For the Love of Greece pt. 11

just a little something about professor!harry … enjoy ;) xx

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Lightheaded

From the Desk of Professor Styles [Harry’s POV]

He only mentioned work because he felt he was obligated to, but everything in him wanted to talk about other things. But, Harry knew y/n was a good student and therefore, would carry on a conversation about the intensity of the grant program she was trying to apply for, regardless of how long she ‘accidentally’ (or so she claimed, later on) held onto his pleading gazes. 

The coffee was sipped, the applications were downloaded, and soon enough, the conversation strayed away completely from anything academic. Harry was elated. 

“Wait,” Harry narrowed his eyes, interrupting y/n. “So… you’re not from around here?”

She laughed (and his chest lit up just like her face did): “Yeah, I started studying here on out-of-state tuition when I was a freshman… Kind of a rebel-moment in my 18-year-old mind.”

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Masterlist

Originally posted by ohstylesno

Hello, loves! This is my masterlist for all of my Harry writings :) Enjoy! xx - L

* - smut

^ - written, but not posted yet

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Harry Fic Recommendation Post

There are so many great blogs and great fics out there that I think deserve more love, so I thought I would do up a post. I have probably missed so many blogs but I will be doing another post when I hit one thousand followers.

Originally posted by thestylesgifs

I’ll put the blog first, then some of their fics I love in particular with brief descriptions.

Some of the fics don’t have titles, so the description is the link.

@pendantstyles 

  • Adore - Harry makes a realization
  • Home - Harry being asked about the picture of you in his wallet
  • Talk to Me - giving Harry the silent treatment after getting sick

@harrylillies

@hardliquorhaz

  • Shakespeare - amazing series in which Harry is a poetic frat boy who just so happens to be the TA of your new English class. A perfect blend of romance and angst, does contain smut so be warned.
  • Break M’Own Rules - in which alcohol and pricks make for a messy, angry Harry

@harryslittlelovehandles

@wroteasongabouther

@heart-attack-harry

  • Running on Empty - fainting into Harry’s arms at the gym is one way to get his attention, right?

@harryforvogue

@band-blogging

  • Ruins -  you, along with hundreds of others, are living in a post-apocalyptic society brought upon earth by nuclear war. The effect of this is long-lasting and only allows you to see the sun one every two years. I love this fic a lot, it deserves so much more love and I really hope there will be a part two.

I’m so sorry if I haven’t included your blog in this post, I probably love your blog and have just forgotten to give you a mention. Keep writing more amazing stuff because I love it all!

My masterlist // my second recommendation post

Touch

Here it is! This is my first oneshot and longest piece yet – please be kind. As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Happy reading! xxh

Request? Yes! 

getting in a fight with harry and you almost break up and you have emotional sex where you’re both crying and stealing kisses and it’s raw and you’re both just so in love and i don’t know meaningful sex is so much better than just getting in each other’s pants when you feel like it – anon

Word count: 4.5k 

Genre: Angst/smut

Pairing: y/n & Harry

It was quite odd how you could feel so alone in a room so full of people.

Music jumping off of the walls, a steady bass thumping in your chest; laughter cutting through the air, cheers every so often as another round was poured out. The energy was addictive, yet you felt as if you were secluded in your own little bubble, away from everyone else and invisible to the party guests.

Harry stood beside you, happily buzzing with a glass of whiskey in hand. His laughs bellowed out from his chest and were much louder than normal – amplified by the alcohol pulsing through his body. He wasn’t drunk, but the extra confidence given to him by the glass he held was very obvious.

He’d turn to you, mouth parted and about to ask a question, but was swiftly pulled away by an eager acquaintance to congratulate him on ‘his big debut in Hollywood!’ or ‘his incredible new music!’. Harry was too kind to just brush off the compliment with a simple “thank you,” and was quickly taken up in another conversation, leaving you alone.

