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strawnarrries · 1 year

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no one asked but heres a tfln where you and harry are sexting while out with friends even though you're in the same room as each other

Harry

You

Baby you look so fucking good in that dress

baby you look so fucking good in that unbuttoned shirt

My mind is going crazy I can't focus on anything but you

what are you thinking about

What's under the dress and what I'm gonna do to you when we get home

what if i told you there's nothing under it

You're not making this easy for me. I'm struggling to hide a boner over here

you're not doing a very good job

it's huge

Thanks for that

I can't get over how good you look. I just wanna rip that fucking dress off you and take you right here

is that what you're gonna do to me when we get home

Yes I'm gonna make you feel so good just like I always do

I wanna kiss you right now

and never stop kissing you

I do too. I wanna kiss you everywhere

everywhere?

Yeah I wanna taste you. You always taste so good for me. I could taste you for hours on end if you'd let me. It's my favorite thing to do. It's why I've written so many songs about it

oh gosh harry please dont let anyone see your screen

ugh that's so hot though

I love watching you squirm when I put a couple fingers in and suck at the same time. Your pretty face gets all scrunched up and your thighs start to shake around my head when you're about to cum. It's my favorite thing in the world.

you're so good with words harry im so wet

I know you are. I can tell by your stance that you're dripping for me

only for you

That's right baby

and then when you're finished with me its my turn to make you feel good

You always make me feel good. Just thinking about how sexy you look with your lips wrapped around me drives me mad

Especially that one time when you had red lipstick on and it got so messy that was so hot

it got everywhere!!!!

It was so hot though babe

Tell me what you wanna do to me

i'll start slow and kiss you for a little and then i'll touch you and get you nice and hard for me. i like to tease you a little bit too and hear you whine for me to put my mouth on it. and then when i do give you what you want, you'll wrap your fingers through my hair and moan my name over and over again it gets me so hot

Damn baby

You give the best blowjobs

and then usually when youre about to cum you push me away and say you wanna cum in me

and then when you are in me, you get so deep and it feels so good and neither of us wanna ever stop even though we both know you'll only last two seconds

Heyyyyyy

Not all the time

It's not my fault I married the sexiest woman alive

i cant argue with that

It's because you clench around me. You're always so tight I can't help it. You fit so perfectly around me it's like you were made for me

can you take me home

The night is still young babe

you can't tease me like this and then expect me to not want you

I'm just kidding I want you too

So bad I feel like I might explode

Make up something and come get me

Okay

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pathetic-dreamy · 2 years

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Liam: Why is there a cactus in the microwave?

Harry: Don't worry about it.

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spookystarfishzombie · 1 month

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you've not done byler in a while :(

I've said this in previous asks, I don't do it by ship. I look through the Texts From Last Night site & pick texts that are funny & try to match it up with the appropriate character/ship. Because that site is usually directed towards adults/adult themes (not all though, of course, because I've used quite a few texts for the kids), there's not many that fit Byler (which is a shame). I do try to find more appropriate ones but it's hard. There is one scheduled to come out tomorrow, but yeah, most of these TFLN are more suited for the likes of Steve/Nancy/Robin/Jonathan/Eddie etc etc. as I feel the people who submitted these texts are around their age and older.

#ask #byler

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all-the-love-harold · 4 years

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TFLN #6

Harry Y/N

What do you call a guy with a rubber toe?

……

Ruberto

I don’t think you’re supposed give away the punchline so easily H

You took too long to reply

I was sleeping

Did you hear about the kidnapping at a school yesterday?

No, That’s awful

It’s ok though, she woke up

Haha you’re a shit™

I try my best

I have a question about Australia

Go on

Can a kangaroo jump higher than a house?

Doubt it

Houses can’t jump, Silly

Oh My God

Stop

You’re not funny

Also, you’re dumb, horses can jump

A book just fell on my head

I’ve got only myshelf to blame

Shut it Styles

You’ll be single in a minute

Sorry Y/L/N

Y/L/N Just doesn’t have the same ring to it, does it?

That’s ok, we’ll make you a Styles one day

Not if you keep making jokes like those

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boyfriendharriet · 5 years

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“It’s a prank!”

“Okay so, you thought I can’t do it but there you go Mitch, watch this” you half whispered to your phone camera as you tried to hide it as good as you could while you heard Harry making his way to the bedroom.

A week before that evening your boyfriend, Harry, had a night off his busy hard-working schedule and decided you two will have a little fun and go out with couple of friends to the local bar.

You were slightly drunk as you spoke with Mitch while Harry was speaking to another friend of you two, one thing lead to another and Mitch dared you to prank Harry and tell him that you want to break up.

You knew Mitch was coming up with that specific dare because you and Harry have been together for quite a long time now, such a long time that Harry was already planning on proposing. Not that you knew anything about that really... but everyone else did.

They were always teasing you about your unfaded love, which was true.

Of course as a normal couple you had some fights here and there, but you both were mature enough to forgive one another and get on with it.

Besides that, you were amazed of how madly you’re falling for him every single day with every little thing that he does. In fact, he was the first guy you’ve ever fallen in love with, you never knew you were capable of loving someone for so long, let alone being in a relationship for this many years.

And quite frankly, he felt the same way about himself.

So just for the healthy competition, you agreed and decided it might be interesting to see Harry’s reaction when you tell him you’re breaking up with him, and also because your pride didn’t let you reject that dare and let Mitch win.

“Hi babe” Harry said as he noticed you lying on your shared bed, reading your favorite book, again.

He leaned in to give you a kiss but you turned your head away, which made him confused, very confused.

