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anonymous asked:

Harry talks, him dealing with your out of control hormones when pregnant.

I kinda just documented the whole pregnancy bc this talk got me excited. Xoxo

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The day you and Harry found out that your family was expanding by one precious little human was quite literally the happiest day in both of your lives. There was nothing but loving words whispered amongst misty eyes and heavily beating hearts as Harry would gather you in a long, tight embrace; the fourth pregnancy test sitting on the bathroom counter bearing witness to Harry’s hands palming the soft skin of your belly from above your sweater and his kisses dropping down to your head, your damp cheeks, your dainty fingers.

The day your OBGYN confirmed what the both of you already knew in your hearts Harry had started documenting the pregnancy. He insisted you stand next to the wall, a sports bra on with your arms slightly cradling your still flat belly. With his Polaroid camera he took the first picture of hundreds. He had even gone out to purchase another vintage leather journal to start to document your eating habits, your sleep, mood, and any other comments he found pertinent. You loved how excited he was; he had a lighter air about him and as you two would lay in bed at night he would play with your fingers in the moonlight, giving breath to endless possibilities for your, his, and the precious baby’s lives. “Jus’ can’t stop thinking about the babe.” He’d have a far off look in his eyes that would cause you to fix him with a watery smile. “I can’t believe he or she is in there… a part of me and you, love.” And he’d pepper your face and belly in kisses amidst “I love you’s.”

When your morning sickness got bad Harry was right there with you, holding up your curly hair and rubbing your back. He’d make you warm tea before scribbling intently in the journal. You’d watch him curiously and he’d raise his head “finish your tea love..”

Your first sonogram filled both of you with a feeling that was indescribable. You had never seen Harry so humble, so soft spoken, and in awe. The room was nearly silent; it felt too holy too precious for any words. In that moment Harry would feel the closest he had ever felt to you.

You were the sweetest woman many people had ever met, even sweeter than the candies you had found yourself craving like crazy. So it came to a surprise to Harry when your first really bad mood swing surfaced. It would be over something silly like the lack of scented candles in your home (you enjoyed them more now that you were pregnant). Harry would be taken aback but would quickly compose himself as you felt a vicious temper flare. “It’s ok, love…” and “you want to go shop for some? We can go right now.” Harry knew you like the back of his hand so he knew his calm tone and sweet, coaxing words would help bring you down; you were his wife after all.

But Harry was the absolute best during your third trimester when the pain in your feet became unbearable and even the mere mention of Harry leaving to the store had you breaking down in tears. He’d massage your swollen feet for hours without complaining, engaging you in silly conversation that would have you laughing so hard the baby would kick. And he’d drop everything to be by your side and comfort you, showing you the polaroids of your growing belly and the sonograms that would make your feel so content. And when you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night, he’d wake up at the call of his name and help you rub cocoa butter on your round belly and tell you stories about his band days, causing you to giggle and forget that your back was aching and your stretch marks were spreading.

And when that fateful day came when your water broke, Harry was right by your side, never once leaving you even when you cursed his name and cried during labor and delivery.
And once your precious little angel was in your arms, Harry would call your name softly before giving you the leather journal that had been by his side as he was by your side through the pregnancy. You’d hand him your precious baby before opening the journal with shaky fingers.

“10/23
I’ve never thought I could love her more than I did yesterday, but as I held her in my arms, the doctor affirming three times that life is growing inside of her, my love for Y/N grew tenfold….”

With tears you would flip to another page, the first sonogram stuck to the thick page. The fact that Harry had written little love notes amidst the documentation of the pregnancy would cause you to burst into tears.

“Shush, love. Don’t cry..” Harry would murmur lovingly down at you, the small addition to your family asleep and looking so perfect in his arms.
And you’d smile up at him through your tears, three words on your lips and an intense, burning love deep in your heart.

What Friends Are For (H.S.)

A/N: I’ve been working with this idea for a while now, and I’ve finally got a draft with substance, so I’m excited to share this with you! I’m really not sure if I’ll continue writing on this blog steadily, but I do hope I can share some more stuff with you all in the future. I hope you enjoy and remember that my inbox is always open! Ask me questions or just talk to me!


