#Harry styles flufff

[jarofstyles]

Can we have another breeding blurb miss jars? Please please pleaseeee

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Fair warning this is pure filth! straight up.. idk what just possessed me

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“Just lay there.” He grunted, watching in awe as his cock stretched the puffy lips of her slick cunt open, the thickness of him making her shiver slightly. “And let me fuck my cum into you.”

He had already given her his load, but that wasn’t enough. No, he had to make sure it stayed there. “Let Daddy help it stick. Let me get it deep.” He was so deep Y/N could feel it in her stomach, but she wasn’t about to complain.” Such a cute, messy little pussy…” he cooed, thumb brushing the swollen clit that buzzed with sensitivity. At her whine, her hips bucked up and pushed his cock further in making the pair inhale sharply. “Oh, she’s sensitive, hm? Only came one time f’me.” He clicked his tongue. “Still achy from last night?”

Harry was a man on a mission when it came to getting Y/N pregnant. Every day, he was following the tips from books and online forums, obsessed with getting her as slick and filthy and full of his spunk as often as he could. As soon as she had uttered the sentence about ‘being ready to try for a little one’, he had been on her. Mounting her like he was in heat, insistent on trying every possible thing.

Including this. The filthy, erotic, nasty act of fucking his cum into her. Pumping his hips and burying his prick all the way inside, the slick squelch of their wet skin filling the air. Something about it made him a man possessed. His body was thrumming, balls emptied inside of her but still rearing to go.

And his love, she was so good. His best girl, laying there and whining as her watery eyes looked up at him. Almost dumb, as she always seemed to be in awe every time he filled her up, brain reduced to ash as soon as she could feel the creamy cum being worked back inside of her. All she could focus on was being good for him, helping him get her pregnant.

“D’you think it’s catching?” She slurred, messy halo of hair tangled around her head as he held her legs up against his shoulders. He sat on his knees, watching his creamy length slip back inside of her methodically. “I want a baby. I really want a baby, Daddy.” She pleaded, tightening up around him as he filled her back to the brim.

“M’working on it, sweetheart.” He crooned, eyes dark and hot as he glanced at her face before going back to his objective. “Just shut up and let me work. Tryin’ to make you a mama, and I can’t do that if y’keep running that pretty mouth.” He scolded. The tight heat of her cunt was milking every single drop of cum into her, the daily occurrence never getting old for him. He was obsessed with it, watching the mess he made and the slight froth from how wet she got and the mix of their cum. She was a bit of a cumslut and would want to keep it in her for a bit. “Should get you a proper plug to keep you full. Hm? Think M’gonna do it.” He mumbled. “My pussy anyways, isn’t it? I can do whatever I want to it and you’ll just cry for my cum. My sweet little baby.” Harry loved her so much, but there was a special type of love that came when they got dirty like this. Intimate.

She was a good girl, deciding to stay quiet but nodding insistently. Of course she would do it. His Love did anything he asked if it led to this- just like he did for her. He could feel the messy mix start to drip down his balls, the sac wet and slightly sticky as it lazily thumped against her ass. The pulsing slowed, but he was using her hole to empty every drop. “Don’t worry, baby. As soon as you’re pregnant, I’ll let you swallow it again. Know how much you love it, but I can’t waste a single drop when m’trying to get you full of our baby.” He smoothed her hair back, looking at her sweaty face with tenderness. “My perfect girl.”

[maddie7writes]

DONT WORRY, DARLING

summary: harry doesn’t ever want his darling to worry, and she doesn’t

warnings: this fic isn’t for everyone, y/n is a housewife (no i don’t hate women’s rights jack chambers is just really hot) also sorry this is short! mentions of smut

she would be a liar to say she hated it. she could lie and say she wished to work, wished to go outside the town they lived in. truth was, the only part she hated was harry leaving in the morning. she loved doting on him, making him his favorite breakfast in the morning, making sure the house was clean for him when he got home, making sure he had dinner on the table, making sure the mini bar was fully stocked. those were her second favorite moments of the day, the first of course being the moments she gets to spend with harry.

she always woke up first, mainly out of habit. the clock on the nightstand read 6:23, and the tattooed arm around her waist tightened at the different breathing pattern. she let herself close her eyes and breathe in harry’s scent. it was cruel to think that in three hours he’d leave her, and not return for another eight.

“your thinking is waking me up.” harry whined in her ear, she yawned out a laugh and turned in his arms to look up at him, her chin against his chest. “go to bed baby, you don’t want to be exhausted all day.” she tucked a unruly curl of his away from those deep green eyes glancing down at her lovingly. green was her favorite color.

“don’t worry, darling.” he whispered to her, pulling her impossibly closer. “it’s worth it, a little more sleepy, for a little more time with you.” he kissed the top of her head as she snuggled into him.

he would always whisper that phrase to her; don’t worry, darling. she never had to worry, not about him, not about her, not about them. all she had to do was exist and love. then harry would take care of the rest. it was blissful, why would she ever want anything different?

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8:45 rolled around, all the husbands and wives began to step out of their houses, to either wish them off, or go to work. harry always followed behind her, wanting to bask in the sweet little dresses she would always wear for him. though she didn’t always find that fair, especially when he was wearing her favorite navy suit.

“do you have to go?” she whispered, blocking the handle to the car door, he leaned down and kissed her, her hands finding his jaw. “yes love, but i’ll be back. don’t worry, darling.” he repeated the loving phrase to her again. she sighed and let her forehead rest against his chest, taking in one more breath of his cologne before her senses were filled with the sweet smell of cleaning supplies. he kissed the top of her head before opening the car door, “i love you.” he told her, she kissed him one more time before reciprocating the sentiment and watching him drive off. their goodbye was always the longest in the neighborhood, not that they cared.

she spent the rest of the day cleaning. washing the suit harry wore the day before, cleaning the bathroom, making sure the wood wasn’t scuffed, dusting their photos, organizing harry’s record shelf, all of the daily things that needed to be done. she started on dinner at two, and when harry walked through the door at five, dinner had been set, and she had touched up her hair as she opened the door for him.

“god you look divine.” harry sighed, letting his briefcase drop to the polished floors, and using y/n’s back to close the door as he kissed her into it. her heels shuffling trying to keep herself up, to be met with harry’s hands to support her. she giggled at his enthusiasm, “i made lasagna.” she told him. harry nibbled her lip instead, “i’d much rather have you.” he told her, she felt the breath get knocked out of her at his words.

“you have to eat your dinner first baby.” she laughed, she felt like a mother scolding her child to eat their vegetables before they were allowed ice cream. now she was telling harry he needed real food, before he could have the woman he loved. “i like my idea better.” he picked her up bridal style and began carrying her to their bedroom. she whimpered as he set her down gently, “i worked so hard to cook for you.”