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Me, when I log onto tumblr.

one direction’s legacy is being on a hiatus for almost 1000 days now and still being named dropped at the vma’s and giving everyone heart attacks

Bratty

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

A small piece where Y/N can’t get Harry’s attention, so she pouts and decides exactly how to grab his attention

Y/N rarely begs Harry for anything. He’s usually one step ahead of her, always making sure she had everything she needed. Cuddles, hugs, good morning texts. But sometimes he can get caught up in his own work, Y/N has no problems with it obviously. Yet it only gets in the way when Y/N really wants something. And not just anything. But something only Harry could satisfy.

The first time Y/N acted out like a brat, Harry was answering emails.

He was lied out on the bed, back propped up by the headboard with the MacBook in his lap. His ankles crosses and hair slightly fluffed over his forehead due to just waking up. His glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, scratched at his stubble dusted jaw letting his eyes dart on the screen at the multiple emails sent by his manager. It was barely 8am on a Saturday, Y/N usually slept in on the weekends, it was her escape from the hectic schedule of work and schooling. Something was keeping her up though. She lied in bed with her back facing Harry, stretching her arms over her head once she became aware. Y/N peaked up at him sleepily, seeing his bright green eyes looking down at her.

“Up this early in the mornin’? Tha’s a record.” Harry teases letting his right hand lightly scratch over Y/N scalp making her hum out in delight.

“Heyyy don’t be rude… I can be up early if I put my mind to it.” Y/N quipped in. The only thing on her mind right now was for Harry to put his mouth on her.

She’d never ask him for it though. She would always think she’s got it all in her head, pep talking herself in the mirror to get the confidence to just come straight out and tell him exactly what she wants. But she can never get past the first sentence. Harry always can read her before she can even mention what she wants from him. He says it’s all due to his “impeccable reading of people” but Y/N just thinks her flushed cheeks are a dead giveaway.

After sharing a few kisses and daily questions they went through every morning that he asked. “Did you sleep well,” “what should we make for breakfast,” she could usually answer them with no problem. But she was getting too distracted on the way his mouth spoke certain syllabas, the way he used his knuckles to push the glasses further up his nose. Everything that should seem normal, but was just making her body even warmer. Harry caught on to her spacing out, brushing the tip of her nose with his finger.

“Did you even hear a word o’ what I just said?” He rose an eyebrow looking down at her. Y/N moved her eyes back to him immediately dropping them back down when her eyes met his. She meaked out an embarrassed ‘no’ before he smirked softly leaning over kissing under her ear.

“Go brush your teeth an’ we’ll make some breakfast yeah?” Harry tucked a piece of hair behind her ear before rubbing his thumb across her jaw. Y/N blinked a few times before getting up and heading over to the bathroom to freshen up. She brushed her teeth, combed through her hair, she even splashed cold water on her face to just snap her out of it.

But nothing worked.

Nothing.

And now she was left to fluster her way through to get Harry to do something to her. Y/N opened the door after drying her face with a towel, he was still lied there in the same position, ruffling his hand through his hair yawning out. She stood by the end of the bed just watching his, fiddling with the sleeves of the sweater of his she wore. Harry trailed his eyes back to her smiling sweetly.

“Look a’ you… all fresh an’ ready to go.” Y/N smiled slightly nodding before gnawing on her lip.

“Yeah! Yeah yeah I just….” Just like that she was at a loss for words. Anytime she started a sentence in a certain way, Harry’s eyes would immediately dart over to hers, his eyebrows scrunching in concern. She hated when she worried him, it was never her intention to, I mean how were you supposed to ask your boyfriend to just eat you out. It should be easy, but with someone like Harry, it’s more tedious than it should be.

I just really want your mo-“ She’s suddenly cut off by Harry’s ringtone blaring, making his eyes move to the phone left on the nightstand. “Jus’ give me a minute love…” Harry mumbled before answering the call.

Just like that he answered the phone. Y/N looked at him, dropping her hands by her sides letting her lower lip jut out in a pout. She didn’t mean to be someone who wanted a lot of attention, but she wants attention. Especially when she’s needy for him. Something in the way he answered the phone made Y/N reset her words in her brain. She knew a way to get to Harry.

It was risky, but she knew she had to take it if she wanted him to do something now.

