what a girl wants to hear

You Get What You Give (Capri and the Sun)

Requested: Yes

Summary: Where Harry’s just begun his solo career and performing is everything that he’s ever dreamed of; he can’t help but feel so alone sometimes though. Feeling as though everyone has someone, and he’s so out of the loop with his love life that it brings an imbalance. However, you can’t take everything and expect to give nothing in return or for everything to be ok for forever.

Word Count: 881

Pairing: Harry Styles x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Insomnia, Cursing

A/N: This is just one of the many deleted scenes that I’ve had in my drafts for awhile and I thought that I would just share it. This scene happens between Communication & Long Distance! Hope you like it :) 

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anonymous asked:

once again you are not entitled to speak for him and act like you know how he feels!!!! lmao just because a person puts what THEY want on display does not mean they want YOU to talk about it and sexualize him the way you do. That's like a girl wearing a dress & having men cat calling her. Is she feeding the beasts too? No. so why do you say that shawn is?? You're basically saying he is "asking for it". I'm sorry if you feel offended because you're hearing the truth

You know what, no you’re right.

You said it like 100 different shades of righteous jack ass but the point you’re trying to say is right. Double standard and I shouldn’t have said it.

However, I don’t see a problem in girls/women/boys online expressing their sexual freedom and fantasies. Draw a line in the sand when it comes to forcing them on the actual person and grabbing and touching him and shouting things at him.

Fan fiction is a harmless outlet for people to explore sexual fantasies and people online use it as another reason to shame women for thinking about and wanting sex.

Men jack off to Victoria’s Secret magazines and it’s considered “a part of childhood” for them. People laugh at it and don’t chastise it yet when a young girl expresses her sexual desire through fan fiction she’s disgusting.

Don’t think so.

But you’re right. The way I phrased myself was unthoughtful and not correct.

anonymous asked:

ANYWAY what I'm hearing is that you want us to hurt the girls so Boze's family takes her ice skating but she slips backward and reaches out to save her head but breaks her wrist

I love that we’ve gone from genuine angst or life-threatening conditions and putting these kids through emotional turmoil to legit just giving them minor injuries for the hell of it

that-hippy-girl-art  asked:

Hey i just wanted to tell you that you are one of my favorite blogs!!!!! Im so sorry to hear about what happened and i understand if you take a break, but i hope you come back!!! 💜💜💜💜💜🌻🌹⚘🖖

you know what I said about leaving the fandom? well, fuck it, with people like you being so nice I want to come back and start making content again. Thank you so much.

What has been your worst "nice guy" experience?

So, possibly one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. I mean you know how you hear the “women want him, men want to *be* him” stuff in old movies? Well I’m a man and by *god* I wanted to be this guy. Anyway!

I’m having dinner with my girlfriend at the time, and behind us are a couple on a date. It is.. not going well. Guy was being rather creepy and making some pretty inappropriate comments, the girl doesn’t look at all comfortable.

The girl finishes her appetiser really quickly, my guess is she wanted to get it over with. Guy proceeds to comment on it and says “well, least I know you can swallow right?”. Loudly.

Girl goes red and tells him that isn’t appropriate, he literally waves his hand in a “shoo” type motion and says “oh calm down I was going to find out in a few hours anyway”.

I missed her exact reply as she moved to a hushed tone, but it was fairly obvious what was being said - fuck no, fuck off, fuck this. He responded with “sweetheart I picked you up, I know where you live”. She lost the colour in her face and said nothing.

No. No. Fuck no. I’m one of those “get involved” type of people and there is no way I’m sitting here watching this go down. I get up. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I’m 23, fighting fit and happy to put that motherfucker through a wall. I may have had a slight temper in my youth. But anyway.

I was halfway out of my chair when a hand came down on my shoulder and I look up to this mid-50s but super fit guy who says “Easy.. I’ve got this one son”. Absolute, total confidence in his voice.. so seeing as my current plan amounted to “stab him in the neck” and I’m already thinking maybe that’s not the best idea, I sit down.

He walks over, grabs a nearby chair, flips it around and sits down with the couple. Then.. he pulls out his police ID and puts it on the table. Now the guy doesn’t have any colour in his face.

Cop: “So, I’m quietly celebrating my daughters birthday with my family when I distinctly hear you threaten this young lady, would you care to explain yourself?”

Guy: “I, ah, well, um, you see..”

Cop: “That’s what I thought. Now see, we take a *very* dim view of that kind of thing, so right now I’m deciding if I want to have some of my buddies come pick you up.”

Guy: “oh no well that…”

Cop: “But that would disrupt everyone’s dinner, so how about you hand me your ID, because I wouldn’t want you running off on me, then you go see one of the staff here and settle your bill.. the full bill now, this young lady shouldn’t go hungry on account of your poor behaviour. Or we can go with the first option, I’ll leave it up to you.”

Guy: “No no! That’s perfectly fine!” \*hands over ID, gets up and walks very quickly in the direction of the counter\*

Cop: \*while writing down the guys details\* “Sorry about that miss, I hope I’m not intruding it just seemed like you could use some help. Oh and don’t worry, if you want to pursue this further I’ll have some of the boys pick him up on his way home, we can definitely take this further.”

