your lip and smile, “yeah, I know how you feel.”
He looks up at you from his desk, “So.. I have some work to finish up here but I can co-“
The door opens and two students walk in, “We have a question about the assignment.”
“I’ll text you.” You whisper quietly before grabbing your books off his desk.
“Hey, y/n.” The one says and gives you a smile. You turn to the guy and give a friendly smile, “Hey.”
You turn back around to walk away and you feel a hand on your shoulder, “Hey wait. I was wondering if you were free later on tonight.”
Your eyes glance over to Harry who quickly perks up.
You know he knows that he has nothing to worry about, but you understand because you guys are still new at this, too.
“Um, you know, I have a big test tomorrow, so I’m going to be studying all night.” You lie and pull your books closer to your chest.
“What test? Maybe I can he-“
“You know, I want to get out of here at some point.” Harry says to quickly change the subject, “I can’t help you if I don’t know you’re question.”
“Yeah, right. Hey I’ll catch you later.” The guy smiles at you and walks over to Harry. You can feel the hate radiating off of Harry’s stare as you leave the classroom.
You make your way out to your car and sit there in silence, processing the situation.
You fucked, and got called a slut by your professor.
A part of you is shocked with yourself, but the other part is proud and getting turned on by the thought.
You let that part take control and take out your phone, I’m so wet just thinking about you.
You bite your lip, waiting for a text back.
You better be naked and ready for me by the time I get there.
Your heart skips a beat and you smirk, Yes Mr. Styles.
You toss your phone into the passenger seat and drive home in silence.
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As soon as you got home, you went straight to the bathroom and started the shower.
Steamed filled the small room as the water heated up. You stripped off your clothes and stepped in, letting out a sigh as the water washed over you.
Flashbacks from the night before hit you, making the place between your legs ache for him the more you think about it.
You didn’t know when he was coming. But you knew it was going to be another great night.
You washed up, using the best smelling soap you have. You shaved and exfoliated and pretty much made yourself as smooth and silky as you possibly could.
You turned the water off and opened the door, reaching for your towel so you can dry off.
You step out, wrapping one towel around your body and another one around your hair and flipping it up.
You walked out to your bedroom, grabbing your favorite lotion and lathering it all over your legs, arms and body.
You checked your phone.
Nothing.
You let out a sigh, frustrated that Harry hasn’t shown up yet. You walk back to the bathroom and let your hair down, blow drying and combing through it.
You grab your robe and put that on in place of your towel and walk to the living room, sitting down on your couch and flipping the tv on.
It feels like hours, but it was only a long 45 minutes later and you hear a knock on the door before it opens. You stand up and untie your robe, letting it fall to the floor.
“Hello, beautiful.”
You smile at Harry’s words, “Hi.”
He drops his bag, still in his suit from work, “On your knees.”
You nod and drop down to your knees as you watch him walk over to you, “I didn’t like what happened today.”
You’re confused until you remember he is talking about what happened after class with that jock, “I don’t like how he touched you. Spoke to you. None of it.”
Harry drops his jacket onto the couch and starts to unbutton his shirt.
“I don’t want him.” You look up at him, “I want you.”
He tilts his head and lays his fingers under your chin, his thumb rubs over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly, “Do you?”
“I do.”
“Hmm.” He chuckles, “You’re just going to have to prove it to me.”
He undoes his belt, pushing his suit pants down after he undoes them, “Can you prove it to me, baby?” He sits down on the couch, leaning forward to cup your cheek.
You nod and kiss his palm, “I certainly can, Mr. Styles.”
He smirks, “Let’s get to it then.”
You move over and place yourself between his knees. You lean in to kiss down his stomach. You can feel his muscles tense under your soft touch. You slide a hand up his thigh and rub his hard cock through his thin boxers, “I only want one cock, and one cock only.”
He hums in approval and watches as you slip your fingers in between his skin and waist band. He lifts his hips as you pull the fabric down, allowing his cock to spring free.
“Is this the only cock you want?”
You wrap your hand around him and nod, “Oh fuck yes.” You lick your lips and lean in, pressing a kiss to the head of it. He lets out a sigh and tilts his head back, “I am in love with that mouth of yours, baby.”
You look up at him as you suck and run your tongue over the tip. He looks down at you, “You’re the only everything that I want.”
You moan at his words and take a deep breathe before sinking your head down onto him, taking him into your throat.
You gag on him which makes him moan, “Fuck, y/n. You take my cock into that throat so beautifully.”
You bring your head up and start to bob as you suck. He gasps and bucks his hips, “Shit. Shit.” He lays a hand on your head and fists your hair, “Just like that, oh yes.”
His head tilts back, eyes shut and lips parted as small moans and whimpers escape through them.
You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, twisting your hand as you stroke him, sucking on the top half.
“F-fuck, baby.” He looks down at you and watches you, “Fucking hell, you’re go- fuck. Okay.” He stops you and chuckles slightly as he pants, “I wanna fuck that pussy before I cum.”
He smiles down at you and wipes your chin with his thumb, pushing it into your mouth. You wrap your lips around it and suck.
He blinks slowly and lets out a groan, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He takes his thumb out and pats his thighs, “Come here.”
You get up and sit on his lap. You look down at him as you feel the tip of his cock rub against your already soaked folds, “I need to feel you.” You push your hips down and Harry smirks, “I need you to tell me something first, love.”
“What?” You say with a slightly whiny tone.
He tilts his head, “Who’s pussy is this?”
You lean in, pressing your lips to his, “Yours.” You whisper against his lips, “It’s yours, Mr. Styles.”