“Uhh.. whats going on?” He asked.

“Nothing”

“Where’s my kiss then?”

You didn’t say anything as you flipped through another page, fully into the game.

He shook his head and turned to the closet to grab some clothes and get into the shower.

The second he walked out of the room you burst out laughing, “Im one hell of an actress” you whispered to the hidden camera.

Ten minutes later Harry was back, all fresh and clean and most importantly, smelled amazing.

You both knew you can’t resist the scent he had when he was freshly out of the shower, you always loved curling in him and smell his hair and body. But you had to keep your hands to yourself, you hate being a loser.

“Harry,”

“Yes?”

“We need to talk.”

Game on.

“Wha-what’s going on, love?” He quickly made his way to sit down beside you on the bed, a worried look covering his beautiful face.

“I- I think we should break up.” You said before looking in his eyes, you were really trying to make it as realistic as you could.

Harry didn’t say anything, in fact he looked like he wasn’t breathing anymore, not a single muscle in his face nor body was moving, he stared at you so deeply that you started to be scared.

“Im so sorry,” you said as you looked at your hands that were playing with the books papers.

“What are you talking about?” He asked so quietly, you could hear his mouth became dry.

“I- I just feel like, like it’s not how it used to be” you continued lying “I don’t think I can do it if I don’t feel the same way as I felt when we met”

“What the hell are you talking about?” He asked again, “we made love just last night! You told me you love me, you were lying right here and it felt exactly how it felt 4 years ago!” He started raising his voice, fighting back his tears.

“Im so sorry Harry, it’s just not the same anymore” you whispered, trying to fake crying.

He stared at you for few good seconds before he let his tears roll down his cheeks, then he covered his face with his big hands, then he looked at you again with blood red eyes.

“Is there anyone else?”

“What?! No!”

“Y/N, I’m so fucking serious. Is there anyone else?”

“What makes you think there’s anyone else?” You didn’t want to admit it but your heart was starting to break.

“I don’t know, I’m trying to understand where did all the things you told me go” his tears won’t stop coming, “you told me you’re falling for me day after day, we were pretending you were pregnant just for fun and we said were going to try very soon, where did all that go?” He tried screaming but you could see he’s hurt, but mostly confused.

“I love you, I still love you, just not like I used to” you couldn’t believe you’re saying this, you wanted to hold his beautiful face and hug him so tight and tell him you’d never dare to leave him.

But you’ll let Mitch win, and fuck that.

“What can i do for you to love me again like you used to?” He was so broken, he looked at you, the woman he loved so bad and let you keep breaking his heart, he just didn’t want to let go.

“Nothing, it’s not even about you, it’s me” a single tear left your eye, you didn’t think it might happen but seeing Harry like this made you really fucking sad.

“Oh fuck, you know what? Save that bullshit” he sniffed and got off the bed, “I understand.”

He turned to leave the room and then you decided you’re done doing your dare, you did just what Mitch told you to do, and it’s time to explain Harry and redeem him from his suffering.

“Baby Wait!” You tried holding Harry’s hand but he jerked it away

“No, Im gonna go away for awhile, give you some quiet” he said so quietly your heart broke.

He turned back to the closet and started taking off clothes to pack, you got off the bed and started giggling as you hugged him from behind.

“What are you laughing about? Don’t touch me” He cried out loud as he moved away from your touch.

“Baby stop-“ you tried touching him away but he moved aside again, running from you.

“I said don’t touch me!”

“It was a prank!”

“I don’t care, just don’t touch me” he said as he kept packing clothes, his vision was blurry but he was too broken to care.

“Babe I swear hear me out, it’s a joke!” You tried hugging him again and he turned to face you.

“Do i look Like a joke to you? Does this look like something to joke about?!” He yelled while more tears came running down his face.

“No, of course not! Mitch dared me to do this I swear this is a prank, look!” You said and showed him your phone camera that was hidden all along, Harry looked at your phone and then at you.

He quickly flipped off a middle finger to your phone camera and wiped his face with the back of his hand.

You placed your phone on the desk again, so the video was still rolling and showing the two of you and you held his face and kissed every corner of it until you reached the lips.

He kissed you so hard you thought your lips would go numb, and when you hugged him closely you promised you’ll never let go or him, or agree to any more bets from his dumb friends.

“I love you so much it hurts, I could never leave you” you looked into his eyes and wiped the rest of his tears off his face.

“I love you too, and you better” he smiled while hugging you again as he turned to the camera, “fuck you, Mitchell.” He half laughed.

Long time no see I KNOW, and I’m sorry.

Anyways this is something a bit different, inspired by a challenge I saw on YouTube while I was very very bored.

I hope y’all like it!

-J xx

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meet-me-in-the-kitchen · 6 years

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Imagine: Gone Under

7 and 8 from this list.

TRIGGER WARNING: dom!harry, sub!reader, subspace. angst** with fluffy aftercare. um i’ve never written smth like this before, so please be nice. i don’t know what i’m doing :(

(“7. Soft dom!Harry helping y/n calm down after she gets too frustrated when she’s very tired,

8. Y/n slipping away into subspace when guests are over. The guests are trying to talk to her but the only responses they’re getting back are distant looks. So harry has to find a way for them to leave so he can take care of her”)

The one where she’s gone under, and he tries to get her back.

Harry should have listened to her, he reckons, green eyes flashing in worry and concern as his head hangs in guilt at the sight in front of him. He should’ve paid attention to his girlfriend when she mumbled she was too tired to co-host a party, but all he had done was lose his patience and say a string of harsh things he wish he hadn’t.