Harry has his phone held between his shoulder and ear, typing away on his laptop letting out noises of responses to whoever was on the other line. Y/N crawled over to his side, resting her hand over his forearm. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, moving his hand for a minute to brush his thumb over her knuckles. She moved to lean her chin to rest on his shoulder, pressing her lips against his ear, tugging his hand that was over hers, to her thigh. Harry let his hand rest on the outside of her thigh, suddenly glancing down at it. He moved his head up to sit straight, using his other hand to pressing the phone against his ear.

“H….. really need you right now…” She murmured quietly in his ear, slipping her fingers between the open spaces of his on her thigh. Harry looked at her moving the phone away from his mouth.

“Sweetheart.. ‘m on a call jus’ give me 5 minutes..” He mumbled moving his phone back to his mouth before resuming the conversation with what sounded like his manager.

Y/N frowned pulling just her head back to look at him, his eyes not even bothering to look back at her, too focused on the screen in front of him. Her own patience was wearing thin, deciding to shove the computer off his thighs and crawling in between them. Harry looked at her with furrowed eyebrows glancing back at the screen and then her. Y/N just shrugged tapping her fingers against his thighs casually keeping her eyes on him. He looked down at her hands before grabbing one of her wrist and sending a warning glance before setting her wrist down in her lap. Y/N pouted moving her hands back to the waistnand of his boxers, slipping her fingertips in. Harry widened his eyes quickly grabbing her wrist and moving to press the phone against his shoulder to muffle the speaker.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Harry hissed keeping his hold on her wrist.

“You aren’t paying attention to me, have to figure out ways to do it obviously.” Y/N bluntly stated rolling her eyes.

Harry narrowed them before murmuring our a low ‘quit it’ before returning back to his call, now making sure his eyes were focused on hers the whole time. At this point she would’ve stopped, realizing whoever was on the other line is important and whatever they were talking about was obviously something that Harry would have to pay attention too.

But she wasn’t going to stop.

Y/N moved to lie on her stomach between his legs, pulling out his cock from his boxers. Before he could let out another scolding, she immediately wrapped her lips around the tip, lolling her tongue around. Harry let out a choked breath moving his free hand into her hair. She let her eyes trail up to his raising her eyebrows up before pulling back, letting her hand slowly work over his shaft. Harry shook his head gritting his teeth together.

“Yeah ‘m fine mate don’t worry about it… I can’t believe what the fuck are you doin’…” Harry spoke through clenched teeth at the last part. Y/N bit her lip shaking her head innocently, acting like she had no clue what she was doing. She let her tongue lay flat on the underside of his prick, letting it drag up lazily before flicking her tongue against the bead of pre-cum that had escaped. She was fully now wrapping her mouth around his cock and letting her head do the work. Her hand pumping over his shaft ever time she moved her mouth up making his head slam back against the headboard squeezing his eyes shut. He had more self control than this, but something about the way her mouth was hot around his dick was making his mind go in circle. He couldn’t think straight with her doe eyes looking up at him like she isn’t choking on his cock.

“I go-got it yes-fuck I’ll talk to you later ‘m busy.” Harry quickled rambled out before slamming his hand down on the bed with the phone. His hand quickly tangled in her hair tugging her head back toughly. A line of spit connected from her bottom lip to the tip of his cock, breathing out heavily against the warm skin.

“You are jus’ not listenin’ today are you petal…” Harry clicked his tongue shaking his head as he looked down at her with dark eyes. “Know ‘m on an important call… still disobeyed..?” Y/N licked over her lips dropping her eyes down.

“I’m sorry daddy… just wanted something…” Y/N meekly whimpered out, his hand tugging at her roots to have her eyes move back to is.

“Well if you jus’ would ask… daddy wouldn’t be so rough with his baby now would he…” Y/N nodded biting over her lip pouting out as she looked at him.

“I tried saying something! You didn’t listen though!” Harry raised his eyebrows at her tone making her shrink back slightly.

“I said I’d be with you in a minute didn’ I..? You weren’t being patient…” Y/N huffed out moving her eyes away from his face.

“I know I know….. sorry daddy…” She mumbled out looking back at him, tilting his head to the side.

“‘M letting you off with a warning this time… next time it won’t be pretty do you understand?” Harry lowly mumbles leaning his head down slightly to make his point clear. Y/N nodded glancing over his face biting over her lip.

