harrys-tittie  asked:

26 maybe

Thank you for requesting! I hope you’re well. xxx 

prompt: ‘That isn’t appropriate’ or alternatively Part 2/2 of ‘giving Harry a blowjob in front of his friends.’ I want to first say that I KNOW that this one isn’t going to be everyone’s cup of tea. I’m fully aware of that. That’s why there’s this disclaimer. With that said, I hope you like it. Thank you SO MUCH for being patient. I know I was a fucking spazz with this so thank you. I’ll repay you all somehow. Probably with a smut concept night. Or would that be more for me…

[27] Do you want to show them love? [MATURE.] 

It snowed the day before Harry landed back at home. And she was really cross about it because she wanted him here to watch it fall. And maybe she was just as cross because Harry was spending his days in the sun while she was avoiding muddy puddles.

But Harry is back at home after it felt like months when it had actually been two weeks. Which is actually, quite the same thing in both of their eyes.

He’d barely left the house. Not even when his body had gotten used to the London cold. Not even when he should have been somewhere else. There is no somewhere else or any other pressing place to be. He should only be here. At home warming himself up by laying right beside her as they catch up on episodes they’re not paying attention to anymore.

‘House is nearly all furnished.’ He grins playing with her fingers. He’d finished where they left off when she had left. ‘S’ready for you, you’re the only thing missing.’ He brings her hand to his lips.

They managed the furnishing after arguing about paint colors from across the globe.

It looks like sick!’ She argues into the phone, loud enough just to be sure her opinion of the color is carried effectively.

That peach color just won’t do.

‘Does not!’

‘Does too! Looks exactly like my 22nd birthday did in the toilet! You were there!’ She explains.

‘s’fucking disgusting.’ He groans at the image she’s instilled in his head.

‘S’what I’m saying!’

Harry liked falling back into this routine. The one he has with her, the one they share. He likes matching his routine to hers and not the other way around. Feels less guilt this way.

He likes making her tea in the morning instead of just for him, likes eating breakfast with her instead of on his own, likes planning meals to cook for dinner and likes taking a bath with her instead of running one just for him.

He fits. Fits really nicely into this routine they’ve created for themselves. He’s found a place in her life and she’s found a place in his.

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Tooth (Blurb)

“Daddy! Dadddyyy! Help!”

Harry jumped from his seat in the living room and jogged down the hallway toward the sound of his daughter’s cries, worried that she had fallen or broken something and was hurt. He finally found her in the bathroom, standing on her little step stool and examining her face in the mirror with a very worried look on her face.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Harry asked, rushing to her side and squatting down so he could see her better. He didn’t see any blood or bruises or cause for concern, but the look on her face worried him.

“Daddy, something’s wrong with my tooth,” she said, turning to him with her mouth open slightly and one finger pressing into her gum.

Harry frowned and moved her hand away from her mouth so he could have a look. Everything looked normal to him, except that one of her bottom front teeth seemed to be on a bit of an angle. He finally realized what was going on and grinned, feeling his heart slow down a bit.

“Looks like you have your first loose tooth,” he said, standing up again.

This explanation didn’t seem to sooth his little girl as she looked up at him with wide, terrified eyes, before turning back to the mirror and opening her mouth to look again.

“I was just brushing my teeth, daddy! I promise! An’ then it started wiggling; I didn’t mean to make it loose!”

Harry chuckled and knelt down again, reaching out to smooth his daughter’s hair back.

“No, it’s okay, love,” he said, “When you’re little like this, you’re supposed to have loose teeth. It just means that your big teeth are trying to grow in and they have to push the little ones out of the way. That tooth is going to fall out pretty soon.”

She seemed completely frightened by the idea.

“Nooo, daddy! I don’t want it to fall out!”

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iloveyouhaz  asked:

If Harry was a pornstar, he'd be so fucking dominant. He'd pull your hair, choke you, slap your ass, make you ride him even harder when you're cumming, degrade you, nibble your skin, fuck you until you're shaking, make you suck his fingers like you would his cock, plough into you with his fingers on your clit, telling you not to cum. "Is that what you like, huh? You like having my cock deep in your tight wet cunt, you little slut?"


anonymous asked:

With all this excitement, I just keep thinking about being Harry's girlfriend and being able to tell him how proud you are and just be excited with him and stuff ugh it kills me


Maybe you’d known this was coming soon, but not this soon, because Harry’s a little shit who likes to keep you on your toes with surprises.

So when the ad comes on and you feel him tense beside you, you’re sure to pay close attention and you literally scream when you see the part with his arm, because you recognize those tattoos.


He’d laugh a little, pulling you closer to his side until the ad finished and “April 7th” flashed across the screen. You’d be left speechless, and maybe he’d get a little nervous because you hadn’t said anything yet.

