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You Make Loving Fun (Sneak Peak)

harry has been working with his stylist, Emmy, since one direction. they have been close friends ever since. but will something bring them even closer? and will emmys daughter aprove?

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smut guide

for people who need some help with smuts

don’t read if you’re not comfortable

reaction words

shivered

shuttered

trembled

quivers

quakes

shakes

gasps

moan

groans

jolted

jerked

pants

huffs

cries out

bites back a moans

breathing hitched

collapsing 

eyes rolled back

arched back

adverbs(a lack of adverbs weakens your writing)

shakily

desperately

roughly

deeply

raggedly

breathily

loudly

lazily

softly

gently

warmly

frantically

quickly

slowly

harshly

sexy words for said

purred

cooed

murmured

whispered

breathed

rasped

cried out

begged

muttered

growled

grunted

mewled

chocked

sobbed

whimpered

pleaded

teased

sexy actions

licking

nipping

biting

shoving our hips together

pinned their wrists

caressed

stroked

hike up shirt

pressing against wall

rank nails through hair

hooking legs around waist

splay hands over chest

dipping tongue into ___

hair pulling

grasping their chin and tilt up/down

cupping cheek

lips brush ear

hip grind/thrusting/rolled/shifting

dirty talk

tease

kissing

brushed lips together

teeth clicking together

lip play(biting/running tongue over lip)

pausing when lips are just barely touching

sucking bottom lip

kissing hard

teeth clicking

sucking tongue

swirling tongue around one

blow job

redden lips

swollen lips

slick

sloppy

making eye contact

hallowing cheeks

swirling tongue

fucking someones mouth

deep throat 

playing with balls

using hands and lips together

oral(female)

lapping

playing with woman wetness

fingering

parting lips

flicking their tongue

delving tongue

fleshly pink/brown (i prefer not to use skin color for poc)

intercourse

sinking into someone/cock

riding

digging fingers into shoulder/hips/back/chest

snapped/slammed/pounding hips

pace/rhythm

orgasm

shockwaves

pulsing

shattered

coil snapped

splintering

going tense/still

jerking

moans mix with curses words and/or lover name

slang word

clit

cock

dick

slit 

cum/cumming

sexy word

dark

sinful

lush

wanted

need

velvet/lace/satin/silk

desire

heat

aroused

intoxicated

teased

spanked

strip

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soft kissing late at night

sleepy girl

warnings: lots of fluff, not really smut

SHORT

harry slowly opens the front door, the creaking of the hinges makes him cringe. he slips off his shoes and carefully shuts the door. he softly walks into the living room and sees you asleep on the couch, the are you still watching this on netflix was illuminating off your face. harry grinned quietly and walked over to you. he bent down on his knees, careful of waking you, and pets your head. he stares at your face and his eyes look at you admiringly.

“kitten,” he softly coes to you, his thumb begins to rub your cheek. you mumble incoherent words and snuggle deeper into the couch pillow. “bunny cmon,” harry places a kiss to your forehead which makes your eyes flutter open. “there’s my pretty girl,” even though you just woke up, a blush was still visible on your cheeks. you smile softly and make grabby hands at him, which made his heart soar. he wraps his arms around you and picks you up, your legs and arms instantly wrapping around him.

your blanket slips off your shoulders and lands on the couch, and harry walks around the coffee table. you nuzzle your head into his neck and whine, which makes him laugh quietly as he turns off the side table lamp. he carries you down the hall and into your bedroom. he kicks the door open and brings you over to your unmade bed. he places you down softly and you instantly hum and shut your eyes. he giggles and places a delicate kiss onto your lips. you still had your work clothes on and harry knew that even if your eyes were shut, you’d still have to be uncomfortable.

“y/n baby, i have to change your clothes,” you nod and snuggle into the sheets. he sighs but can’t help but smile at your cuteness. he slips off your jeans, and then of course leaves a kiss on your thighs and knees. he throws the pants across the room and goes back up to take off your shirt. he throws that too and slips off your bra. he places a kiss on your neck, throat, and chest and then grabs one of his shirts from his drawer. he slips his “enjoy health, eat more honey” shirt over you and youre left in the shirt and panties.

he starts to undress too, his pants and shirt come off, leaving him in his boxers. he walks over and slips under the covers next to you. you move closer and nuzzle your head against his throat. he smiles and runs his hand through your hair, your sweet hums make him feel so content. he looks down to see you looking at him, and he places a kiss on your lips. you grin sweetly and kiss him again. the feel of his lips against yours instantly makes your body feel alive. he places his hand on your hip bone and rubs circles on it. he continues to place loving kisses on your lips, his teeth softly dig into your puffy bottom lip, and pull it back and let’s go.

you giggle and kiss his eye lids. not much words were said between you and harry in this moment but neither of you cared. his arms were wrapped securely around you and his nose was pressed against your cheek. “okay my love, let’s shut those pretty eyes and get some rest. m’kay baby?” harry whispers to you and you nod and kiss his neck and shut your eyes. harrys heartbeat thunders in your ears, making your breathing slow down. you’re starting to fall under and feel a wet kiss pressed to your forehead before you fall asleep completely. you really loved nights like this.

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1:03 am

warning: lots of fluff, written at 1:03 am, which explains the title, really short

(not proof read) <3 hope u enjoy

your hands slowly climb together, his finger tips against your palm makes you smile softly. your head lay against the plush white pillow, that’s soaked in your scent. harrys head lays next to yours on his pillow, his eyes up at the ceiling just like yours. your hands lay intertwined in the center of you. a white cord from your ear buds is laying cross your chest, and is plugged into your phone. the ear bud sits plugged into your ear and it’s twin is stuffed into harrys.

the music plays softly in your ear, your leg lightly shakes to the beat of the music. harrys unused hand is against your arm, and is tapping your skin along to the song. you softly lay onto your side and take a look at him, and harry still lays silently but now with his eyes shut. you stare at his face lovingly, admiring every dip and freckle on his face. leaned over and placed a soft kiss on his jaw, causing his eyes to flutter open. you’re now pushed against his side, your hands still intertwined between your legs. your separate hand lands onto his jaw and you start to rub circles in his face.

he hums in content and leans into your touch, which causes your heart to flutter. he turns slowly on his side and looks at you, as your finger continues to travel around his face. his hand wraps around your waist and he pulls you close, so your legs are pressed together. however, your chests aren’t touching so you can look up into his emerald eyes. your eyes search his and all you see is love and admiration. “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours,” harrys voice rumbles in your ear. you pause your music and take your earbud out, harrys coming along with it.

you place them on your bedside table beside you and then turn back to Harry. “nothing, just staring at your handsome face, my love” you respond as your hand goes back to touching his face. he smiles softly and nuzzles into your hand, a breath of air leaves his nose in comfort. your hand slides up and scratches his scalp softly. his eyes open and they stare straight into yours, which makes your cheeks redden slightly. “you’re so beautiful. an angel,” your cheeks definitely turn a bright red at harrys comment. you hide your face into his chest, and you feel it rumble from his giggles.