Harry’s knuckles rap on the door of Y/N’s flat for the 4th time this week, and for the 4th time this week, Y/N pulls the door open weakly, peeking out at him from inside. Today, her eyes are watery and tearful and Harry can swear he hears his heart shatter as soon as he catches sight of her. She sighs and her shoulders slump as she opens the door for him, her guard dropping instantly.

On quiet feet, he creeps into the apartment behind her and shuts the door softly. While he toes off his boots in the hall, he watches her shuffle back into the living room, where she’s undoubtedly been spending most of her time as of late. There’s a moment of silence before the television clicks to life and the apartment echoes with the sounds of some action movie. In the three years that he’d known her, he’s never seen her quite this upset.

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in midnights, in cups of coffee by suspendrs (15k)

“Sorry about the sugar,” Louis says, backing toward his own flat. “Bundle up before you go out.”

Harry smiles so sweetly then that Louis can’t imagine he’ll even need the sugar, if the muffins aren’t sweet enough just because they were made by him. “Thanks,” he says, eyes lingering a little longer on Louis before he lets himself back into Gemma’s apartment, and then Louis is just standing in the hallway by himself.

Or, Louis is overworked and cold, Harry is stressed out, and they might be in love.

Starving - HS Smut

In which Harry’s finally home from LA and he’s absolutely starving and Y/N squirts for the first time. Featuring some pillow talk.

Warnings: Smut!!! 

My requests are OPEN! Pls send me some requests smut or fluff :)


“Baby?” He called setting his suitcase beside the door. You came running the second you’d heard the door unlock now you were jumping into his open arms tears already welling in your eyes. You held him tight as he spun the two of you in the entry way.  

“Missed you,” you whispered into his neck pressing kisses there after you spoke. Your hands running through his hair and over his broad back. He kisses you hard, tongue tangling with yours before he pulls back and kisses you again this time sweet and soft. 

“Missed you so much angel,” he spoke into your hair. Setting you down he pushed you so he was holding you at arms length, he looked you up and down pulling his lip between his teeth dirty thought already filling his head.

“How was the flight?” You asked blushing as he gazed at you. He looked up now, green eyes meeting your own a smirk overtaking his features.

“Was fine, long. I’m absolutely starvin’ though.” He mumbles. You start listing off things you could make him before he chuckles and steps closer to you, large hands running down your back and over your ass squeezing lightly making you gasp a little. It’d been a month since he’d been home, you’d missed him in many ways, there was only so much your fingers could do. 

“Was thinking of something sweeter,” he whispers nibbling on your ear.  

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anonymous asked:

Can you please write about a part two of that imagine when she's giving birth and feels like giving up but Harry is there holding her hand and reassuring her? It would be so sweet!

You would remember in hindsight the incredibly whole feeling of holding your baby in your arms and Harry’s crooked grin and misty eyes.

But all you would be able to focus on in the moment would be the intense, excruciating pain of contractions and the lights above you that seemed to pierce into you, creating even more pain and discomfort.

It had been seven hours since your water broke, and seven hours since the intense pain of contractions started.

You would originally wantHarry out of the room, which would truthfully hurt his feelings. He would wonder if you hated him for causing you so much pain, but the truth was, you just wouldn’t want him to see you in such pain and so sweaty and sick looking. You had begged him between groans of pain and fat, rolling tears to leave you. “That’s mad, love… you’re my wife,” he would murmur down to you from his place beside your hospital bed. He’d brush wisps of curly, dark hair away from your sweaty face whispering comforting words in your ear… promising, “you’ll be ok, my love. You’re my strong girl.”

His words would do little to help ease your mind but the warmth of his large hand in your own would remind you that you weren’t alone. And hours later, by the time you were fully dilated you would feel about ready to pass out.

All through the delivery Harry’s hand would stay in your own and he would soldier through your biting nails and impossibly tight grip. You’d shout curses at him, even a tight lipped “I hate you,” and even though that would cause a sharp pain in Harry’s heart he knew that it was the pain speaking because if he wasn’t sure of anything else in the world he was sure of your complete and utter love for him. So he’d nod along to what you would groan out, as he’d try to keep his composure. He’d never seen you in such pain before, but he would remind you and himself that the pain was worth it because “ we are getting blessed with a beautiful gift, yea?” The delivery would not be speedy but would not be long all the same, and Harry would kiss your sweaty hand and whisper, “ I love you so much, my love,” and “you are completely incredible,” his voice wavering when your own voice would hitch in a cry. He would reassure you that you could do it, that you were doing it, when you would cry out in doubt.