It started out with y/n coming home in the evening after a long day at university, shoulders slumped and a sigh compressed in her chest, her eyes and throat burning with the empty feeling of needing a good cry, but the tears never came. She placidly slips off her shoes and brings her aching feet out onto the cool tiles of the flat she shared with her boyfriend, sniffling as the weight on her shoulders slowly lessened once she had walked into the flat.

Harry could do that to a girl, and y/n knew this from personal experience. After a couple of hours of him holding her close, back rubs, and snuggles in front of the Netflix streaming T.V., her troubles would be forgotten or seen as easier to handle than before, and the fine lines on her worried forehead would fade into nothing as she fades into sleep. That’s what y/n has been eager to come home to all day.

The day hasn’t been easy on y/n, to say the least. She had left for uni bright eyed, kissing Harry goodbye and refusing to let him drive her, wanting to take the train instead. In her rush to be early, y/n forgets her phone at home. That’s her first mistake.

Afterwards, when she’s finally reached the train station which is a five minute walk from her and Harry’s flat, she reaches into her front and back pockets, trying to find her phone urgently as time ticks away and a weird, unsettled feeling gnaws deep inside her stomach in sickeningly short waves. When y/n realizes that she’s left her phone at home, it takes everything within her to not freak out then and there, because she has a project she’s poured her heart into that she has to present to the class in the afternoon, and nothing can kill her vibes. But, the problem is, she kept her credit card, dollar bills and some identification all inside of her phone case. The only thing she had now was a student I.D. card hung around her neck and dropping at her chest.

When y/n had finally come to the conclusion she had no money on her, she had to run to her university in order to not be late, which sounded very stupid, because why didn’t she just go back to her flat and grab the materials she needed? But, y/n knew she could make it in time if she ran, seeing as the university was a twenty minute drive and the professor teaching her first class that morning was very crabby and harsh when it came to students missing classes or appearing late. Unlike other professors, who genuinely didn’t give a fuck, Prof Adams was something else.

When she finally appears at the university gates, sweating and makeup running down her face slightly, y/n flashes her I.D. to the guards by the entrance, who then let her in. She runs to the class she’s supposed to be in five minutes early, and is finally calming down when she realizes it’s Friday and she has a class with Prof. O’Connor, who was much more flexible with time than Adams. At this point she’s sure she’s about to have a nervous breakdown, but seamlessly jogs to the correct class.

By lunch, y/n’s stomach is growling loudly, but she realizes that one, she doesn’t have a penny on her, and two, the project she had been so excited to present was a group project, and even if she had poured her heart and soul into this project, it was going to be graded based on the work everyone had done. And so, she’d collected everyone’s part into the project and worked over lunch like a mad woman possessed, her head dizzy and stomach growling faintly in hunger, pleading for her to fill it with food.

And once she’s finally finished perfecting everything in the student library, running on cheap caffeine and her own fear of failing, y/n had bolted, running up the the stairs as fast as she could so she could reach her class in time. And, of course, she had to fall down an entire flight of stairs just then. Which wasn’t only painful, but really embarrassing. After that episode, she trots up the stairs, finishes the presentation, and has to walk to their flat in the rain, because all her peers took off before she could ask if she could use their phone to call Harry or hitch a ride.

Drenched and weary, all in all y/n had had a really fucking bad day, and honestly just wanted to sob into Harry’s chest, and maybe watch a rom-com as he fussed over her.

But that’s not what happened.

As y/n heard the familiar patter of Harry’s feet traveling towards her, a faint smile unconsciously tugs at her lips. Even though she feels totally spent, a warm bath with her boyfriend sounds nice.. they could even try one of those bath bombs Harry had fetched for her a few days ago. Sex sounded good, too, y/n agreed internally, her tense muscles relaxing some when she thinks of Harry gently pushing into her in the rippling bath water, holding her by her stomach, snuggled close to his chest.

“Hello, babe,” Harry greets in his raspy voice, snaking his arms around her hips as she leans back into his chest with a pout on her lips that she wishes would make him understand, like he did every other time.

“Hi,” she breathes, letting her eyes close shut as they swayed slightly. He was so warm, and lovely, and him.

“The boys and a few of our friends are coming over in forty five minutes for a little get together,” he informs, nipping kisses into her earlobe and sucking hotly at the warm flesh dangerously edged near her sweet spot, lips puckering around the flesh and latching on. Because of the well planned distraction, y/n spends a few moments sighing as Harry blows warm air onto her sweet spot before licking over the bruised area and cooling the soft skin with cool air.

Suddenly, y/n snaps back to her senses, jumping away from Harry’s warm embrace reluctantly and looking up at him with a feisty, challenging look.

“Oh, no you don’t, Styles!” y/n warns, and at first Harry’s eyebrows jump into his hairline, eyes lightening with amusement at her reaction. His arms reach for her again, but when she pushes him back, he raises his hands defensively above his head.

“Don’t seduce me, you heathen,” y/n all but snaps, pointing a finger to his chest with such a fierce expression sculpting her face that Harry has to laugh, because, God, his girlfriend is adorable.

“Harry, why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?” She asked, now in a weary voice, because the events of the day really had made it impossible for her to socialize with guests and prepare for their arrival.

“I texted you, and I tried calling. Why didn’t you pick up the phone?” He asks, an irritated edge to his voice and darkening eyes. He could sense his girlfriend’s reluctance over the entire thing.

“That’s besides the point,” she mumbles, closing her eyes as she feels exhaustion sleeping into every crevice of her aching body. She was in dire need for some food and some sleep, having been starving all day she felt hungry to the point of nausea. “You should have told me days ago, Harry. Hell, even last night would have been okay! It’s not easy prepping a get together for so many people.”