“are you shy now, princess?” harry asks you causing you to whine and hide your face deeper in his warm tattooed chest. he laughs again softly and kisses your hair, which makes you look up to him longingly. you stare into his eyes, “i love you bub,” you whisper up to him. he smiles and kisses your nose, “i love you too pet”. you slowly get up on your elbows and place a long kiss onto his pink lips. you place another one softly and pull away slowly. his eyes sparkle with love and he presses kisses all over your face. you let out hushed giggles and lay back against his chest.

your eyes start to shut slowly, which makes harry stare at you. he was so in love with you. he really knew you’re the one for him. “kitten?” harry whispers nervously, which causes your eyes to open again. “yes harbear,” the nickname that comes out of your mouth makes harry blush. his arms goes into the dresser on the side of his bed and he pulls out a little box, which makes your head tilt confusingly. “y/n im so in love with you. you’re my everything, and i want to spend every minute of my life with you. so will you please marry me honey?” harry asks anxiously.

you squeal and quickly straddle him, “yes yes yes of course I will”. harry quickly sits up and wraps his arms around your waist and places his head in your neck. “oh thank you baby, i love you so much. m’wanna see you in white.” you whimper and let tears fall against the skin of his neck. you pepper kisses all over his cheek, neck, and shoulder. he pulls away and shakily slips the ring onto your finger. you desperately grab at his face and smash your lips against his. you both smile widely into the kiss and squeeze each other firmly. “i can’t wait for you to be mrs.styles,” harry whispers as he squeezes your hips. your lip stay hovering above his. “i can’t wait either hubby”.

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Red Carpet Crush

prompt: you and adam meet on the red carpet for his new Star Wars movie. and a love connection bubbles up.

warnings: lots of fluff

you felt a sudden stop when your limo pulled up to the red carpet. the lights of cameras flooded your windows and you couldn’t help but stare out of it adoringly. this was your first red carpet, and you were so excited to be here. you were one of the resistance pilot fighters in the movie, and you got a spot on the carpet. you hear the door handle click open and you see a man open the door, a grin appears on your face, and you step out of the door. loud screams from fans overflow your hearing, causing your smile to grow wider.

you walk towards the interviewers and stop when a woman calls your name, she smiles at you, “wow y/n, it’s so great to see you”. you laugh softly, “it’s great to see you too”. you and the interviewer talk about the movie, your favorite Star Wars characters, and food. you say goodbye and walk to the next interviewer, until you feel a body bump into you. you look up to see the adam driver smiling down at you. “sorry dear, i didn’t see you there,” his deep voice causes you to blush. “I-It’s okay, I’m a big fan,” you exaggerate the big fan part. he was one of your favorite actors, and you couldn’t believe you were talking to him.

he snickers quietly, “well thank you for being a fan. what’s your name?”. you tuck your hair behind your ear, “it’s y/n”. “wow, that’s a lovely name,” he responds. “thank you,” your cheeks tint a rosey pink and you feel a hand tug your arm. you look down to see adam’s hand on your wrist, as he pulls you away from the interviewing station. “w-where are we going,” you whisper confusingly. “away from people,” he walks you over to a corner and rests against the wall. “sorry, i just wanted to talk to you privately,” you grin softly at him, “it’s okay”. he giggles softly making your heart burst, and you start playing with your fingers. he asks you about what scenes you are in and each other’s family.

adams voice was interrupted with a loud voice on the speakers calling the actors to come for the movie showing. “We have to go,” adam annouces and you sigh softly. “I’ll see you later yes?” he looks down at you for an answer. “Yes I’ll see you later,” you giggle and walk away to meet up with your manager. she walks you to the doors of the theater, and your eyes widen as you see all the famous people in there. names of people were printed on the seats, and you searched for your name.

the first one on the row was oscor isaac, then john boyega, daisy ridley, and finally adam’s seat. you look at his and let out a squeak, because your seat was right next to his. you slowly walk past the actors and take a seat. you hear soft whispers and you look over to see adam squeezing past his friends. he looks at you and his face seems to light up. “wow y/n, i didn’t think i would be sitting next to you”. you blush and smile softly, “i know it’s crazy,” you both giggle and he sits down. the movie begins to start, and the feeling of excitement runs through your body.

its been the first 20 minutes of the movie and you already felt yourself falling more in love with it. you laugh at one of the scenes and your hand falls onto the arm rest. you look over at adam and watch him, the glow in his eyes was adorable. you look back at the screen and his eyes instantly go to you. he notices your hand and he can’t help but slowly reach for it. you feel his eyes burning into the side of your face which caused your cheeks to turn red. you feel his finger tips touch yours and you flip your palm over and his fingers begin to trace around your palm. your eyes were still stuck to this screen just like his, and his hand continued to touch yours.

your fingers start to intertwine and you look over to seen him already staring at you. you blush as your eyes meet his and he gives you a sweet lopsided grin. you face the screen again and can’t keep the smile from showing on your face. the movie was coming to an end and you and adams hands stayed intertwined throughout the whole thing. the screen started to role the credits and the theater erupted in applause. everyone stands up and hugs each other, you lean over to your friend who was in the movie on your right and give her one. you then turn to your left and see adam turning around to look at you.

he gives you a soft grin and wraps his arms around your waist and yours go around his neck. his mouth is next to your ear and he mumbles, “meet me behind the theater in twenty minutes”. your cheeks are flushed and as you pull away you nod in agreement to his meeting. you walk around and say hello and congrats to everyone, giving hugs and kisses. it’s been almost twenty minutes so you say goodbye to everyone and head out. you pick up your dress with your hand and started walking around the corner. you see a black limo sitting there and stare at it confusingly, until the window rolls down and you see adams head pop out of it. you giggle at him as he beckons you over to the car.

you open the door and slide in next to him, your thigh rubbing against his, “hello,” you smile at him nicely. “hello dear,” he grabs your hand again and softly places it on his thigh, intertwined with his. you giggle softly at his actions and place your head on his shoulder. a comfortable silence is there throughout the ride to your house. the limo stops and you look outside to see your house, which caused you to click open your seat belt and open the door. you climb out and wait for adam to come out too, then shut the door. he places his hand on the bottom of your back and walks you up to the door. “it was amazing to meet you y/n, i had such a great night,” adam beamed down at you. “i had a great time too adam,” you push your hair behind your ear and blush at the floor. he places his hand under your chin and pulls it up.

you look into his eyes and he leans down and kisses you softly. his lips felt perfect against yours and you never wanted it to end. he pulls away slowly and rubs his thumb against your cheek. you bite your lip to hold back your smile but it seems to over power you. he hands you a piece of paper on it with his number, which you gladly take. “shoot me a text so i can take you out on a proper date,” he exclaims and you giggle at him. “will do adam, thank you,” you respond and lean forward and place another kiss on his lips. once you pull away you open the door and step inside and turn to look at him. “May the force be with you love,” you let out a loud laugh at his star wars reference and wave goodbye and shut the door. you instantly lean against it and let out a sigh mixed with a giggle, this night was absolutely perfect.

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Sunny Sweets

prompts: genesis and david meet at an ice cream shop, and can’t help but keep meeting up. ice cream isn’t the only sweet thing there

warnings: just lots of fluff (this was made for my friend genesis, so that’s why these names are used)

The ice creams shop door rings, your attention is pulled from your phone to the customer. A tall, good looking guy walks into the shop, his cute smile instantly takes your breath away. You shake your head and sigh, you really believed  no guy like him would actually go for you. You couldn’t help but take secret glances at him while he made his ice cream, a smile forming on your face. You look back at your phone, a new Chris Hemsworth article catching your eyes. You hear the loud screeching of a chair and look up. The cute boy that walked in was suddenly standing right in front of you.  

“Can I sit here?” he grinned down at you. You froze, you were surprised this boy wanted to sit with you. “Y-Yeah sure,” you smiled shyly at him as he took a seat and placed his arms on the table. Your cheeks were visibly pink and you couldn’t help but softly smile at him. “I’m david,” he exclaims his lips attacking his icecream, making you chuckle. “I’m genesis,” you breath out, his eyes sparkling at you, a glow on his cheek from the sun. “I couldn’t help but sit here and talk to such a beautiful girl,” he shows a lopsided grin and you can’t help but giggle and blush. He continues to lick his ice cream and asks you about your day.