“Harry.” You’d repeat, staring up at him in shock. He’d giggle a little and soon you’d start rambling about how he was wet in the ad and it was so dramatic and he just looked so hot, which would make him blush. You’d repeat how proud you were of him and you couldn’t believe everything he’d accomplished, and more than anything he deserved all the success heading his way.

Maybe he’d admit that he was more than just a little nervous, because this is the first time he’s ever released anything on his own. You’d scoff and assure him that you understood, but he has absolutely nothing to worry about. Because most of his fans are exactly like you, and they’d love anything that featured his voice.

Since you’d heard most of the album, you know that every single song is a work of art. He’d checked it over millions of times, he made you check it over, and several producers and song writers had picked it apart countless times. You’d remind him that everything is exactly how he wanted it, and he has no reason to be afraid of what was to come.

Maybe you’d open up twitter or tumblr, and show him that everyone was freaking out over the ad, in a good way, and people were excited to hear his new music. He’d probably take your phone and start scrolling through your feed himself, grinning whenever he’d read a particularly complimentary post.

It would be then that he’d realize that this was really happening soon, and there was no turning back now. Sure he’s nervous, but he knows you’ll be with him through it all, and more than anything, he can’t wait.

No Pain No Gain

Authors Note: I know these prompts are short and you guys have requsted they be longer, but I just keep going blank. Sorry!! Enjoy my lovelies. Xx

It’s in the hours that you label as ‘dreadful’ that you feel the covers being extracted off of your warm body, the encouragement of Harry’s voice drawing your eyes open while the first ray of sun peeks through the curtains.

“Go away,” you mumble into your pillow, drowsily yanking the covers over your body.
Not even a second later Harry extracts the covers back off you, dragging them to the floor, “I fucking hate you.” You choose a phrase of words that aren’t too pleasant, but you’re not too fond of early morning wake up calls so you feel as though your choice of words is justified. 

“Oi, that’s not nice.” He shakes his head, your hand shielding your eyes from the small ray of light forcing itself in the room, “c'mon my love, up and Adam. We have a workout to complete.” He advocates, benevolently pressing his hand to your exposed thigh, 

“What time is it?” Your tired voice questions, your eyes rubbing the sleep from your exceeding slumberous eyes. 

“Six-thirty, I’ve already been up for an hour. Come on, you can sleep after our workout. Now, up.” He kindly demands with a little hint of dominance to his voice, doing his best to keep in mind that you absolutely despise mornings and can be remarkably sullen when woken up. 

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anonymous asked:

(you write SO WELL) What about the first dates with Harry, tho? the flirty little shit he must be. the guy knows he's got the most charming smile and look, throwing the most ridiculous jokes just to see you laugh and feel even more confident. and before the first kiss? I think he'd compliment and let it clear about his intentions, like... "m'sorry, was too distracted by your lips... no' my fault, is it?" and you'd be just dead shy and red and dead. (IM DEAD)

(Thank YOU!)

First dates with Harry would be so nerve-racking. He’d be staring into your eyes, wanting to familiarize himself with them so in case he’s ever lonely, he can think of them and feel at peace.

Say you’re at dinner and you put your hand out on the table, maybe playing with the stem of your wine glass, nervous because it’s going really well and the conversation has never lulled. He’d  place his hand on top of yours, giving it a small squeeze, rubbing your thumb with his while he continues to tell you a story about how when he was a kid, in the summertime, he would sit and watch ice cubes melt in the driveway for hours on end. “Weird kid. Weird, weird kid,” he’d shake his head, smirking at the memory.

You’d go out for drinks, wanting to stretch out the date as much as possible. He would order a bottle of champagne for the two of you to split, clinking your glasses together with a wiggle of his eyebrows, his smile slipping over the rim of the glass to taste his favorite libation. You would sit close together, and as you drank more bubbly and got more and more comfortable, you’d rest your hand on his shoulder when he made you laugh particularly hard. You’d place your hand on his knee, squeezing gently, when he told you an anecdote about his life that was nearly unbelievable to you. He would lace his fingers with yours while you recounted a horror story about your first job, giggling as you told him instances where your manager was particularly snippy with rude customers.

It would be undeniably intimate, your first date. And not intimate in the sense that you’d go to bed with him that night. He would want to wait for that - not rush things, not mess things up before they even got started. But, rather, intimate in the way getting to know someone can be. He’d want to memorize everything about you; want to remember every little detail and idiosyncrasy so he could look back on that night when he told your children about when he knew he was going to marry their mother. 

He would walk you to your car, offering you his arm. Before you got the chance to open the door, he would gently place his palm onto the hitch of your jaw, guiding your lips to his. It wouldn’t take much - you’d wanted to be attached to his mouth the moment he started to talk - and when he slips his tongue across your bottom lip after a series of open-mouthed kisses, you’d gasp a little, your heart flipping up into your throat.

