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cinemastyles-backup · 6 months
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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
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"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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cinemastyles-blog · 10 months
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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
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“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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sunflowrrvol6 · 1 year
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Hi! Love your blog! I noticed you like Harry, Will you be posting any mustachrry content? 🥰
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*:・゚✧*:・゚✧ ♡ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
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jlf23tumble · 2 years
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I tried to search them up on ao3 myself but no luck :( do you have some Moustacherry fics? They can be b!louis too I just rlly want to read about Harry with a moustache.
Oooh, it's really tricky because there ARE some good ones, but I think it's the spelling? Maybe?? Anyway, I have some faves!
nobody knows like me, enbyharry/ @non-binharry, 3.5k. The notes but also this fic!
i moustache you a question, but i'll shave it for later, adoreloux, 3.9k. As close as I'll get!
(Honorable mentions for passing mentions to my beloved Time Passed and to Asia's fallin' and laughin' at the drinks we spilled)
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st-lady · 8 months
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au where 6 year old harry accidentally apparates from the dursleys to a newly freed sirius
part 2
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finelinevogue · 8 months
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lost n found
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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.
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“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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yourinstagram tomorrow i get your last name forever <3 p.s. i would like to state that harry bought himself that tshirt :)
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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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if you get it, you get it
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mustache!harry, always in my heart.
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u3pxx · 2 months
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got the disco meshi au on my mind and i remembered that one time i drew a cursed elf!harry (like if they ever encounter a changeling circle in the au) and this is kind of just the extended version of that idea pftt
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this was the original sketch for that. elves in dunmeshi don't really have facial hair so i just had to base what to do with his muttonchops on what happened with senshi's luxurious beard, stubble it up ig lol
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mrtequilasunset · 7 months
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He's a king dust demon with an ice pick smile
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The It miniseries being forced to have to censor its gay by having Eddie come out as a “virgin” and then having Richie make some repressed little I-grew-up-in-the-50s-and-must-boast-my-heterosexuality comment but still going super hard and:
Having Richie and Eddie almost leave Derry in one car. Together.
Have Richie literally take Eddie’s body out of the sewers (he’s alive-coded, I’ll prove it another time, I’m too tired rn) and Mike say at the end that Richie’s working with some guy “who everyone would say looks a lot like Eddie Kaspbrak.”
Have Sonia Kaspbrak further queer-code Eddie by forcing him “not to shower with the other boys” in case he gets sick. (This part was set in the 50s but the film came out in 1990 so it’s very easy to tie that to AIDS)
Having some “coworker” who seems boyfriend-coded pick angry little spaghetti-head up from Sonia’s to drive him to the train station and then just wait there as it pulls away like a lover watching his partner leave to go to his death
Make Eds the cutest little thing you’ve ever seen in your life. (Okay that’s not really GAY but he’s just so adorable)
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Baby ⬆️
And of course, while the five remaining/able losers are down in the sewers as adults having Reddie mirrored with Benverly, the canon couple, in almost every shot.
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(With Bill in the front as the leader because his ponytail gives him power I guess. At least he’s not bald like in the book. What the hell was the point of making him bald Stephen King. I don’t even care about bill to begin with, don’t make him worse!)
And then there’s whatever Bill and Mike got going on. Just fruity my boys…
✨ 🍉 🍎 🍌 ✨
Plus a bit of villain queering (with the “kiss me fat boy” scene, it’s Tim Curry, literal Dr. Frank N Furter, they knew what they were doing), which I don’t think I have to explain why that can be harmful.
Also they give Eddie, our main queer-coded blond-haired beauty a very fun fashion sense. He’s got a color palate and some fun sweatervests. He also gets to make fun of Richie’s strange shirt-thing. I wish he got to make fun of the mustache, like, Harry Andersen was great but that mustache was so ugly.
Anyway, goodnight Tumblr. I am deep into my many It-thoughts again.
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bra1n-r0tting · 11 months
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THE!!! ITS!!!
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Next Room Over
Summary: this is an anonymous request - “what about quarantine harry and y/n? they’re strangers and somehow end up quarantining together then having sex with each other.”