You guys had a long conversation. Talking about your families and hobbies. You really felt a connection with him and hoped more could happen. The sun set and the store was closing, so you and David finish your conversation about marvel movies and slide out of your chair and walk out. “Can I walk you home?” He asks staring into your eyes, making you a bit dizzy. “You d-don’t have to,” you stutter whilst tapping your foot on the floor. “I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home,” you sighed and couldn’t help but let out a soft snicker. “Then walk me home,” you reply as you walk past him and head towards your house, his feet instantly speed up to catch you.

You talk more on the way home, your arms slightly touching eachother with each swing, your cheeks heating up at each brush. You finally stop at your place and you turn to look at him. “Thank you so much for waking me home, I had a great time,” you say as your wrap your arms around yourself. He gives you a soft grin, “You’re welcome, I had a great time too angel, maybe we can do it again sometime?”. You quickly agree and you both decide on 3 o’clock on Saturday. You slowly lean over and place a kiss on his cheek. “Bye,” you squeak and run up to your door. He smiles softly as your run up your steps, he thought you were adorable.

It was finally Saturday and you had your date with David today at 3. You put on a cute dress and shoes and left your house, and headed to the ice cream shop. The annoyingly happy bell chimes as you walk through the door. Your head goes straight to where you sat yesterday, and you grin when you see David sitting there. You have a pep in your walk and you stride over to him. “H-Hey,” you mentally groan at your studder and can’t help but blush when he looks up at you. “Hey Gen,” he gets up and wraps his arms around you, causing you to smell his lovely scent. You separate and you take a seat across from him.

“I can go order if you want? What would you like?” he questions softly, a kind smile on his face. “Strawberry ice cream please,” you respond as you play with your fingers, anxiously. You watch him walk over to the counter and you can’t help but smile adoringly at him. He had a strong back and a cute butt, making you more intrigued with this boy. He comes back with your ice creams and you beg him to let you pay him back, but he just keeps denying so you give up, shyly. You guys have a long talk again, lasting almost 3 hours. You talked about Thor, Chris Hemsworth, and your drama classes from highschool. “Shoot I have to go, I have a class in 20 minutes,” David sighs as he looks up to you from his watch. “It’s okay david, I understand,” you smile sweetly and he can’t help but pout. “Hey cmon davey it’s okay,” your eyes widen at the nickname, “s-sorry i shouldnt of”.

“No gen it’s okay, I liked it,” he winked at you and threw his cup away. You slide out of your chair, causing a screeching noise to fill the shop. He walks over and wraps his arms around you, and places a warm kiss on your cheek. “I’ll see you later gen, let me give you my number,” he whispers into your ear and your cheeks tint a rosey pink. He pulls away and writes it down on a forgotten napkin on your table. He hands it too you and you blush, “okay bye”. You wave bye and watch him walk out of the shop. Since then, you and David started to go to that shop every week. after his classes, he would meet you at the ice cream shop and you’d get strawberry or mint chip, like always. Your first kiss with him was there, and you’ll never forget it.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his cheesy joke, tears springed in the corner of your eyes. “You have some ice cream right there,” David points to the cream on the corner of your mouth. You blush and go to wipe it off your face until David grabs your hands and places them on the table. He quickly presses his lips against yours in a delicious kiss, and pulls away with a silent smirk, “got it”.

After that David asked you out as you walked out of the shop, and you’ve been dating ever since then, and your first I love you was said there too.

He licked the ice cream violently, the sweet cream dropped down his chin onto his cute hoodie (that you planned on stealing from his closet). He laughed loudly as you squeaked and covered your face, he was trying to embarrass you. “Baby stop, you’re causing a scene,” you tried to hold back your smile when you spoke but you couldn’t help it, he was just too cute. He wipes it off his chin and gives you a lopsided grin. “Sorry lovie, I just love embarrassin you,” you giggle, “ya I know that’s why I love you”. You blink quickly as you realize what you just said and sit silently. His mouth was dropped, “I’m so in love with you,” he mumbles back as he smeares his lips against yours, passionately.

If you didn’t think that was much, well you’re in for a sweet treat. You and David got married, at the beach next to the ice cream shop. The ice cream store caterered, and let you have your reception in the shop (they knew you very well and would do anything for you and David).

His hand slips around your waist tightly, his suit hugs his wrists snugly. “Did I tell you look gorgeous in your dress yet?” David asks as you sway back n forth on the dance floor. “Yes you have, lots of times, but i definitely don’t mind,” you reply softly and he leans forward and kisses you. “Time to cut the cake,” someone shouts from the kitchen and you all surround the beautiful wedding cake. You both take the same knife and cut a slice out together and giggle. You look at the camera next to you and smile for a picture, until you feel a cold substance smash against your face. The room erupts in laughter and you squeal as it drips off you. ”daveyyyy,” you whine and he snickers and wipes it off and kisses your nose. Your hand slowly sinks into the ice cream without him noticing, “give me a kiss”. He grins and goes down to kiss you until you repeat his actions and smash ice cream in his face. He squeals, “that’s cold,” everyone laughs and you can’t help but smile at him lovingly.

Of course, 6 years later, you’re seated on the bench outside. Your husbands hand is wrapped around your shoulders and your left hand rubs your child’s head as you lick your mint chocolate ice cream. You had your daughter and son on each side of you and David. You and him bought the ice cream shop three years after being married. You left it exactly the same, because you both knew it still had the power to have people meet their sweet soulmate. oh and it was nice to have sweet treats there too.

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I Love Every Inch

prompt: timothée sees you judging your body, and he does some things to help you see how beautiful you are

warning: smut, unprotected sex, cursing, loads of fluff

you haven’t been feeling yourself lately. you’ve been feeling like you aren’t pretty enough to be timothée’s girlfriend. you always felt like you had fat thighs, a fat stomach, and just a gross body in general. you were standing in the bathroom, your towel from your shower laid coiled on the floor. you stared at your bare body in the mirror, the foggy glass is close to being completely gone. your hands trail up the tops of your thighs to around your neck. slowly tracing every curve and bump you hate.

tears started to form in the corner of your eyes, you felt pathetic. you grab your hips and squeeze them, thinking about the girls you wish you looked like. you hear a growl coming from the bathroom door and you look over to see timothée standing in the doorway. you let out a squeak and pick up your towel and wrap it around you. you keep your head down and don’t say anything, causing a frown to form on his face. he slowly walks over and places his hands on your hips.