He wraps and arm around your waist and nods, “Damn right it is.” He pushes his hips up, the head of his cock stretches your pussy and you moan.
“You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you sweetheart?” His fingers dig into your back as he moans, “Fuck, I love this pussy.”
You moan and push your hips down to meet his, “Fuck, fuck. You make me feel so good.”
He leans forward, kissing over your collar bone and biting more spots onto your neck, “You did a good job at hiding these ones from last night. I couldn’t even tell they were there today.”
You smirk and run a hand through his hair, “I know, I caught you looking a few times.”
He shrugs, “Can’t help it. It’s hard not to look at what’s mine.” He winks and pulls you in to kiss you. You move your hips up and down, grinding against him as you moan into his mouth.
Your tongues push together and he grips your hips with his other hand, “Hmm.”
“Who do you belong to?” He leans his head back, watching your face twitch with pleasure.
“You, Harry.” You moan and lean in to rest your forehead against his, “You.”
“Who’s my dirty little slut?” He slides his hands back to your ass and grips it, “My dirty little secret.”
“Me.. I am.” You throw your head back as your clench around him repeatedly, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You cum on his cock, grinding your hips down onto him as you guide yourself through your high.
“So pretty when you cum.” He slides his hands up and massages your boobs, “I love these tits.” He leans in and takes a nipple into his mouth as his fingers twist and pull at the other one.
“Fuck, Harry.” You gasp and tangle your fingers in his hair, “Shit, yes.” You let out a long moan, slowly moving your hips.
“Gonna cum for me again?” He asks as he switches to give your other nipple the same attention.
“I’m so close.” You whimper and dig your nails into his upper back, dragging them down and across as you cum again.
You moan out his name over and over again, begging for him to fuck you, “Please, please. Fuck me.”
He brushes hair out of your face and leans up to kiss you, “alright.” He flips you so you’re laying flat on your back. He slips his cock back into your pussy and doesn’t waste another second.
He pushes your legs up and back, gripping your thighs like his life depends on it. He quickly thrusts his hips, slamming himself into you that cases you to scream out and arch your back.
You lay your hands on his, digging your fingertips into the top of them, “Fuck, fuck fuck.” Your eyes roll back and you toes curl as he brings on another leg shaking orgasm.
“Fuck, baby. I don’t know how much longer I can last.” He moans as you clench around him, “Fuck. Do you want me to cum inside of you again?”
You nod and moan, “Y-yes… please.”
“Fucking dirty girl.” He groans and tilts his head back, “this pussy is mine. Say it.”
You moan out in response and he takes a hand and wraps it around your neck, “Say it.”
“Y-yours. It’s.. yours.. baby. It’s yours.” Your eyes roll back as his grip tightens, “Fucking right it is.”
You feel his thrusts get sloppy and they slow down. He pushes his cock deep into you as it spews his cum all over your pulsating walls.
“Fuck, baby. I don’t ever want to stop doing this.” He lets go of your neck and slowly thrusts, pushing it in as deep as he can get it.
He gently sets your legs down and rubs your thighs, “Did I hurt you?”
You shake your head and look at him with a smile, “Not at all.” He smiles and leans down, “Good.” He presses his lips gently against yours and lays a hand on your cheek.
He kisses your cheeks a few times before leaning up, “Care if I get a shower?”
You smirk, “Only if I can join you.”
He holds his hand out and leads you to the bathroom. He turns the water in and steps in when it’s warm enough. You follow behind him and watch as he lets the water run down over him.
“How can you teach when I’m in class and you know how I look naked?” You laugh slightly, “Because I know that it’s hard for me to focus when all I can think about it being with you.”
He runs his hands over his face and smirks, “Why do you think I sit at my desk so much?” He pulls you into him, “You get me going without even trying.”
You rest your head against his wet chest and sigh, “Can I ask a question?”
“Mhm.”
“Is all we’re doing.. just sex?”
He answers faster than you thought he would, “No.”
You look up at him, “No?”
He nods, “I know it’s frowned upon, but my mom always said that If you find something that makes you happy. Keep it close.”
“I make you happy?” You smile and tighten your arms around him.
He nods, “very much so. I know we just met, but I know you’re good for me.”
You nod, “I agree.”
He sighs, “The only downfall is that I have to internally burn with jealously when other guys talk to you. I can’t publicly claim what’s mine.”
“You don’t have to worry about anyone else. You’re the only person I will be naked and ready for.”
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went on my date last night
#it was fine—i enchanted him#but while i don’t feel negatively about him i don’t feel excited either#should i? i don’t remember how i used to feel on dates#i think i probably should feel excited but i also used to fuck on the first date and so idk what that changes#but i’m not jonesing for him to take off his clothes#HOW do i stop being attracted to T??? i find every part of him delicious#i’d suck the skin off his wrist like a fucking chicken wing#his hands could make me commit real crimes#i could blog about his ankles like he’s louis tomlinson and i’m 16 again#not only would i suck his b*lls but i WANT TO and i HATE BALLS#i’m just not sure how i’m supposed to voluntarily say no to having sex with someone i feel this way about#it’s like if harry styles propositioned me and i said no#and on paper i should be attracted to this new guy#he’s 6’4 and has dark hair and big brown eyes and a mustache#but i don’t feel it at all#i’m not getting sex appeal from him#but i feel hypocritical wanting that bc i don’t think im sexy at all#i think people finding my sexy is like a freak accident and shows bad taste#lmao okay i’m gonna end this post here there’s a lot to unpack#i’ll go out with this guy again (it was a second date) bc i think i need him to kiss me sober to be sure#i was Quite Drunk last night and so had lots of fun but i think it was me
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the clip
harry styles x reader (masterlist)
summary: the start, and much needed halt, to Harry’s signature clip.
warning: smut (m and f receiving oral), wanting to pull harry’s hair lol.
a/n: i love that half smile mustache and hair clip combo
“Harry come on, hurry up!” Y/n shouted. “I actually want to go on a run before it gets dark.”