“Feel that?” he’d ask, pressing his forehead up against yours. “Righ’ in the pit of your stomach? Haven’t felt that in the longest time.”

And you would nod, because you would know exactly what he was talking about.

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[Sick Niall. :(  I’m sick, wish I had a Niall to cuddle with right now. Enjoy!]

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neverland-city  asked:

Honestly just the thought of Aftercare Harry is killing me!! 'are you alright baby?!'s and 'you know you're not really a slut, right?'s ahhh pleaaaase!!!!

Checking everywhere, kissing everywhere that is a bit more red than other places. “M'so lucky…”.

He’d put you in the bath or shower, and then into the coziest robe, playing with your hair as you fall asleep on him. :)


Updated 3-27-17




Girls’ Trip



It’s a Girl

Bad Days

Drunken Accidents


Late Nights

Beauty Hurts

Second Chances

Party Preparations


One and Only

Welcome Home Daddy


She Loves Us

Jet Lag

‘Minor’ Accidents


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#Chaptered Stories - 
Out of Bounds
Too Far From Texas

#Blurbs/One Shots/Drabbles -

Backstage // Your Turn
First Touch // First Time
Slave 4 U // Slave 4 U 2
Making His Mark // Claiming His Territory
Fratboy Harry
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
part 5
part 6
part 7
part 8
part 9
part 10
part 1
part 2
part 3

A Little Help
The Doctor and Mr. Styles
Wedding Night
This One Time At Camp
Toy Story
Tied Up
Birthday Girl
Tension Release
Get Mad
The Cabin
Fashions Fade, Style Is Eternal
All For You
Little Black Dress
In Your Dreams
Plenty Of Time
Truth Or Dare
Up In Hotel Rooms
Just For The Record
I Miss You
Rooms on Fire (The Morning After)
The Opera
Back For You
What’s It Like
The Lucky One
Too Long
We’re Gonna Have A Baby
This Is Me You’re Talking To

Chicken Soup
I Have Something To Tell You
I’ll Take Care Of You
The One Where Harry Tries To Win You Back
Drunk Me Is Like Regular Me
Bad Dream
What If It Stinks?
I Swear I’m Not Scared
Happy Place
You’re Never This Quiet
You’ve Gone To The Bathroom Fifty Times Today
You Said You’d Never Leave
Show Me Your Texts Or It’s Over
My Home
A Night Out With Harry
Pumpkins & Princesses
The Lilac Jumper
Seven-Tiered Cake: The Interview
Meeting Harry Styles
What Are You Doing New Year’s Eve? (A Short Story)
Kiss Me Kiss Me

We’re Not Fine

Harry’s POV:
Lyrics and Melodies // Part 2: AM
The House Sitter
Victoria’s Secret
Best Friends
Anniversary Pancakes

I Could Totally Fight You With My Bare Hands
Magic Kingdom

*please let me know if any of the links are broken

Through Their Eyes - One Shot

Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely readers with a Happy Birthday one shot to him that is almost exactly two weeks late! Inspiration and time are funny that way – always against you, you know? ;) Enjoy, loves. xx

Anybody would have to be blind not to see it, and his mother thinks he is and you are, too.

 Her beautiful boy has always been a bit oblivious. He’s incredibly smart, she’s proud to say, and very astute, but sometimes – only sometimes – he can’t see past the end of his own nose.

 He’s in love with you. She’s suspected it for awhile, but tonight it’s painfully plain to see. Her son, her youngest, her baby, loves you.

It’s more than a passing fancy, because he would have stopped lighting up in the same way when you walked into any room if it was as simple as that. And it’s more than the love that comes with strong friendship, because if it stopped there he wouldn’t look at you the way those thousands of adoring fans look at him – like he just wants one chance, just the one, to show you how good he’d be for you and to you.

 None of his friends see it – they’re all too far gone into the alcohol and guffawing as they have go after go at him in the name of good fun, and he just laughs along with them with crinkle-eyed, dimply humor.

 You don’t see it either. You don’t see it when he looks up at you with adoration that shines, unbridled, thanks to the liquor in his veins.

 You don’t even see it when he leans his head against the gentle curve of your hip while you stand next to him, one eye drooping just a little more than the other as he listens to whatever story is being told before giving in and letting them fall shut as you rake your fingers through his thick curls and massage his scalp. He does love a good pet, but he doesn’t reward all the people who comply by turning his head inwards and giving a little kiss to the hip that’s been his pillow.

And her boy – her birthday boy – he doesn’t see it at all.