Girl: “No, thank you so much, I wanted to run out 30 minutes ago but he drove me here”.

Cop: \*shifts from hardarse cop to comforting father figure in about half a second\* “Well I’m here with my daughter, she’s about your age, perhaps you’d like to finish your meal with us? We can run you home afterwards if you’d like, unless you’d prefer to call someone else?”

Girl: “Oh.. that would be really nice.. thankyou so much!”

\*guy returns, so does the hardarse cop\*

Guy: “Uh so, I’ve paid the bill, if I could have my ID back..”.

Cop: “There you go.. now I have your details right here so I *highly* recommend you don’t go near or contact this young lady ever again.”

Guy: “Yes yes of course, I’m so sorry!”

The guy pretty much fled the restaurant, the girl went and sat with the cop and his family and by the time we left they were still sitting around talking and laughing about random crap.

It was hands down the best way I have ever seen anybody handle any situation, ever. That cop is my hero.

you act like you still care and i act like the thought of you and her together doesn’t bother me
but truthfully i can’t settle for being friends and i think you know that too
maybe this entire situation is out of our control and neither one of us has a say in how things work out
but at the same time i was willing to put my entire life on the line to save what we had and you let it go as quickly as you moved on
you know, that last time i kissed you i didn’t want to let go
you said we’d see each other again but i could hear the goodbye in your voice
when you’re a 16 year old girl in love and in denial, you believe everything that will keep you from aching a little while longer
even now, after all we’ve put each other through, you still call me on your way home and i still think of you before i go to sleep
i don’t know what it means to be friends, but i know that friends don’t talk to each other the way that we do
i don’t think you can honestly tell me you don’t miss holding my hand or drinking my coffee
so, maybe i’m making all of this up in my head and i’m never going to hold your hand again
or maybe we’ll see each other again and it’ll be like no time has passed and you’ll kiss me like you did 4 months ago
—  i don’t want to sound like i’m having a hard time letting go, but i’m having a hard time letting go
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Mind Reader

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: angst adjacent, smut, dirty talk, LOTS of language

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I was looking through some REALLY old requests and I came across an idea from @jennalyncarrigan1230 from who knows how long ago. She pitched an idea that I have twisted and LOVE the outcome. I doubt she even remembers sending the ask, but her initial idea sparked this smutty goodness. This took on a life of its own. I haven’t wrote Dean smut or ANY smut in quite some time. This is officially DIRTY. Or at least by my standards it is. Hope you enjoy. ;) Italics & Bold indicate reader’s thoughts.  This has very little plot. Just the poor reader thinking her secret dirty thoughts about Dean only to have them be not so secret anymore.

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Guys, I have so much to tell you about Will Roland

I may die penniless, unwed, and forgotten, but I will still die happy because I spent four hours of one long-ago summer in a song interpretation master class taught by Will Roland. 

I don’t even know where to BEGIN. To quote Rachel Bay Jones, Will…*bursts into laughter* oh my God, there’s so much Will.

Ramblings about Will Roland under the cut. This is my day with Will Roland.

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MONSTA X for PopTeen (June issue): WONHO

— ALL ABOUT YOU

Q1: What is your normal clothing like?
WONHO: Comfortable, easy to move around in.

Q2: Any hobbies?
WONHO: Exercise. Playing instruments while listening to music. I’m learning piano and guitar right now.

Q3: What is the first thing you do after you wake up?
WONHO: Put on clothes.

Q4: What 3 things would you bring to a stranded island?
WONHO: Futon, pillow, ramen.

Q5: If you had a superpower?
WONHO: Teleportation.

Q6: What is the last thing you want to eat before you die?
WONHO: Ramen.

— TELL US ABOUT THE MEMBERS

Q1: In one phrase, what kind of group is MONSTA X?
WONHO: Gentle in appearance but tough in spirit. We might have a cute side, but when we decide to do something we go through with it with strong will.

Q2: What is your favourite MONSTA X song?
WONHO: ‘Hero’.

Q3: Which member has the biggest gap?
WONHO: Kihyun. He has a voice that can catch the hearts of many girls, but when I normally hear his voice it always feels like I’m being nagged (laughs).

Q4: Who is the most fashionable?
WONHO: Changkyun. His likes/dislikes are clear, and he has his own style. Also, officially he’s the member with the longest legs!

Korean translation: @n_ning_2
English translation: @potatoestorm

Why?

Because I’ve never seen my hip bones. 

Because I’ve never seen a boy look at me without disgust. 

Because every time I look into the dressing room mirror I want to cry. 

Because shopping is a nightmare instead of a dream. 

Because I hear what my mother says behind my back. 

Because I hear what my family says behind my back. 

Because food is not my friend. 

Because every step is like an ogre stomping instead of a fairy floating. 

Because clothes look better on skinny girls. 

Because I’ve never been a single digit in jeans. 

Because it’s been a lifetime of the ugly friend. 

Don’t judge about the how until you see the why. 