“Give me two seconds, lovely!” Harry gasped, followed by the clatter of something falling to the ground.
Harry had promised to go with Y/n on a morning run after his legs gave out a little too quickly during sex last night. He figured it would be a easy way to get back into shape and a nice bonding experience that wouldn’t diminish Harry’s pleasing abilities.
Y/n smiled as her lover finally came down the stairs of their home. His hair was getting longer—not as long as it’s previously, but a nice length nonetheless.
Harry was bending down to tie his runners before dramatically flipping his hair as he stood up. He smiled as a single piece of hair fell from its position and down onto his face—right between his two eyes. He was still giddy, huge smile on his face as he said spoke. “Ready!”
Y/n laughs as she figure combs his hair back. His curly hair though couldn’t be contained as more unruly curls landed on his face. “I think it’s time to bring back the bandanas.”
Harry laughed and kissed her lips. “My hairs not that long, love. Besides those bandanas are the reason I have a hairline that spells out the letter M at my age.”
“‘My age’ as in almost thirty.”
“We do not use that number yet.” Harry interjected, a hint of sarcasm seeping through.
“Hm.” Y/n hummed. “I lost all my hair ties but I do have this.”
She walked over to one of her bags, pulling out a hair clip and smiled. She got his hair and he bends down slightly, enough so she could get a good grip on this hair.
She giggled as she twisted the thicker top part of his hair and clipped it securely. Harry stood up straight and looked at his reflection in a mirror.
“Thoughts?” He did a couple of poses.
“Very sexy.” She answered. “But c’mon, I want to go for that run.”
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From there on out, Harry’s hair had gotten use to being pulled back with a clip. It got to the point where Harry even got a special Gucci clip that was to only be used during important moments.
But, in Harry’s opinion, sex with Y/n was the only important activity that would require this clip.
Harry looked so good laying on his back, fully naked with tattoos littered all over his delicious body. His cock was pretty, twitching slightly with each breath and slight touch Y/n applied.
“Fuck, please baby, please do something.” Harry’s plead turned into a moan when Y/n put his head into her mouth. “Fuck. You’re so good at that.”
Y/n almost laughed at the sight, Harry’s face—close to orgasm—with the ungodly clip in his hair that made his twisted face all that more precious.
She got back to her task and used her hands to stroked Harry’s dick when her mouth pulled back. He groaned when he felt her soft hands, then nearly came by opening his eyes and seeing the sight: his girlfriend, wearing a bra and panties made of see through mesh material, taking his dick down her throat.
“I think, fuck, cumming.” Harry moaned as he came, breathing becoming much heavier and tired. “That’s so good.” Was all her could manage.
Y/n swallowed and crawled on top of her lover. “Felt good?”
Harry hummed. “Hell yes.”
“Want to repay the favor?” Harry didn’t have to open his eyes to know Y/n was smirking, causing Harry to break out in a smile of his own.
“Hell yes.”
Harry used what strength—all thanks to his and Y/n’s early runs—he had to switch positions with her. He kissed her lips, enjoying the closeness before starting to undo her bra and take off her panties. He kissed down her body, to her neck, breasts, stomach, then hips.
“Alright, get on with it.” Y/n said with mocked annoyance. “I don’t remember teasing you this much.”
“Just loven ya, calm down.” Harry laughed, his breath catching on Y/n pussy. Harry got eye level with her vagina and got started.
He licked, giving her a startled feeling that caused her reflexes to start. Her legs wrapped around Harry’s naked torso, and her hand tried to pull at Harry’s hair, but instead got a handful of an overpriced hair clip. She tried to pull it out but Harry’s hand that wasn’t groping her tit snapped up and stoped her hand.
“Babe-“
“Hair clip stays in.” Harry said, about to go back to his “dessert” before he was shooed away.
“That was the most unsexy thing you could say!” Y/n said, untangling her legs from Harry’s back. “Telling me I can’t go at your hair—what is this?! Church?!”
“I’m eating you out though, I’m sure that’s sexy enough.”
“Nope.” Y/n shook her head. “You cut your hair and now you lock it all up.” She tsked.
“But then my hair will get in your pussy and as much as I like it hairy I don’t think you would appreciate my stands of hair in there.”
“That’s why my hands would keep it back.” She reasoned. “C’mon? For me?”
“Hm fine.” Harry removed his hand. Y/n got a hold of the clip and took it out. “Hey hey be careful there.”
“Yeah yeah I am.” Y/n put the clip on Harry’s beside table and got her legs and hand back into their rightful place. “Alright, carry on.”
Harry chucked and got back to his rightful place too. He started eating her out, earning Y/n to moan and her grip on Harry to get tighter. Her legs squished his back and hair completely yanked on his hair. Harry could feel himself get harder though with each of her pulls, making him all more eager to make her cum.
“You’re good at that too.” Y/n breathed out. Harry started to focus more on her clit. He brought his free hand to her folds, entering his figures in and out slowly. “Oh fuck really good.”