“hey baby look at me,” you hear him whisper, but your head refuses to move. “kitten c’mon,” you let out a whimper and look up at him. he looks into your eyes and notices the falling tears and blotchy cheeks. “Oh baby, you’re okay. what’s wrong my love,” he stares into your eyes and you can’t help but move yours to the randomly interesting floor. “m’not pretty enough for you T,” you whisper to the floor. his face keeps its pout and his hands grip your hips tighter. “babygirl,” he scolds, “you’re the most beautiful thing to live on this earth, and you will always be enough for me. because you’re my everything.”

you whimper and hide your face into his chest, his eyes getting sadder when he feels your tears on his chest. “cmon muffin follow me,” he grabs your hand and you follow him like a lost puppy to your bedroom. he stands you next to the bed, the back of your legs pressed to the sheets. “Take off the towel f’me,” his voice was smooth like honey and you couldn’t help but blush but shake your head silently. “kitten i told you do something, please do it for me,” you sigh softly and pull off your towel. timothée takes it from your hands and tosses it on the floor.

his eyes start to roam your body slowly, and you can’t help but cover yourself. “Babygirl no, no covering,” he snatches your hands and pullls them to his waist. he leans down and kisses you on the lips sweetly, his lips are soft and warm. his hands travel from your sides to your cheek. “You’re so pretty lovie, so gorgeous,” after his compliment his tongue slips into your mouth. you let out a whine as it slides against yours. his hands travel to your tits, his fingers softly pinch your nipple causing a moan to come out of your mouth.

he pushes you softly and you fall back onto the bed, a giggle escapes your lips that soon turn to a smile. “there’s that pretty smile I love,” timothée speaks softly into your ear as he crawls on top of you. your head softly sits on the pillow and his body lays between your legs. he drags his lips from your neck to your breasts. his mouth sweetly attacks the skin, leaving dark love bites. his mouth attaches to your nipple making you let out a sweet purr and a grind of your hips against his. he comes of your nipple with a pop and looks into your eyes. his hands knead your tits, “you have gorgeous breasts my love,” he kisses each one again.

his lips trace over your tummy, and his teeth softly sinks into the plush skin. “such a pretty tummy, so perfect,” you whine and grind against him again. his hands slowly come to a hault on your thighs and his mouth comes to down to place a kiss on your clit. you let out a mix of a squeak and giggle at the feeling and you see him grin between your legs. he trails his teeth across your thighs and leaves hickies, but quickly licks over the skin after. “my pretty girl looks so lovely spread out for me,” timothée groans as you blush and smile, he can’t handle your beauty and cuteness.

he looks into your eyes for consent and you throw him a nod, which makes him look down at your pink pussy. he licks a stripe up your folds and you whine loudly. your hands go to his hair and you grip it, the feeling of his tongue on you was absolutely breathtaking. “you like that beautiful?” he questions softly as he buries his face back into your cunt. he sucks on your clit causing you to squeal and buck your hips against his face. he growls and continues to lick at your sweetness. you tug his hair and pull his head up, a desperate look on your face, “please put your cock in me T”. timothée smiles and moves up your body, his hands trace your skin. you tug his shorts down and he helps you by stepping out of them. he throws them across the room and places his hand on your jaw.

he rubs his thumb on your lip lovingly, his eyes meet yours, “you’re a fucking goddess”. you let out a loud moan as his cock slips into you unexpectedly. his hands grip your hips as he starts to thrust slowly into your cunt. you moan and pull him down to kiss you, not minding the taste of you on his lips. “please go harder bub,” you whimper and beg, he grins and kisses your cheek. his thrusts start to speed up and your hands grip onto his shoulders for support. his thrusts repeadily hit your g-spot, he definitely knew your body like the back of his hand. “you’re taking it so well pretty girl,” he purrs into her ear, her legs shake at the feeling of his thrusts.

you start to feel a knot in your stomach and your back arches, “im close honey”. he hears your whimper and sucks on your nipple, his thrusts getting deeper and faster. his left hand sneaks down and rubs your clit, you whine and moan, the pleasure was incredible. “im gonna cum timothée,” you mewl loudly. he rubs faster, “cmon beautiful, lemme see your pretty face when you cum,” his words make you whine and thrash your head around. he feels you squeezing around him and he whispers into your ear, he whimpers, “you’re everything to me”. you moan and cum all over his cock. your back arches and you try to catch your breath. timotheée continues to thrust into you until he feels his release coming.

he cums into your pussy and pulls out slowly, you both whimper at the feeling. he lays down next to you and he wraps his arms around you. he pulls you close and places a chaste kiss on your forehead and nose. you sigh and cuddle close, a smile never leaving your lips. “i love every inch of you,” he confesses as his eyes stare into yours. you giggle and bite his neck softly. you couldn’t be happier.

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Behind The Scenes

prompt: cole manages to fit a quick visit to you in his trailer on set

warnings: fluff, making out ;) kinda short sorry

Cut,” the director yells, causing everyone to loose the tense feelings on their shoulders. You were on the set for 5 feet apart, and your boyfriend Cole Sprouse just happened to be in it. He had been filming all day, and usually you would be out there watching him and talking to the cast everyonce in ahwile. However, today you felt like staying in Cole’s trailer, watching movies and eating snacks. You’re humming along to the music in the scene, when you hear the trailer door rattle.

Cole stumbles through the door and shuts it quickly. You smile and shut your laptop, the sound of the movie quickly fading with it. He walks straight towards you and you can’t help but grin at him from on the couch. You stand up and go to hug him, “Hey bab...” your sentence was quickly cut short when Cole smashes his lips against yours. His lips were warm and a bit rough from all the biting he does to his lip when he’s stressed. You stumble back and Cole places his hands on your face to kiss you deeper.

You whine into the kiss and bite his lip, causing a quiet groan to leave his mouth. He lifts you up by your bare thighs and places you on the kitchen counter next to the couch. He pushes you back and slips his tongue into your mouth. You groan and tug on his hair, which results in his hands sliding up your comfy skirt you were wearing. He tongue continues to slide against yours and his hands rest on your face. He pulls back a bit from the kiss and bites your lip.

He slowly pulls it back and let’s go of his hold to hear a delicious pop noise. He smirks at your blushing and roughed up appearence, and leans down and places a kiss to each of your thighs. He pulls away and places his thumb on your lip and glides it across slowly. “You do things to me babydoll,” he mutters as he leans up and bites your earlobe. He pulls back from the counter, winks at you, and slips his way out of the trailer. you couldn’t wait to go home.

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46 😍

#46! “Where do you feel me angel?”

Today was your honeymoon, you had just gotten married last night and flew straight to France right after. You and Harry would be staying in a little place called Paris for your honeymoon. You had finally landed at the airport and grabbed your bags. “I’m so excited,” you exclaimed, looking around the airport at everything and everyone. “Me too baby,” he slips his hand in yours and pulls you out of the airport to your rental car. You hop inside and say hello to the driver, and quickly buckle up and head to the hotel. You had finally arrived and you couldn’t wait.

You thanked the taxi driver and Harry handed him money as you pulled out your luggage from the trunk. You walk inside and check in with the hotel, which was breathtakingly beautiful for a hotel. You walked into the elevator, and sat your stuff down. “Oh my I’m so excited, I can’t wait to see the Eiffel Tower and eat,” your sentence was cut off with a passionate kiss placed from Harry. You slowly move your hands up to cup his jaw and pull him closer. You both break away from the kiss, “what was that for H?”. He grins, “just take everything one step at a time,” you giggle at his nonsense and walk out of the elevator.

You quickly spot your room number and unlock the door, you take a look inside and gasp. A beautiful dress was laid out on the bed, and a little card sat next to it. You run over and grab the dress, and hold it close to your body as you squeal. Harrys arms wrap around your waist and his lips attack your neck softly. “Open the card baby,” you giggle and grab the card, and take a look inside. You read, “Dear Mrs.Styles, your honeymoon is going to be spectacular, so put on your dress and get ready for a wonderful evening. Love Harry”. You let out an excited squeak and kiss him hard, causing him to almost fall over. “Thank you Thank you,” you kiss his lips after each word.

He taps your bum, “go on babydoll get ready,” you kiss him once more and run into the bathroom with your dress. You slide the dress on and start doing your makeup. You throw on your heels and toss around your curled hair. You thought you looked gorgeous, and you knew that Harry would be all over you tonight. You slowly walk out to see him fixing his suit in the corner of the room. You let out a silent hey, and he quickly whips his head around. His jaw drops and his eyes grow wide, you were so happy he got you this dress. “W-Wow,” he whispers, “you look so fucking beautiful”. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, his hands instantly landing on the top of your ass.