Headcanon Sirius’ hair was a huge part of his self esteem, and he grew it out in silent rebellion of his parents’ wishes for him. Every time he went home from Hogwarts, he would hear ‘why don’t you cut off that mop?’ or ‘you would look so much nicer if your hair was like Regulus’.’ He would put a charm on it to prevent it from being cut by his parents without his will.

Once in sixth year, just as tensions were at their highest with his parents, the Marauders pulled a prank on him that resulted in Sirius’ hair being chopped short. Short enough to look exactly like Regulus. He locked himself in the dormitory bathroom, much to the amusement of James and Peter, who laughed at him for being ‘such a girl, Padfoot, it’s just hair.’ Only Remus with his werewolf hearing could pick up the soft sobbing from beyond the door.

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“Please,” she cried, her head hanging, “don’t ever forget me.”

A moment passed. He didnt know what to say, so she continued.

“Don’t forget me, okay? Don’t forget me, the girl who worked so damn hard to make you happy. The girl you thought would be forever. Please, I’m begging you, don’t forget about me.”

“I’d never.” He whispered, almost as if he didn’t want the world to hear. Almost as if he didn’t want her to hear.

“Why would you ever think I would?” He broke the silence, filling it only to temporarily stop her tears from falling until she finally answered.

“Why wouldn’t you?”

—  excerpt from a story I want to write | a.m

Hahaha…. so this is what the Riverdale girls are up to on set… Lili and Camila reenacting Jughead’s phone call to mom is hilarious xD and kinda ironic cos Lili actually comes from Ohio (Cleveland) and her wanting to come back to Toledo is such a koinkidink hehe… and then Camila recording Lili and Marisol throwing what seems like a banana peel?? and trying to land it in the wastebin but failed lol. Plus Cole the spectator watching them throw…. and great to hear that the Pussycats are headed to SDCC this year too on July 22nd! Their enthusiasm is adorable. Oh and the boys roasting each other on their snses.. Riverdale cast are love.

Lies and Make ups ~ Peter Parker

Summary: You find out Peter is spider man, angry and disappointed you try and ignore him, but you can’t stay away.

Word count: 1,396

Warnings: minor swearing, and a short make out


Ned and I were sitting on Peter’s bed waiting for him to get home from his “Stark internship”. Which I think is actual bs. It may be true he’s working with Stark but there’s something else to this. He’s lying about something. Ned was holding the death star he had just finished, fiddling with the lego characters as I sighed and laid back.

“Do you think Peter’s going to be back soon?” Ned asked me as moved around trying to get comfortable.

“Who knows when he’ll be back from his stark internship” I replied my voice laced with annoyance. We sat there a couple minutes longer until we heard the window opening. Ned was about to say something, but I sprung up covering his mouth. I was thinking it might be a robber or something because who would come through the window, but all of the sudden Spiderman was on the ceiling of Peter’s room. Ned’s mouth was practically on the ground. Mine was the same as his as spider man took off his mask revealing my best friend since age 3. Peter fucking  Parker. Peter closed the door and both Ned and I were both speechless until Peter turned around his mouth even wider than Ned as he dropped the death star on the ground.

“You’re spider man” Ned exclaimed

“No, I’m not” Peter Panicked

“Peter you were literally crawling on the ceiled” I squealed.

“I can’t believe this is happening right,” he said under his breath taking off his suit and standing in only his boxers. I mean I wasn’t complaining because he got ripped. I definitely was staring too long because I saw Peter blush and bow his head. The shock soon turned into anger. I grabbed my bag about to leave until out of nowhere May burst into this very awkward situation and told Peter they were going out to dinner and quickly telling him to put clothes on. Ned was freaking out and I just kind of stood there silent. Peter quickly told us we needed to leave obviously not in the mood to deal with this. Ned was still attacking Peter with questions and got up quickly leaving the room not wanting to deal with this either. I felt Peter’s eyes burning a hole in the back of my head. He knew I was angry with him. I was feeling a huge mix of anger, sadness, anxiety, and annoyance. I wasn’t really that mad I was more upset that he didn’t trust me and that he had been ditching me and lying to me constantly. I was also upset that as a 15-year-old boy he was putting himself in dangerous situations where he could easily die. I lived in the same apartment as Peter and Ned I just lived 2 stories above. I opened up the door to my apartment and practically ran to my room and plopped into my bed. I turned off my lamp immediately going to bed. To be completely honest I didn’t want to think about this anymore.

The next morning I woke up wishing last night was a dream, but I had to face reality, but I didn’t have to deal with it directly. So I rushed and put clothes on and texted Ned I was not going to walk to school them today because I had to get there early to talk to a teacher. Which was bullshit because I didn’t want to deal with Peter at all today, but that was going to be a challenge since I had 4 classes with him, sat by him in 2. Good thing I brought my headphones. Today was going to be a long day. Of course, I had the first hour with him. Plus we were doing a lab in chemistry and he was my partner.  I decided it would be best if I walked in last minute with both my headphones in thinking he’d possibly take the hint, but knowing Peter I doubt he would leave me alone. I walked into class as the bell rang and ducked my head down a bit thinking no one would notice me.

“Y/N you look pissed” Flash laughed

“Shut it asshole” I spat, Flash is a grade A douchebag and hate him more than I hate Peter right now and to be completely honest that’s saying a lot.