Harry blushed with the complement, massaging her boob and licking her clit more intensely. “Fuck I’m gonna-“
Her moans were like music Harrys ears, he made a mental note to maybe record them to add to a song. He kelts licking and groping through her orgasm, until her breathing leveled out.
“Good?”
“Yeah.” Harry leaned over her, smiling and kissing her blissed out state. “Much better without the clip.”
“Oh really?”
“Mhm.” She hummed, stroking his hair behind his ear. “So pretty.”
“Little ol’ me?” Harry asked with a cheeky smile on his face.
“Yup.” She said. “So pretty. Never wear that clip when we have sex again. Truly painful.”
“As you wish.” Harry agreed.
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Hi! Can you make a full writing about the little blurb you did about the pic harry posted for harry’s house 1 year bday? Xx
CHEESY
A/N: at first i didn't want to write more about it, but im so deep in the fluffy content that i ended up expanding the little scene i wrote. of course, original idea by @harrysblackcoat
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SUMMARY: It's your annual trip to Italy with your boyfriend, but he is planning to make it special by asking you one important question.
MASTERLIST | SUPPORT ME!
“Harry! Are you ready? We have to leave!”
“I’m coming!”
Harry quickly takes the diamond ring out of the velvet box and slips it into his back pocket, praying to God he won’t lose it before the big moment. He drops the box back into his bag in a hurry, burying it underneath his shirts before walking out of the bedroom of the villa you’ve been sharing for the past week.
It’s your fourth year in a row when the two of you spend two weeks in Italy so it’s safe to say that it’s now a tradition. But this year will be different.
As Harry walks out to the hall he finds you standing by the front door in a white sundress and a straw hat, your totebag hanging from your shoulder and he catches you putting your polaroid camera inside. He got you the camera for last Christmas and you’ve snapped hundreds of pictures since then. Harry loves the excitement on your face when you’re waiting for the photo to develop.
Looking up a smile stretches across your face when you see him in his green and white striped t-shirt that’s tucked into a pair of nice jeans, his hair looks lush and soft, a pair of retro aviator sunglasses hanging from the neck of his shirt and then there’s the mustache… That mustache! You love it so much, even though you’ve never been a big fan of facial hair, but Harry proved you wrong.
“What took you so long? Were you styling the ‘stache?” you tease him as you wrap your arms around his waist and steal a quick kiss.
“Gotta take good care of it,” he smirks. “Alright, let’s go.”
After a thirty minute drive you leave the car at the bottom of the mountain before starting the hike that takes you up to the winery. You’ve been here last year and you enjoyed it so much you wanted to come back, but this time you decided to approach the place on foot. It’s a nice change, you haven’t been too active in the past week, well, outside of the bedroom, at least.
“Just one picture! Come on!” you urge him, pushing him in place, your polaroid camera all ready in your other hand to snap a picture of your boyfriend.
“You have a dozen pictures of me already, Love,” he chuckles but obeys and leans against the stone wall running along the trail you’ve been hiking up to the winery on top of the hill.
“Fuck, you look so good!” you groan as you snap the picture, enamored by the beauty if your lover.
“Not as good as you,” he compliments you back, his eyes slipping down on your body, amazed by the way the white sundress flows so effortlessly around your figure. You’re tinkering with your camera as he reaches into his back pocket, making sure the ring is still there. His fingers tap on the diamond and he exhales, glancing up at the top of the hill where the terracotta roof of the winery is already peeking out from behind the trees. He knows everything is all ready for your arrival, the staff has sent him a picture of the beautifully decorated pergola where he will ask the big question, but still, his pulse is starting to spike. He’s been planning this for over a year now, though if he is being honest, he’s known he would ask you to marry him the day he met you. He’s not sure how, but he just knew.
You walk hand in hand for the rest of the hike and you rave about how much you hope they will have a bottle of the same wine you drank last time, because you haven’t drunk anything like that since then. Little do you know, Harry requested fifty bottles to be delivered to your home when you get back.
“Hm, it looks… a bit different than last year,” you note as you finally reach the top and notice the decorations.
“Yeah, it does,” Harry smiles as he exchanges a look with the staff lined up in front of the building.
“Why was everyone waiting for us? And what’s with the smiles? I know people around here are nice but this is a bit too much,” you whisper to him, while trying your best to return the smiles.
“You’ll see.”
Harry pulls you over towards the pergola as you’re trying to put one and one together, but as soon as you see all the fairy lights and flowers that decorate the place, you finally realize what this is about.
“Harry!” you gasp as you finally stand in the middle of the pergola and Harry turns to face you, holding both your hands.
“Y/N,” he chuckles, but you notice the nervous shake in his voice. Your eyes are already tearing up and you need to hold yourself back to let him talk and give him the moment he planned out. He takes a deep breath and then speaks up.
“I have loved you since the day I met you. It’s cheesy, but it’s true. We bonded over liking the same kind of beer at the pub and I made Mitch promise to never tell you this, but on our way home I told him that if I were to marry anyone, it would be you.”
You let out a chuckle as tears stream down your face, drinking up his words.
“It’s been four years now and you taught me so many things. You taught me to be my best version, to see the beauty in everything and… I can’t imagine a day when you’re not with me in some kind of way. I see you in the clouds, because I remember when we watched them for hours on the roof of your old building. I see you in my coffee, because it reminds me of the time you brought me a cup to bed in the morning and spilled it all over me.”
He laughs and you do the same, letting go of his hand just to wipe your cheeks quickly and then you grab his hands again.
“Even when you’re not with me, you still are. And I want this to stay the same for the rest of my life.”