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anonymous asked:

Ever since Liam hit us with that baby I've been thinking about harry as a dad(and it's been awful) just imagine him from the moment you have your first contraction until that baby is born, he's gonna cater to your every need and be such a good lil coach 😭😭 and he's gonna constantly ask if you're okay and ask the doctors as well ugh kill me

Oh my gosh yes. Harry’s going to be an incredible dad from the moment he finds out his wife is pregnant.

He would probably be overprotective throughout your entire pregnancy, because neither of you have been through this before and he’s terrified of doing something wrong. He’d be calling his mom constantly to ask her what to do when you felt a certain way, and she’d have to calm him down on countless occasions when he freaked out over a little bit of nausea. He’d be so attentive, especially when you weren’t feeling well.

He would go to every doctors appointment to make sure he had answers to every question. He wouldn’t leave your side at all because he knows that these things are nerve wracking and important.

He’d be amazing during labor, of course, letting you leave bruises on his hand and not even flinching when you swore at him for every little thing. He’d just stay close to you and whisper encouraging words, and push your hair aside whenever it got in your way.

After you bring home the baby, you’d see the side of him that was always present when he was around kids, but now it’s different because it’s his kid. He would be incredibly gentle, and he’d probably tell the baby jokes even though he/she couldn’t understand a word that was coming out of his mouth. He’d be worried the exact same way he was during your pregnancy, and he’d do more than his fair share of research regarding all the important decisions you needed to discuss.

Most importantly, having a newborn would strengthen his love for you and his child. He’d wanted a family all his life and it would feel much more complete after a beautiful child you’d made together had arrived.


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These one shots/blurbs are from my main blog (@harrysbunshun). I created a separate writing blog after deleting all my original content due to others stealing my work and reposting it as theirs 😞I hope that you guys enjoy my work, new and old, as much as you did before xx

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^ Friends/Acquaintances

- Sub!Harry/Pain!Kink

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For the following request: “Could you please do a blurb where harry and the reader get into an argument?” 

This one is rather long, and angsty… Hope you all enjoy :) x

“What do you mean you can’t come? We’re in the bridal party, Harry..” you trail off meekly, staring at him with wide eyes over the top of your laptop.

He’s leaning against the doorway of your shared room with his arms crossed against the chest of the white t shirt he has on, tattooed arms glowing in the light of the sunset that’s streaming through the parted curtains, “Christ, love.. I kno’. But there’s nothin’ I can do… yeh kno’ I’d be there if I could.”

You blink at him in disbelief over your screen before you lower it to a close, sitting up on the bed and curling your legs towards you as you set the computer aside. You’re at a loss for words and the silence in between you two is deafening. He’s talking about missing your sister’s wedding this weekend, a wedding that has been planned months in advance.

“Say somethin,” he commands with a rasping voice, causing you to look up at him from your shocked reviere.

“Can’t you talk to Jeff? Harry everyone’s expecting us…” you try again with a weak voice, tilting your head at him. All your extended relatives were excited to meet Harry, but most especially your grandparents.

He sighs deeply and pushes off the doorway, making his way towards you and sitting on the bed next to you. He covers your knee with a hand, giving it a loving squeeze as he looks you carefully in the eye, “Tried, my love. S’just something ‘ve got t’do. S’fo m’job innit?”

His last statement makes the dropping sense of disappointment in your stomach pause for a moment.  He has a point. In all your time with Harry, you hadn’t often resented his career. It was a lot to handle, yes. From the hate, to the never ending flashes of cameras, to the overwhelming feeling of him being gone time and time again. His career was something he worked so hard for  and he made you so proud.  He handled as much as he personally could with charm and a careful heart, and even if you weren’t dating him- you know you’d admire him. Especially with his upcoming album, one that he’s worked so tirelessly for, one that you had convinced him was golden time and time again, you know this last minute nuisance of a event is crucial. And although the overwhelming part of you wants to throw a fit, you know you won’t.

His eyes are sincere and his brows are furrowed as he watches every inch of your face closely. You can tell he feels guilty, and you shake your head boldly before clearing your throat, “Y-yeah You’re right. It’s okay, Harry.”

Harry sighs with relief, giving you a boyish grin before he leans forward and presses a puckering kiss to your cheek in appreciation, “S’my girl. Knew yeh would understand fo’ me.”

That had been 4 days ago, and you thought you would understand. Because you had time and time again, but now, sitting with your hair pinned up in two dozen different places and aching feet to accompany your sour mood- you think otherwise. It had been a succession of events that had led you to feeling so… damn sorry for yourself. From your cousin having to step in to accompany you in the bridal festivities, to answering the question of Harry’s whereabouts from countless relatives, to Harry not even sending you a text throughout the day, and to now- watching the couples of all types dancing away: daddy/daughter, bride and groom, old aunts and uncles, and your parents. You feel completely alone in a room full of people, and slightly humiliated too.

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