“don’t worry, darling. your food won’t go to waste, but i need to thank you properly for the care you take of me and this home.” his kissed her softly, before kneeling in front of her, and thanking her properly.

[littledreamybeth]

Bad Dream

Based on this ask: Hey, love your writing. Absolutely adore it. And I was wondering if you could do imagines about harry having a worst nightmare about y/n leaving him and he gets superrrr scared later when he suddenly wake up he realises it was just a dream but still it felt so real to him he ends up crying which wakes y/n up and she comforts him and they slowly drift back to sleep. Super flufff. Thank you again.  

A/N: I changed a few things here and there and I hope that’s okay! Please don’t send asks at the moment :) Tumblr doesn’t unfortunately show this in the tags please everyone reblog

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“You disgust me, Harry Styles.” she seethed. A dark shadow casted over her normally gentle features, a countenance so intimidating and terrifying, it froze his insides and made him motionless. The way her eyes that used to hold love for him  pierced through his skull, throwing daggers, fire flames at his direction should  usually end him in a pile of pathetic dust, pulverizing him entirely, but he was surprised that he was still whole. His limbs were still attached to his body.

“What are you talking about?” he stammered, bile rising up his throat that he desperately tried keeping in his stomach. The last thing he needed was throwing up in front of her and making himself an utter idiot. “What did I do?”

She laughed while crossing her arms in front of her, a sinister sound echoing in the room Harry had never heard before- he barely knew she had it in her to be this mean. He couldn’t explain where this sudden change of her demeanor and bullying he underwent came from. “What you did? You’re asking me what you did? Haha, I cannot believe it! Open your god-damn eyes, Harry! As if you didn’t know! You’re giving me bunch, if not thousands of reasons to hate you. How come that every time I’m around you I feel nothing but severe emotional and physical pain?”

This couldn’t be. He gave everything and anything to make her happy, he put so much into their relationship, showed her that he loved her, prioritized her, read every single wish from her lips, so what on earth was she talking about for fucks sake?

“I realized there is only so much I can bear. And it has crossed my limits. You no longer are good for me. Never have been. Actually, I hate you. So much!”

Harry choked, as if he was kicked in his guts. She was lying, bluffing. It had to be.

“Y-you don’t mean it.”

“Oh, you bet I do. I should’ve stayed with Andrew, it was a mistake leaving him for a loser like you. I have no idea why I was with you in the first place.” She clicked with her tongue regretfully, as if she lamented the fact she had wasted her time on him whereas she could’ve been with men better than him. As on cue, someone rang the bell, and Harry’s eyes nearly bulged out when he saw who the uninvited guest was. The devil himself- Andrew aka Y/N’s ex.

The young woman ran into her former boyfriend’s his arms, kissing his lips relieved- seeing this transpiring right before him ruined Harry. He just wanted her to take a knife and plunge it into his chest at this point. “I’m glad you here, get me out of this place, I cannot longer bare staying in the same room with this man.” She pointed at him, looking at him as though he was some criminal.

Everything happening afterwards was fast. Y/N asked Andrew to take out her suitcase, which had been fully packed and next to her feet from the very start, out of the apartment. Only with much effort Harry was able to move- he threw himself at her, holding onto her wrist while she dragged him with her.

“Y/N, please, stay with me. Don’t go, I’m begging you, darling! Let’s talk it out!”

She turned on her heels out of a sudden, which caused him to crash against her. And she was not amused by this.

“Get lost, you dipshit, and don’t you ever touch me again! You hear me? Never!” That was like a harsh slap across his face. His hand fell from her wrist, resting against his side. With one last condescending glance, Y/N exited the room, following after her new lover, leaving Harry empty inside. Never had he thought it would end like this.

The door closed with such a powerful bang, it shook the entire apartment. Harry fell down onto the ground. Lost. Defeated. Let down. Nothing made sense at all. Where did things go wrong?

He wrapped his arms around himself, weighing back and forth. The love of his life was gone, and there had been nothing he could do. He screamed, out of despair and sadness. “Y/N!!!!!!!!”

Harry snapped from his dream back to reality with a loud gasp escaping his lips, tossing the bedsheets that used to cover him away to the side and propping himself up on his elbows. It took a few seconds for him to register that he was in his bedroom, on his king-sized bed. His entire body vibrated from the aftershocks of his horrible nightly experience in the dream world, fear and panic taking the upper hand of him. His chest heaved up and down, sweat dripping from every inch of his bronzed skin, even from his scalp down to his neck. He was basically wet everywhere. Breathing became a challenge as his lungs burned in his chest, his heartrate accelerated the more the scenario his subconscious had created appeared again before his eyes. He shook his head repeatedly, trying to erase and get rid of the images haunting and taunting him. She’d been so cold. Full of hatred. Unrecognizable. The person he’d encountered did not resemble his Y/N at all. He’d been scared many times in his life- but not this much. The brunette man couldn’t explain the reason why his brain would create a realistic dream like this as he had never wasted a single thought on losing his girlfriend- it never crossed his mind. Of course, you should never say never as the future was not set in stone, but still, he knew from the bottom of his heart that they were endgame- yes, he felt it deep down, and she was the person he wanted to settle down with someday. He was sure Y/N felt the just the same.

Dread crawled up his throat, wet tears blurring his vision. He tried stifling his sobs with his hand, but once his eyes met the sleeping, innocent beauty next to him, tugged under the sheets and resting easily- he had to convince himself that after the things he’d been through she was still there-, he completely lost it. Relief washed over him like waves, he had the urge to scream, but he didn’t want to wake her up. That’s why he instantly threw himself out of the bed and fled towards the en-suite master bathroom in the dark.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay…” he mumbled there over and over, splashing his face with cold, fresh water from the mixer tap to loosen up a bit. Every muscle was so tense and uptight. “Everything’s just fine. She’s still there, she’s not gone, it was just a dream, you’re safe… oh god…”

Harry grabbed each side of the washbasin so tightly in desperate need for support and stability that his knuckles turned nearly white. His buckling knees didn’t do a great job in steadying him either. In his head, there was a spiraling mess of emotions that made him dizzy. Although his body should’ve recharged from the sleep he had, the only thing he felt in his bones was fatigue. He looked at his himself in the mirror- pale face, bloodshot, hollow eyes, wrinkles on his forehead full on display, the corner of his lips drawn downwards. Incredible how a single dream made you look like you had aged terribly overnight. No wonder- he was still shaken to the core.    

Deciding on taking a shower to wash off the sweat on his body before he went back to sleep, he pulled down his boxers, and then gathering all his energy, he dragged himself into the shower cabin. He hoped his sorrow and distress would simply flow away with the water, so he cried and cried and cried. Even though he paid attention to not increase his volume, it didn’t totally go unnoticed by his partner, who had woken up as Harry had rushed into the bathroom.