“Good girl…. now.. go ‘head…. finish what you started…” Harry leaned back against the headboard again watching her with raised eyebrows, his lips quirking up into a smirk once he saw her eyes light up again.

The second time Y/N acted like a brat, both of them were at a restaurant with a group of friends.

They were both sat together in a booth, Y/N was pressed against the wall, sitting on the inside of Harry’s side. His hand rested comfortably on her thigh as he talked to one of his friends about a story she’s heard a million times before. She hasn’t had much to drink this time coming out. She would’ve been nursing a couple margaritas by this time but something was once again taking her focus off of anything. Her eyes turned to watch Harry animatedly explain his story using his free hand to gesticulate every word. Her mind flashed back to that morning he tugged at her hair she could feel her scalp prick with pain. The way he just looked down at her with a harsh stare that would make her want to crawl into a hole and never come out, but at the same time just completely soak her panties. She liked the way he was asserting his position in their relationship.

She loved he way he just dominated her.

Her hand moved to rest over his, using her fingertips to trace over the rings that adorned his fingers. Harry turned his head to look st her adoringly, squeezing her thigh in response. Y/N smiles leaning over to press her lips over his ear, tightening her grip on his hand. “Daddy….”

Harry’s eyes widened slightly turning his head to look at her properly, blinking a few time to understand what she said. She looked at him sinking her teeth in her lower lip sliding his hand up her thigh slowly. “‘M soaking for you… want you to take me home right now.”

Harry shook his head grabbing his glass of water raising his eyebrows over the rim of the glass. “Stop it…..”

Y/N pouted before pressing his fingertips over that spot over her underwear, specifically wearing a skirt of this occasion. Harry swallowed thicker looking down at her lap where his fingers were now pressing against her warm heat. He sucked the air through his teeth glancing at her through his eyelashes.

“You are so in fo’ it when we get home I swear…” Y/N looked at him with excited eyes trying to hide the way her thigh clenched even more hearing the way he spoke. Harry pulled his hand back before looking back at the table and explaining their sudden plans to leave. “Missus has a bit of a stomach flu happening, gonna take care of her now” he murmured helping Y/N get out of the booth alongside him. Both saying farewell to their friends, some of them wishing Y/N a full recovery as they headed out back to his car. The way Harry had his fingers tightly locked with her own, was making Y/N anticipate what was waiting at home.

The minute Y/N stepped into the door, Harry had her shoved against the nearest wall. She let out a gasp of shock pressing her hands against the wall to turn around. Harry came around quickly to press his body up against hers, wrapping his fingers around her waist.

“You jus’ don’t know when to behave do you…” Harry whispers hotly against the crook of her neck, baring his teeth against her skin, letting her head fall back on his shoulder. Y/N’s eyes shut feeling his mouth work on her neck, licking over her dry lips trying to move her wrists away from his grip. Harry squeezes over them pressing pressing his mouth against her ear.

“If you move those hands an inch… I won’t let you cum once tonight… understood…?” Y/N swallowed thickly nodding quickly before being turned around looking up at him. Harry moves her hands to rest on the wall by her hips before sinking down on his knees. He leaned forwards nipping up the skin of her inner thigh, holding the back of her knees as he looked up at her. Y/N’s hands were clenched into fists twisting slightly every time he sunk his teeth into the supple skin of her thigh. Harry moved his head under her skirt, it being flowy enough for his head to disappear completely under the fabric. His tongue pressed flat against her clit letting it nudge around over her underwear. Y/N dropped her head back whining slightly as her hands itched to just slip into his hair. Harry pulled back finally and slipped off both her skirt and panties, pressing kisses all over the apex of her thighs. He could see in the corner of his eyes, her fingers flexing and un-flexing each time his mouth would brush against her clit. He couldn’t help but let a smirk spread across his lips, knowing that whatever he was doing, she was trying her absolute hardest to stay still.