You giggle, “I guess you snatched the right wife”. He growls into your ear, and grabs your ass, “Yes I fucking did”. You both pull away and grab your hotel key and phone and slip out the door. You hold hands on the way down stairs and outside. Harry whistles for a taxi, and you couldn’t help but press your thighs together at the action. You really had the hottest man on earth all to yourself. The taxi pulled up and you quickly got in, and Harrys hand flew straight to your thigh. The dress didn’t cover much, so harrys hand easily slid up your thigh to under your dress. His hand was dangerously close to your heat and you couldn’t help but whimper. He kisses the side of your temple, and looks out the window, like his hand wasn’t all the way under your dress.

You get out of the taxi and walked into the restaurant, which smelt absolutely devine. You see a waiter approaching, and he grabs his menus and tells you to follow. You and Harry walk hot on his trail and stop at a beautiful window with the view of the Eiffel Tower. “Here you go,” he places the menus down and Harry pulls out your seat for you. You let out a quiet thank you and take a seat, Harry copying your actions. You both take a glance at the menu, and your mouth waters at the choices. The waiter comes back and you and Harry take your orders, and Harrys hand instantly grabs yours and holds it on the table once the waiters gone. “So how is it so far lovie,” he questions whilst staring into your eyes.

“It’s been absolutely amazing baby, thank you so much,” he grins and takes a glance out the window at the scenery. You couldn’t help but stare at his gorgeous face. The curve of his nose, his emerald eyes, and his sweet plump lips. You couldn’t help but think about having a baby with him, and how the baby would look. If the baby had his eyes or his nose, or if it was a spitting image of Harry. You really had no idea, but you knew you wanted to find out. You suddenly hear a snap, “angel?”. You look up to see Harry smiling at you, you quickly reply, “yes sorry I’m okay”.

The waiter brings out your food and you couldn’t help but dive right in. It was delectable, and you couldn’t wait to eat lots of French food on your honeymoon. You moan at the taste, and Harry can’t help but snicker at you. You had both finally finished your food, and Harry paid the waiter. He called another taxi, and it pulled up next to the curb. Harry helps you in, sits next to you, and tells the driver where to go. You pressed your face into the seat and stared at him lovingly. He slowly looks over and softly grins down at you, “what my love?”. You stare right into his eyes and say, “give me a baby Harry”. His eyes widen, and you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes turn dark with lust. He quickly pushes forward and smears his lips against yours. You moan into the kiss and his hands go in your dress again to rub your clit through your lace panties.

“You want a baby peaches?” he asks you sweetly, yet seductively. “Yes please,” you beg, your voice coming out in whimpers. “Then I’ll put a fucking baby in you,” he growls into your ear as he nips your ear lobe and continues his taunting rubbing on your clit. You felt the car come to a halt and Harry throws the money in the drivers window, takes your hand, and runs with you across the street to the hotel. You quickly land in an empty elevator, and kiss him once the door shuts. Your hands are running down each other’s bodies lustfuly, and lovingly. The elevator door opens and Harry pulls you to the hotel door. He hurriedly slips the card in and unclocks it, and then quickly yanks you into the room and pushes you against the door.

His lips smash into yours in a desperate kiss, and your tongue slides in and swirls around his. You pull off his suit jacket and toss it onto the ground. His hands fly up to your dress and pulls it down, your matching lace bra and panties coming into view. He moans at the sight of you and places his lips at the tops of your breasts. You whimper and tug on his hair, he quickly pulls you off the wall and walks you to the kingsize bed until your thighs hit the edge and you fall onto it. “You ready to have this baby kitten?” he groans into your ear as you palm him through his pants. “Yes Harry, please put your cum in me”. He quickly tugs off his pants and shoes, quickly throws across them across the room, and takes off his shirt. You slide up the bed, so your head rests on the pillows, and take off your bra for him.

Once his clothes are off he attaches his lips to your perky nipples. You whine and throw your head back, the assault on your breasts causes you to tug on his hair. He leaves little dark hickeys all over your chest and slowly kisses down your tummy. He leaves a sweet hickey below your bell button, “I’m gonna put a baby in there angel,” you whimpers and tug his hair again. “Please Hary please, fill me up,” you whine and buck up your hips. He carefully bites your panties and slowly pulls them down your legs. You moan loudly when you feel him press a kiss to your sweet cunt. “Put your cock in me please Harry,” he grins and lines up his dick with your pussy.

He slowly pushes his tip in and you whine at the feeling. He starts to push more in, until he was balls deep. “Yeah like that baby,” you quickly nod, and he laughs at your neediness. He starts to thrust in out of your pink cunt, the feeling of him in you felt euphoric. “Where do you feel me angel?” he asks as his thrusts go deep and slow. “I f-feel you in my stomach Harry,” he groans and throws his head back and his thrusts becomes quicker. “I’m gonna put the most beautiful-fuck-baby in you petal,” you moan out at his sweet yet filthy words. You whimper loudly, and your legs to start to shake. “I-I’m close H-Harry,” your whines becoming louder and louder as he speeds up.

“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum baby,” he whispers into your ear. You pull his face to yours and kiss him lovingly, the sounds of your bodies smacking together echo through the hotel room. You start to feel a hot tight feeling in your stomach, and you know you’re ready to cum. “I-I’m gonna cum,” you squeal as he pinches and squeezes your tits, and you squirt hot cum all over his dick. “F-Fuck,” he groans as he starts to speed up to reach his high. “Cmon Harry, make me a mommy,” he moans so fucking loud and shoots cum into your cunt. Your words making him reach his stopping point. You lay breathless with Harry on top of you. “T-That was amazing,” he gasps, causing you to sigh and giggle, and then nod your head in agreement. “I can’t wait to have your children Harry,” he slides up and places a chaste kiss on your lips, “and i can’t wait to make more”.

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riding harry's DICK. that's it that's the prompt

warnings: smut, cursing, sub harry!

harry styles is your best friend. hes always been quiet and shy, never really talking much in the friend group. his voice seems to come out whenever he’s alone with you. you and harry were very close friends, but you both always felt like it could be more. you had liked him since you first met him, you fell in love with the way his cheeks tinted when he looked at you, his eyes a perfect green, and his lips laid on his face beautifully. you and harry could never say how you felt, you both were scared to lose the perfect friendship you guys have.

it was friday night, which meant it was you and harrys weekly movie night, but this night your friend group was all over. as you guys put on your fourth movie, which was fifty shades of gray, your friends decided to go to bed. so they grabbed their stuff, said goodnight, and left you and harry. the movie had been going good so far, you and harry were mostly just engaged in a conversation. you had stopped the convo to go get more popcorn, leaving harry with the movie alone. harry couldn’t take it, the way your lips moved and the sound of moaning on the tv. harry was a virgin and you knew that, but you didn’t mind of course. you thought it was cute.

you came back and sat down next to harry, your thigh rubbing against his. you laid your head on harrys shoulder and your hand on his thigh, which had been done by you many times before. you glanced at the tv. of course, a sex scene was on, causing harrys cock to twitch in his boxers. the feeling of your hand on his thigh was burning through his pants. you lean over to grab the popcorn off the table, your hand sliding down harrys thigh towards his cock, causing him to whimper. you hear the whimper and turn to look at him, “you okay bub?”.

he looks at you nervously, and nods. you smirk to yourself and slowly drive your hand down his thigh again. the closer you got to his junk the more he tried to hold back another whimper. “you like my hand there h?” you whisper to him softly. he replies breathlessly, “y-yes y/n”. you lean up and bite his earlobe, a silent groan leaves his lips and you can’t help but giggle. you lean up and stare into his eyes, face to face. his eyes switched back n forth to your eyes and then to your lips. you mentally growl and grab his shirt and pull him towards you, “just kiss me baby boy, i can’t handle it anymore”.

harry plunged forward, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss, his lips are salty from the popcorn, yet sweet. you trace your hand down from his chest to his bulge, and you give it a little squeeze. your mouth swallows his moans, and you slip your tongue in his mouth. after making out for a few minutes, you bite his lip and pull back until it pops back into place. you kiss down his neck and grab his waistband. “can i take this off baby,” you suck on his collar bone. “yes please y/n, need you,” he begs, making you grin and tug his boxers down. his gorgeous cock springs up and you can’t help but drool, his was prettier and bigger than you imagined.