After the young man was done, the pain still present in his chest, he wrapped a bath towel around his lower half, ruffled his hair dry, then finally returning to his bedroom. And what was the first thing he laid his eyes on? His girlfriend- his wonderful, beautiful girl who was now fully awake, sitting patiently against the headboard, looking at him with concern etched on her soft features upon discovering him. The lamp on the nightstand adjacent her being the only source of light illuminated her entirely, just perfectly, encircling her almost like a halo in a way that made you believe she was the one beacon of light saving you from your doom and misery. A stark contrast to the version of the woman he saw in his dream. With a tilt of her head to the side, she said, “I heard you crying under the shower. What’s wrong?”

Harry smiled weakly at her, heading towards the nightstand on his side of the bed, taking out a pair of new boxers and draping them over his legs. “Nothing, love,” he replied, clearly evading her question.  “Let’s go back to sleep.”

But Y/N insisted, sensing something was evidently affecting and bugging him. “Your body language tells me something different, Harry. Come here, my love,” she opened her arms widely, inviting him in. “You know you can talk to me. I want to know what happened.”

Although this gesture was nothing but kind, sweet and caring, with no ill intentions behind it, it still brought back tears in his eyes, because all he could think about was this cursed dream making him suffer, and he was a crying mess again.

Y/N was irritated about the unexpected outburst of her boyfriend, yet it physically hurt seeing him cry. She immediately scooted over to the edge of the bed where he was sat, positioned herself on his lap and slung one arm around his neck whereas the other hand buried itself in his curly locks. “Harry, oh my god! I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to make you cry, baby.”

She just felt him shake his head left and right, implying a no. “I-it’s n-not y-our f-fault.”

Even though he practically suffocated on his sobs, it was as if he was able to breathe again now that he had Y/N pressed against him. He tightened his grip firmly around her, pushing her towards his front so that not a single space was left empty between them. Feeling her smooth skin against his, smelling the alluring and familiar fragrance of her body lotion, her comforting words whispered into his ear, her hand raking and massaging through his hair- nothing could fill him with more life than this. His love for her was eternal, endless, infinite, and he was so grateful she was here with him right now, that he was not alone dealing with the repercussions of his dream- otherwise he would have lost himself.

Y/N let him cry until his tears ceased and he regained his composure. Harry was still trembling, his voice wavering when he squeezed a “I’m sorry” from his lips, but other than that, he could perfectly communicate with his partner.

“Do you want to share what happened? And please don’t tell me there is nothing- you can’t just cry and make me worry and then say “nothing” when there is clearly something that’s bothering you.”

The young woman gazed at her boyfriend expectantly yet gave him all the time he needed to open up. She intertwined their fingers, smiling at him in encouragement.

“’s stupid. You’re just going to laugh at me.”

“No, absolutely not. It’s not stupid at all if it has made you upset. And you should know me better than that, Harry. I would never laugh at something that has made you cry. I promise.”

Harry sniffled, swallowing hard. “I had a dream. About you. I don’t know what I did wrong, but you just said you hated me, and implied you didn’t want to be with me anymore. The way you looked down on me was terrifying- as if I was a pathetic pile of shit that didn’t deserve your time anymore.”

He paused, inhaling deeply and then breathing out. “Apparently, I crossed your line with the things I did. And those were enough for you to abandon me. You just broke up with me and never looked back when I begged you to stay. And as a cherry on top, you went straight back into the arms of your ex-boyfriend. It was so realistic, Y/N. For a second, I thought it was real. That I lost you forever. I never had dreams like this. Either I don’t dream at all, or they’re just weird scenarios, fun and games. Anyway, the last thing I can remember is tumbling on the ground, dramatically screaming your name. That was so bizarre in itself. You know these exaggerated and overdone screams in movies? It was like that. Then I woke up.”

Now that he was done telling his story, he bashfully chuckled. “Sounds crazy, right?”

“The only crazy thing about it is me taking back my ex.” Y/N commented, rolling her eyes. “As if I would stoop so low and do that. Hello? He cheated on me.”

She gently placed his hands on his flushed cheeks, running her thumbs soothingly over them, her eyes beaming at him.

“But no, Harry. Nothing you’ve told me is either stupid or crazy. It just shows me how much I mean to you, and judging by your reaction, I have all the rights thinking so. Besides, dreams are phenomena with no actual meanings whatsoever. They’re nonsense. Just because I dumped you in your dream, doesn’t mean it’ll really happen, so don’t worry, okay?”

He nodded. His shy expression slightly changed, he gazed up at her imploringly.

“Don’t leave me, Y/N. Ever. You can’t. I wouldn’t know what to do without you. You’re my compass navigating me through life.”

“Aww, honey! Leaving? And letting go of the most caring, loving and talented man that carries me on his hands? Nope- I don’t think so! You’re stuck with my annoying ass for a veeery long time. I can assure you that!”

The laughter following her statement filled his heart with so much joy.

“Your ass is not annoying,” Harry said. “Your ass is cute.” He gave her behind a tender slap, which made them both giggle. Then he earnestly gazed into her orbs, the white of his eyes still red from crying but it didn’t let him appear less attractive, no- he looked divine as usual, sincerely blurting out, “I love you, Y/N. I love you to the moon and back. Sounds cheesy, but it’s the truth.”

“I know you do, even if you don’t tell me, I feel it in the minuscule things you do for me. And as we’re doing cheesy things, let me show you that I am…” She plastered her lips against his forehead, giving him a kiss. “Incredibly…” then kissed his both of his cheeks, “crazily…”, the slope of his nose “in love..”, his chin “with…”, and finally her lips landed on his luscious ones, sealing them into a passionate confession of love, “you…”.

Let’s say the next dream Harry had after that incident was the one of his beloved Y/N telling some douchebag she used to date to fuck off because she already had the man she needed, and he couldn’t be prouder of her.

[jarofstyles]

eating from each others plates plsss 🫶🏼🫶🏼

BEAUTIFUL this is bit of dadrry too actually- I kinda changed it a little by accident but I still hope you enjoy it hehe

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It was hard to get a minute alone while being parents.

Y/N and Harry loved their children, don't get it wrong. Being a father had been one of his ultimate life goals and Y/N had fallen in love with motherhood, both of them excited to be at every play, soccer match, doctors visit, the works.

But god, was it nice to have a moment of peace.

The children were finally asleep. It had been the entire routine of homework, bath time, bedtime prep, laying out their outfit for the next day before each of them got a bedtime story. They'd gotten back late from a soccer match and selfishly gotten the kids fast food on the way home because Y/N couldn't even think about cooking.