He gets down on one knee and reaches into his back pocket, grabbing the ring and then holding it up as you gasp again, as if you didn’t know this was coming.
“I love you, Y/N, and I can’t imagine a day when I won’t, because it’s impossible. I will always love you. And I want to celebrate the love I have for you the most sacred way possible. Will you marry me?”
“Yes! Yes! Oh my God of course I will!” you burst out, throwing yourself at him sobbing and laughing at the same time. You almost both fall to the ground, he hugs you tighter than ever.
When you finally pull back you’re kneeling, just like him and he takes your shaky hand, putting the ring on your finger finally and of course, it fits perfectly.
You’re not noticing the soft music playing in the background and how the staff is cheering on you, you tuned it all out the moment you realized what Harry was about to do.
Harry stands up and helps you up as well, circling his arms around you right away.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this,” he smiles down at you. You exhale, turning into jelly in his arms as you reach up and take his face in your hands.
“I love you,” you softly tell him.
“I love you too,” he replies and presses his lips to yours, the first kiss you share as an engaged couple.
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A Spider's Touch
the train wound through the countryside carrying two young men bound for university. One a large, handsome, fair-haired Scottsman who's clothes were of fine cut and who's hair was styled in a fashionable cut and the other a slight dark-haired Englishman in dusty hand-me-downs, who had yet to outgrow the unfortunate stage of early manhood that left him with the bare wisps of a thin mustache and sideburns that would only sprout in patches along the side of a jaw still rounded with boyishness.
The two were clearly friends, they sat side by side and chatted easily and the larger of them was confident and relaxed, one arm propped over the back of the seat with his legs sprawled out in front of him. A dog eared magazine dangled loosely from his hand.
"You think old Hastie will be with us again this year?" he asked his smaller, darker companion.
"I hope so, it'll be nice to see him and with the three of us we could afford to rent a flat off campus. We're not even there and I'm already sick of the thought of living in the dormitories. Are you going to behave yourself this year, Harry?"
"I told you I would, didn't I, Utterson?" there was a faint touch of irritation. Don't nag me
"Of course, but one likes to be reassured," came the cool reply. Don't give me reasons to
They chatted awhile longer until Utterson began to nod off, his head falling to window. Henry Jekyll watched him, took note of a hand falling onto a knobby knee. It was not a lovely hand, in fact he was sure it would be quite ugly when its owner grew older. Bony fingers with prominent knuckles, dry skin around blunt, short nails that had been chewed to the quick and a thick vein that ran from the knuckle of the index finger diagonally towards a sharp wrist. When Gabriel Utterson grew old Henry was sure it would be skeletal and clammy, dotted with liver spots. Not a lovely hand…but a fascinating one, and one he couldn't stop gazing at.
Impulsively Henry's own hand reached out, traced that vein with a long elegant finger in a slow and deliberate stroke.
Utterson gave a twitch and his eyelids fluttered. Henry jerked back and made a quick show of being absorbed in his magazine. Utterson's brown knit, he grimaced rubbing his hand and looking about the cabin.
"Something wrong?" Henry asked coolly.
"I think something crawled across my hand."
"I think I saw a spider in here earlier," Henry lied.
"Disgusting, I hate those things," Gabriel shuddered rubbing a little harder as though trying to rid himself of the repugnant touch and the gesture made Henry's heart drop.
Disgusting
Loathsome…that's what you are
Don't touch me
the ugly voice in his head rasped and he felt a shameful heat rise to his cheeks. He held the magazine higher, hiding his face and he gave Utterson a hum of acknowledgement.
Gabriel Utterson would never understand why Henry Jekyll had remained so silent for the rest of the trip and he would be too busy looking anxiously for the invisible spider that had touched him to care.
…..
40 years later
…..
Gnarled, arthritic and covered in liver spots. the vein more prominent than ever.
Edward watched as those wasted skeletal hands gripped the top of a cane while Utterson stared at the abandoned townhouse once belonging to Henry Jekyll.
His hair had gone completely grey, and his mustache and sideburns had come in thick and full now on the wasted husk of a face.
When Utterson finally had his fill of grieving and walked away he passed very close by the alley where Edward hid, observing from the shadows. He stopped, as though sensing a presence and Edward went very still. The cane tilted as the weight of his hand leaned it forward, dark eyes squinting under heavy white brows scanning the darkness before him for signs of life.
he was so close…
Impulsively Edward reached out and brushed a finger along the vein of that hand with a touch that trembled and barely dared make contact.
Utterson started and dropped the cane with a clatter, shaking his hand as though trying to fling away the unwelcome crawl of a spider on his skin. He cursed. Picked up his cane and before he could rise to get a better look Edward had already disappeared.
#Drabbles#Jekyll and Hyde#Edward Hyde#Gabriel Utterson#Henry Jekyll#the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde
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Ok but picture this: reader is in college and is babysitter for Frankie’s kid or kids (depending if you want to make him have more with his ex after the events of the movie). She is attracted to him and one night he comes out late, they give in and have sex. She spends the night and the kid(s) burst into the bed to find their babysitter cuddling in bed with their dad under the covers. You can decide what happens next!
I LOVE THIS IDEA
Touch Tank | Frankie Morales x Babysitter! Reader
warnings: SMUT 18+, age gap (LEGAL), unprotected p-i-v sex (wrap it up), oral (fem receiving), frankie being the pussy eating king
songs: touch tank by quinnie, pretty boy by the neighbourhood, jonestown by emily yoke, daylight by harry styles
wc: 1.8K
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You closed your laptop after finishing the worst term paper you ever wrote. It was submitted and there's nothing you could do about it. You looked at the time, it was midnight and Frankie should be arriving home any minute.