“cmon Har, take of your shirt f’me,” he listens and slides his shirt off, quickly throwing it on the ground. you move your legs and straddle him, your heat pressed right against the base of his cock. you slowly pull of your shirt and toss it on the ground, and then lift up your hips to take your panties and shorts off. “take it off for me baby boy,” you demand softly as your trace your fingers of his swollen lips. his shaky hand runs behind your back and unclips your bra, causing it to fall off you. his eyes widen and he lets out a pathetic whimper, and you smirk confidently. you push him back against the couch cushion and then grabbed his cock and lined it up with your pussy.

you slide his tip up and down your folds, making your head roll back. “you feel how wet i am baby? that’s all for you,” he whines as you slowly push the tip in. you go down and take his cock deeply, you could feel him in your tummy. you moan as you start to bounce on it, causing harrys mouth to make an o shape. you start to bounce harder and harry let’s out a load moan, and you instantly slap your hand over his mouth. “you’ve gotta be quiet pretty boy, don’t wanna wake our friends up,” you whisper into his ear and he nods against your palm. your hips smack against his skin and you hand moved down to rest on his chest. he bites his lip hard trying to keep quiet for you.

you reach down and play with his balls, resulting in a yelp from him. your hand moves back over his mouth, “i told you to be quiet! are you gonna be a good boy and listen harry?” you ask innocently. you move your hand so he can answer, “yes ill be good, i promise,” his whimpers and whines and you place your hand back over his mouth. you can feel his legs start to shake, and your legs start to do the same thing and you can tell you’re both close. “your cock is so b-big baby, gonna come for me?” you whine into his ear.

“m’c-close,” harry whimpers out. you grab his hands and move them from your hips to your tits. “cmon baby, be a big boy and give em a squeeze,” harry quietly moans and squeezes your nipple between his fingers. you whine and feel the knot forming. “im gonna come harry, fill me up,” you lick up his neck as he squeaks and his hot cum fills up your pussy. you moan and kiss his cheek. you slowly pull off him and lay on his chest, both of you are breathing heavily. you look up into his eyes and smile, “i like you harry”. harry chokes on his breath and smiles softly. “y-you do?” he asks nervously, his cheeks heat up adorably. “yes harry, i like you”. he leans down a bit and kisses you, “i like you too y/n,” you giggle and place kisses all over him. “so when do we get to do that again?”. “HARRY!!”

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝗙𝗶𝗰𝘀:

* smut

Petal

prompt: You are in love with Harry, but he’s your best friend. Some things happen to get found, unleashing your dark secret. Oh and it just happens to be raining

Spirit of Your love

prompt: You’re Pregnant with Harry’s baby and Harry sadly looses you but gains something else. You can’t help but watch over them lovingly. 

Not a date

prompt: Art College Harry!! Harry helps you on an art project and begins to flirt with you in order to get a rise out of you. One thing leads to another and he can’t help but get sucked into your sweet innocent charm.

Small World

prompt: you’re a very short girl and can’t help but find your self in tricky situations. but a certain tall boy named Harry helps you out.

Midnight Talks

prompt: Peter picks you up to have a sleepover at his house and some sweet things get said and done.

Celebrity Crush

prompt: You’re Harry styles’s celebrity crush and he says in a interview that he thinks you’re beautiful and loves your voice and would love to meet you. Little did he know, he’d be meeting you soon.

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Vacay *

prompt: reader on vacation with harry? maybe a little action when he sees her in her bikini ;)) if ya know what I mean

Cuddling with Peter

prompt: cuddling with peter? and him saying sweet things to you? ❤

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Petal

prompt: You are in love with Harry, but he’s your best friend. Some things happen to get found, unleashing your dark secret. Oh and it just happens to be raining

warnings; none just lots of fluff and some and some angst

Harry was your best friend, and also your neighbor. You live two houses down from him and met him when you first moved there, in 7th grade. You guys instantly became friends after you met, the way you met was because your mom made you bring the neighbors cookies, and Harry just happened to open the door. You can’t help but say that you’ve loved him ever since that day, but Harry doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know you think he’s the cutest boy youve ever seen and your heart melts whenever he calls you Petal.  Time flew by and you both are juniors in high school now. Harry drives you both too and from school, as you listen to 70′s music and talk about the latest drama.

Harry is...lets just say popular. He has lots of friends, but still manages to be focused on you and only you. Even his friends see it, they've dealt with the excuses of not being able to hang because he has plans with Y/n. Today was like any other day. You were going to Harry's so he could help you study for your big exam for English class. After School, you both got into the car and Harry drove straight to his house. After arguing over over which Stevie Nicks song was the best, you guys finally arrived at his place. You sigh, “wow finally I can’t wait to lay down,’ you slam the car door shut and walk up to his front door. “No you have to study young lady,” Harry growls as he squeezes your sides causing you to squeal.

This earned him a slap on the arm, “Stop that H”. You both kicked off your shoes and ran upstairs, pushing one another on the way up. You ran into his room and leaped onto his bed, giggling at the impact. Harry nearing behind you. He jumps onto you and you scream, “Get off me fat ass’. You both giggle and Harry rolls off of you and lays on his side. You’re both just staring at each other, you cough, “Should we um start now?”. Harry nods and you both get up off the bed. You pull out your textbooks and set them down on his desk, Harry copying your actions silently. You walk over to his record player, which was a gift from you two years ago, and put on your favorite Vinyl. 

Harry takes a seat on the bed, you following. Your knees are pushed up against each other, but both of you are too lazy to move them. The only noises filling the room from you too were your mindless humming and mumbling. You had been sitting for so long that you had to pee, “Harry I’m gonna go to the bathroom, can you grab my laptop off the desk?”. Harry replies, “Sure thing Petal”. The door shuts and Harry gets up and grabs your laptop, and notices a pink journal in your bag. He slowly puts down your laptop, looks at the door, and then grabs your journal. He opens it and takes a look inside, noticing you’ve only had it for a few months. He turns to a random Page and reads what is written.

Hi journal, its me again. Today was a good day. Me and Harry went to our spot on the lake. He looked so cute today, he was basically glowing. I almost told him I liked him but I chickened out. AGAIN. anyways-

Harry hears you gasp, and he whips his head around. He must not have heard the door, cause there you stood with your mouth wide open. Harry quickly places down your notebook, never loosing eye contact with you. Harry whispers, “Y-You like me?”. You quickly reply, “Yes Harry I-I do, Im so sorry.’ Harry still stands there saying nothing, which causes you to tear up. “Harry say something-” harry doesn’t reply to your begs. You quickly bolt out the door, tears streaming down your face. Right when you came outside, your tears quickly blended into the rain. You kept speed walking to your house, until you feel someone tug on your right arm.