Her own stomach had growled loudly while cleaning up the kitchen, and Harry had laughed under his breath before giving her an innocent look when she grumbled at him for the action. It was these sort of things, the domestic and somewhat unromantic aspects of having a life partner that had surprised her with how much she loved it.

It was easy. Having Harry around made everything more fun, more bearable even at the tough moments. He had always been a good partner despite their tiffs, and that hadn't seemed to change in their 10 years together.

When he had insisted he finish cleaning while she took a shower, she had finally given in and let the hot water relax her muscles, the lavender body wash aiding in the experience before she applied lotion and pulled on a fresh set of pajamas. That was famously one of Harry's shirts and a pair of shorts that could pass for underwear.

"Made us food." He said as she walked into the kitchen. It was pasta. One plate of pasta. She gave him a look as he walked over to the dining table to place it down next to her glass of wine- has she mentioned she loved him?- and sat on the chair, spreading his thighs before patting his lap. "C'mon, mama. You're sleepy and showered. Let's share."

Y/N simply did as told. Too tired to fight, she collapsed on his lap with a hefty sigh, feeling him scoot the chair further in and bring the fork to her mouth to feed her the first bite. Alfredo pasta. Creamy, rich, and something they'd definitely be having as leftovers tomorrow.

"Guess I did alright?" He laughed at her moan, the clean fork falling back to the plate to get himself a bite.

"Mhm." She confirmed before swallowing, watching as he chewed the food before nodding. Yeah, it was exceptionally good. Out of the both of them, it had always made her grumble that he was the better cook- but now she was reaping the benefits.

"Fuck yeah I did." He nodded, taking a sip of his ginger ale. "Love you too much to let you go to bed hungry. Took care of my babies so well today." He smeared a kiss to the side of her head before feeding her another bite. "So now you'll let me take care of you."

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Illicit- II

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Warnings- Cheating (H with Y/N), asshole H lol

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“How was the event yesterday?” Niall asked, leaning back in his camping chair. 

The lake view was stunning. Nestled in the foothills of the mountain range, the lake town had always had charm. It was a true small town, despite the string of multi million dollar lake homes, and Harry had found it to be one of his favorite estates their family owned. That’s why he hosted an end of summer weekend there with his true friends. His small handful of trusted people and their significant others- and a few staff with iron clad NDA’s- were invited out to the lake house for the last hoorah of summer activities. Tubing, swimming in the lake or the pool, volleyball, bonfires, even fireworks that he hired out, all of it was being utilized before it couldn’t be anymore. It was similar each year, but this year had a new, important addition.

Y/N, his sweet little thing. 

“Horrible.” Harry grunted, watching as Y/N and Zayn’s girlfriend Hannah combed the bush around the lake looking for wildflowers. “It’s never good. I despise those things, and the fact I have to go to save face makes it even more insufferable.” The events were so drab and dull. Sometimes, in his youth, he’d enjoy the food or the drinks. Winning something at auction. But now it was watered down with people who, quite frankly, didn’t deserve to be there. He could give to charities on his own- and he did- but un-fucking-fortunately, if he showed up then there would be more eyes on it. His presence was just as valuable as his money. 

“Don’t blame ya for hating ‘em. As soon as I got out of them I felt better. But how was Katherine? She splattered you all over her instagram, said she got flowers from ya. Did you?” He knew the answers, obviously, but wanted the confirmation he all too easily got with the scoff and Harry’s head tipping back to finish his beer.  

“Fuck no. I haven’t gotten her flowers since the first date. I left Y/N in my bed, arrived to the event late to get my ear chewed off about how rude it was and dragged around to be photographed even though I’d rather chop off a thumb.” He grunted. “Then I went home, Y/N was asleep so I packed and then… woke her up.” His face grew a slight smirk, remembering how he woke her up with his mouth between her thighs and flowers actually bought for her on the nightstand. He felt awful whenever he had to see Katherine and knew it wasn't something that Y/N liked either, so he wanted to make it up to her whenever he could. The fact that Katherine showed him off like a showpony and lied about flowers she had certainly got for herself was laughable but not at all surprising. 

“It’s so odd to see you like… properly into a girl.” Niall admitted. “I have to admit, though, y’look actually happy. Weird as fuck to see you walk around with a smile after the scowls you’ve become famous for.” It really was. Y/N had exposed a softer, gentler side of Harry that hadn’t been seen before. Before Y/N he wouldn’t have been caught dead with a woman on his lap, and yet he pulled her into his lap whenever he got the chance. Even here. He didn’t give a fuck if his inner circle saw- no, he wanted them to. The need to show off the one girl he actually wanted was overwhelming at times. 

“She’s different.” There was no use in denying how much he really loved Y/N. It was obvious, written all over his face when she was around or even mentioned. She’d taken the stiff iron walls of his heart and turned them into soft molten fluff for her to mold. There wasn’t much shame he had, except for having to hide her for a bit. “I just want this contract to be over so I can move it along. She’s halfway moved in but I want her there all the time. Just can’t have her fully there because… y’know.” Because Katherine liked to show up unannounced sometimes and demand attention. He never really did, sending her off with the excuse of work, but once he got serious with Y/N he had his locks changed and a lack of care that increased as the days went on. 

Harry was an awful boyfriend to Katherine and he simply did not care. He hoped that she would come to her senses and break up with him but apparently, the perks of being attached to his name were too good to give up just because he was mean, didn’t give her attention or affection. He’d refused to kiss her besides the cheek and told her that he didn’t care if she got it somewhere else, but he was on a ‘sex ban.’. Ironic, considering he was the most thoroughly sexed he’d been in his life. Sometimes he felt a tad bit of guilt, just knowing how his mother would feel if she found out how awful he was to her- but she didn’t like the girl either! 

He was desperate for this to end so he could introduce her to Y/N. The woman he was certain he was keeping for as long as she let him. Harry was a possessive man and intended on that being forever, but he cared about her too much to lock her into a secret engagement. She deserved to be able to show off and tell the world- and so did he. 

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. It’s good there wasn’t an infidelity clause, he was dumb as fuck for that. It’s a shame cause she’s a pretty girl, could probably find some other new blood to stick to and make her money that way. But I get why she’s sticking to you. All those people wanting a slice of your empire must be fucking exhausting.” Niall was wealthy, his family going back a few generations short of Harry’s own, but it didn’t have the public notoriety that his did. He often wished that was the case for his legacy. 

“Wish she would just have a real moment of clarity and realize no money is worth this, that she could be getting dick and designer bags and someone else to dote on her. Not me. Never will be me. But, in just a few months it’s not my problem and her arse will be on the curb whilst Y/N will go public with me.” He didn’t plan on waiting very long for that. Perhaps it would be in bad taste to only wait until a day after a public breakup but he would do it if Y/N didn’t have some weird guilt surrounding Katherine. 