“Damn girl you’re feisty today,” he said with a raspy tone, I rolled my eyes, and took my seat next to Peter who was fidgeting and looked like he was about to jump out of his seat.

“Y/N listen I’m sor-”

“Peter I don’t want to hear it, your secret safe with me”

“Wait Y/N bu-”

“Peter we can talk about this later let’s just get this lab done please, I don’t want to deal with this right now”  I argued, it almost sounded like I was whining. It got Peter to back off though and that’s what I needed. I wasn’t truly mad anymore. I was just upset he didn’t trust me.

The bell finally rang after an excruciating 49 minutes of Peter staring at me with puppy dog eyes. This kid knew exactly how to get me to forgive him. I’m a sucker for those damn puppy eyes. What sucked is the rest of the day he looked at me like that, but it was different from the times he used them when we were just play fighting. He actually looked like he was in so much pain. He looked like he was suffering, and I felt horrible. It was the end of the day, and I saw him moping by his locker. I honestly suck at holding grudges and the more I think about I understand why he didn’t tell me. He turned around and made eye contact with me and the world began going in slow motion. His brown orbs made me feel as if I was melting into the ground. I could literally see tears form in his eyes and I couldn’t be even slightly angry anymore. I just began walking towards him.

“Y/N please don’t hate me, I can’t lo-” I cut him off pulling him into a hug. I had my hand around his neck and I buried my head into his neck breathing in his scent. I think I took him by surprise because it took him a second to wrap his arms around my waist and hug me tighter that I was hugging him.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Y/N, I just wanted to keep you safe” he whispered, I pulled from the hug and held his cheek.

“Hey look, Peter, It’s okay  I’m not mad anymore, I seriously overreacted,” I said wiping a single tear from his cheek.

“No it’s not okay I feel ho-” I cut him off grabbing the collar of his shirt and planting my lips on his. I don’t know what the hell had gotten into me, but his lips felt amazing. My eyes were closed, but if they were open I knew his eyes would be wide open. It took him a couple seconds to comprehend what was happening, but after a good 10 seconds he started to kiss bad and placed his hands on my hips. I removed my hands from his collar and wrapped them around his neck and started to tug on his hair causing him to groan into my mouth, making me smile into the kiss. I felt his tongue swipe my bottom lip and I gladly let his tongue slip into my mouth. He squeezed my hips making me moan into his mouth which makes him chuckle. I pulled him even closer to me than humanly possible, but eventually, I had to pull away for air resting my forehead on his.

“Wow,” I said breathlessly.

“If I knew that was gonna happen if you found out, I would have told you way sooner,” he said still shocked at what had just happened

“Oh my god Peter” I giggle pushing his chest. He grabbed my hand and we began walking home. I honestly have no idea what I just did, but this was gonna change everything, and think for the better.

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Chemistry || Peter Parker Imagine

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Request: (i got you fam) @tom-holla Hey!!! Can I request a peter park x reader where reader has a major crush on peter and they turn out to be lab partners and she like can’t get two words out when talking to him bc she’s so nervous and he starts teasing her about it all cute and asking why she’s so nervous and if she likes him and she ends up admitting it and stuff? FLUFF! Thank u sm!

Word Count: 1090

A/N: This had great potential to be good, but the ending kinda sucks, and so does the rest of it 

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh


Midtown High. For most students, high school is the worst place on Earth. But Midtown was the only place Y/N could see her muse, Peter Parker. He was just such a good person, which made her like him so much more than she already did.

Y/N wasn’t really friends with Peter. They were just acquaintances due to having so many classes together since middle school. Most of the time, she avoided him at all costs because she felt so awkward around him. She has talked to the brown haired boy before, but she couldn’t even mutter a proper sentence to him.

Y/N and Peter both had Chemistry class together. It was one of her favorite classes because she could watch him ,first hand, being the smart kid everyone knew him as.

She walked into the class which only held few students in it so far. She quickly took out her supplies for the class. Y/N looked at the door, and saw Peter walk in. His lab seat was across the aisle from hers, next to his friend Ned. She looked down at the table, suddenly interested in the graffiti done by other kids at the school.

Peter put his backpack on his lap to take out his Chemistry books. He looked over and saw Y/N tracing something on the table. He smiled, “Hey, Y/N.” She shot her head up to look at him, kind of stunned. “H-hey P-Peter,” she stuttered out. She smiled back but quickly shifted her gaze back down to the table, with her shoulders hunched. Why am I so awkward around him?

The tardy bell soon rang as everyone got situated in their seats. Everyone in the class gave their attention to the teacher, indicating her to get started.

“Alright, everyone. For the next couple of weeks we will be doing a series of labs where you will need a partner,” Y/N’s classmates started to look around to find their friends as partners, “But, I gave you all partners so that I know you guys are actually doing your work.” Some of the teenagers groaned. The teacher sighed, expecting their responses.