Harry’s grip would loosen as the baby exited your birth canal, his mouth would drop in wonder and the beginning stages of tears would gather in his eyes. He’d look back at you, at your tired and flushed face, your closed eyes, and your parted lips. He’d whisper, “look what we’ve created, my love,” his voice breaking and his tears breaking free to fall down his cheeks.

“Some people are meant to be loved and others just naked” (III)

A/N: Part III of CEO Harry! I sincerely hope this was worth the wait and that you guys enjoy it. Thank you for your lovely comments and support. As always, this includes smut, daddy kink and a shitload of angst. I hope you like it. ♥

Harry and Y/N are enemies in the business world but the perfect partners under the sheets.

Based on the song Wrong by Zayn ft. Kehlani

Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV.

Originally posted by ohbabyyeah

The sense of overachievement deeply ingrained in Y/N’s mindset is an innate weapon that can be both a blessing and a curse: when success is the rule rather than the exception, each failure, no matter how minor, feels like the end of the world.

Oliver Zhang represented all four horsemen during Y/N’s friday night apocalypse. She was certain she hadn’t experienced humiliation to its greatest extent until he stood her up at a VIP rooftop bar that overlooked the whole city and highlighted the blossoming nightlife she was letting go to waste -along with three hours of her precious time and a new outfit.

Unable to convert stress into drive whenever the gap between her expectations and the reality of her circumstances starts to diverge, she reverted back to a well-practised posture: that of spoiled brat utterly resolute in her decision to fuck shit up and get away with it.

The taste of defeat and the remnants of shame hovering on the tip of her tongue assumed control of her body and, naturally, what ensued was nothing short of wrongdoings she would gladly exclude from her future autobiography.  A videotape in fast forward, memories that her mind would disguise as dreams -and therefore wouldn’t regret- until the following morning.

What her brain did register was that at some point, her low cut silk burgundy dress came off. 

And somewhere along the way, she ended up in Harry Styles’ bed.

Her resolve might parallel that of an all-powerful creature but she’s only limited to her human strength, and no human in recorded history has been proved strong enough to fight off the inevitable.

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ii. the bloodiness of your heart

But there are some nights, Lena sneaks out to the river. She watches how the water tumbles over the rocks. Gentle and easy, so unlike the sea she had once known. Under the inky sky and with the light of the moon and stars, Lena slips out of her plain dress leaving it in a heap by the shore. Cold water from the mountains runs through this river. Step by step, Lena allows the water to surround her. Floating along the top of the river, staring up at the stairs painted above her. Lena counts the constellations and wonders where Harry is in this life. If he looks up at the same stars as Lena. If there are nights when his chest aches and he is unsure why.

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anonymous asked:

harry talk | him fancying you but it's still a secret from everyone except himself

Harry’s really good at keeping secrets; he’s been in the spotlight for so long that it isn’t really a choice anymore whether he could keep one. And when it came to him realizing that he had feelings for you, he kept it under lock and key. He fancied you….quite a lot if he was being honest. He fancied how kind you were and the way in which your lips turned up when you were amused. He fancied the way you said his name when you were excited, a bit breathy and drawn out, and all those things and more came together to make you. His feelings for you would stay just his secret in the beginning as he didn’t want it to get back to you. You had just gotten out of a bad relationship and the last thing you were worried about was starting a new one. But Harry would always be there for you as a shoulder to cry on, a confidant to tell your own secrets to, and a friend to rely on. He’d always tell you, “M’ so lucky to have you, love…” and, “You deserve nothing but the best..”. And the thing was, Harry would mean every word he told you. He knew, though, that the timing was off and he wouldn’t try to rush you. Because of that, he would keep his secret close to his heart knowing that one day he would be able to yell it from the rooftops for all to hear.

“First Day of Kindergarten”

Summary: Harry and the missus send their son off on his first day of Kindergarten. This imagine is my way of introducing another member of Harry’s new little family with his missus. x

For more family-man/dad!Harry, or to read about his eldest daughter, Rose Anne Styles, view the Harry Styles Masterlist.