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, strangers, unprotected sex
Master
QUARENTINE/MUSTACHE HARRY
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“Hi, checking in?” The last behind the desk asks, I can’t really tell if she is smiling or not, these masks really block out everything.
I nod, “Yes for y/n y/l/n.”
“Okay. You do understand that we require a five day quarantine, correct?”
I shake my head, “Oh, really? I must have missed that when I booked. That’s fine.”
She nods, “Okay. Give me one moment.”
I look around, everyone has their masks on, following the correct protocol, six feet apart, tapping elbows instead of shaking hands.
Life right now is so weird.
“Okay. You’re all set. Room 342. Just head up there and also, we are going to put a sign on your door that says you are in quarantine, just to let housekeeping know.”
“Okay. Thank you.” I head up to my room and notice there is a a sign in the door next to mine and the initials, H.S. beside the word quarantine.”
“Hmm.” I shrug and open my door, walking in to set my stuff down. I shut and lock the door and look around at my home for the next five days.
As I’m unpacking and getting settled, I hear the strumming of a guitar and light humming. I walk around slowly, trying to figure out where it’s coming from.
I walk over to a door in the middle of the wall and press my ear against it. I smile slightly and listen to the gentle sound coming from the other side.
The humming turns into words, “Thought that we could hide away, in the corner of the heath..” he begins humming again and I step back.
I go over to grab my phone and turn on some quiet music, at least I thought it was quiet.
There’s a knock on the door and I turn slightly, “Which door did that come from?” I ask myself out loud.
“The one on the wall.”
I laugh slightly and grab my mask off the table, hooking it around my ears before I open the door, “Hello?”
A tall man in a black hoodie with a claw clip in his hair is standing there and I can tell he’s smiling, “Hi.”
I smile and nod, “I’m, um, y/n.” I go to hold my hand out but quickly drop it, “Ah, right.”
“I mean, I tested negative, so if it’s alright with you.” He holds his hand out. I smile, “Yeah, I tested negative too.” I grab his hand and wow, his hands are soft.
“So you play guitar?” I ask leaning around him to look into his room, “You have a beautiful voice by the way.”
He smiles and chuckles, “Yes, I do. Thank you. Im actually working on a whole new album.”
“Album?” I question, “Wow, what’s it called?”
He shrugs, “I haven’t really, okay. Im thinking of calling it something like Harry’s House, maybe? Im not sure,”
Harry. Harry. Harry.
“Is your last name Styles, by chance?”
He nods, “Yeeaahh.”
I nod, “Oh wow, I mean, don’t take this wrong but I did not recognize you at first.”
“That’s a compliment, honestly. I’m glad you didn’t. If you opened the door and went completely insane I would have went to a different hotel.”
“I work so much, so I don’t really have time to sit down and read all the gossip, not that you’re go-“
“No, I get it. I mean, you’re not wrong. I hate the media. It’s a bunch of click bait lies that people run with.” He rolls his eyes, “I actually knocked because I heard you were listening to The Chain and I just wanted to tell you that you have a great choice in music.”
I smile, “Thank you. I’ve listened to a few of your songs too, from your first album I think? I’m not sure. They’re pretty good.”
He smiles and tilts his head, “Thanks.” He looks down and chuckles, “So, would you like to come over, I mean, totally up to you, and the six feet regulation and all-“
“I would love to.” I smile and walk over, grabbing my phone, “Do you want me to-“
“Please. I’d like to see what else you have in there.”
I smile and walk past him into his room, not much different than mine.
“Your guitar is beautiful.” I look from the instrument to him and he nods, “Thank you.”
“Do you care if I-“ I point to my mask and he shakes his head, “No go ahead do you mind if I do the same?”
I take mine off and take a deep breathe, “Please do. I hate those things.” I lay it on the table and turn to look at him.
A smile plays with my lips when I see the rest of his face. He’s much more beautiful in person.
“You’re beautiful.” Harry smiles and looks down, “I-um. S-sorry.” He chuckles nervously and shakes his head.
“No, I was actually thinking the same thing.” I laugh slightly and cover my face, “Gosh, I’m so awkward, I’m sorry.”
He shakes his head, “No, no. You’re fine.”
He walks over to me and looks down at me, “I have to admit though, I have this strong urge to kiss you.”
His words make my stomach do a whole 360.