Harry’s eyes darkened and his jaw clenched tensely in irritation, him stepping forward slightly and hanging his arms by his sides, shoulder stiff and the vein by his neck standing out proudly.

“It was planned today,” he said through gritted teeth and clenched fists. “Besides, it’s not like you have to do anything, I cooked all of the fucking meals, called the people, and cleaned the house, y/n! And it’s just close friends, not a circus. If you only ever picked up the phone, you would have known sooner. We can waste time speaking about this, or actually get some work done.”

Harry then walks further into the kitchen, breathing harshly and breaking eye contact from y/n, so he can keep his cool. y/n walks inside with him and her eyes immediately widen in disbelief, already sweating as she stares at the floor, swept sloppily with remainders of breadcrumbs and things they usually waited till the weekend to thoroughly clean. The counters weren’t wiped properly, and there was absolutely no decorations or even a protective sheet over the dining table or surrounding furniture. The food made y/n lose her own appetite, seeing as just the sight of the items made her silently confirm Harry had added too much salt in the turkey, and had put mayonnaise as a dressing on the salad very poorly. The rest of the items were sloppily made, and the few edible ones were takeout boxes in very small quantity.

“Harry, I can’t do this today,” y/n confesses in a small voice, raising a hand to her cheek and rubbing softly, her own comforting ministrations welcoming sleep. “it’s just too much.. i’m so tired, and I didn’t eat-“

“What did you do today?” Harry suddenly raises his voice, walking over to y/n and towering over her suddenly, his tall figure and intensely infuriated expression causing her breath to hitch slightly.

“Harry, I-“

“No, what the fuck did you do today? You went to a building by train where you sat and listened to some professors talk, and maybe did some work. Then you had lunch, sat in a few more classes and came home, y/n. How is that fucking tiring? It isn’t even exam season, so if you’re going to come up with excuses, try harder,” Harry spat, cornering her unconsciously until she’s flush against the fridge.

“It’s not even like I’m asking you for something that big. Everything’s fine the way it is, y/n. It’s a small gathering! If you weren’t bitching about it so much, we’d have everything prepped by now. Can’t you do something this small for me?” He asks, shaking his head and running a hand through his curls frustratedly. “I don’t know how this relationship is going to work if you can’t learn to sacrifice some of your time, y/n.”

The last sentence is what makes y/n’s chest ache and her head fall down, mind already filling with dark thoughts she tries to usher away of Harry discontinuing their relationship together, because of her behaviour.

“Har, i was jus’ a little tired-“ she says in a small voice, soft and begging him to stay with her as she offers to compromise, but Harry doesn’t let her finish her sentence, his controlled demeanour finally snapping into sharp, shattered pieces that pierced y/n.

“Then leave!”

His voice bellowed off of the walls of their flat, crackling at the ends with a shaking deep undertone. He had reached his breaking point, his hands moving upward with him as he yelled in frustration, causing her to flinch slightly at the volume of Harry’s voice.

“It’s not like I need you here, y/n. If you have such a fuckin’ problem organizing something for my close friends, then leave. I’m not asking you to stay or giving you a special invite. If you’re not willing to help around or support this, then you are free to get out of my flat, understood?” Harry speaks loudly, his voice icy cold and vibrating off the walls and into y/n’s ears. She whimpers, shaking her head as warm tears of betrayal trickle down her soft cheeks and fall to the ground.

“I said, understood?”

Harry raises his voice an octave impossibly higher, his voice thick with a heavy accent and impatient, his fingers red from where y/n had her eyes on them.

“Y-yeah,” she sniffles, hearing Harry give out an impatient sigh before muttering to himself, “sometimes I wonder why I keep her around and expect something from her.”

And that’s what has y/n’s mind overflowing with dark thoughts of him abandoning her for someone else, someone who was better and easier to deal with. And as these toxic thoughts invade her, she nods her head, hiding her tearstained face from Harry, so she isn’t bad again, and falls to her knees as soon as he exits the kitchen and heads to the washroom in their bedroom, scrubbing furiously at the gunk on the floors and trying to contain her upset cries.

There are more than just a few small groups of people Harry was close with. Unconsciously, he had invited too many people, but that was probably because he found it easy to grow attached to anyone with good qualities within them.

Harry flickered his eyes across the flat. There was certainly an improvement on its aesthetic since before. The flat was decorated elegantly, but delicately, and it looked like everything had been groomed to perfection, even the tiles had a certain sheen to them. Everyone had even commented on the beauty of the flat and how great the food was, causing Harry to grin with pride, content that his house get together had gone fairly well.

“Hey, Harry!” Jeff called out, “great food, mate!” And the group of people encircling the man hooted and mumbled in agreement, causing Harry to chuckle and smile brightly in return.

“Thanks! m’girlfriend got everything together, otherwise I’d be a mess.”

“Oh. Well, thanks the missus for us,” Jeff yelled back from across the room, Harry nodding with a small smile.

His girlfriend.

Harry’s eyes had been searching for y/n’s the entire night, but had came back empty, getting lost in the sea of people crowding their flat. He recalled the words he had said to her and just how he’d said them to her quite sharply, and Harry could confirm he was the biggest prick to ever descend upon the earth. He tries not to remember her face when she had seen him snap, frightened and uncomfortable. Not to mention, his angel had taken it upon herself to work herself as hard as she could within the time they had left to clean parts of the flat that would need cleaning, and cook enough and more for everyone, with Harry left grumbling while gelling his hair back in the washroom.