Any minute the man you want should walk through that door and talk to you and then dismiss you from watching his daughter Isabel. Then you would just go home and fantasize about Frankie kissing you and professing his feelings for you, telling you that everything you have been feeling is not one-sided. The late-night talks, the flirting, and the small touches you shared are all not in your head.
The door opened and Frankie quickly closes it behind him, taking off his shoes and throwing his jacket on the couch.
"Sorry I wanted to be home earlier but Benny just kept dragging us from bar to bar." Frankie sighs and sits right next to you, he takes off his hat and his fingers brush through his dark hair. You could smell alcohol and his cologne, it was an all too familiar smell of him.
"Don't apologize, I like being here," You smiled at him and move your laptop onto the coffee table. Frankie scoots closer to you and his arm rests on the back of the couch, you fell back into your spot and let yourself feel his arm touching your shoulders.
"I like you being here," Frankie wasn't lying, he liked coming home to you and seeing you so at home, seeing you take good care of his little girl. He enjoyed that you stay past your time and talk with him, he could see that you wanted to spend time with him, and it was never forced.
Frankie was scared at first when he realized that you had a crush on him since you were just 22. He never saw himself as desirable until you would say 'You look good' before he would leave for the night. Your eyes ate him up every time you would see him, it gave him such a boost of confidence.
Frankie turned his body towards you and liked how you looked in the dim light from the lamp. You looked into his eyes and then at his lips, you loved how his bottom lip was bigger than his top lip.
You loved his mustache accompanied by the scruff along his jaw. Frankie cups your cheek and his thumbs softly caress your skin and tug the bottom of your lip. You let out a pathetic whimper and the sound made his member stir in his cargo pants.
"Can I kiss you, pretty girl?" Frankie's voice shook as he asked the question. You swallowed hard and couldn't believe the words that left his lips.
"Please," you whispered like you weren't trying to wake yourself up from what you think is a dream. Frankie chuckles at how well-mannered you always have been.
Frankie sits back and pulls you onto his lap, your legs fall naturally on the sides of his thighs. Your arms were thrown around his neck, his hands resting on your hips. Frankie presses his lips so lightly against yours like it is a whisper of the feeling of his skin on yours. You press just as lightly against his lips.
The next move came from Frankie, he smashed his lips into yours. You give back the same kind of hunger. You bit down on his lip earning a moan from his throat. No one had to coax the other into the kiss.
His tongue glides against your bottom wanting to explore your mouth, his hands slide to the globes of your ass gripping hard. You moan at the sensation of his hands on your ass. His tongue invades as the moan left your lips. Your hands grab the ends of his curls, tugging them while you grind down on him.
Frankie broke the kiss to admire your swollen lips and the look in your eyes. You shook your head at him and continued to play with his hair.
"Let's take this to the bedroom," Frankie said, you got off his lap and he takes your hand to lead you to his room.
You sat on your knees against the bed while Frankie tried to shut the door as quietly as possible trying not to wake his daughter who is down the hall sound asleep. He looked at how you were sitting on his bed, the way your thighs were slightly spread apart while you sat on your knees. He knew he had to bury his head between your soft thighs.
You smiled at him with doll-like eyes, just big and bright. Frankie stalked his way to you, leaning down to take your lips between his once again.
His fingers played with the thin straps of your dress, he pushed them off your shoulders. The touch of his fingers danced back up to your collarbone. You shudder at his touch along your skin.
"Can I taste you?" Frankie asks while he lays you down and climbs on top of you, the hem of your dress falling to your hips showing off the black lace thong you picked out for the night.
"Yes," you hummed, he could feel the wetness pool in the small piece of lace as he pulled them down your plush thighs, he tucks your thong in his back pocket.
You let out a moan at the sight of him pocketing your panties. Frankie lowers himself down to your naked heat,
"Fuck, baby, you have such a pretty pussy," he groans as he took in your scent and the way you were dripping for him. His fingers part your lips and collect your wetness with his tongue,
"Oh-oh god, Frankie," you arch your back off the bed as his tongue dives into your core, the bridge of his nose bumping against your throbbing clit. He replaces his tongue with his thick fingers into your heat, curling them and then fucking you with them. His mouth lays open mouth kisses the skin around your clit before sucking on where you needed him most.
Your fingers fly to his hair, pulling hard on his dark locks. You bit your lip trying to keep your moans from escaping. You couldn't trust your mouth with keeping them in. Frankie stares directly into your eyes as he looked too beautiful as he was going down on you.
"You're so pretty," You cried out while your pussy clenched around his digits, he hummed against your core, and you loved how his mustache was adding more desirable friction to your clit.
"Cum on my tongue, pretty girl," He said before his tongue dives inside your cunt once more, he drinks from you like it was wine, and your body listened to his command. Your sweetness flooded his tongue, he knew your cum would taste so sweet.
"That's my pretty girl," Frankie praises you while he continued his assault on your sensitive clit.
Your thighs kept trembling as you rode out your high on his fingers. Frankie kisses his way up to your lips, he brings his lips to yours and shares with you how sweet you tasted on his tongue.
"I need you right now," you fumbled with his belt and unzipped his pants, his clothes discarded to the floor.
Frankie pulled the top of your dress down for your breasts to spill out. Frankie takes one nipple into his mouth and kneads your other breasts. You throw your head back and your hips buckled needing friction.
Frankie leaves open-mouth kisses along your collarbone, he guides his cock along your slit and pushes in the bit past his tip.