“I’m okay with that.” I nod and smile.
He smiles and his eyes move from my lips to my eyes, “Okay.” He whispers before leaning down, his lips gently press onto mine and I swear to god I heard fireworks.
He pulls back an inch and pauses for a split second before crashing his lips back onto mine, getting out lips to move in perfect sync. I lay my hands on his neck, moaning slightly into his mouth.
“Is this okay?” He asks slightly out of breathe.
“Yes.”
He nods once and brings his lips back to mine, walking me backwards so we can lay on the bed.
There isn’t much talking, just him asking if it’s okay if he does anything and me saying yes each time.
Our clothes quickly come off and he admires my body below his, “You are gorgeous.” I can feel my cheeks warm and I smile and shrug.
He smiles and leans down, kissing my neck. I tilt my head back and slide my hands across his back and down his arms, “Please.” I whisper lowly, “I want to feel you.”
A groan escapes his lips and he nods, “I don’t hav-“
“It’s okay.”
He nods and licks the tips of his fingers before pressing them to my already soaked center. I gasp and spread my legs wider, “Harry.”
He leans down and takes a nipple between his lips, flicking it with his tongue as he slowly pushes his fingers in and pulls them out of me, curling them each time.
I arch my back and my hands go to his head, tangling his hair around my fingers, “Fuck.”
He moves over to my other nipple and slides his fingers out and moves them to my clit. Let out a moan and tug his hair. He moans against me and gently bites down.
I moan louder and move my hips slightly, whining out his name.
“You need me?”
I nod, “So bad.”
He smirks and slides his hands up my body. He reaches down to stroke his cock a few times before rubbing it against my slit. I bite my lip and my eyes roll back as he pushes into me.
“Fuck that- was so hot.” Harry groans and leans down to kiss my neck, biting the skin below my ear. I wrap an arm around his neck and arch my back, my chest pressing against his as he starts to thrust.
It’s slow at first, but I need more, “Harder. Please.” I ask kind of shy. He smirks and nods, “Okay.”
He pushes my legs up out and back, placing them on his shoulders. His hands are on either side of my head and I grab the pillows with my hands, and let out a scream. Harry is pounding into me roughly and it feels so fucking good.
I open my eyes and look up at him, his hair is hanging down in front of his face and his bottom lip is sucked between his teeth.
His eyes flutter closed and a moan leaves his now parted lips, “Fuck, y/n.”
Him moaning my name sends waves of pleasure through me, “H-Harry.” I whisper out as I clench around him, “I-I.” I can’t even finish my statement before I throw my head back and cum around his cock.
He continues thrusting, fucking me through my high, “That’s it.” He moans, “That’s it.”
I moan loudly and dig my fingertips into his biceps. He watches me, watches my boobs bounce up with each time his his hips slam against me.
“Fuck you’re so hot, I-I-“ he groans and pulls out, his cum landing on my stomach.
He gently sets my legs down, “Hold tight. I’ll be right back.”
I nod and get my breathing under control as he walks into the bathroom. I stare up at the ceiling, smiling to myself.
“Here.”
I go to take the towel but Harry goes and wipes me off, “If you want to, you can shower and what not. Or you can-“
“Shower with me.”
He smiles and runs a hand through his hair, “Okay.”
Harry and I get in the shower, neither of us ready for round two, so we just kiss, laugh and sing together to the songs that my phone are still playing.
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“Can I play you some stuff that I have written down?” Harry asks as he ties his robe shut.
I smile and nod, “Please.”
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I know this ismy as detailed and not very long at all, but I wanted to get something out because I’ve been mia on the smut lately.
I will write a very detailed part 2 to this I promise!!
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drinkyoursoupbitch · 1 year
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For all his ridicule of blood status, Wendy Gordon's great grandfather seems to have an encyclopedic knowledge of wizarding family trees.
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july-19th-club · 4 months
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there was some fanart on here that was harry and kim as . middle aged lesbians GOD i need it right now . that is the harry i am playing . she's butch. she's falling over. she's awful and useless and pathetic but by god is her tragic leer compelling . i have to see her
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eternallog · 2 years
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I can't imagine it anymore // Neither can I
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wig version cuz slay boy, hide those tears
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