You turn around and become face to face with Harry. “Leave me alone Harry,” you yell. He grabs your shoulders, “No Y/n I won’t leave you alone. cause I like you too. No honestly I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long to reply. I was just shocked because I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you-” your lips instantly slam into his, cutting off his sentence. His hands fly up to your cheeks to deepen the kiss, pulling you closer. The rain soaked your clothes and hair, but neither of you cared in this moment. You both pulled away breathlessly, and you shout over the rain, “I love you Harry”. He grins widely, “Love you too Petal,” he pulls you close again by your hips and kisses you passionately. Harry finally had his sweet petal all to himself.

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Spirit of Your Love

prompt: You’re Pregnant with Harry’s baby and Harry sadly looses you but gains something else. You can’t help but watch over them lovingly. 

warnings: heartbroken Harry! Daddy Harry! sad prompt, death, loneliness.

9 months. You were 9 months pregnant and harry couldn’t believe it. It felt like yesterday, you both were jumping and crying with joy over the news. You and Harry had been married for a year and decided that it was the right time for you both to bring someone into the world. Harry had always wanted a child. He always was so good with children, he enjoyed watching them and holding them. So he was over the moon when he found out, he was straight to picking names and room colors. You told him to slow down and think about those things later, but they never left his mind. He also believed you were the most beautiful baby mama he had ever seen.

He thought your swelling tummy was admirable while you believed it made you look horrid. Harry always listened to your complaints and mean comments, but he knew you never meant them. He had read lots of books on children and the mothers and knew that this would happen. He never took your words to heart and always strived to hold your hand and kiss your cheek. Harrys favorite things were singing to the baby, rubbing your tummy, and talking to it as if it was right in front of them. He enjoyed the tough little kicks his baby would let out, struggling to be freed. He squealed and bumped into the bedside table the first time it happened, causing a glass of water to fall off and hit the floor, but he didn’t mind.

He would sing a song to the baby every night, varying from Fleetwood Mac to some of his own songs. However, his favorite was you are my sunishine. You had always talked about how your father had sung that song to you when you were only a child, so Harry decided to do the same to your baby. Your hands mindlessly drove through his hair, kisses being placed on curls ever so often. His tired voice rumbled the words of the child’s song, his head placed gently on your tummy. This happened almost every night, he would kiss the tummy, sing to it, and say goodnight. You always thought it was such a beautiful sight to see.

The 9 months flew by, you had found out your baby would be a girl, and decorated the extra room in your home. Harry couldn’t wait to dress her up and let her go on her wedding day. Your due date was two days away and you were very nervous yet excited. You knew Harry would be with you every step of the way. You were in the kitchen when it happened, a trickle of water ran down your leg signaling that your water had broke and the baby was coming. You called for Harry and he grabbed your hand, your bag, and took you too the car. He called his mom, who was staying in LA with you guys for a few weeks for this reason, and told her to come down to the hospital with Gemma. The baby was coming.

The hostpital doors flung open as you flew by in a wheel chair. You held your stomach, the contractions were killing you. They placed you on your hospital bed, Harry never let go of your hand. It was finally time to push, you squeezed harrys hand, the pain being unbarrable. You kept pushing, your head was killing you, and your stomach was aching. Your violent screams echoed through the hostpital. Harry was terrified for you, he couldn’t imagine how you felt in that moment. Sweet words were whispered and kisses were placed gently on your forehead.

Harry heard the cries. The cries of his sweet baby girl erupted into the room. He grinned at the sound, he couldn’t stop staring at her. Until, he looked down. His beautiful wife’s eyes were shut and her hand had stopped squeezing. Harry shook her hand, her body had no movement. The doctors moved him aside and took the baby away to the nursery. Harry struggled to get beside the doctors, he had no idea what was coming. The doctors turned to Harry , the saddened look on their faces told him everything he needed to know.

He dropped to the floor, he didn’t mind causing a scene. His wife had died. You had severe bleeding and infections after the birth, causing you to pass away. Harry couldn’t believe it, he screamed in agony on the hospital floor, he couldn’t believe you were gone. His gorgeous wife was really gone, he wouldn’t get to raise the child with you like he dreamed. He wouldn’t get to grow old with you and go through thick and thin with you. He’d never get to kiss your plump lips again and give you the pleasure you desired. He would never tell you his dreams and wishes again. His one true love was absent. Harry took the baby home alone that night. The baby looked exactly like you, a spitting image of her sweet mommy. Harry decided to name her after you, he never wanted you to be gone. Y/n styles was his new girl.

He’d watch over her forever and make sure she lived the best life. He was devastated that he would never see you again, but he knew you’d always be there for him and Y/n. A week later was your funeral. Harry sat on the couch silently, he was absolutely broken. His mother Anne walked up to him and took his hand. She pulled him up and wrapped her arms around him, causing his cries to finally escape. He had kept his emotions in for so long, scared he would fall apart at the seems. His mom walked him out to the ceremony. Your parents sat quietly, their eyes red and cheeks blotchy from the tears. Harry took a seat next to them and gave them an apologetic look. His beautiful baby girl sat sweetly in her stroller next to him, giving him the encouragement that everything will be okay.The ceremony was beautiful, Harry, Your best friend, Parents, and others shared their grief.

Harry could barely get through his speech, but he tried his best to be strong. After the ceremony Harry walked around with Y/n in his arms, talking to your friends and family. He was at least a bit happy that these people had showed up for you. Everyone adored you, you were a kind hearted girl and were absolutely beautiful. Harry would never forget that about you, he’d always remember you. It had been four years since you had passed away. Harry went to therapy and tried to get better. It helped somewhat but the biggest joy in his life was his daughter. Y/n was exactly like you, bright, beautiful, and loving.

She’s a shy girl, always hiding behind Harry when he speaks to people. Harry was at home with his daughter, it was her bedtime and he softly picked her up off the couch. He placed Y/n onto her bed and sang her you are my sunshine, that same song he sang to her in your tummy. He started to sing it again every night since your death. After he sang, he kissed her cheek and got up from off the side of the bed. “Daddy,” Harry whipped his head around to look at his babygirl. “Yes bubby?” He asked worryingly, she sat there silently. “I can hear a women singing your song,” harrys breath gets caught in his throat. “She has pwetty hair and nice eyes,” Harry tears up at the thought that Y/n had heard you singing to her. “That’s your mommy baby,” Y/n giggles and claps her hands. “She’s so pretty daddy,” Harry let’s out a shaky laugh but smiles, “I know babygirl. She was the prettiest girl ever”.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I literally teared up whilst writing this, it’s so heartbreaking. I hope you liked it.

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Random Aesthetic Prompts

Diner coffee, sneakers against tiles, buzzing of a neon open sign, and red booth seats.

The feeling that something isn’t quite right, red glinted eyes, long claws tapping at the window, and the sound of chains dragging across the floor.

Leather jackets, band shirts, a roaring campfire, pitched tents, and a smooth singing voice.

Sitting in an empty room, confetti litters the floor, a birthday cake went untouched, and the sun slowly starting to set.

A dark theatre, ghostly apparitions flitting through the seats, the curtains rising, and a haunting violin melody.

Shimmering stained glass, the scent of vanilla from a lit candle, the sound of creaking wood being walked on, and shifting curtains.

Lanterns strung from branches, a large crowd flitting about, the smell of food drifting from stalls, and the sun setting after an eventful day.

Water drops on paved roads, colorful buildings under dark clouds, bright umbrellas bobbing along the street, and the smell of soon-to-bloom flowers.