“So I made a list of who everyone is working with. Once you find your partner, go to one of your lab tables and start the procedures that I left. The materials needed are also on the tables. If you need anything or have any questions just come to me.” She said with a smile, displaying the pairs on the projector. Y/N looked for her name, having trouble since everyone was standing in her way to find their partners. Y/N’s lab partner sitting next to her stood up and moved away, distracting her a bit more. Before she could find her name on the list, Peter walked up to her. “I think we’re partners.” He said, taking the seat next to her.

Y/N looked up at the board, the sea of people finally cleared, and saw her name next to Peter Parker’s. “Oh.” She said, not looking up at him. Peter grabbed the list of procedures and placed it between the two. “You don’t talk much, do you?” He stated as he opened his notebook to write down everything. Y/N mimicked his actions, swallowing hard from embarrassment. She couldn’t exactly say that she had a huge crush on him, making her feel awkward around him. Before she could make up an excuse, Peter looked up from his paper, glancing at her. “Or I just make you nervous?” He asked with a smirk, making a rosy blush appear on her cheeks.

Y/N shook her head, “N-No it’s j-just,” Y/N sighed and muttered, “I-I don’t know.”

Peter chuckled, “So I do make you nervous.” He stated. Peter was never this confident while talking to a girl. But Y/N’s attitude was so adorable to him. She groaned, “N-No, you d-don’t.“ 

Peter went back to writing on his paper. “Your voice is saying otherwise darling’.” He beamed. Y/N just didn’t respond, to save herself some dignity. She continued to copy what was on the paper, without getting distracted by her crush.


The rest of the class period went on, Peter still poking fun at her. But he couldn’t let go of that cute stutter she had. “So, what is it then? Why you can’t talk to me?” Peter pushed, not looking away from his notes. Y/N blushed, “I-I don’t kn-know.”

“Well, I think you like me.” He said smirking once again, dropping his pencil when the bell suddenly rang, ending this class. Students were rushing to put their stuff away to get to their next class. Y/N sat there frozen as she watched Peter stand up and put his notebook into his backpack. “No, P-Peter. It isn’t l-like that.” Y/N stammered, moving to put away her supplies as well.

Peter turned to look at her, “Well, that sucks.” What. Why would that suck? Did he like her too? “W-Why?” Y/N questioned following the boy out of class.

It’s now or never, Peter thought. He shrugged his shoulders, playing with the straps to his bag, not making eye contact with her. “I was kinda hoping you had a crush on me. I thought we had…. Chemistry.” He said, emphasizing the word Chemistry.

The joke made Y/N chuckle. Music to his ears. He didn’t hear the shy girl laugh often so he wanted to treasure this moment. It means that she was getting more comfortable around him, just slightly. “Do-do you like me?” She asked, starting to stutter.

He stopped in the hallway to turn and look at her straight in the eye with a sincere look on his face. “I have for a while, Y/N.” He said in all seriousness. No kidding around.

“M-me too,Peter.” She muttered with a smile. They looked at each other for a second before Peter broke the silence between the two.

“Do you want to hang out this weekend or something? We could study for that test next week.” Peter suggested, starting to walk towards their next class again. “I-I would love,” she smiled, “but only since we have Chemistry.” This time Peter was the one to laugh at the corny joke.

Peter was finally able to act like a normal teenager. No Spider-Man. No superheros. No super powers. Just him and a girl. Together.

Don’t Flirt With Him (M)

Originally posted by ciutae

Pairing: Jimin x reader (feat. Sungwoon from Hotshot)
Genre: smut with a fluffy end
Word count: 3.2k
Content: dom!jimin, slight spanking

Description: No strings attached? Turns out differently as Jimin showed you jealousy for the first time at a party.


The vodka burned straight down your throat as you took the shot, it being the third one that night already. For the time being there, you were looking around for Jimin since he was the one who invited you to his party in the first place. So why wasn’t he there?

Oh. Yeah, he’s probably flirting with other girls again, you thought and sighed out loud, your hand already reaching for the vodka to sip yourself another shot.

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Hometown Weddings | Part 1 | TOM HOLLAND X READER

Description / Request: The reader gets a call from an old friend inviting her to come to her wedding, one that’s being held in her hometown. Tom, who has a crush on the reader, agrees to being her plus one, much to the amusement of Jacob and Zendaya. Jacob makes Tom promise to tell the reader his feelings at the wedding if he can get proof that she likes him back within the next 8 days.

Author’s Note: So I got sent this request and liked it so much that I started writing it almost immediately. I added some details and it ended up being longer than expected so I think I’m going to turn it into a multi-part fic. Let me know if you like it and feel free to send me your own requests.

Word Count: 1632

Part 2| Part 3


Everyone cheered as I caught yet another raspberry in my mouth. Tom, Zendaya, Jacob and I were all hanging around the craft services table, messing around while the crew got ready to film the next scene.

I reopened my mouth and leaped sideways as Jacob tossed another raspberry into the air. When I caught it once again, I dabbed furiously to my right.

“Why are you so good at this?” Zendaya asked in disbelief taking a sip from her water bottle.

I shrugged my shoulders and caught another raspberry in mouth, this one being tossed by Tom. I winked at him as I started chewing it causing a blush to appear in his cheeks. “While some of us were mastering the art of dancing,” I started making a pointed look at Zendaya and Tom. “I mastered the art of eating.”