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Jude Edmund Styles

Harry pulled into the parking lot. He shifted the gear to park and shut off the car. “Ready?” Harry looked at his five-year-old son through the rearview mirror.

Jude had his head rested on the head support of his car seat, his green eyes still droopy and sleepy. Jude nodded slowly followed by a deep yawn. Jude looked over on his side at his baby sister inside her carrier, wide awake and playing with her little toes. He reached out his arm and held out a finger for her to hold on to. “Darcy, Darcy,” he sang, carefully swinging her arm.

The missus and Harry exchanged delighted smiles at the sight of their two youngest children so full of love for one another. “Ready or not,” the missus sighed as she click off her seat buckle. Harry and the missus opened their doors respectively. Harry opened the Jude’s door while the missus walked to the trunk to grab Darcy’s stroller.

“Are you excited for your first day of Kindergarten?” Harry asked as he placed Jude’s Batman backpack on his shoulders and adjusted the straps to fit him just right. Jude grinned happily, “I’m very excited, Daddy!” Harry took one last look at his little boy. He smiled proudly. He was struck by the strong resemblance he and Jude shared at that age. Harry couldn’t help himself from snickering at Jude’s missing front tooth in adoration and amusement. Jude inherited not only Harry’s physical traits but also his personality.  Jude was playful, charismatic, and sensitive. He was also a bit of a troublemaker and always kept mum and dad on their toes. Harry and the missus were enchanted by the love Jude had for his sisters. Jude always imitated big sister, Rose, and looked after baby sister, Darcy. “I’m her protector, Daddy,” Jude would say. Like Harry, Jude was a momma’s boy. He took opportunity he had to snuggle and cuddle with the missus alone without his sisters dividing her attention. And Jude showed incredibly musical talent, like his big sister, which moved Harry to dedicate a room in their house just for music; he filled it with instruments big and small, installed a make-shift recording studio, and covered an entire wall with shelves of the family’s favorite albums.

It felt like just yesterday Harry and the missus were trying for baby number two. Jude was the same age as Rose when they decided they wanted another baby— with Rose’s permission, of course. Now his little boy was starting Kindergarten. Although a part of him was sadden by the speed of time, Harry was excited to see the type of man Jude would grow to be. There were so many things Harry wanted to teach his son. He made a vow to be there every step of the way for all his children— to be their guide, to raise them as respectful human beings, to show them nothing but love, to be their biggest fan, and, of course, to assure them that he’d always catch them if they fall.

“Give mummy a kiss,” the missus said at the school gate. Jude leaned and transferred all his weight into the arms of his mum. He cupped his mummy’s face and gave her a big kiss on the lips, even making a sound. “I love you,” he missus said to her baby boy.

“I love you, too, Mummy,” his said in a little high pitched voice. He stood back on his feet and tiptoed to look inside the stroller. He softly patted his baby sister head. “See you later, baby sister,” he said to Darcy. “I’m going to school now.”

Harry chuckled and bent down to level with Jude— although, even on his knees, he was still distinctly taller than his son. Jude was small for his age but the doctor assured him and the missus he would grow into his proper size soon enough. “How about Daddy? Do I get a kiss?” Harry asked as he opened his arms for a tight embrace from Jude. “Bye, daddy,” Jude said as he locked his arms around his father’s neck. Jude gave his dad a quick kiss on the lips, too.

“Don’t be scared,” Harry said comfortingly.

“I’m not scared, Daddy!” Jude insisted, stomping his little foot on the ground. “I’m a big boy now— just like you! I got this, Daddy.” Jude stood confidently in front of Harry, his little chest up to the air, his hands on his waist. He smiled widely, his eyes squinted and inherited dimples prominent.

Harry nodded, “You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry. Well, just know Mummy and I will be here at the end of the day, okay?”

“Okay,” Jude responded. He gave his parents each one last hug before running off towards the crowd of students gathered around a teacher. Jude shot a quick look over his shoulder to check if mum and dad were still here. Harry had his arm wrapped around his wife’s waist as the missus laid her head on his shoulder, both waved back at Jude.

“Did you hear him?” Harry asked the missus in disbelief. “He’s a big boy now, like me, he said.”

The missus giggled, “He wants to be just like you, H.”

“Oh, God,” Harry laughed, remembering what a handful he had been for his own mother, Anne.

“Our boy’s going to give you a run for your money, Styles,” she said teasingly.