"You feel like heaven," he moans pushing himself into your aching pussy. You mewled when you looked down at his cock disappearing inside of you, filling you completely.
"Look at my pretty girl taking my cock so well," Frankie smirked, he pulls himself out almost all the way out and then slammed back into your core.
You smiled as Frankie frantically thrusts into you so deep you could feel him in your stomach.
"You're so big," you whimpered, Frankie drunk in the way your tits bounced with each thrust, his hands gripped your hips for leverage trying to fuck so deep into you.
Frankie's moans were like whines as he wanted to look at your face but also your cunt milking his length.
"I-I'm gonna cum, sweet girl, where? where?" his thrusts were becoming sloppy but still hard and deep. Your hands fist the bedsheet, you could feel the tight knot in your stomach come undone.
"I want you to fill me up, baby," You threw your head back as you came undone beneath him, your walls clenched around him. Your words and the way your velvet walls milked his cock had him releasing hot ropes inside of you.
His cum was leaking out of you as he fucked into you. Frankie's hand grabs your face as he rode out both your highs. You had a cock drunk smile painted on your face, he moaned at how much he loved the look on your face
. "You like that? You like my cock filling you up, pretty girl?" Frankie whispered, he rests his forehead on yours.
"Yes, I do, baby," you said out of breath, he pulls out of you and laid down beside bringing you into his arms.
"Stay the night," Frankie mumbled trying to keep himself awake.
"I'd love to." You kiss his chest before you both drifted to sleep.
-
The sun came through the blinds, and you slid out of bed and readjusted your dress from the night before. You climbed back into bed and nestled yourself back into his arms.
"Good morning, pretty girl," Frankie's voice was low and groggy from sleep, you smiled up at him loving how he sounded first waking up.
"Morning," you hummed as you traced shapes on his sternum. You basked in the morning glow before heading to take a shower.
Frankie gave you his blue button up from his closet and a pair of his boxers. He brought you back to bed and laid there before having to face the day. The door swings open and Isabel runs to find you trying to hide from her.
"Daddy, you had a sleepover?!" she exclaimed as she looked at you, he laughs and sets her between you and Frankie.
You both looked at each other and shrugged, Isabel started to ask why she wasn't invited and how mad she was at her dad for not letting you sleep in her room because sleepovers are for girls.
"Bel, Daddy is very sorry, how can I make it up to you?" You watched him hold her and just listen to her babble.
Your heart ached at how sweet he was with her,
"You let me have ice cream for breakfast," the deal was said and done, you spent the morning with them and it felt like this was supposed to be an everyday thing.
#frankie morales#frankie catfish morales#frankie morales x you#frankie morales x reader#frankie morales fluff#triple frontier#triple frontier fic#frankie morales smut#frankie morales x f!reader#pedro pascal
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Late Night Talking
A Dieter Bravo x OFC fic
Notes: Title comes from the Harry Styles song. I heard it on the radio one day and the line “Now you’re in my life, I can’t get you off my mind” just screamed Dieter to me.
My Dieter is (mostly) sober and trying to put his life and career back together after hitting the bottom during the filming of Cliff Beasts 6. He is still a menace but he’s working on it. There will be comedy, angst, fluff and possibly some smut (not sure how explicit my narrator will get).
Narrator is an original female character loosely based on myself. She is around Dieter’s age, not thin, and introverted. He turns her life upside down and she’s not quite prepared for it.
Tagging @rhoorl because her Dieter in “Working Title” inspired me to start this fic!
Chapter One below the cut
I met him in a bookshop, of all places. Not exactly the environment you’d expect, but sometimes fate works in mysterious ways. Bookshops are one of the few places I frequented where it’s even remotely possible to meet a man. I’ve never liked bars or clubs; too noisy, too many creeps trying to be charming and getting too hands. As an introvert, I prefer quieter surroundings, like bookshops, museums, and botanical gardens. Not exactly hot spots for single guys, but I wasn’t trying to meet anyone. I was always open to whatever might happen, though.
I was in The Last Bookstore in downtown L.A. It was the first day of my summer break and I’d challenged myself to get out of my box a little and do things I’d never done before. I’d taken the train into the city, which I’d never done by myself. Of course, once I got into L.A., I ended up in my preferred habitat, surrounded by books.
I had spotted a book on my to-be-read list on the top shelf. Being petite (the polite way of saying I was short), I couldn’t quite reach it. I was debating whether the shelves were structurally sound enough for me to try standing on the bottom shelf to reach it when I heard a low, warm voice behind me say, “Let me.”
An arm reached up, easily plucking the book off the shelf and handing it to me. “Good choice,” the voice said. “That’s one of my favorites.”
I knew that voice. Turning to see the man who stood next to me, my suspicions were confirmed. It was Dieter Bravo. He was wearing a baggy gray t-shirt, a well-worn pair of jeans and some god-awful Crocs that had seen better days. His hair looked like he’d forgotten to comb it that morning and his scruffy beard and mustache could use a trim. But he was wearing glasses and his deep brown eyes were looking directly into mine, so that was all I saw.
“Thanks,” I managed to say, hoping I wasn’t blushing or anything ridiculous like that.
“No worries,” he said with a smile. He indicated the small stack of books in my hands with his chin. “You’ve got good taste.”
“Oh, yeah, thanks,” I said. Real smooth, doofus, I told myself. I tried to start over. “I read a ton of YA for work, so I’m trying to read more ‘grown-up’ stuff during the summer.”