“Preach,” Jacob said raising his hand for a high five. I grinned and slapped my hand against his rather aggressively. He hissed and retracted his hand. “Dam that stung,” he groaned, cradling his hand.

I cackled and opened my mouth to give a witty retort when the Spiderman theme song started playing. My hands reached into my back pocket and pulled out my phone which was receiving a call.

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dedicated to the beauties of thehsquad  ❤: @harry-writings @hes-writings94 @lovingstyles87 @ever-since-kiwi @mizpahes @hes-a-rainbow @hcrrystvles @the2k17harry @gemmadorrego @harryxmac @druggedaiquiri @ihateharrystyles @harryslittlekiwis @hardliquorhaz @legandaryharry @17-blackaf @harryplease @hs-1dfan  @namelesspops @harrywavycurly @pvnkharrie @hotmessharry @roseonhissleeve

hope you all enjoy, all the love xx.


“Harry!” She screamed, racing down the stairs trying to create distance between her and the curly headed dork that was hot on her heels. Allowing Harry to raid her lipstick collection was a bad idea, now here she was paying the price for it.

 "Y/N stop! I just wanna give you a kiss!“ He smirked with an evil laugh while she took refuge behind the couch, keeping away from his tinted lips. “This is payback for all the lipstick stains you’ve given me.“ 

 Y/N backed up and, before she knew it, her back collided with the wall as she was trapped in the corner. Harry’s face held a shit eating grin as he approached her slowly. "Every award show.”

 "Haz-“ 

 "Every interview." 

 "This is your shirt-" 

 "Every performance." 

 "Harry it’s fucking Gucci!-” She was cut off by his lips attacking hers, moving down to pepper sloppy kisses down her neck. He continued as she squealed, her hands pinned above her head while he worked his way towards the exposed skin of her chest uncovered by the v-neck. Harry managed to get the pink gloss on the white fabric but he couldn’t care less, her child-like giggles were music to his ears. She was so angelic. 

 "Say mercy.“ He commanded, continuing to tickle her with his soft lips. She remained stubborn, thrashing as she tried to loosen herself from his hold but to no avail. Between her giggles she cried out for mercy, panting heavy as he halted his actions and looked up at her with a smile. 

 "You look like a masterpiece baby.” He spoke, turning her around and pulling the t-shirt down her arm to expose her shoulder. There he planted a warm kiss, causing her body to erupt in goosebumps and a shiver to wave down her spine. That was a weak spot on her body that always reacted to his touch. The feeling of his soft lips against the smooth skin of her shoulder blade was inevitably one of her favorite places his lips have met. 

 She never wanted the mark of his lips to disappear from her skin. She’s always wanted an addition, something to that meant something, something that made her feel something. She thinks of it every night before her eyes shut and mind falls into its dark state. She wanted something permanent, something of him she could forever have on her body, specifically in that area. And now was the perfect opportunity to get a start on that. 

 She turned to face him, stroking his lightly stubbled jaw while holding his soft stare that held all the love and reassurance she needed. “C'mon babe, let’s get this lipstick off.” He nodded and took her hand, leading them up to their shared bedroom. Harry sat on the bed while Y/N grabbed a roll of napkins, taking a sheet before slapping it on his lips causing him to groan.

 "For fucks sake Y/N, aren’t you suppose to rub it off?“ He pouted, watching the smirk on her face grow while she folded the paper and slyly put it in her back pocket. 

 "Just wanted to see your lip mark,” She shrugged away her lie, grabbing another sheet and removing the pigment from his mouth. 

 "Baby, if you really want to see my marks, look in the mirror.“ He gripped her hipbone before standing and walking them both to the full length mirror. Before her was her painted reflection, his lip stains all over her neck and chest. He smirked as he watched her in the mirror, smiling at what he’s done to her body.

 He took his thumb and smoothed over her bottom lip before it dipped down her chin and along her jawline. She closed her eyes at the lustful moment they shared. His large hand traced her neck, his pointer finger and thumb enclosing as it went in between her breasts.

 "God, you’re breathtaking like this baby.” He whispered in her ear, soon placing a small kiss in the spot behind it. She moaned softly as she threw her head back against his shoulder. He shook his head in disapproval. “No pet, I want you to look at yourself.” She whined but obeyed, looking back at the their reflection.

 Harry continued to explore- no- retrace the skin that no one but him was familiar with. Eventually he made his way to scrape over her hipbone, and dip down into her shorts. He gripped her core which was covered by red lace panties that were already soaked. Her breath only increased watching his intense gaze while his fingers haunted over the place she wanted him. 

 "Daddy- please.“ She panted, not wanting to be teased any longer. 

 "Hmm, please what baby girl?” He hummed, wanting to hear how much his girl wanted him. How bad she ached for him. 

 "Touch me, please- fuck.“ She gasped as he applied pressure to her covered clit. He rubbed her through the cloth and watched her expression. Mouth slightly agape while a soft ‘yes’ slipped past, her eyes fluttered at the sensation. His lips attacked her neck, his tongue lapped over a spot sure to leave a trademark. Not to show that she was his property, he never had that mindset. But to show that she has someone who loves and appreciates her, and there was no room for anyone else. 