Harry smiled, looking down into the eyes of his wife. He saw only beauty. Happiness. He was eternally grateful for the woman beside him. The carrier and mother of his children. The potter of his future. The maker of his home.

What Makes You Beautiful

A/N: I hope you all enjoy :)

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“Ahem,” Harry taps on his champagne flute and stands from the elegant table at your reception dinner, “I’d like t’ make a toast.”

You know that Harry has had a few drinks, and you hope this will be a somewhat serious speech, not drunken sentences.

All your guests turn their attention to Harry as he continues, “Y/N, when we first met, you barely even spoke to me. You smiled at the ground and turned away when I looked into your eyes, but I knew you were special.”

Something about Harry’s words is familiar, but you can’t quite place it.

“When you walk into a room, everyone’s heads turn to look at you. You radiate love and kindness, and everyone picks up on that even though you don’t always see it yourself.”

Then it dawns on you. Harry is incorporating ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ in his post wedding toast. Your already present smile grows into a grin as you hold back your laughter.

“You light up my world more than anyone else, and you’ll never know how much you mean to me. And Y/N,” he pauses with a smirk, “That’s what makes you beautiful.”

You hear a few groans as others catch on to what just happened, but the majority of the guests don’t realize.

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Watching the water passing below the plane on the way to Hawaii for your honeymoon, you speak up, “How long had you been planning that speech?”

“Well, when we started planning the wedding, I knew I was gonna have t’ make a toast, so I started thinking about it. Then one day it jus’ popped in m’ head, and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity.” Harry knows you so well, but he can’t help but worry that maybe he took it too far. It was your wedding after all.

“I loved it,” you feel him relax beside you, “And it made it even more funny that not everyone realized what you were doing. My parents told me what a ‘wonderful speech’ that was, and that you are a 'hopeless romantic at heart,’” you giggle. “You’d think by the amount of times I played that song growing up that they’d know it by heart.”

“They really didn’t know?” Harry laughs.

“Nope.”

“Did yeh tell them?”

“No, I’ll let them think that you’re a 'hopeless romantic’ instead of just making a joke.”

“Oi, I might’ve made a joke in the speech, but I meant every word I said.”

“I know,” you smile, “And besides, you’ve got a whole lifetime with me to find your romantic side.”

“Oh I’ll be finding it t'night, love,” he smirks.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t wait for the plane to land.

For The Last Time - Coming Sometime

The story of a boy who loved his mum, a girl who hated her ex, and how practice makes perfect.

A Fake Dating, Uni AU.

Kitty- Harry Styles Imagine

I have never posted an imagine here. I’ve done plenty of HS fanfics on wattpad but I’m putting up something short here. If you like it then let me know if you want to see more or message me for a request. Here it goesss, I hope you enjoy!


A loud persistent knocking pierces your ears. You groan, flopping over on your bed and glance over to the clock on your nightstand which read 12:00 am. You sleepily furrow your eyebrows, wondering who could possibly be at your door at this time. Lazily getting out of bed and slipping on some slippers. You move yourself over to the front door, opening it roughly to face an unnaturally happy Harry.

You tilt your head slightly, “What are you doing here Harry?”

“I want to take you somewhere,” he smiles brightly, he seemed way to energetic for this time of night-well morning.

“At midnight?” you didn’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it sounded.

 Yes, midnight, perfect time!” he says enthusiastically.

“What…fine, let me just go change or something-, “ you start but you are cut off.

“Nope, no time. We’re going now,” he insists, pulling you out the door and closing it behind you.

 “But I-“

 “No buts, c’mon, I’ll even give you a piggy back ride on the way back,” he offers.

You narrow your eyes at him almost accusingly, but agree anyway because you absolutely loved piggy back rides. He was fully aware of that. He grins triumphantly, grabbing your hand and pulling you beside him as he walked to an unknown destination. Thankfully, it was summer so the nights were warm rather than cold.

“So where are we even going?” you ask.

“It’s a surprise love,” he responds, dimples on display as he smiles.

 You scowl to yourself, desperately wanting to know where he was taking you. You usually loved surprises but this was a little too spontaneous for your liking. But you ignore that gnawing feeling, liking the taste of a new adventure.