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Harry x  Beauty Papers Magazine  - March 2020

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Not a date

prompt: Art College Harry!! Harry helps you on an art project and begins to flirt with you in order to get a rise out of you. One thing leads to another and he can’t help but get sucked into your sweet innocent charm.

warnings: fluff, art harry, makeouts, frisky, cussing

It was a Friday night, and your friends decided to drag you to a party at one of the frat houses. It was a party for the start of your junior year of college. They put you in a tight skirt and crop top, which was way too revealing for you. You were a very shy and quiet person and rarely went to things like this ever. You walked into the party, music blasting, and you headed straight for the kitchen to get a drink.

You sip slowly on your drink, eyes scanning across the room. Until a cold drink splashes down your back, a gasp leaving your lips. You whip around to see a handsome brunette, his attractiveness almost making you more frustrated. The mystery guy mumbles, “Woah sorry love,” he places his hand on your hip. You push him off, “don’t touch me jackass”. You stomped out of the house and called an Uber. Once you got home you took off your soaked dress and hung it up in the shower. You instantly fell asleep on your bed and dreamt of his stupid eyes.

It was quickly Saturday and you were still exhausted from the night before. You had to get ready for work so you put on vans, leggings, and a sweater. You work in a record shop that’s near campus so you didn’t really have to dress up. You got to work and parked your car behind the store. You came in and started working on the D artist collections of records until you felt a tap on your shoulder. “Excuse me do you know where I can find the Fleetwood Mac rumors record,” you turn around to see that guy from the party that spilt a drink you.

You mentally groaned, “it’s over there,” you pointed to the box two rows from you. He grabs the record, “Wait aren’t you the girl I spilt drinks on at the party?”. You sigh and grab a box of cds and walk away. “Hey hey,” he grabs your arm and pulls you back, “I’m sorry about the party I was drunk and it was an accident.” You sigh, “it’s fine”. You walk behind the counter and pull up his record.

You tell him the cost and he gives you money, after a second you hand him the receipt. “I’ll see ya later...” he looks at your name tag, “Y/n”. You roll your eyes as he winks and walks out, but also can’t help but blush. It was finally Monday and you had your first class today which was art in room 132. You walked into the class and sat in the back, hoping to be isolated from people. Your teacher got up and started to introduce himself until the door swung open. Your eyes widened as you realized it was the same guy from the party.

His eyes scan the class and he smirks when he sees you. He walks straight towards you and takes a seat next to you. Your teacher starts to speak, “Hello students, today your first assignment is to get a partner and draw, paint, whatever of him or her”. You sigh, you never got picked by people for these things since you’ve always been shy. The guy from the party raises his hand and gets the proffesers attention, “Yes Harry?”. Even his name was hot, “Will this be a in class assignment?” harry asks. “No it will be outside of school,” Harry nods and shifts in his seat.

You listen to the teacher talk about oil pastels until you feel a squeeze on your thigh. You squeak and look over to see Harry looking at you. Your cheeks blush from embarrassment at the noise you just made. “Do you wanna be partners?” Harry asks. You blush, “Uhh sure,” he smirks and turns back to the proffeser. You and your other classmates get up to go get pastels until you feel a tug on your arm. You turn around to see Harry, “Wanna maybe start after class? We can go to my place and i was thinking of sketching you” you agree silently.

“I’ll paint you,” you shrug. He grins, “It’s a date,” you quickly reply, “it’s not a date” and walk down the stairs. Harrys smirk never leaves his face and his eyes never leaves your ass. Class was finally over and you followed Harry out of the classroom to his car. You open the door and get in, placing your bag on the ground. He starts the car and radio and pulls out of the parking lot.

The drive is silent and your leg stayed slightly bouncing. You had finally pulled up to a brick apartment, and Harry gets out of the car. You open the door and follow right after him. He unlocks the door and you walk in behind him. “You can leave your stuff right there,” he points to the kitchen counter. You mumble a thank you and place your bag down. “So I have my drawing supplies and paints here now so you can pick whatever,” he opens a case and shows you his paints.

You grab the things you need and walk over to a set up canvas in his art room. You turn to him, “Can I paint you first?”. He nods and sits down on a seat infront of you. He sits silently as you start to sketch the beginnings of the painting. You walk over to him and he stares at you making you blush. “U-Um is it okay if I move your face around a little?” you ask sweetly. “Yes love,” he smirks as your grab his chin and tilt his face. He stares at you at you move around his hand on his lap, getting the right pose. You look up in your crouched position and make eye contact with him.

Your noses were almost touching and you couldn’t help but blush at the eye contact. You quickly stuttered a sorry and stood up. You walk back to your paints and start to draw his body and start painting. Your tongue sticks out a little as your brush paints over the canvas. You can feel his eyes staring at you but you don’t say anything. About an hour later he sat on his phone as you kept painting silently. You had finally finished and wiped your forehead.

You hear a snort from him and you look up, “What?”. He giggles again, “Harryyy what?” you ask again. He walks over and places his hand on your cheek. “You have paint right...” he wipes next to your lips, “there love”. You blush and see his eyes staring at your lips. You nervously lick over them which gets something out of him, “fuck”. He quickly presses his lips to yours and pulls your face closer. You squeal into the kiss and push back, hard. He licks your bottom lip and you open your mouth for his tongue.

He warm tongue slides into your mouth and you moan at the feeling. Your hands in his hair whilst one of his is on your cheek and the other on your waist. You finally detach from the hot kiss and your foreheads are pushed together. “Did I tell you you’re beautiful yet,” he blurts out. Your cheeks redden and you shake your head. “Well you are love,” he leans down and presses another wet kiss on your lips, leaving you in a daze. You check the time, it was 10, “Oh shit H I have to go,” you grab your things and Harry blushes at the nickname. You open the door and stop for a second. You turn back and run up to him and kiss his cheek. “See you tomorrow,” and you run out the front door.

It was Tuesday and you had another art class today. You showed up on time to see Harry in his seat. You smile and walk up and scoot past him and take a seat. “Hi love,” you smile, “Hi Harry”. He grins, “so do you want to come over again today so I can do my sketch?” Harry asks hopingly. You nod making him sigh in relief. His hand layed lonely on his thigh, and yet so did yours. Your hands slowly slid together and intertwined. Your cheeks were tinted and you couldn’t help but bite your lip to hold back your smile. You couldn’t help but realize he wasn’t being like the douche Harry he was when you first met him. Little did you know you were making him soft.

Class was over and it was the same routine. You hopped into his car, hands being held again, and drove to his place. You ran through the door once it was open and jumped onto the couch in his studio, giggling at the soft impact. He walks over and grins at the sight of you. You giggle and look up at him, your breathing finally slowing down. He walks over and leans down to capture your lips in a kiss. You hum into the kiss, and pull him closer by his hair. He slowly moved on top of you, resting between your legs.

The kisses increased and your legs wrapped around his waist squeezed for friction. He stopped the kiss and quickly grabbed his sketch book. “Do not move,” he demands. You giggle at him and lay still. You stare at him lovingly as he draws you. You couldn’t help but think about what had just happened. A few minutes go by, “okay I’m done” Harry announces. You smile as he walks over to you. He smirks, “You’ve been giving me bedroom eyes for the past half an hour - time to show me what, exactly, was on your mind”. You giggle as he lays on you again, but you quickly flip him over so you’re on top.

You straddle his waist and place your hands on his chest. You can’t help but stare down at him, his beauty was captivating. “Keep biting your lip like that, I dare you,” you hadn’t even realized you were biting your lip. So you just giggled and hid your face in his neck, his hands placed firmly on your butt. You grab his hand and intertwine them, “I love watching you draw, I just love your hands,” you admit. “Well maybe I should put them to good use”.

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