Harry licked over his lips before wrapping them snugly around her clit, letting the tip of his tongue roll the bundle around in his mouth. Y/N jaw dropped open looking down at him feeling her knees buckle. Harry quickly grabbed her thigh before throwing one of them over her shoulder, giving him more access to lick into her. His tongue moved back to lap up everything that had come out, letting out a growl against her clit when lifted her hips up into his mouth.

“Taste so fucking sweet… could spend the rest o’ my life here…” Harry mumbled against her inner thighs nipping roughly at thr tender skin making her cry out, slamming her hands down onto the wall.

“Oh my… fuck me… right there H.. oh my god…” Y/N squeaked out whining as he pulled back with raised eyebrow. “What did you just call me?”

Y/N quickly shook her head desperately moving her hands to her thighs to clutch into something. “Nothing daddy please.. please please please just come back… please!” Y/N begged, before nearly crying in relief when he returned his mouth back onto her swollen clit, letting his jaw work feverishly to pull her to her high. She looked down at him with her jaw dropped feeling her tummy coils, digging her nails into the skin of her thigh. She was so close. So so so close.

And then he pulled away.

Harry stood up to his feet as she looked up at him blinking through some tears, feeling her high escape her slowly. “Why did you do that! I was so close.” She cried out sniffling slightly. Harry shook his head turning her around pressing her chest back against the wall.

“You think this was gon’ be easy…?” Harry tutted shaking his head as he grabbed her hips and pressed his aching bulge against the swell of her bum. She purposely pushes back against him, resting her fists against the wall beside her head whining.

“I’m sorry daddy… I’ll never do it again I promise.. just.. j-just let me cum… please…” Y/N whimpered hearing the ruffling of his clothes coming of. She glanced over her shoulder before he pressed his lips lightly across her cheek.

Oh baby… baby baby baby… relax… ‘m comin’ ‘m comin….” Harry coos out against her cheek, holding her hips, letting his thumb rub across her heated skin. She shut her eyes slightly relaxing into his movements. Her eyes quickly shot open letting out a choked cry once he got in one smooth thrust. Harry growled against her shoulder grinding his hips down immediately.

“‘M going to fucking ruin you…” His hips moved to a rhythmical pace, her forehead pressed against the wall, letting out choked whined and moans every time he reached that spot. Harry’s forehead pressed against the back of her neck slamming his hind into her perky bum, making him want to cum on the spot.

“You feel me… right.. here.” He emphasized when he lightly squirmed his hips to nudge that spot, pressing his hand against her tummy. Y/N gasped dropping her hand to rest over his before nodding desperately.

“I-it feels… so good fuck…” Y/N cried feeling his free hand move to wrap his hand around her throat.

“Are you ever going to act like a brat like that ever again..?” Harry asks pressing his nose against her temple squeezing down on her throat ever so slightly. Y/N gasps out shaking her head, the pressure on her throat intensifying the bubbling in her tummy.

“Are you ever going to disobey daddy every again..?” Harry takes her lobe in between his teeth pressing his hips flush against hers, just staying there. Y/N shook her head once again trying to move her hips against his, but it was no use.

“N-no I’ll never disobey you ever again daddy.. never never never I-I promise just.. let me cum please, ‘m so close..” Y/N chokes out a sob dropping her head down. Harry looked at her moving his hand down from her throat and rubbing quick circles over her clit, keeping his hips still against hers.

“Wan’ you cummin’ jus’ like this….” Harry murmurs nudging his nose against her cheek maid her head turn to lock eyes with his. His other hand moves to slip in between her fingers, tightly intertwining their hands as he worked his fingers against her. Y/N pressed her cheek against the wall looking at him through hooded eyes trembling slightly under him. Harry tilts his head to press his mouth against hers, letting his tongue lick into every inch of her mouth as she chased her release. Y/N dropped her jaw against her mouth letting out a string of whines and his name as she finally came. The clenching around his cock making him cum just behind her, letting out a low groan, burying his face in her neck utterly exhausted.

Y/N turned her head to press her lips over his forehead smiling sleepily rubbing over his knuckles.

Baby…. baby come on….” Y/N cooed out softly to Harry who just let out a tired moan against her neck, lifting it up lazily. His sweaty fringe draped over her forehead, eyes tired but gleaming with excitement, lips puffy with his constant gnawing. Y/N wishes she could engrave this picture in her head for the rest of her life.