Pushing past close friends and mutual friends, Harry’s eyes land upon two ladies y/n was friend with, chatting and laughing while they drank wine. He quickly walks towards them, hands sweating and chest burning with hope that they would know where y/n was, and if his angel was okay or not. He needed to apologize for being such a dick and make it up to her.

“Hey, Kasey,” he greeted the tall ginger first, then nodding his head politely at the dark skinned, raven haired woman next to her, “Audrey.”

“Hi, Harry,” they chimed back, asking him how he was and a few more polite questions, which he nods at impatiently, muttering a “great” before asking them the real question.

“I’m sorry, but would you happen to know where y/n is? Haven’t been able to catch her this entire time. ‘s pretty crowded,” Harry explains, watching their faces brighten up.

“Oh, yeah! Last time we saw her, she was over there,” Audrey points over to the left far corner and Harry nods appreciatively, kissing both of their cheeks before leaving to find y/n.

After a few moments, he marches to the area they had pointed, looking around and forcing a smile onto his face to greet guests, while still trying to find his girl. Finally, Harry’s tightened chest relaxes some when he spots the outline of her figure and the precise shade of her hair. With his eyes, squinting slightly in concentration, he tries to appear casual as he speed walks to where she was talking to Ben Winston.

“Hello,” he greets Ben, the man happily chatting with both Harry and y/n now, although Harry’s eyes were trained upon his girlfriend and how she was sort of slouched over, eyes glazed and head hung. The smile she was trying to etch onto her tired face fading, as Harry took the wheel.

As Ben begins to talk as more guests surround them, of an incident involving Ruby wandering around in a plane and stealing the passengers’ blankets while they were unconscious, Harry focuses on his girlfriend, slinging an arm around her waist loosely and feeling her hide behind him slightly, letting out breaths of air unevenly and snuffling some while clutching onto Harry’s arm like a lifeline, clinging to her boyfriend. After rubbing her back lightly for some time, Harry excuses himself and laced his fingers with hers.

“We’ll be right back,” he promises the small group of people playfully teasing the couple over abandoning them.

With their hands entertained, Harry leads the two of them into a washroom nearby and y/n follows along behind him obediently, head down and eyes wide and dazed. Shutting the door behind him, Harry flicks on the switch of the washroom and light floods the room.

“Wha’s this about, hm?” He asks softly, sitting on the toilet seat and pulling her down, so her bottom and thighs are situated on his lap comfortably, his arms holding her waist and his nose rubbing against her neck as an apology. He presses light kisses to her collarbone as she sniffles some more.

“Are you mad at me?” Harry questions, heart already dropping as he brings the girl impossibly closer to him in attempts to hold her and cuddle the pain he’d caused her away.

“N-no. Of course not,” she stutters quickly. “I was jus’ in the back, didn’t want to embarrass you in front of your guests. You didnt want me there, and i was gonna leave- swear I was, but then Ben came and we started talking,” she answers in a rush. Harry’s lips turn downwards in a deep frown, confused and hurt at the words coming out of the sweet girl’s mouth.

“What d’ya mean, baby? When did I tell you I didn’t want you there? Couldn’t have said that,” he’s genuinely confused why she would ever think he’d want her to leave. He’d probably made her feel that way, the mere thought making his chest ache.

“Yes, you did,” she mumbles, soft but honest. “Y-you said I could just leave if I didn’t support you.”

Harry’s frown deepens and he holds her a little tighter, eyeing how strange she’s acting.

“I’m so sorry, didn’t mean that, sweetheart,” he confirms, kissing the corner of her mouth gently, and he decides he’ll apologize further after he gets her to admit what’s bothering her so much. “you good?” he asks, eyebrows furrowing as her eyes are all glazed and out of it when they meet his. At the question, she nods quickly.

“yes, I think so..” she trails off, lips pouting and face clinging onto his chest slightly, her fingers tracing across his forearm hesitantly. Then she peers up at him with wide, desperate eyes. “‘m your good girl still, right, daddy?”

That’s when Harry stiffens, holding a curious, dazed y/n on his lap, her slipping deeper under. That’s when he knows she’s fallen into subspace. He merely swallows doen his general surprise and gives the wide eyed girl on his lap a quick nod.

“Daddy’s good girl. ‘m best girl,” he confirms, watching as her cheeks deepen into a happy blush, her clinging into his soft t-shirt and the moving of her lips indicating speech.

“If ‘m your best girl, that means I don’t have to go forever, right, daddy?”

The words are muffled against the fabric of his shirt, but they still sting.

“What? When did I say you had to go forever? Don’t remember saying that,” his voice is firm, but his insides are turning in disgust, if something like that had actually slipped from his lips.

“Yes, you did,” she argues, earning a soft tut from him, causing her to melt into his lap again, lips jutting forward in a pout he doesn’t bother to tell her to put away, because he needs to know. “Y’said ‘sometimes I wonder why I keep her around’, and ‘If you’re not willing to help around or support this, then you are free to get out of my flat,” y/n imitates him in a small voice, and Harry feels like shit to say the least.

The reason being he’d become so mad and irrational over the entire disagreement that he’d caused y/n to believe that he truly didn’t want her there, and was threatening to end their relationship over something this small. Harry had never, and would never, purposefully cause this wave of impending abandonment to wash over his sweet girlfriend.

“come here, babygirl,” he instructs, voice raspy and calm, but still edged to dominant demand. She skootches in his lap, impossibly closer to him and her bum softly moving along Harry’s thick thighs, his hand holding her by the hip firmly. After reaching a comfortable position, she rests her head onto his warm chest, eyes droopy and body desperate to touch his in every way possible.