Their conversation was cut short by a call of his name, his beaming girl approaching with a basket of wildflowers in her hand. His heart stuttered, his scowl falling to build up a soft, fond smile. His arm opened and he patted his lap, motioning her to sit pretty on his thigh and drape her legs over him- which she easily did. Her breezy, cornflower blue dress hit just above her knees and the off the shoulder cut showed off a nice amount of skin. A necklace she had gotten from him, a sunflower pendant with an H etched into the back hung perfectly on her neck, glistening in the setting sun. The floppy sunhat looked fucking adorable on her, pushed back enough to ensure it didn’t hit Harry in the face. 

“What have you got, my love?” He asked tenderly, hand folding on her thigh and tucking under the hem of her dress. An intimate hold, but they were in their own safe place. As soon as he went public with her, he was going to show the world just how much. HE wasn’t necessarily the public type, but he had no qualms with letting people see Y/N on his arm, draped in jewelry his money bought, on his yachts, in his businesses, with his ring, and hopefully, full of his child. He couldn’t think about the last one for too long without getting hard, though, so he reserved that for later. 

“We got a little bouquet for the table for dinner. Love the flowers you got too, but it feels nice.” Her hand stroked through his ungelled hair, loving the curls they formed whenever he was unstyled. He left it like that specifically for her, and she took advantage of it. “My mum and I would do it every summer, we had that flower garden. Remember the photos?” Harry nodded, he did indeed. He would be building her her own whenever he could propose and they moved further out of the city. “Yeah, good! So, we got some and m’gonna go ask Ms.Greta if she’s got any vases. We’re eating outside tonight, yeah?” 

“We are. Proper grill out. I think she does have some, I don’t remember offhand what we’ve got here but-” He squeezed her leg, letting his fingers press into the warm flesh. “Before y’go and do that, think you forgot something.” His expectant look was clear on his face. Y/N gasped, quickly remedying the situation as she curled her hand around his strong jaw and tilted it so she could connect their mouths for what she intended to be a chaste kiss. Harry had different intentions. Instead, he snuck his tongue into her mouth and used his hand to cradle the back of her neck, slightly damp with sweaty hair, keeping her to his mouth. He was never one to half ass, even when Niall began to fake gag. 

“Alright, fucking christ. Swallow her whole, why don’t you!” Niall continued to make childish noises but Harry continued, ignoring his friend as he hummed against his girl’s mouth. He had few places he could actually do these sorts of things and he’d be damned if he let anyone tease him out of it. This was the woman he wanted more than anything, and he liked the tiny glimpses he got into their possible future. 

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“I like this.” Y/N mumbled into his chest. The day had dwindled down and she was sitting on his lap in front of the fireplace in the master bedroom. Harry’s chest was bare as her cheek rested against the smooth expanse, the middle of it covered in a thin layer of hair. He’d started to let it grow since they’d begun to see one another when Y/N expressed how much she found it sexy, and Harry was one to please her when she said things like that. “Not having to hide. I can’t wait until you can be mine for everyone to see.” Her lips brushed his pec, pressing a chaste kiss there.

Guilt swarmed inside his stomach like a disturbed beehive, making him swallow down the lump in his throat. While he felt no guilt at all for the supposed infidelity towards Katherine, the guilt lied in having to suppress the most incredible relationship with Y/N. He knew she didn’t love feeling like a secret all the time, and while Harry had said he didn’t care if people found out, Y/N had to think of her own reputation. That was what had him ensuring he kept it under wraps. While people would just see him as yet another dumb, horny man? They’d see Y/N as a homewrecker, a slut, every bad name under the sun. Not to mention the online bullying she’d be subjected to by Katherine, her little group and all her naive fans. 

He’d never cared about someone like this before. Yes, of course he loved his family and his friends, but this was a whole other level of care. It went bone deep. Y/N was the type of person you met once in a lifetime. The type you couldn’t let slip through your fingers because you really couldn’t. Y/N was everything and more and Harry was dedicated to keeping her as happy as possible, but the reality was that they had to hide just a bit longer. 

“I know, my love.” He said quietly, trailing his fingers over the crown of her head. “It’s hard right now. I never anticipated meeting you or I never would have… Wouldn’t have taken the deal.” The words were murmured just for her, eyes searching her own to try and gauge her emotions. She didn’t seem particularly devastated, but there was still that undercurrent of sadness that made his chest twinge. “I know I’ve told you time and time again about how much I am obsessed with you, how you’re the woman I want… But I can’t wait either. You’ve not even a clue about how much I look forward to showing you off.”

While he had complained of Katherine doing so, it was a whole other ballgame when you truly adored the person and felt proud to be theirs. 

“You do?” She peeped, eyes rounding as she peered up at him. Sometimes she was so fucking beautiful that it felt like a hit in the stomach. She was clear of makeup now, showing off her natural features. He loved seeing her in any capacity but this had to be his favorite. Private, intimate, bare. Her hair in two messy braids but still managed to have some strands in her face. Her lips were soft and plump, the overnight mask on them that she had tried to explain to him and he still had no clue what it did other than make his girl happy- his Y/N was his gift. He knew he didn’t deserve her but he never claimed to be a good person- He would keep her forever. Some could call him intransigent, but he wouldn’t argue. 

“Of course I do. Look forward to everyone seeing you on my arm. I think it will be apparent that I’m pretty far gone. People will wonder what magic powers you possess.” He laughed through his nose, leaning in to kiss the side of her head. “You just bewitched me, sweet little thing. Had me in knots when you blocked me, y’know that?” His smile grew. “Never wanted to talk to someone so badly in my life.”

“From what I knew, you had an actual real girlfriend!” She defended adamantly. “And then you basically locked me into a room with you to explain yourself. Scared the shit out of me. Y’know, there were rumors that people thought you were some sort of mafia boss.” She snorted. “Kind of believed it for a bit. You’ve got the whole, tall, dark and handsome thing going on. Mysterious. Kind of a dick.” She yelped when he lightly pinched her side, erupting into a fit of giggles. “Hey! No. You’re a handsome asshole. And to your credit, that was the last time you were all weird with me. Once I believed you, you became a sweet little thing.” Her voice cooed as she reached up to pinch his cheek like a grandmother would, making him roll his eyes.

It was true, though. He’d met her and it hadn’t gone so well in the beginning. His reputation for being cold and callous to new people, to most, actually, didn’t help when his interest in her spiked. He remembered very clearly, watching with a drink in his hand as she laughed with some of the girls. Grinning wide and showing teeth, making his chest do the weird pitter patter it usually did now when he saw her, but the first time had shocked the hell out of him. He’d never had that sort of reaction to someone before. Sure, he found people hot and experienced lust, but it was the first time in his life he craved conversation. To be nosy. So he hunted her, cornered her like prey and had him picking her brain for a while. He’d been gaining momentum, touching her and getting her a drink , and she had been into it until someone whispered into her ear on the way back from the bathroom what he assumed was the information that he was ‘taken.’ 