After about a good 10 minutes of walking in comfortable silence, (COMFORTABLE SILENCE IS SO OVERATED….i’M SORRY I COULDN’T HELP MYSELF)  he halts in front of a slope of land. He looks at it for a moment before turning to you. The shadows casted by the trees making it hard to see his figure fully.

“Okay, I need you to close your eyes for me,” he politely demands.

“Ha, ha, that’s funny. Yeah no, we both are well aware at how clumsy I am, do you want me to trip and die!” you reply dramatically.

“I won’t let you fall, I promise. Don’t you trust me?” he asks innocently, bottom lip sticking out as a pout.

You wanted to say no but you would be lying if you did.

So instead, you just nod, holding out your hand for Harry to grab and closing your eyes. Harry let out a quiet breath of relief as you did so, he valued the fact that you trusted him and did not plan on messing that up. With minimal problems, he was able to guide you up the hill, or what you assumed was a hill. Him mumbling out a “don’t peak” as he was bringing you along.

After a couple of minutes, he stops, positioning himself behind you and wounding his arms around your waist. He leans down to your ear and whispers. “Open them now.”

And you did so, nearly gasping at the beautiful sight above you. The night sky lit up with bright colours, purples pinks, light blues. You starred in awe, the stars that were scattered across the picturesque sky reflecting in your eyes. While you stood breathless, so did Harry, although it was not for the same reason.

“It’s beautiful Harry,” you state, star struck.

“Yeah it is,” he replies, eyes trained on you.

He loosens his grip on you and you stray away from him, you ignore the lack of warmth. Lying on your back on the grass, he wasted no time in joining you. You both lie in silence, enjoying the world around you, after a little while, you shuffle closer to Harry.

“How’d you find this place?” you ask, lying on your stomach with your head on your arms folded. 

“I just stumbled upon it one night, it’s a good place to come and think,” he responds.

You nod, sighing contently. You could feel his eyes still on you, you slowly meet his emerald irises.

“C’mere love,” he beckons you closer to him.

You happily oblige, letting him pull you into his chest. Arms draped around his body, cuddling into him and enjoying his warmth.

“You’re like a human sized teddy bear,” you smile softly into his chest.

He chuckles, “Thanks I guess?”

You giggle, “Mhm, but you’re probably a close second for hugs though.”

He gasps dramatically, “And who would be your first?”

“Y/F/N.”

He shakes his head, flipping the both of you over so his body hovered over yours. His head dips down to your neck, peppering small kisses on your jaw before your eyes lock again.

“Take that back,” he growls playfully.

“And what if I don’t,” you challenge.

“Then I won’t give you a piggy back ride home,” he grins.

“Hey! That’s no fair, you wouldn’t do that…”

“Try me,” he smirks, hands situated by both sides of your waist.

You sigh, shaking your head and giving up. “Fine, you give the best hugs,” you grumble.

He smiles contently, “Good kitty.”

You blush furiously as the words slip out of his mouth and he does the same.

“D-did you just call me kitty?” you ask.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. It kind of just slipped out. I promise I won’t do that agai-“ he rambles but is cut off.

“No, no it’s okay. Kind of cute actually….but this stays between us…”

He nods frantically, rolling himself off of you and covering his face in embarrassment. You laugh, leaning on your side, pecking his cheek sweetly. Cupping his face in your small hands.

“You’re so adorable,” you smile, pinching his cheek softly.

He groans a little, feeling as if you were making fun of him. Pouting, he mumbles some incoherent words under his breath before pulling you fully to his side. Your giggles die down, and you find yourself staring up at the beautiful man holding you closely. The warm breeze picked up, rolling over you both with ease, a calm aura littering the area you lay on. Slowly, your eyes seem to flutter closed, after a couple of moments, you feel Harry’s chest vibrate as he laughs a little. Running a hand through your hair before sitting you both up.

He gets up from the ground, brushing himself off before reaching his hand out to you.

“C’mon love, let’s get you to bed,” he helps you up, turning around and beckoning you to jump on his back.

Carefully you situate your arms around his neck, jumping lightly up onto his back and wrapping your legs around his torso, sliding down to his hips. He smiles as you lay your head on his shoulder, gripping the underneath of your thighs as he walked on the path back to your home. He found comfort in the small puffs of air you breathed through your parted lips as you dozed off, the feeling of your heartbeat against his back and the warmth that radiated off of you. The moonlight shone a gleaming ray of light that highlighted your features perfectly, he always found himself getting lost in your beauty. He felt so lucky to have you all to himself.

