— Ann Brashares (via nitrogen)

— Lemony Snicket

— Unknown (via neckkiss)

Only Angel

A/N: This has been an idea for the longest time, and I finally got around to writing it! Mafia!Harry is by far one of the greatest AU’s to exist, and I’m so excited to start writing into it finally! Anyway, thank you for being patient, and enjoy!

WC: 6,215

She senses his dismay and offers an ultimatum; one that she knows she’ll win.

“Because either we are, or you need to find a new dancer.”  

The threat awakens something in him. Something primal — animalistic. His eyes flash, darker and darker until his swelling pupils almost completely drown out the green in his eyes.

His grip on her hips tighten, and Harry forces her closer; lace-clad chest bumping against his clothed one. “I don’t want a new dancer.” He tells her. His voice is firm, tone even and stable. He knows what he wants, and now, she knows it’s her.

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Harry’s a dangerous mafia leader, Y/N is his favourite dancer at his strip club.

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Gone Too Long From You

Summary: You’ve been quarantining in Anne’s guest house for the past few months while Harry’s been stuck in LA, but tonight you get an unexpected surprise. AKA your long awaited reunion story.

A/N: Hello! Here’s a little one-shot based on the moment we saw Harry back in London. All the yearning friends. Huge massive thank yous to my girls @andwhenshesays @for-fucks-sake-h @real-work-of-art for literally holding my hand through writing and to @haute-romance-quotidienne for putting all this shit in my head. I love you guys so much. Enjoy and let me know what you thought! Xx

Words: 7.3K / Warnings: language, smut, the purple fuzzy robe, cheeky banter, the eating of a strawberry

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Your phone rattled against the granite countertop where it laid.

The second you saw his name your entire face lit up - it was the first time you’d heard from him all day.

Harry: Hi love. You awake?

You quickly grabbed your phone seconds after it buzzed and eagerly typed your response, not even pretending to have an inkling of chill. And you couldn’t care less - he was the highlight of your day.

Summary: Harry loses his favorite cardigan. You learn how to knit. (Based on the JW Anderson cardigan knitting trend.)

Genre: fluff, a mention of smut

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: mentions of sexual intercourse.

Harry’s sense of style is one of the main things that make people around automatically drowns to him. High waisted flares, custom Gucci suits and newsboy caps - Harry in a nutshell.

His style is so distinctive, that even if his face and tattoos were covered, people around would still recognize him just by looking at his outfit.

You, of course, are one of the many fans of Harry’s style. Being his girlfriend had its benefits. Getting to steal his clothes was, obviously, on top of the list.

“Sweetheart!” Harry calls out for you from the bedroom.

You got up from your place in the living room, following your boyfriend’s voice. You knew that if he just wanted to tell you something, he would’ve texted. He clearly needs you to come up to him, so that’s exactly what you do.

Going up the stairs, you kept thinking about who could be the killer in the new detective series episode you’ve been watching.

When you reached your bedroom, your eyes trailed right to your worrying boyfriend, who was walking in circles around the room with his brows furrowed and in deep thought.

“Love, is everything okay? You seem upset.” You gently started.

He really looked frustrated, and you had no idea what was the reason behind it. He would always take every hardship light-heartedly, knowing that everything can be solved and everything can be fixed, and if that’s not the case, he would say, “Well, that’s what life’s about, isn’t it? It can’t always be easy. That’s the beauty of it.” Your mind started walking in circles just like your distraught boyfriend, thinking about anything that could’ve caused him to react this way.

“Y/N, I think I lost m’rainbow cardigan.”

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The Tutor - One Shot

a/n: based off this ask! I’m real happy with this one y’all. I’m happy to present tutor!Harry x hockey player!y/n, a nice little college au. Friends to lovers if you wanna categorize it. Enjoy! Reblogs and feedback are always super helpful. (semi-proofread, sorry in advance for any mistakes) 

Warnings: fluff and smut, partying, alcohol consumption

Words: 24.5K

Part Two Part Three

“This psychology professor is out to fucking get me!” Y/N groans as she plops down on her couch. “I don’t understand the books we’re reading, and he doesn’t even lecture from the powerpoints so I never have any idea what to write down.”

“Y/N, who the fuck told you to take a psych class anyways?” Amanda says to her.

“I thought it would be an easy gen ed for my science requirement. I didn’t want to take a fucking lab science, that would have been worse!”

“It’s only the beginning of the semester.” Gina says. “You should sign up for a tutor now before it gets so bad that coach benches you.”

“Goddammit!” She yells as she gets up. “I’m headed to the tutoring office, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Why there wasn’t an online form for tutoring she’ll never know. Y/N couldn’t risk getting a bad grade in her psych class. Hockey was her life, and she was a sophomore now so that meant she had more of a chance for playing time. Not to mention she worked her ass off over the summer, and her coach has been noticing her improvements at the few practices they’ve had.

She enters the tutoring office and the woman at the front desk gives her a form to fill out. She has to put down the class, who’s teaching it, and what she’s specifically having trouble with.

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Seven Hours

A/N: this is heavily based on that gif of Harry on stage and waving with a massive grin to the camera, and there was no way in hell that I wouldn’t write what I fantasised in the tags of my reblog lmao. It’s smut (again), so enjoy!

WC: 7,172

“Want you naked in that bedroom when I come home.”