 He slipped his fingers into her panties and rubbed her hard. She felt hot as his fingers then moved inside her folds. Her walls clenched around his long digits and the sound of her wetness echoed throughout the room. He pumped in and out of her pussy, fingering her hard trying to find her g-spot. When he heard her cry out, he knew he’d found it. 

 "P-please darling, I can’t take it anymore.” She begged, moans escaping the plump lips he was dying to devour. “I need your cock in me, now. I need it hard.”

 That flipped a switch in him. He turned her over and smashed their lips together. His hands fiddled with the v-neck of the t-shirt she was wearing, gripping both sides before splitting the shirt in half, ripping it off her body. She gasped, her eyes widened at his eagerness. He was so fucking sexy and she couldn’t get enough. His eyes trailed down her chest that was covered in a red lace bralette, tits sticking out as an invitation for his palms.

 Her lips attached themselves to his swallow tattoos, tongue outlining the ink. His head tilted up towards the ceiling as he continued to let her work her magic. She continued to trail her tongue down south, her nose pressed against his hard stomach. Her hands fumbled with his zipper, pulling it down and popping the button of his pants open. He helped her pull them down and off his legs then threw his black tee off and into the corner. She wanted so desperately to tease him like he had her, but she couldn’t help it. Not taking him in her mouth now was like finally receiving the candy you’ve been craving for, but not taking a bite.

 Her hands pull the elastic of his boxers down, allowing his thick member to spring out and against his stomach. She moaned at the sight, taking it within her hand and giving it a few pumps before enclosing her mouth around the tip. Harry’s hand held the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as she moved further up his cock. He twitched in her mouth, lips forming an ‘O’ shape as Y/N worked him in her mouth. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged, but continued to work him through until he orgasmed. 

 "Fuck, that’s it baby. Y/N- oh God, I’m coming.“ He moaned loudly, fucking her mouth until he came. His cock pulled out of her mouth as she released it with a ‘pop’ sound from her lips. She swallowed what he released in her mouth, a bit trickling down her chin. Harry brought his thumb, wiping it up and to her lips where she licked the last drop. He smirked down at her before she stood up. 

 He gripped her ass tightly, attacking her lips not bothered in the least that she had just gave him head. His hands slide down until they were on her upper thighs. "Jump,” he commanded and she did so, her wet core pressed up against his navel. Harry walked over to the bed, placing her onto it and placing himself in between her legs. 

 He looked down at the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, and that sexy smile on her face encouraged him to pound into her, not wasting a second. Her back arched and a loud moan left her lips. She was so wet around him that he was already hard again. 

 "Fuck princess, I forget how tight you are,“ he groans, rocking their hips together. She wraps her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his back to encourage him.

 "Harder, fuck me harder. I want you to ruin me daddy.” She cooed, gripping his hair tightly while he growled at her, she truly was his vixen. 

 He pulled out of her, and as she was about to whine at the loss of contact, there he was again; slamming into her harder and his pace increasing. She threw her head back, his lips nipping her skin while he continued to fuck her the way she wanted. 

 "You want it harder baby? You want me to tear this pussy up?“ His voice was so seductive and movements so euphoric she couldn’t piece together a coherent sentence. All she could do was let out a long moan, focusing on her clenching walls and his thick, long cock that was fucking her senseless.

 He slapped her ass harshly, needing to hear her speak. "Answer daddy, princess. Do you want me to stop?” He proved his point by slowing down, watching her face skew up and a frown form on her lips. “Or, would you rather me not allow you to come? Huh princess?” She cried, gripping onto his biceps tightly and shaking her head. 

 "No please- daddy I need you so bad. Let me come around you, I want you to feel me come around your cock.“ Satisfied with her response, Harry held her down tightly and fucked her hard until she came undone, releasing around him as he followed suit.

 They both took a moment to relax, allowing them to catch their breaths and for their pulses to return to a normal pace. With a lazy grin on his face, Harry pulled Y/N to his chest, kissing her shoulder blade tenderly and spooning her in his arms. She sighed contently at the soft gesture, closing her eyes in need of a good nights rest after such steamy sex. 

 "I wish I could just stay home with you all day tomorrow.” He pouted, hating the fact that he couldn’t stay home to take care of his girl who probably wouldn’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.

 "You’re going to the studio to meet with Jeff?“ He nodded. She was upset about this, but then realized that it was her opportunity to get what she desperately wanted done. If Harry wasn’t home it would run all the more smoothly.

 "Don’t worry about me baby, I’ll be fine.” Y/N reassured him with a yawn and a subtle smirk on her lips.


 "Bye baby, I’ll see you later on tonight.“ Harry said before kissing her temple and walking out the door. Y/N smiled, quickly grabbing her phone to make a much needed phone call. 

 "Hello… hey Mark! I need you to make me an appointment for 3 o'clock, I wanna get something done… no Harry doesn’t know, it’ll be a surprise… alrighty, see you then!” As the call ended she squealed to herself, not being able to hold back her excitement. She only prayed that Harry would be just as happy about it as she was.    