He brought you both to your home with ease, opening your door and closing it lightly. He walked through your house, boots clicking on the floorboards. He made it to your bedroom, walking over to your bed and easing you off of him. Carefully, he pulls back your covers, and lays you in your bed. He slides the covers back up your body before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“Stay with me please,” you mumble into his lips, opening your eyes sleepily.

He smiles softly, “Of course.”

He wastes no time in sliding under the covers with you after taking off his boots and other unnecessary garments. You latch yourself onto him, wrapping your arms around his torso and stuffing your cheek against his back.

“Thank you for taking me out to see that,” you whisper.

“It was my pleasure Kitty.”

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Does anyone think the idea of Popular Good Girl Beca and Independent Bad Girl Chloe (who pulls Beca’s pigtails) is simply divine??

Calling all fanfic authors, I’d love to read a Pitch Perfect HS au multi-chapter fanfic where Beca is the popular girl with a lot of friends, head cheerleader, on the debate team…etc, best friends with Stacie and dating the (cliche) quarterback, Jesse- an arrogant prick with no concept of respect or fidelity…

Whilst there’s Chloe, who is the resident badass, (also quite intelligent- she just doesn’t show it) and pretty rude to most people… she wears leather jackets, has a few ear piercings, tattoos (maybe), and best friends with equally badass Aubrey (yes this story would be very OOC). I reckon though she pulls Beca’s pigtails, she would compliment her or go out of her way for her, though it would look as if she were being sarcastic or mocking.

M rating would be wonderful because who doesn’t love as it of smut with their bedtime stories XD

If you’re feeling particularly enthusiastic, a Hogwarts fic would be amazing. The concept would be the same, except Chloe and Aubrey would be in Slytherin

@redlance @aliciameade @not-so-average-fangirl @chloebeale @together-youre-bhloe @v3ronica-summ3rs @omacagee @ofnotebooksandcoffeeshops @cj-jacobs @i-am-bechloe-trash @pipgoeswild @thatmitchsentho and anyone else up for the challenge.

Brand-new smutty fics

Here are the glorious results the Larry Smutty Fanfic Exchange has brought us! :D Enjoy!

Bottom Harry

(fluff and smut, pregnant Harry, lactation kink)

(Percy Jackson AU, rimming, fingering)

(Persephone & Hades AU, exhibitionism, bondage, cock slapping)

(Harry Potter AU, teacher/student, dom/sub, rimming)

(friends to lovers, exhibitionism, daddy kink, teasing)

(size kink, daddy kink, praise kink, dom/sub)

(drug addiction, high school, angst and fluff, first time)

(age gap, student/teacher, felching, spanking)

(a/b/o, werewolves, Omega Harry, heat)

(age play, daddy kink)

(dub con!, pet play, dom/sub)


Bottom Louis

(hate to love, suicidal thoughts, rimming)

(love/hate, dom/sub, borderline personality disorder, alcohol abuse, college AU)

(first time, fluff and smut)

(rough sex, impregnation kink, blindfolds, body worship)

(fluff and smut, age difference, rimming)

(radio host AU, “enemies” to lovers, rimming)


Switching/No penetration

(The Incredibles AU, kid fic, humor, blowjobs)

(blowjobs, high school AU)

(underage (17/19), dry humping, public blowjobs)

(mostly dom/top Harry, exhibitionism, cheating, angst)

(mostly dom/top Harry, pain kink, nipple play, bondage, subspace)


Please note that there are still nine fics missing, so there is a chance this post will be updated if those people should still decide to submit the fics they were assigned to write. :)

A huge thanks goes to everyone writing those amazing fics to feed our endless fic-needs! Make sure to show those great authors some love on their work through kudos and comments! :D

Fallen Stars - Chapter Two 

“Astrid Benson.”

“Huh?” I utter as Harry falls into step beside me, nodding to one of the many guards posted around Hull.

“That’s your name, right?” Harry inquires, the sun exposing his bruises and scratched face prominently. “I’ve heard about you.”

“You’ve heard about me?” My eyebrows frown. “You’ve only been here—what? Not even a day?”

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