So what? He had gone through drastic measures to convince her to see him again, even showing her the contract that was notarized. 

“A mafia boss?” He snickered, raising a brow. “Not a chance. Though I appreciate you thinking I’ve got what it takes. No, unfortunately it’s just the multitude of legitimate businesses in my empire, my darling.” His smile grew warm, watching her return it. “Though, if that’s something you want to roleplay in bed, I’d not be opposed.” 

“Of course you wouldn’t be, perv.” With a roll of the eyes she patted his chest. “Never met someone so dirty in my life. Energizer bunny must be a sponsor of your cock because I swear, even being older than me you’ve got more stamina.” It was the truth, but she didn’t grasp how it was just for her. He used to be satisfied with a fuck or two a week, he could go without it if he went to the gym. Being with Y/N changed him to an insatiable beast, but she was his willing accomplice. 

“I don’t see you complaining when my cock is in your pretty cunt and you’re crying for me t’let you cum. Begging Daddy to let you cream all over my cock, because you tend to be a messy little girl. At least m’nice enough to let you.” He said with a straight face. There was no comment about how he could feel her clench on his thigh, but she already knew he could. His filthy mouth couldn’t be competed with and thankfully, Y/N had a thing for dirty talk.

“Alright- jesus.” Y/N whined, burying her face against his chest. “Don’t get me worked up now. I’m a little sore, someone took it out of me in the shower.” The grumbled words made him smirk, smugness and pride evident on his face. If she was really hurt she would let him know and he would grovel on his knees to make it better. “If you take it easy, I think you could have me in the morning. Wake me up with it.” A treat for the man, considering he adored watching her eyes peel open and a whimper sounding from her sleep swollen lips as he slipped in and out of her warm insides.

“Hm. I suppose that’s a fair deal.” He signed, acting resigned as he tugged her closer to him. “I’m lucky to have you, my minx. Always so good to me.”  Even more than he deserved. 

[jarofstyles]

FICTOBER DAY 18- Give Me A Spin

heheheh we have a halloween check in (filth) from our You Again universe!!!

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WC- 1.5k

Warnings- degrading, costumes, thigh riding, etc.

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“Give me a spin… let me see the full thing.” Harry spoke, swirling his liquor around the tumbler. The ice clinked against the glass as he sat in the armchair, letting Y/N give him costume choices for his friend’s Halloween party. 

Y/N wanted to look tasteful but also a little sexy. Harry was older than her and she assumed his friends were also kind of classy. It wouldn’t be like any college party she had gone to before, and since actually starting to date the more mature man, Y/N had made some changes. It was nothing she didn’t already want to do but it seemed like Harry elevated her in a way. Something she really liked, but something like this was slightly intimidating. 

Her options had come in the mail, and consisted of things that could potentially match Harry’s options. He had an obvious suit, so she thought she could go as a secretary, or he could do jeans and slicked back hair, so she bought a 50’s Grease inspired outfit. There had also been the relaxed version of princess aurora, which she could match with one of his flowy white shirt shirts and brown trousers- but there was one that she had bought specifically to rile him up.

Harry as a whole was a very mild mannered, calm man. He was soft spoken and gentle with his approach, level headed and a lot of the things she expected out of dating a man like him- but she had seen his other sides. How he could become far more excitable when she dragged it out of him. Y/N still had a lot to learn about the man sitting in front of her, but she knew one thing for certain- she had started to poke the bear. 

Her last costume was one she had tucked away from a previous Halloween party, one where she was definitely more bold with her attire. A lace bodysuit with a little puff tail attached to her ass and bunny ears was absolutely not what she was going to wear to a party full of his friends, but when she was giving him a little fashion show? She figured she would test her luck. 

The white black heels highlighted her legs perfectly, making her feel tall and statuesque as she began to turn herself around carefully. He would want to look at every detail, every little bit of it when it was on her because her goal would be for him to take it off. His eyes could be felt on her as she preened, turning back to face him with her hands clasped in front of her, anticipation building in her belly for his reaction. “What do you think?” She prodded, tilting her head in that pup-like way that seemed to always get to him. 

Harry was silent for a moment, taking a sip of his drink as he let his eyes eat her alive. She swore she could feel his line of sight burning her skin, lingering on her thighs and her breasts that both were quite exposed. The longer he was quiet, the more she felt like squirming, knowing that she had definitely just taunted him when he had had quite the work day. She was playing with fire but desperate to feel the burn. 

“I think you’re a filthy whore.” He said, not changing his posture as he took another sip. “But I do like that quality about you, darling. Come to me.” 

Y/N could feel herself getting wet when he leaned back in the chair and spread his thighs, patting the left one for her to sit on. She didn’t want to seem too eager but god, she was. She was so eager and embarrassingly wet as she moved to him and went to sit across his lap, only to be stopped by his hand. 

“Wrong way. Straddle it, darling. Go on.” He patted her ass, steading himself as she stared at him with wide eyes, doing as she was told. Her brain immediately reminded her that he was definitely going to feel how wet she was if she stayed like this, trying to keep some of her weight off- but that plan was foiled when he tugged her to sit down. 

“I-I think this means you like it?” She asked, feeling his fingers brushing over the lace as he hummed in his throat, his gaze making her feel naked. The costume had her close to it, but that’s probably why he loved it so much. 

“I do. I like when when my pretty girl dresses slutty for me. Sometimes… I forget, y’know?” His hand squeezed her thigh, tapping his fingertips on the top. “I forget that you’ve got that filthy side that I need to indulge in. I’ve been fucking you too sweet, hm?” His hair fall slightly into his eyes as he shook his head, a little smirk rising on the corner of his lips. She could feel his thigh muscle tighten as he adjusted himself in the chair, keeping her steady before resting his hands on the arms of the plush armchair. 

“A little.” She peeped, eyes round as she tried to gauge him. Harry’s touch had been taken away but he made no moves to move her from his leg. “I love it all, though. I do, I just like when you…” Her voice caught as she shifted, her clit brushing against both the lace of her bodysuit and his pants. 

“When I what, sweetheart?” He murmured, looking unbothered despite his dark eyes. “When I treat you like my little doll? Is that what you like?” His words were cooed, but she could feel the slight humiliation on her cheeks when she shivered at them. “Yeah, I think that’s it. You knew what this little get up would do f’me. Wanted to tease me, because my sweet little thing isn’t about to flash her pussy to everyone. Or maybe she would.” His fingers rose again, tugging the top of the bodysuit down to reveal her tits, pebbled nipples taken between fingers as he plucked them. Y/N mewled, trying to get closer to him when his touch fell away. 