“Open up,” Harry instructs in a raspy, yet firm voice, tapping on her wet mouth with two fingers. She opens up obediently, staring up at him with slightly wet eyes as she blinkingly opens her mouth wide enough for Harry to push his rough, long fingers into her warm mouth. She suckled on them softly, whimpering a little as the metallic tang that came with his ring clad fingers hit her soft tongue.

“Didn’t mean for you to leave forever, yeah?” He begins, voice raspy and quiet, but injected with importance. “daddy was angry, button. he was so angry he said things he shouldn’t have, but he didn’t want his sweet girl to leave, yeah? only ever gave her the option, that, too, when he was really mad. ‘s not baby’s fault, okay? daddy was jus’ bein’ a fuckin’ meanie.”

After this explanation, y/n nods understandingly against his chest, arms wrapping around his hips tighter, him half swaddling her like a baby.

“Y’understand?” He asks, making sure to her her to vocally agree. Harry slips his fingers out of her mouth, and can’t help but groan slightly as she unlatched with a soft noise, his fingers wet.

“mhm. daddy was being a meanie. i didn’t do anything wrong,” she answers in a soft, but believing voice, unwavering, and Harry nods quick and in confirmation.

“Need t’tell daddy when he’s being bad, yeah? Could have run you a bath sooner, if you had told me how you were feeling. Would’ve sent them all home.”

At this, y/n’s head tilts to the side interestedly. “A bath?” she asks, mumbling in loss when Harry nods a ‘yes’.

“Wanna bath please, daddy,” she requests politely, in a soft voice that was much calmer than before. Harry smirks.

“C’mon then, princess,” he starts in a deep, guttural voice, first leaning his head downwards and pushing his lips against her plushy, soft ones, moving them warmly against hers before softly sucking and nipping st her bottom lip. By the time he’s done, she’s warm in the cheeks and even more dizzy. Still smirking, he pulls back from the teasing kiss and tuts when he hears her whine.

“Strip fo’ daddy, jus’ have to take care of a few things first,” he demands, “by the time i’m back, you better be naked. no clothes.”

She nods, gulping, but sighing happily as he grabs a few fluffy towels and some bath bombs they wanted to try since earlier before.

Harry slips out of the washroom and tells all of the guests it was getting late, apologizing and mentioning y/n’s university classes, to which they all nod understandingly. Afterwards, he locks the door and slips back into the washroom, watching y/n strip.

Walking behind her and placing a warm hand on her soft, exposed tummy, he thumbs at her hips before instructing her to sit on the toilet seat, while he runs the bath. After throwing in some bubbling soap and a few baby pink and lilac bath bombs, they’re both inside of the tub, and it’s quiet. Harry’s washing y/n gently as thewarm water glides over her body as he carefully washes her breasts and moves lower down to her stomach and thighs. She leans back against his chest, sighing, whimpering and closing her eyes in satisfaction. He’s careful to wash a few bruises on her hips, frowning (“these weren’t here last night,”).

It’s soft and slow, and she trusts the man holding her completely. She’s giggling slightly as his wet curls tickle her neck, before it transitions into a soft moan when he moves his wet hand down the slopes of her body, pushing a finger into her, filling her and caressing her slick walls. y/n writhes under his hold, breathing heavily as he pushes the rough, long finger inside of her before pulling out slightly and pushing back even deeper inside with his middle and fore finger. The sound of her wetness and Harry’s encouraging words (“come on, baby. cum.”) acting as a seranade as she lets out a long, soft moan as her walls clench around his fingers and she slumped against his chest, him continuing to wash her gently and mumble soothing words into her ears.

After getting her wrapped up in warm, heated towels and a fluffy bathrobe, and making sure to get some warm food and water into her, he changes her into a fresh pair of panties and one of his sweatshirts. She’s mumbling incoherent things, clinging to him as he slips her legs through the her underwear and carries her to their bedroom, making sure to tuck her in the bed, place her head on the pillow in just the right place, then quickly spoon her to sleep, rubbing circles into her hips and brushing his warm, chapped lips to her neck.

as she’s floating into blissful unconsciousness, with strong, warm arms holding her against his chest, she’s damn sure her Harry will always be there to take care of her.

The one where she’s floating, but he knows how to take care of her.

I’ve never written something like this before, so it’s rlly bad then soz lmao. idek what the whole smut thing was i hope i don’t go to hell. please read this. byee

MASTERLIST| Requests are open!

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gwinnetts-archive · 5 years

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// i cannot describe how tempting it is to bring dreamwidth-style TFLN memes here

where you go through the TFLN site, pick out ones that suit your character, tweak for grammar and phrasing to make it IC, and then put them all in one post

people could then send in IC reactions via ask, as if their characters are the ones who had been texted, either on purpose or through the magic of “oops wrong number,” with a number corresponding to the prompt they’re replying to. and then those could be turned into threads

#ooc : mun ;; please direct your attention to the tour guide #// listen. i forgot how much FUN tfln threads can be #// until i dove into one for the heck of it today #// i miss it #// this shit's hilarious

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secret-rendezvous1d · 6 years

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tfln masterlist; #300 - #399

it’s been a long time coming, i know, but i’ve finally gotten around to creating a mobile masterlist for my text prompts. making things a little easier for you all to access them. a huge, huge thank-you to @life-is-just-better-in-pyjamas for collecting all of the links and sending them to me; you’ve been an absolute sweetheart and i am truly grateful for everything you’ve done in regards to my text prompts.

they’re split into different posts (which i greatly apologise for) because, i think, tumblr gets a little overwhelmed with the amount of links that are in one post - which sucks because it would be a great deal of help to have them all in one place. frustratingly, after spending hours trying to find them, a few of my posted tflns have been deleted unexpectedly (thank you, tumblr!) which sucks hard.

if there are any issues then let me know. requests are always open for these prompts.