 "Y/N!“ Mark smiled, taking her into a big hug. Mark was one of Harry’s mates and not to mention one of the only people who Harry ever let put a needle on his skin. If Harry trusted him, she could too. "So what’s the design, got anything in mind or do you want me to pick something?” He joked, getting out the necessary equipment in order to get the job done. 

 She pulled out the napkin from her back pocket, hoping she didn’t look like a fool as she handed it over to Mark. He simply smiled, taking the napkin out of her hand and looking at her with raised eyebrow. “You want every detail to be the exact as the print on this napkin?” He questioned not in a sarcastic way, more of in an questionable manner. 

 "I-I mean, if it’s possible? I really want it to be-“ 

 "I know Y/N, no worries, it’ll be exactly how you want it.” The tatted man walked over to a machine and sat down. He took the napkin and placed it under a glass panel before flicking a light on, then beginning to trace the design. 

 After about 15 minutes, Mark had gotten the design to an identical. Although within the details, Y/N spotted something Mark had added, and it made her love the design even more. He turned off the tracing projector and turned back to the anxious girl. “You ready Y/N?" 

 With a deep breath Y/N nodded, walking over to the chair surrounded by machines and needles. She was nervous, but she had a mild resistance to pain, so she thought it wouldn’t be too bad. 

 Y/N wore an off the shoulder top to make things easier and less awkward for both of their sake. Mark sanitized the area of her shoulder blade before checking the fluids. He stamped the design on the clean area and peeled the paper off, throwing it in the bin. After dipping his needle into the black ink, the fun part began.


 Mark had given her a list of things to do in order to prevent the tat from getting infected. If she had any questions, she quotes directly from Mark, "don’t fucking ask that wanker for tips, he’s careless.” 

 Y/N has had the bandage on for about 4 hours now. She was going to wait for Harry to get home before unfolding. It felt like the best decision of her life, and she was over the moon about finally being able to show the person who inspired it. 

 While Y/N sat on the couch watching reruns of Friends, the front door opened and closed. The familiar sound of Harry effortlessly taking his shoes off echoed throughout the house before he stalked over to the couch and crashed on top of her. She giggled, running her fingers through his hair that rested in her lap.

 "Hello darling,“ she smiled, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. Harry groaned, turning his body and wrapping his arms around her waist while he nuzzled his face into her stomach. 

 "I missed you pet. What’d ya do while I was gone?” He asked cluelessly, wondering how her day went. She tried to hold back her smile but failed, she was a shit liar. 

 "Uhm- just got something done.“ Harry turned his face to look up at her, his eyebrows furrowing as he examined her face. 

 "Did you get like, lip injections or something? I mean if you did that’s cool- but no matter what you’re still beautiful to me and-” She cut him off by putting her hand over his mouth, laughing lightly. 

 "No Harry, bloody hell my lips look the same as always!“ She pointed out his dumb accusation with light humor. He pouted, giving her a confused look. 

 "What do you mean by got something done then, princess?" 

 "Well-” She was cut off her phone that dinged with a notification. Harry reached over on the table to hand it to her but, before he did, his eyes caught a glimpse at the message she received. 

 'Hi Y/N, it should be time to take that bandage off. Make sure you clean it well and apply ointment to the area. Hope you like your new tat x.’

 "New tat?“ Harry choked out before sitting up right, his eyes widening at this message he just read. He looked back at his girlfriend, a shy smile rested on her lips. 

 "I wasn’t lying a few months back when I said I wanted one on my shoulder.” Y/N admitted, looking down at her hands. “But I wanted something that had a piece of you in it. You know my weakness is when you kiss my shoulder, the feeling of your lips on that spot always soothes me.” She turned around, moving her hair to the side, exposing the ink that was wrapped up. 

 His mouth was slightly opened, not believing that the only other ornament to her body was something he inspired. He didn’t know what to say, so he remained silent, taking the bandage off and tracing the design with his eyes.

 "The napkin with your lip mark, I gave that fucking napkin to Mark with no regrets and told him to make it happen. And he did.“ 

 Harry was speechless, it was like what he was hearing wasn’t real. He didn’t think anyone like her was real, she was too precious, too innocent. As he examined that tattoo his eyes caught something he knew wasn’t a simple coincidence. 

 The letter H was carved as a lip line on the bottom lip, not so much that you would catch it with a simple glance but enough that you could tell it was definitely there. 

 "Do you like it Haz?” Y/N finally turned back to look at the love of her life. The most heart warming smile rested on his pink lips and his eyes were glossy with tears. He felt as though his heart may burst from all the love he held for her at that very moment. His lips attacked hers, hands cupping her soft cheeks while tears ran down his own and he smiled into the kiss. 

 He pulled away and looked back at her. The love of his life, his guardian angel, his future wife. “Like it? I fucking love it. And I love you, with all my heart Y/N- fuck I wish I could explain this feeling to you. It compliments you so well, baby.” Harry grinned, the light shining into his eyes brightening them to a pale green shade. They sparkled as he stared back at her. 

 ”You compliment me so well.“ She confessed softly while looking back into the eyes of her world. Now she would forever have a kiss from her guardian angel to accompany the spot where the other angel would rest.