If this is what being a brat brought, then she won’t hesitate next time to push his buttons.

7 Missed Calls

you get into a car accident when harry’s in the middle of a concert.

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

You had just gotten off the phone with Harry thirty minutes ago. You had called him in a panic, explaining how you had less than ten minutes to get from one side of the city to the other for an extremely important job interview. 

Harry had reassured you in that deep, soothing voice of his that you were going to be fine. That everything was going to be fine. And you believed him. Hell, nobody–not even a psychic–could’ve predicted the events that would transpire.

Your boyfriend of 2 years was currently in Manchester for four nights. You two had last seen each other in person about a few weeks back when you surprised him in London. 

“I missed you so much,” Harry had murmured against your lips, “and I still miss you now, because after a few days you’re just going to turn around and leave me again.”

“I’m never going to leave you. I promise.”

It was in the middle of Woman when it happened. That is–Harry’s phone ringing backstage. It was on silent, and it was locked up in his dressing room.

Thus, the first call went unanswered.

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Innocent. [NSFW]

The one where you accidentally send a dirty text to Harry at work and he comes home to remind you who’s boss. 

A/N: we all know how i feel about dom!harry, and this time I decided to add some aftercare at the end as well. this was written in about 5 hours so please be kind because it has been very roughly edited but i am very happy with how it turned out :) feedback is appreciated as always and THANK YOU FOR READING!!!! xx

words: ~4k

warnings: daddy kink mentions, dom!harry, dirty talk, etc

who: harry and y/n 


You shifted uncomfortably in your seat again, glancing down at the dim screen of your phone for the time. Minutes had dragged on into hours, and now you were convinced that time had stopped altogether.

Seated behind the soundboard and its rainbow of buttons and knobs, you looked on as the sound producers carefully listened to Harry’s vocals, adjusting things as he sang through the chorus of a new song for the umpteenth time. It was just him in the booth now, as Mitch and Adam had already recorded a majority of their tracks, and the girls were working in another studio to mix their harmonies for Harry.

It was nothing more than a normal day at the studio.

A very dull day, you decided.

You’d woken up that morning with a itch in your tummy you knew only Harry could help solve, that he could reach, but he’d already bounded out of bed at the sound of his alarm, eager to get in and “get working.” The usual tricks you played to get him to stay in bed just a little longer had failed to work (even batting your eyelashes and smiling sleepily, pretending to be so pure hadn’t phased him), and you were left with a buzz inside of you that would only prove to be more distracting as the day progressed.

So now you sat there, watching him sing to his heart’s content, cosy in an oversized jumper and a bit of scruff on his chin. Harry’s eyes were closed, lost in the melodies he’d written out straight from his heart, and the look on his face was absolutely cruel.

Though his outfit was more relaxed than he left most see him in, his hands were faithfully dotted with rings and rudely exaggerated the veins running through them. It was as if he’d chosen them specifically to frustrate you from a distance and was playing innocent just to see how far he could push you.

He flashed a few smiles your way throughout the process, looking amused with himself after each take. You played along, giving your best grins back and even a cheesy thumbs up at one point, but you didn’t know how much longer you’d be able to sit here and watch him looking like that.

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Masterlist

Updated: 7/31/18 

I FINALLY MADE A MASTERLIST SO HERE IS WHERE ALL MY WRITING IS!

HAPPY READING TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!

Stories:

Wanting More  Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

“That was amazing. I had a good time tonight. I’ll call you.”

Harry  tells you as he opens the door to let you out of his house. And that’s when you knew. That’s when you knew what he wanted from you was way different from what you wanted from him. He didn’t see you as girlfriend material, but just fuck friends. That’s what you too were. And no matter how many times you try and convince yourself that it isn’t that, the harder it will be

Hurt   Part 1   Part 2  Part 3

Where Y/N is in an unhealthy relationship, and Harry helps her realize and understand that she should be treated better.