He leaned against the bookshelf, his broad shoulders blocking the aisle. “YA?,” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Young Adult,” I explained. “I work in a high school library. A lot of it is really good, but after nine or ten months of dystopian love triangles and hot werewolves and teenagers with weird diseases falling in love, I find myself craving something more substantial.”
He smiled again. “I can imagine,” he said. “So, a librarian, huh? Oh, I’m Dieter, by the way.” He held out his hand and I shook it. It was huge and warm and made my knees melt.
“Um, yeah, I know,” I stammered. “I recognized you. I’m, ha, a big fan of your work.” I felt like a complete idiot as I stumbled over my words. “I’m Emily.”
“Well, Emily, this might be a dumb question, considering your line of work, but do you come here often?” He chuckled as he seemed to realize how cliched his questions was.
“Actually, this is my first time here,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to visit this shop, I never got around to it. I live out in the boondocks, so I don’t get into L.A. very often.”
“It’s great,” he said. “I don’t get here very often, though. Always too busy, it seems.”
We chatted for a bit, about the books we were buying, and favorites we’d both read (and made a few recommendations to each other when we mentioned titles the other hadn’t read). Then the conversation turned back to bookshops.
“I usually end up at Barnes & Noble,” I admitted. “There’s a good indie bookseller in Riverside, but it’s kind of small. My absolute favorite bookshop is Vroman’s in Pasadena. I don’t get there as often as I’d like, though.”
“Vroman’s,” he said, wrinkling his forehead. “I think I’ve heard of it but I’ve never been there.”
“Oh, you should go!” I said. I loved talking about my favorite bookshop and started rattling on. “They have all kinds of great stuff besides books. Plus a wine bar.”
“Whoa, books and booze? Sign me up.” He smiled that radiant smile I’d seen in a million photos, the one that always made me feel funny inside.
“Then you should definitely go.”
“Is that an invitation?”
I was stunned, but managed to speak without stumbling too much over the words. “Sure, why not?” Holy crap, he’s flirting with me!
Dieter pulled out his phone. “Let’s see,” he said, scrolling through the phone. “Um, I’m free Friday evening. I have a meeting at two, but I should be out of there by four at the latest. It’s in Burbank, I can probably make it to Pasadena by five, if that works for you?”
My tongue felt like it was swollen to twice its normal size. Was he actually asking me out? Or had I accidentally asked him? “Um, yeah,” I stammered. “Friday’s good, yeah.”
“Okay, then.” He tapped away at his phone and then slipped it back into his pocket. “It’s a date. Friday, five o’clock, Vroman’s.” He winked and now I knew I was blushing like a fool. He glanced at his wristwatch. “I have a meeting with my agent in an hour, so I’d better go pay for these and get going.” He pulled his phone back out and opened up the Contacts app. “Here,” he said, handing the phone to me. “Put in your number.”
I did and handed the phone back to him. He put it back in his pocket (oh, how I tried not to look too closely at that pocket, afraid he’d think I was checking out his crotch), then held out his hand again, wiggling his fingers. “Your phone?”
“Oh, yeah.” I pulled my own phone out of my purse and handed it to him. He opened my Contacts app and typed in his name and number. As he handed it back to me, our fingers brushed against each other and he smiled.
“See you Friday.” He turned and walked away, heading for the cash registers on the ground floor. I stood in the aisle for several minutes, staring at my phone. I had a date with Dieter fucking Bravo, and he’d given me his phone number.
I waited until he’d left the store, then went to the register myself. “Hey, you just missed Dieter Bravo,” the clerk said. “I got his autograph.”
I got his phone number, I wanted to say, but I didn’t. The kid behind the counter was thrilled to have had an encounter with a celebrity; he didn’t need me rubbing his nose in my good fortune. That didn’t keep me from texting my best friend Sam once I was back on the train headed for the IE. We’d been friends in elementary school before her family moved back East the summer before junior high. We’d kept in touch over the years, first by letters and now by text and Facebook.
<Went to downtown L.A. today. You’ll never guess who I ran into>
<somebody I know?>
<Dieter Bravo>
<Get out! Where were you?>
<The Last Bookstore, really cool shop.>
<Were you cool about it? Please tell me you were cool about it>
<As cool as I could be, lol. Must have done okay. We have a date Friday night>
Sam replied with a string of emojis and punctuation marks. <Don’t fuck with me, Em. It’s not funny>
<Totally serious. I have his phone number and everything.>
I clicked over to my Contacts and stared at the screen. The name “DB❤️” stared back at me. It was real.
<I want details!>
I sketched out the encounter for her.
<You’re living in a rom com, I swear. But be careful. Heard he’s a bit of a wild child. Make him wear a condom. You don’t know where he’s been>
<Shut up. I’m not going to sleep with him on the first date. Eww.>
<I know, you’re Miss Sensible Shoes. LOL>
It was joke between us that Sam had grown up to love wearing stiletto heels and clubbing while I preferred flats and quiet evenings. We always said it was a good thing we lived so far apart or we’d never have remained friends. And yet Sam was the one who was married with three kids and a job in finance, while I was still unattached and basically living paycheck to paycheck.
<I’ll tell you all about the date, I promise. Luv u>
I put away my phone and stared out the window, watching the backyards and alleys of Southern California flash by. What a world, where I woke up in my tiny condo thinking the highlight of my day would be a new book and lunch at Olvera Strett, and now I had a date with a famous actor. Only in L.A. I mused. It really is La La Land.
#pedro pascal character fanfiction#dieter x reader#dieter bravo#dieter bravo x ofc#the bubble fanfiction
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