“N-no. I’m yours.” She insisted, shifting again and letting her eyes hood as she felt the burst of pleasure again. Why was this making her so wet? “Promise, I’m yours. I did it for you, I know you had a day a-and I wanted to make you happy.” Her explanation was breathy as Harry bounced his thigh a few times, making her gasp. 

“Aw, look at that.” He smiled. “Sweet little fuckdoll. You wanted to put on a show for Daddy, hm?” His grip moved to her waist, pulling her to move her hips. “Then do it. Ride my thigh, make a mess of it, but don’t cum.” There was no arguing with him, but Y/N whined anyways. Rocking her hips was a sweet relief, mouth falling open and fingers curling in his shirt as she rubbed her clit over the fabrics. 

“None of that whining, Doll. I can smell how wet y’are. Filthy thing, must have been gagging for it all day. Love you too much to deny you, but…” He sucked his teeth, watching her bunny ears begin to slide down which he prompt fixed. “Daddy’s got a pretty little fuckbunny and I want to feel that perfect cunt gush around my cock when you cum. M’selfish when it comes to your pleasure. All of it belongs to me, yeah?” 

Y/N nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. His fingers gripped her cheeks, making her lips pout and her gasp as she moved her hips faster. It was rare for him to ever do something like this, but she loved to make him shed the sweet, fluffy skin that was usually reserved just for her with the deep, slow sex and soft kisses, to this. The slight degrading, the playing with her right back. “I said, It all belongs to me. Use that pretty bunny brain to respond with words, my love.” He pulled her down for a soft kiss before releasing her, brow raising in expectation. 

“It’s yours, I’m always yours, Daddy. I’ll do anything for you.” She whispered, eyes watching as he began to undo his belt. Her mouth was almost watering, wanting to take him down her throat and taste him, but she would behave until he said to do anything but. 

“That’s what I wanted to hear, babylove.” He sighed, letting his belt fall to the floor. “Now keep going, get to the edge, and then sit on my cock. Bounce on it like the good little bunny y’are.”

[maddie7writes]

DOMESTIC

summary : harry and y/n being domestic (it’s all fluff)

content warnings : none. it’s just fluff.

harry was finally relaxed, he wasn’t high strung while touring but he was getting overwhelmed. he didn’t get as much time for him and y/n anymore, and he wasn’t home enough for his liking. so this fall, he was determined to be as domesticated and homely as possible.

currently, he was lounging on the couch in grey sweats, with the brown pleasing hoodie on with a burberry blanket sprawled across his lap as he watched the crown.

y/n had gone out to grab starbucks, and knowing y/n probably a few candles around ten minutes ago. he was trying to catch up to where y/n was in the show even tho she insisted she didn’t mind rewatching a few seasons.

she came barreling into the home, a drink carrier in one hand and a grocery bag in the other. “harry?” she called out. harry shot up to come help her with the items and was surprised when the grocery bag had a large flower arrangement in it. “have the ones i got you already wilted?” he asked as he took the drinks and bag from her hand so she could take her coat and shoes off. sure it was fall but he had gotten them on sunday, it was only tuesday.

“oh those are for you.” she said causally, harry’s heart melted as he pulled out the arrangement. it was a mixture of sunflowers and orange tulips. “i tried to find lilys but they didn’t have any.” she said, walking around the counter and kissing his cheek. immediately he wrapped her in a hug. “thank you.” he whispered, like it was a secret. she blushed, “of course.” she said, as she gently broke it, knowing harry would never let go if he didn’t have to. “im going to change and make some brunch?” she said, but it was more like a question. “i’ll make brunch, you get comfortable.” he insisted. she blushed again before pecking his lips, “your amazing, you know that?” she smiled, he blushed back.

“you deserve everything and more lovie.” he said, before kissing her for real, then letting her go change as he grabbed their waffle maker and dug in the grocery bag till he pulled out the waffle mix, and added will to it. before heating up chicken, and platting the chicken and waffles. he set the plates down on the coffee table were y/n was on her phone, scrolling on pinterest.

“what are you pintresting?” he asked, she giggled. “fall outfits, i found a few ideas.” she said. “better take you out to dinner then, i want to see them on the model.” he said, before kissing her head.

she tossed her phone aside when harry circled the couch and resumed his position where he had been, she crawled into his lap and laid her head on his chest and body on his legs. he covered her with the blanket and kissed her again. before grabbing her plate and feeding it to her as he pressed play on their show.

“i love that dress.” she said, catching a glimpse of the screen, harry hummed. “maybe it’s just vanessa kirby.” she said, harry rolled his eyes. “definitely not, you’d look amazing in that costume.” he complimented, she blushed. “you think i’d be a pretty princess?” she asked, with a slight pout to show she was joking. harry giggled and kissed her again. “you already are lovie.”

(sorry this was so short !)

[maddie7writes]

HARRY BEING A GIRL DAD

content : mostly fluff, angst towards the end

summary : harry’s relationship will all four of his daughters and how each one impacts his life in extremely different ways but he wouldn’t change it for the world.

when harry and y/n had started to have kids, they weren’t expecting four girls. they wouldn’t trade them for the world, but this left harry in a very interesting situation. playing catch on a beach in italy turned into harry learning how to play volleyball to compete against there oldest, astria . being blessed with harry’s height, she was quickly scouted out in the sixth grade to join the team and she fell in love with it.

y/n busy with her fourth pregnancy and two younger ones, harry took on the extracurricular with pride, even showing off his skills on tour.

“is this a beach ball?” he laughed as a fan handed him a ball with each of his eras on the sides. the fan nodded through her tears of excitement, harry crouched down with a smile to take it. “thank you!” he thanked, before turning around to sara and hitting it her way so she could put it with the pride flag he had for the emergency rip situation. the crowd cheered, harry turned around with a proud smile on his face.

“my daughter taught me that.” he smiled, the crowd exploded with excitement at the small insight of his life.

but that’s all it was, a small insight. because his other three girls required just as much attention in various fields. sage had taken a huge interest in music just like her father, she was constantly around for recording sessions so she could get a real feel for what it was like, she saw the hardships and the challenges of staying in the studio till one just because lyrics were flowing like water. she felt the strain on her relationships, especially between her mom because she spent so much time with her dad, and when dad was gone so was sage. it took so much more then your voice, and harry and sage bonded over that every day.

but where harry had a very strong relationship with sage over music, he felt the disconnect and trust with daphne. y/n was an actress and model, though after her pregnancy’s she only wanted to continue the acting portion of her job, but it only took one sneaking session through old magazines in moms office for daphne to see herself exactly where her mom was. on the cover of vouge.

daphne wanted to get to the cover of vogue, without her dad playing a single hand in her success. she wanted to get there off her talent and her ability, not because her dad was harry styles.

it hurt, seeing daphne thrive and have amazing experiences while keeping harry at arms length due to her determination. part of him couldn’t be more proud for daphne wanting to be more then her parents names, but the other part of him wanted to be there with her during shoots and being in the room as she watches her social media hit a new mile stone.