TO BE UPDATED

#300 - (xfactor!harry) the one where yn and harry sext for the first time.

#301 - the one where a fanfic is too close to the truth.

#302 - the one where the fans adore the missus.

#303 - the one where harry catches the missus masturbating.

#304 - the one where she’s out of town.

#305 - (bestfriend!harry) the one where yn and her boyfriend broke up.

#306 - the one where harry looks cute in paris.

#307 - the one where the missus misses harry’s long hair.

#308 - the one where harry suggests thigh-riding.

#309 - the one with the silent treatment.

#310 - the one with persephone’s daughter.

#311 - the one where the missus shys away from sex.

#312 - (alternativeuniverse!harry) the one where harry gets a girl pregnant.

#313 - the one where the missus texts him after winning his first brit award.

#314 - the one where the missus wants to go back to greece.

#315 - the one where alfie and ellie get cheeky.

#316 - the one where alfie has a nightmare.

#317 - the one where she isn’t on tour with him anymore.

#318 - the one where harry accidentally sends naughty messages to persephone.

#319 - the one where the paparazzi speak about her baby belly.

#320 - the one where it’s the first year anniversary of ‘harry styles’.

#321 - the one where harry’s soon home for a break.

#322 - the one with a pregnant and horny missus.

#323 - the one where harry finds the video.

#324 - the one where alfie has a baby.

#325 - the one where harry’s song plays on love island.

#326 - (bestfriend!harry) the one where harry sends a dick picture to yn.

#tfln masterlist 4 #300 to 399 #one direction preferences #one direction imagines #one direction texts #harry styles imagines #harry imagines #harry styles blurbs #harry blurbs #harry styles concepts #harry concepts

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oh-styles · 7 years

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TFLN #16

Sorry for the delay on TFLN’s - I kind of forgot I wrote them. Anyway, I found this half-finished in my documents and figured it deserved to be sent out into the world like a little bird leaving its nest. Anyway, so enjoy.

Harry. Missus.

Why are you looking at me like that?

No, don’t look away like I didn’t catch you.

Fucking weirdo.

Just look cute is all. x

You look like you want to punch me in the face.

Or you need to fart.

Can I not admire you longingly from afar?

Not when you look like you want to dismember my limbs and feed them to the creatures of the hills.

What are you even talking about?

Have you not seen The Hills Have Eyes? About the deformed humans that eat people? It’s pretty fucked up, but apparently, it’s kind of based on true events.

Please don’t talk about cannibalism while I’m trying to picture you naked.

It ruins the visual, but only slightly.

Explain “slightly” for me, please.

Babe, you have a little sauce on the corner of your mouth. . .. No, don’t do that. . .. Fuck, babe, why’d you have to do that?

Do what?

You know what.

I don’t, actually. You told me I had something on my mouth so I wiped it off.

You made direct eye contact with me and…did the thing.

What’s “the thing”, Harry. Please, be more specific.

Oh fuck off.

No, you know the thing when I cum on your face and you wipe it off with your thumb and lick it off?

Christ, Harry! We’re at dinner with your family!

That’s “the thing” and you did it and now I’m hard.

That’s unfortunate.

I can’t leave the table.

That’s awkward. Try explaining that to your mom.

Meet me in the bathroom in ten.

No, your mom made my favorite pie and I am taking full advantage of it.

No offense babe, but the only thing I want to take full advantage of is you. Right now. In the upstairs bathroom so no one can hear us.

Pretty sure your mom heard us the other night. Gotta stop being so loud.

If anyone is loud, it’s you! Jeez, babe. Should probably get a muzzle for you.

Why? Are you into that?

Like that muzzle kink?

Learning more and more about you every day, Styles.

Where are you going? . .. Do not ignore me.

I am stuck at this table until further notice.

I’m going to tell your mom you can’t join us in the garden for wine because you have a boner.

You wouldn’t.

It’s natural, babe. You’re like a growing boy. Popping a surprise in your pants every other hour.

I do not!

Woke up to it poking me in the back this morning.

Morning wood is natural babe!

Natural, yes. A nuisance, also yes.

Didn’t get to sleep in like I wanted to. Lucky for me, Gemma was already up so she and I went to the market to buy stuff for breakfast.

I made sure to grab bananas. Might have one now.

I swear to God… . .. … DO NOT TOUCH THAT BANANA . .. I am so breaking up with you.

You look like you’re in pain.

My cock is going to fall off.

No, keep it in tact. I like it sometimes.

Please stop being a tease and help me.

Can I finish the banana first?

…Yes you may. I don’t like wasteful people.

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles tfln #one direction #one direction imagine #one direction tfln #harry styles smut #one direction smut #texts from last night #tfln

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mostlymaddie · 7 years

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Mauled By a Bear (TFLN)

A/N: This this short but today's been a mess but hopefully I get to see my dad tomorrow. I also didn't edit this but what's new?

Harry missus

When are you coming home love?

I'm not sure, I've filed mostly everything but I still have to clean up my office and the conference room.

Lovely, last time I checked your job description didn't include custodian.

Yeah I know, but I don't want to cause them anymore trouble. I can clean my own mess and I held the meeting so it's only right I clean.

You and your good morals I swear but that's one of the reasons I fell in love with you.

Aww baby, I love you too. Tell me more things you love about me!

Vain one you are.

GASP! I am not, I just want to see what attracted you to an idiot like me.