Prince Harry Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9 Part 10

In which Y/N is the Princess of Scotland and Harry is the Prince of England. They have both been engaged to marry ever since they were young, as part of an alliance between both countries. But prince Harry might now be as welcoming to the idea of marriage. When danger strikes Y/N must go to England, and be with Harry. The weight of two kingdoms are on Y/N and Harry’s shoulders.

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One shots: 

Drunk  : In which Harry comes home drunk again, and you are fed up.

Shitty Ceramics : In which Harry is really bad a ceramics, but even worst at expressing his feelings to you

First Kiss : You are little nervous to have your first kiss with Harry, and he notices.

Lonely Thanksgiving : You are alone on thanksgiving because you & your family aren’t on good terms. But then you meet Harry and he tries to make you forget everything and have a happy thanksgiving.

Rape :  When Y/N sees her rapist in public, but Harry has know idea what she has been through. But she soon tells him & he’s very understanding, loving, and let’s her know she’s worth it.

Jealous : Harry gets a bit jealous.

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Blurbs:

First Time Making Out

“I thought you loved me”

“Because I love you, god damn it”

“I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

“I’m going to take care of you, okay?”

“Here, let me.”

I will try and update this every time I write something new! If a link doesn’t work let me know what and I’ll fix it!

Beg For It

Originally posted by nodenyingheisgolden

This is multiple requests in one. This is… dirty, to say the least. Love you all very much. Enjoy. xx - L

Harry sees what can make you feel better- toys or him.

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 1,381

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ANOTHER NEW YEARS RESOLUTION IS TO GET MYSELF A HARRY STYLES BECAUSE WHY NOT 🤷🏻‍♀️

My Girl

[requested]: you are harry’s go-to girl and it’s completely platonic…until it’s not.

Originally posted by thestylesgifs

“Camille’s being such a bitch,” Harry swears as soon as you press to accept his call. “The whole time we were eating, she was talking about her latest spin class. I could barely make it through my meal without feeling the need to choke her.”

You sigh audibly before planting your phone down by your espresso machine, placing him on speaker. “Another date with her? What does that make it now? Four?”

“Five,” he corrects with contempt. You imagine he must be driving because the sound of a car honking almost makes you spill the milk. “For fuck’s sake!” He yells, presumably at another driver.

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Tangled.

Originally posted by harrysimpact

the one where Harry mocks you as he edges you

A/N: this has been on my list of things to write for awhile now … ever since someone send in a few asks suggesting that when Harry was in dom!space, he might mock y/n’s whines and begs to finish. it was written in *maybe* an hour or two and roughly edited, please give me some grace! no teasing ;) xx han

Words: ~1.4k

Warnings: dom!harry, themes going along with denial (slight)

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Your hands were tied.

Literally.

Wrists strained against the pink scarves that held them there, your skin was hot under the fabric worth at least two years of your tuition and Harry’s relentless stares. He’d been nipping and pulling at you all night, getting dangerously close to where you felt your nerves prickling, but never enough to give you any relief.

It was funny at first, having started out as a teasing makeout session with the power neutral between you both – your hands in his hair, on his lap, and then suddenly you were swiftly under his strong chest, his thighs keeping you in place. This was the kind of fight you didn’t mind, wrestling for dominance, playfully grasping at his curls…

But you both knew where you’d rather the other be.

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Infinity - Made in the A.M. series

Originally posted by twofronteeth

Requests: 1. Getting into a fight with h at Anne’s house please. 2. request-going to lunch with h, his family, and your family. (These were two separate requests I just combined them)

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

A/N: I’m starting to work on the requests I’ve been sent, thank you so much to everyone who has been sending them! Feel free to send more 


It had been one of the best days you had had with Harry in a while.

Every day you spent with him seemed to be a great day, but he had been really busy lately so the two of you hadn’t been able to do much. You never blamed him, this was the lifestyle you signed on for after all, but you were still grateful for days like this.

The two of you had started the day with a lazy sleep in. Despite it being the late morning you had remained in bed, shifting from lying in each other’s arms to gentle, loving kisses for hours. The two of you shared some long-awaited downtime together, just drinking each other in.