“she loves us honey, but her dream means it’s hers. and we’re not involved.” y/n massaged harry after a long day in the studio, daphne had just been on the cover of cosmopolitan for her beauty line she hid from them for a whole year till the launch came out. “yeah but family is so important and she doesn’t understand that- without my family i wouldn’t be where i am today. family is everything.” harry began to tense. y/ relaxed him with a kiss to his head. “and she loved her family more then any follower count or magazine. but she’s got your drive lovie. all we can do is support from the side. like i did for the first two years of our relationship.” like daphne, y/n didn’t want harry’s success to impact her own. so y/n built an even stronger brand on her own before they did a PR stunt on a yacht in italy, frames away from x-rated pictures.

just like that daphne came prancing down the stairs and into the kitchen, shooting her parents the million dollar smile there child possessed. “congrats on the cover honey.” harry chirped, daphne lit up as she grabbed a bottle of fiji water from the fridge and walked over to the table with them, only to talk there ear off about how amazing the whole experience was, mentioning here and there how much she missed us but knew that this is what she had to do to achieve exactly what she wanted to achieve. and nothing could replace that feeling of pride.

bridget styles was the youngest of her sisters and by quiet a bit. astria was a senior when bridget was in sixth grade, and due to astria being busy with getting a scholarship from a school for volleyball (determined to not take any of her parents money after she turned 18), sage writing her own album, daphne building fame without needing the last name of their parents, bridget felt invisible. all her sisters had everything figured out, her dad was a international pop star, her mom was a world renowned model and actress. how was she meant to live up to that?

bridget was naturally quiet while astria and daphne did most of the talking, sage was so close was dad it felt impossible to get that kind of relationship, and mom was trying to keep everything in order, she seemed impossible to approach. so she tried to raise there attentions.

she was top of her class throughout middle school, but it didn’t amount to astiras D1 scholarship to go play in america. she joined choir while she could and used her voice for the first time and was quickly the best singer, and while dad and mom were always there, it almost made it worse. her dad had the best make voice in the country, why was hers still cracking, why was she getting teary eyed when she sung to a bunch of parents. her dad sung to millions almost every night, and her mother took photos nude, only her limbs to cover herself for millions of people to look at and judge.

bridget devolved anxiety and mild depression her freshman year as daphne got teen vouge and sages album got released.

bridget decided she wasn’t hungry when astria came over for easter brunch, when in reality she was starving and she knew dad made her favorite blueberry pancakes, but she couldn’t stand it, daphne was on the cover of teen vouge, astria was the number one player in america and the uk, sages first album sold out, and bridget had done nothing.

she was smart, sure, but that isn’t enough when your family are celebrities in their own rights, without needing one another for fame.

bridget slid against her door and let tears flood her eyes as her chest rose and fell. never enough. she repeated in her head over and over. and she believed it. she would never be enough for this family.

harry climbed the stairs with a plate of blueberry pancakes, bacon, and lukewarm tea just how bridget preferred as he knocked on her door. he heard scrambling and whimpers, his eyebrows furrowed. was she hurt? “bridge?” he said carefully, she then quickly pulled the door open, her green eyes pooled with tears, her tanned nose pink, her lashes wet and her lip quivering.

“oh bridge-.” he set the plate on the floor and engulfed bridget in a hug. he had always offered to take her to therapy, he loved his therapist and realied on it heavily through this marriage and throughout parenthood, even his career he needed therapy for. but bridget wasn’t the kind of kid who liked to talk about her feelings. instead, she wanted the comforting touch of someone who loved her.

harry’s arms wrapped around her protectively and she hugged back just as hard. “i love you bridge. i’m so proud of you.” he repeated over and over, she shook her head. “i’m not as good.” she muffled into his pink pleasing crewneck. “w-what?” harry couldn’t believe his ears. “i’m not as good.” bridget sniffled.

“astria is a D1 athlete, sage is just like you, and daphne is just like mom. and i’m- im not talented enough to be in this family, i don’t deserve it.” she looked at the floor, harry felt his heart shatter.

“bridget- i want you to listen to me okay?” harry said gently as he took bridget’s hands, she sniffled and looked at the akin green eyes to her. “you. are more then enough, you deserve to be there, you deserve to be a part of this family because your me and your moms kid, and every kid we have is extraordinary. i mean, your grades, are practically perfect!” he laughed slightly with a soft tone. “you’re way smarter than i ever was. and your style? your mom sees you on pinterest all the time! but you want to know what i’m most proud of?” harry asked gently, bridget nodded, harry got on his knees and looked up at her so she could look down and still see him.

“your kind, resilient, loving, and strong heart. you are the kindest, most giving, nurturing, generous person i know and you heart is the most pure and amazing thing about you.” bridget was sobbing, harry was sobbing, and the tea had gone completely cold as it flooded over with love. “i love you bridget gemma styles. your mother loves you, your sisters loves you, and you are more then enough okay?” harry asked, bridget nodded and hugged him again. harry held his daughter as they both cried in each others arms the rest of easter morning, only to return to the family to do an egg hunt.

[jarofstyles]

prompt 36 pleaseee

love ur writings :D

“Is that my shirt?”

Y/N looked at the yellow graphic tee shirt on Harry’s form. With pink collar and sleeves, the graphic of a snarky dog laid in the chest. It was a bit small in the arms, which were behind his head as he watched some documentary on the television.

“Mhm. Spilled marinara on mine, s’in the wash. Y’said you may have Violet come over so I didn’t want to sit on your couch shirtless.” His smooth grin didn’t hide anything.

The little fucker had taken to stealing her shirts. You’d traditionally think he would love to see his girl in his shirts- and he did! But he loved wearing hers instead. He loved running out in them and when their friends would question why it looked familiar. They were comfy and soft and smelled like her, and he really did love anything to do with you so it was a win win.

He thinks it’s the connection. Knowing it was hers and wearing it made him feel closer to her. He would raid her drawers and at this point, both of their homes had laundry mixed of both of their clothing. It was never simply their own, the shirts would end up in the others drawer. He wouldn’t want it any other way.

The smug smirk came to his face when he heard her sigh, knowing he had won this battle. She had playfully told him to mind his own clothing only just this morning when she had found him in her own Rolling Stones tee shirt and had him change. Y/N should have known better than to think he wouldn’t change the second she stepped out the door to go to her kickboxing class.

“You’re a menace. I just bought that. It better be taken off before we eat. Don’t want it to end in the same fate as the one in the wash.” She warned, taking her gym bag and walking towards the laundry room to hide her smile.