The tone of his voice sends shivers down her spine, and Y/N can feel her thighs involuntarily clench shut. She rolls her lips between her teeth, eyeing up his pink mouth, and her mind starts to wander to the memory of it kissing on her cunt.

She blinks, words in a hushed whisper. “Better be quick then. Can’t promise I won’t start without you.”

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Y/N and Harry finally have some time to themselves.

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when the levee breaks

summary: you’re a waitress and harry is being stood up.

warnings: brief smut, angst, fluff, love at first sight <3 kind of

song inspo.: when the levee breaks - led zeppelin

word count: 9.5k

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Temptress

Summary: You slip up and call Harry “daddy” for the first time and find that he is more than thrilled that you did

Warnings: 18+, daddy kink, soft dom!harry, dom/sub dynamics, rope bondage, smut: fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie mention, aftercare mention!

Word Count: 3.3k

Harry was always good at finding the tiny details in things and that was no different when it came to you.

He’d had a hunch for awhile that you were into some things that were a little kinkier than you let on when you first discussed sex with him at the beginning of your relationship.

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Meet Me in the Copy Room

A/N: this has been in my drafts for a while and after much contemplation, I finally decided I would share it with you guys!

WC: 10,848

Harry’s none the wiser. His fists clench at the image of another man dancing up her but his cock bloats at the thought of her dancing on a night out. No doubt in a short and tight dress. 

He knows tonight he’ll let himself think he can feel the swell of her ass rubbing against his crotch, let himself think he can taste her lips on his tongue.

He doesn’t say anything else and Y/N thinks he’s thoroughly fucked in his head. 

“Well, I’ve emailed over your schedule for the morning. Have a good day, Mr Styles.”

or

Harry is Y/N’s boss but he likes his secretary more than he should. 

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Lock the Door

a/n: college!Harry one shot because why the f not??????? I’ve wanted to write a good college!Harry au for aw while, and I’m happy with this. 11K of friends to lovers. (not proofread) 

Warnings: Smut.

It was junior year of college, Y/N and her friends were thrilled to finally be out of the dorms. Even though they were still living on campus, they were in a student apartment, and incredibly thankful. Now instead of sharing a bathroom with hundreds of other people, there would only be four of them. The only thing was Y/N’s parents weren’t thrilled about the people she was rooming with.

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Full of You

Summary: It’s your birthday and Harry has an idea of a birthday present.

Genres: smut, fluff.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: breeding kink, slightest(est?) degradation, name-calling (is that a warning? i’ll include it just to be safe) unprotected sex.

Waking up wrapped in rays of sunshine was your favorite thing in the world. The warmth of golden glitter covered your skin, acting as a blanket. You always woke up to peel the duvet off of you, as you couldn’t stand your naked body being covered with three layers: the light hollowfibre duvet, the ever-warming star’s rays, and love your lover boy drowned you in.

Harry has always been tender towards you as if you were made of clay. He made sure to fire you in endless love to ensure your longevity, just like one of those brittle vases you filled your house with after you moved in with Harry.

“Princess, wake up.”

Your thoughts were interrupted by Harry’s hold tightening around your body and his face snuggling into the crook of your neck. You whined, fighting for a couple more well-earned minutes of sleep.

“Nopies, bunny. Don’t whine at me. We have a long day ahead of us.” Harry excitedly informs you and lets his hands snake over your sides. Your boyfriend moves his mouth over to your ear and whispers this time. “It’s my love’s birthday today.”

As the words leave his mouth, Harry’s hands begin to tickle your sides and watch you open your eyes in shock of his betrayal.

“No! St-! Stop!” You couldn’t get the words to flow out of your mouth, as they fought for domination with the laughter caused by the hands of your lover.

Harry listened to your pleads and stopped his movement to watch your body relax on the mattress. The smile on his face kept growing as he watched you smile up at him.

“What?” You asked reaching your hand to cup his cheek. Harry let his face squish into your palm keeping his eyes on you.

“Happy birthday, my angel.” He spoke softly, eyes full of warmth that came right from his heart. Harry moved himself to lay on top of you and grazed his lips over yours.

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Oak in a Flowerpot

A little friends to lovers AU/mutual pining to enjoy in quarantine <3 

Word count: 11.6k

Warnings: Strong language | Sexual content | Violence | Alcohol consumption | Drug use | Body image | Eating disorder

Another day, another book, Y/N thought as she clocked into her shift on the computer before sitting back in her rolling chair and opening the first page of the novel she picked out. Working at a library had its perks, and as a self-proclaimed bookworm, Y/N couldn’t have thought of a better part time job for herself.

She didn’t do much during the day, especially after the university had installed self-checkout stations around the library. Most of her interactions with students was when they either had a problem with their card or when they needed help finding a certain book or DVD.

Since her shift was early morning, she either catches the students who pulled all-nighters leaving, or the extremely motivated ones who wake up at dawn to get on top of their course material. It was usually the same people who arrived at this time of day with few exceptions. Today, one of the exceptions caught her eye as soon as he appeared at the door, and scanned his student card on the reader before walking in. Upon looking over, he gave her a polite smile and walked over to the sofas section hidden from her sight by one of the massive bookcases. She didn’t know if she imagined that smile lingering on his face as he turned the corner.

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