But when the time on your bedside clock had hit 11 o’clock the two of you had begrudgingly gotten out of bed and started getting ready for the day. Anne had been planning this lunch for weeks and the last thing she would have wanted was for the two of you to be late. You both knew how her mind went to the worst case scenario when anyone was more than three minutes late.

So, punctual as ever, Harry’s car rolled into the driveway of his family home right on 12:30. You had gone to open the door to get out but Harry had grabbed your arm to catch your attention. “Hey,” he spoke softly, “I love you.”

You were sure your smile spread from ear to ear as you returned those three little words. You leaned over to place one last gentle kiss on Harry’s lips before you joined both his and your family for lunch.

When you walked in, both your families were already scattered in small groups throughout the house, each in separate conversations. “Y/N!” Anne exclaimed as she saw you walk through the door. She quickly made her way over to you and wrapped you up in a big hug, squeezing you so tight you could hardly breathe. “Good to see you too, Mum,” Harry joked as he stood to the side.

She gave him a light smack on the arm but pulled him into a hug seconds later. “It’s good to see you,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

The two of you spent the next half hour greeting the rest of the family members who were at the gathering and sipping champagne, up until Anne announced that the food was ready. You both took your seats at the table and seconds later Harry had placed his hand on your thigh, tracing small circles with his thumb.

For a while, everything was complete bliss. Harry was by your side and your family was all around, chatting and eating great food. You had always been very family orientated and times like this were one of the things you loved most in this world.

Everything was going perfectly until your mother brought up your family friend, Isabelle, having a baby last week.

“Hopefully it won’t be long until Harry and Y/N start giving us cute little grandchildren,” Anne said with a grin.

“Well, he better put a ring on it first,” you joked and everyone else laughed along easily.

Everyone, that is, but Harry.

At your words, he hastily removed his hand from your thigh and your laughing was cut short. A few people around the table, as well as yourself, noticed his sour expression, Gemma being one of them. With a quick glance between the two of you, she knew to change the subject.

“I’m thinking of visiting Isabelle and the baby tomorrow if anyone wants to join me,” she broke the silence that had filled the room. By now everyone had noticed that Harry did not appreciate your joke, so everyone was quick to latch onto her subject change.

You, on the other hand, just looked at Harry in confusion. What was his problem? The two of you had been dating for over three years now and had been living together for almost two. Surely marriage is what you were working towards. The two of you had never said it out loud before, but you had thought you had this silent understanding of what you both wanted for the future. But now you were starting to doubt this.

Harry refused to meet your gaze, eyes moving to whoever was speaking at that moment but never engaging in the conversation.

You stared down at your food, no longer feeling at all hungry.

“Excuse me,” you mumbled, standing in your chair abruptly.

“You alright love?” Anne looked at you in concern.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just going to the bathroom sorry,” you smiled at her, but it didn’t meet your eyes.

You quickly exited the dining room, acutely aware of Harry standing in his place and following you out. You walked all the way to the other end of the house before turning to face Harry, you didn’t want your families to hear any of this conversation. You opened your mouth to speak but Harry beat you to it.

“What the hell was that Y/N?” he snapped at you.

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Blue Suede Shoes

Originally posted by inkedcross

Guys I wrote smut! finally. This was an idea that just popped into my head thanks to @mizpahes this is a single one shot, I might make it a series for decade!harry though so let me know what you think

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50s!harry 

warnings: smut. its smut.

word count: 3,655

summary: the one where Harry takes his sweetheart out to a drive in movie 


The 1950’s, a decade made for teen rebellion. Of course, no one over the age of 30 would know that though. The movement was as silent and effective as a speakeasy of the 1920’s, it was popular only to those involved. Teenagers went out every weekend on innocent dates, they’d get dropped off at home with a polite kiss on the cheek only to come back a few hours later to sneak into their lovers room, or out, for that matter. America was thriving after the war and so was the Styles family.

Harry had moved to the states with his family after his father got a job offer to work for Cadillac. He was the best car dealer in Manchester and they needed someone like him working for their brand. So, the Styles’ were given their very own Cadillac dealership in the suburbs of New York and became an instant hit. Wealth hit them faster than they could even say the word ‘sold’, and Harry found himself gaining popularity at his High School just as quickly.

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