You aren't an idiot! I don't want to hear you say that ever again. One thing that made me love you were your smarts. It amazed me when you figured out our tip percent on our first date within a second. Or when we went camping and you millions of facts about berries, plants, and animals. I would've wiped my eyes with poison ivy and gotten mauled by a bear if it weren't for you.

Oh my, I told you ten times not to mess with that bear but you did it anyways!

I know that now but the first time you told me, I got distracted by your eyes. They got so big and they sparked because you were talking about something that meant a lot to you. I hope that's you look when you talk about me.

H, trust me I do. I care way more about you than a fact I read in a book. You make me smile everyday, you make me feel like I'm worth something when I have doubts. Harry, you've made me a better person I don't know how I can repay you.

Repay me by coming home right now I wanna love on you.

Ah! Let me lock up my office then I'm all yours.

#harry styles #harry styles tfln #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #one direction #one direction imagine

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strawnarrries · 2 years

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Harry Styles TFLN Masterlist

Welcome to my Harry TFLN masterlist! These writings are text messages between Y/N and Harry and are organized from oldest to newest! I hope you all enjoy reading and feedback is always welcome!

* means smut

+ means smut is mentioned

Request right here :)

Last updated: January 20, 2023

1. Harry steals your hair clip

2. You and Harry are sexting even though you're in the same room *

#tfln #one direction #one direction tfln #masterlist #tfln masterlist #harry #harry styles #harry masterlist #harry styles masterlist #harry tfln #harry styles tfln #harry smut #harry fluff #harry styles smut #one direction fluff #one direction smut #harry styles fluff

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pathetic-dreamy · 2 years

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Louis, to Harry: There's a free llama on Craigslist.

Louis: Are you in or are you in?

#one direction #incorrect 1d #incorrect 1d quotes #louis tomlinson #harry styles #larrystylinson #source: tfln #larry #incorrect larry

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drop-zone-homefront · 4 years

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fic recs?

I’m assuming this is for all you daily Dick, Wally and Roy brotherly needs (these are a few I could find v quickly)

Hurricane drunk

“We need a do over,” Wally declares, legs hanging out the passenger window of a red Chevrolet. Roy casts a discerning eye around the deserted WalMart parking lot.

(In which Roy turns 21, and crime, TFLN and something like a revelation ensue.)

Unmasked

The real story behind how Wally and Roy figured out Robin's secret identity. Not that it was easy.

That’s what makes you not alone

On a seemingly normal night of patrol, Roy finds himself confronted by two persistent figures from his past: a bird and a speedster, determined to recruit him for the new Young Justice team—by any means necessary.

"Let me get this straight," Roy said slowly. "You thought you'd get me on the team...by singing One Direction?!"

The trouble with traffic

"Both of you shut up before I shove you out of the car and leave you in the middle of the highway!"

"Psshh like you could even get anywhere, anyway. Traffic isn't exactly moving, Royboy."

Conversations snippets in which a grumpy archer, a hyperactive speedster, and a mischievous acrobat are stuck in traffic.

Comical

It was comical to watch the three of them together. They seemed so different, open around one another. They were the original three, and they'd known each other for years. Around each other, their walls crumbled.

#here’s your daily serotonin :))#young justice #dc #dick grayson #wally west #roy harper #robin #kid flash #red arrow #speedy #fic stuff #ask and ye shall recieve

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all-the-love-harold · 5 years

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Texts #2

Sometimes the King is a Woman Series: AKA Best Friend Y/N texts Harry about her boy problems

Master List

Harry Y/N

So um dipshit that I went on two dates with didn’t think I was being serious when I told him I wasn’t interested anymore….

What do you mean?

I told him I wasn’t really looking for what he was looking for, which he understood, but the creep just sent me a message asking if I wanted to come over for sex

He even used a winky face

Are we not supposed to use winky faces anymore?

Nobody told me that

Harry you’re missing the point

Sorry

What did you say when you told him you weren’t interested anymore

I said I didn’t really want anything serious right now because I’m still getting over the guy from work so he said he was happy to keep it casual and I went back and said that that’s not fair because he’d said to me like two days before that he wanted something serious

And he still invited you over for sex?

Yep

His exact words “hey, want to come over tonight for something fun and super casual ;)”

Is this the guy that’s never read a book?

That’s the one

Have you replied to him yet?

I don’t know what to say

And you know how hard it is to get me to reply at the best of times

You could just say that you don’t think that’s a good idea because you’re both in different head spaces

Or you could ghost him

I like option 2

One day I’ll get you to be a decent person

One day

Not today

Anyway on a not totally unrelated note…..

You want to come over for something fun and super casual ;)

I thought you’d never ask

That new toy arrived today, I want to try it out

I am more than happy to help with that

I’ll be over as soon as I finish up in the studio, and I’ll bring dinner because I’m guessing you haven’t eaten yet

Thanks xx love you

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boyfriendharriet · 5 years

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Our masterlist

Here you can find everything we’ve written, we’ll also add everything we will write in the future. (Keep sending us requests! They’re always open!)

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Braids and cookies - where Harry loves your baking and you love his hair.

Out of line - where you’re too busy for Harry and you don’t notice, but he does.

Dont touch her - the first time you’re having an anxiety attack in front of him.

“It’s a prank!” - where she makes a bet with Mitch and Harry’s not having it.

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Our series:

Troubles - where Harrys ex get in the way.

Part 1

Part 2

Teach me - where you have hard time loving and showing affection but Harrys there to teach you.

Opening

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Your requests:

Where Harry’s sick and paranoid

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Stuff we helped in writing:

Poems for her

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